I HOLD TRUTH LIKE A TORCH-- SHADOWS FLICKER BEFORE ME.

[foolishwren]

Who: Heather Mason and ANYONE IN GOLDENROD CITY. Anyone.
Where: Goldenrod City
When: In the thick of the Missingo glitching.
Summary: "And this glitch? Basically, the end of the world."
So, weird shit happens in Johto. That much has come to be expected. But everything else at least had an explanation Heather could buy. The Unown and their crystal

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[boldandresolute]

Liquid was not a man known for his patience or knowledge of computers. So when he started getting attacked by giant flying skeletons, he started breaking shit. They were just skeletons, after all, and Liquid knew plenty of ways to break bones. Glitches, code, corrupted data... that was all for people like Otacon to figure out. Liquid was just the muscle of the operation, and he was going to do what he did best. Break shit.

And when he found one of those skeletal things chasing after Heather, well, there was only one thing for him to do.

Zombiedactyl was met with a punch that had enough force behind it to snap its head to one side with a loud CRNCH. Even on its pixellated skull, there were fractures spread out like spiderwebs from where he'd struck.

[foolishwren]

Heather could run like the wind. It was one thing that had kept her alive on many occasions. Needless to say, it wasn't until the CRNCH that she even realized that anyone had intervened.

She skidded to a halt (hard on a smooth surface) and turned around, shoulders heaving slightly.

"HEY! I was taking care of that!"

... Nice to see you too Heather.

[boldandresolute]

"Were you? I hadn't noticed."

Smirk.

"Maybe I'll leave you a little something once I'm done breaking this thing."

He cracked his knuckles with a sound like splitting wood.

[foolishwren]

"Back off! It's mine!"

TERRITORIAL DISPUTE, GO.

Meanwhile, the creature was picking itself up again. There was just... a hole in its face now. Deleted coding.

[boldandresolute]

"You want it? Come and get it."

Because Liquid was going to start punching that thing back to whatever eldritch plane it came from with his code-deleting fists.

[foolishwren]

It was... it was like a coyote catching a rabbit and then being bullied into letting it go by a BEAR.

Heather was helpless to do much of anything as she watched Liquid and his manly fists of manliness take on the beast she'd initially planned to take down.

.... I.... just-- ... okay, screw this.

Heather let out an angry huff, then threw up her hands and started to turn off.

>8( HUFF.

The beast fought the good fight, for the record-- Liquid might've been a supersoldier, but he was sort of fighting a big strong piece of coding. With his fists.

[boldandresolute]

Which was why Liquid is known as a derp, and also why the big, strong piece of coding took more than a few chunks out of his arse before it went down. He hadn't expected a big bony thing to be so difficult to take down.

Feel free to point and say 'I told you so', Heather.

[foolishwren]

She most certainly would! ... When they ran into each other again!

It looked like she'd run off-- difficult or no, it had looked like Liquid had a pretty good handle on things.

[boldandresolute]

He did have a good handle on things!

At least until he'd gotten nailed in the side with a bony, spiky tail. Then kind of less so.

So he'd made a few very hasty bandages out of torn clothing and kept moving; Heather might notice the very nice trail of blood he'd been leaving behind from a few minor injuries he hadn't had enough make-shift bandage to cover.

[foolishwren]

Luckily, after a certain amount of beatings, the things would give up and flee. Safe to say that took awhile, though.

Blood was very noticeable on this ground, so... yeah. Heather noticed, all right.

When she did catch up with him?

"You're a fucking idiot."

[boldandresolute]

It did take a while, and Liquid had the pleasure of finding out again just how long it took when he ran into another one before Heather showed up. He'd gotten out of that encounter mostly unscathed, but it was a lot less fun to be fighting things with a big cut in his side.

"Tch. It's a scratch."

[foolishwren]

"A scratch doesn't leave THAT much blood. If you die, I'm not gonna clean it up."

Heather picked her way towards him across some broken coding.

[boldandresolute]

"It's nothing. I've had worse."

That much, at least, was true. He'd had far worse injuries than some gashes in his side.

And guess what was coming up behind him, climbing its way down the front of a building? If you guessed a giant fucking Zombiedactyl, you're right. The background music covered most of the noises it made bracing itself against the pixels, so enjoy the view of a giant zombie skull opening its jaws behind Liquid.

[foolishwren]

"So have I, but you still wouldn't see ME blowing it off."

At least this place wasn't as... infectious-looking... as Silent Hill was.

She'd opened her mouth to scold him more, but... yeah. Um. Giant fucking Zombiedactyl. Her eyes widened and she backed up, pointing.

"LIQUID!"

[boldandresolute]

"...it's right behind me, isn't it."

God, he hated this world sometimes.

He managed to hit the deck just a moment before the skeletal Pokemon's jaws closed on the space he'd occupied.

[foolishwren]

"C'mon, change of tactics. RUN."

Fighting while banged up like that at all was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea. Heather knew that from experience-- and sorry Liquid, lightning fists or no, she's way more experienced at fighting monsters than you are. That's just how it goes.

Grabbing onto one of his wrists with both hands, she tried to yank him up off the ground and take off running.