70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]
[So while the rest of Johto alternately panics, cries, or rushes around trying to capture as many of the soulstealing insects as possible, there are dozens of souls floating around in that dream limbo, drifting in and out of each other's slumbering thoughts and visions. Whether it's nightmarish flashbacks or just those dreams where you're at school
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[So let's just say that when light blared down from above and what seemed to her to be the BIGGEST VOICE IN THE HISTORY OF EVER boomed out a command directly above her head... her heart came pretty close to imploding.]
[Later on, she would deny that such a shrill, squeaky noise ever came out of her-- but it would be a lie, because the first thing Heather Mason did was scream and whirl around in the spotlight like a terrified criminal, fumbling her handgun out of her ( ... )
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[She wrinkles her nose as she makes it to the bottom of the steps, reaching out a hand to clasp the railing tightly as she hops down from the last one with a wince.]
Well, no offense're anything, I mean... I have no idea what life was like back on the Planet of the Giant Metal People or wherever, so I guess I have no right to say 'you probably haven't', but .... you probably haven't.
[Of course, she could be a little biased...]
I took a spill a little while ago, s'all. Was trying to end a conversation with a really annoying local and he didn't take it too kindly.
[She leans down to sort of... irritably pound a fist on the uncooperative leg, because... hitting ( ... )
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[One of those heavy hands lowers, hanging around her height, in case the girl needs something to hold onto.]
... Remind me to tell you what Megatron's favorite thing to do to prisoners was. Cybertron was a planet of rust and death after he began the war.
[It's said with no small amount of bitterness, or anger. He rolls his shoulders, looking at her again, and nodding. It must not be that bad, if she's walking around -- but he's no doctor. He has no idea.]
[The mention of cannons though... that makes his optics light up. He straightens, holding up one arm and flexing his hand. Molten blue light flickers to life in the barrel of the massive gun.]
Yeah. I do. Shall I show you them?
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Sounds like a good bedtime story... [Her sarcasm is obvious, there-- she's sure it's not pleasant, whatever it is.... but right now? CANNONS. FUCK YEAH. She actually grins up at him broadly.]
Be my guestCan you like-- ( ... )
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[Of course, nightmares are sort of easy to work around when your brain works like a robot's. But he understands the concept readily enough. And talk of Megatron is always something that can be skipped over in favor of better, brighter things.]
[Like cannons.]
[He straightens up slowly, joints grinding together with a painful, grating sound. A result of coming here straight after battle, with no medical attention. He regards her with a bemused expression, like she's just asked him something ridiculous.]
Hmnf. Can I blow something up? Can I? All Spark...
[Despite how cranky the comment is, he steps away a few paces, glancing around until he spies a good target -- some rusted shack. Maybe it was a ticket booth, or a snack stand at one point. But that's irrelevant. It's not as big as he'd like, but it's something.]
Get behind me.
[It's an order, one he damn well expects to be obeyed. Some flying shrapnel from a man-made structure won't faze him much, but she's small and squishy. While he ( ... )
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[Skirting his leg, she shuffles behind it, though she can't help but lean out slightly to watch the mechanisms come to life, with an impressed 'whoa'. What she wouldn't give to have had those on that fateful night in this place...]
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[Light literally explodes from the barrels of the weapons -- also orange, and blue -- streaking toward the shack with unerring speed. Recoil that would have likely knocked a man back several dozen feet only makes Ironhide's arms jerk slightly.]
[The shack erupts in an blast of light and sound and bits of building material. It's safe to say that when the inevitable dust cloud clears, there is nothing left but burning rubble.]
[... and one satisfied Autobot.]
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[There is something quite-- ... no, incredibly satisfying about watching a piece of this accursed place, no matter how small, explode into a brightly-colored cloud of smoke and dust. It's like blowing up the mailbox of some creep who bullied you, except on the grandest scale imaginable.]
[As the smoke starts to clear, revealing the remains of what was once Creepy Rusty Shack No. 3456, Heather actually throws her arms up and lets out a wild whoop.]
Aw, YEAH! That was AWESOME!
[Ironhide, you now have a fan for life.]
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[He would have liked to have blown an enemy to pieces, but taking down a structure never stops being somewhat thrilling. At least... if no one's inside it.]
Been far too long since I did that.
[It's like finally being able to work a muscle after sitting around on it for a week. Or longer, in this case. He can't look happy enough about this.]
Shows your hometown who is boss, hmn?
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[Ironically less jumpy now that she's seen him blow something to kingdom come, Heather scoots back around in front of him, grinning so widely that her smile probably glows in comparison to the rest of her grungy face.]
Dude. That was like-- holy crap, what I would not GIVE to be able to do that to this place. [Some girls swoon over hot celebrities and vacations to tropical islands. Heather swoons over the thought of being able to fire giant blasts of concentrated awesome at stuff she doesn't like.]
Can you like-- OH MAN, can you do that again, but to something specific?
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[Her enthusiasm is familiar, though. And he can't help but smirk, the expression shifting worn faceplates into new patterns.]
The soldiers felt the same way, when they saw me at work. Could not blame them. Or you. They are impressive.
[The old timer isn't usually one to boast, except where his babies are concerned. He loves his weapons, and it shows.]
Can I shoot something specific? Yeah. What is it?
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It's way over on the other side, across the park-- here, I'll show you.
[She starts to walk-- as quickly as she can with the sore leg, anyway. ... Which is probably frustratingly slow for Ironhide, unfortunately.]
It just-- needs to be blown up. Urgently. [Because she hates it.]
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[His hand flattens against the ground.]
Even with this hip, I would be faster than you are. Get up.
[If he sounds snappish about it, it's only because he's... slightly embarrassed to be offering. This is not something Ironhide generally does. Bumblebee, sure. Optimus, definitely. Not him.]
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Right, heh... you can probably like, take five steps and just GET there...
[She is going to just totally chill and ride a giant robot. This is either the weirdest or the best dream ever.]
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Hmnf. I wish.
[He heads off -- that way! And maybe he would get there in five steps, if every other step wasn't punctuated with a limp.]
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[When he lifts her to his shoulder, she can't help but let out a startled (and sort of giddy) "Whoa!" It's like riding one of those elevators that go up so fast that you almost feel like you left your guts behind on the ground floor for a moment. Except it's not an elevator, it's something's hand. And that is insane.]
[Once up there, she carefully steps onto his shoulder, bracing her boots on the slick metal and thanking whatever company manufactured these boots that they've got good grips. All the same, she grabs onto whatever hold is most convenient, just to be safe... she's not a fan of falling from this height.]
Okay, so its-- uh-- a little to the right-- there.
That old-looking mansion. Think you can hit that?
[She's pointing, of course, at her old pal the Borley Haunted Mansion. Because oh would she like to see that place reduced to a smoking crater.]
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