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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[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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Why? What was that place?
[There's no sense in reprimanding her. The danger has passed. She's perfectly safe up there, now.]
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[... Not to mention one that she still had nightmares about, even now... though she wouldn't admit that. But between the mocking voice, and that ringing red light that crept around corners like poison gas...]
I've died there more times than I can count.
[.... wait, 'died'. What.]
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[Then he blinks, swinging his head around to stare fully at her. It's a long, silent stare. Like he's trying to figure out just what he heard her say.]
[He must have heard wrong.]
What...?
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UH-- ...
[It's easy to forget to police your language in your own dreams.]
I mean, you know... in dreams.
... Nightmares.
Whatever.
You get the idea.
[Although that still begged the question of why anybody would dream of dying in a place they merely deemed 'annoying', but...]
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[... then again. He is standing in the middle of a psychotic amusement park, after being turned into a human and told he's going to be dog-fighting strange creatures that hide in balls and transform periodically. So what does he know?]
So now what? We just stand around, blowing things up?
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[However, it's his next statement that makes her pause thoughtfully. Then, ever so slowly, she turns her head to look back up at him with a grin that's as wide as it is mischievous.]
... Wanna kick over a rollercoaster?
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[Ironhide scowls, considering this carefully. He lifts one of his cannons, examining it. There's still a few rounds left before he'll have to make more. The other one just needs a few hours or so in the sun and be fine...]
How big is it?
[Ironhide, are you seriously considering this.]
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[Her grin only grows before she points off to the spindly-looking structures off at the edge of the park. They're huge, but honestly look like a decent TAP could send them all crumbling into piles of tracks and stilts... like a house of cards.]
[Her face says it all: oh my god PRETTY PLEASE?!]
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[Ironhide shrugs his other shoulder, and starts limping off in the appropriate direction. Smashing things is sort of cathartic, after all. And since they started, he hasn't been thinking of the other place he was -- seeing the body. Seeing the wrecked colony.]
[He'll get there. But he'll go his own, limp-stomp speed, dammit.]
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[This is like getting to go spend the day with the cool relative who lets you break stuff when at home you're not allowed to do anything. She clambers back all the way into her previous position, bracing a hand against a ridge on the side of his head for balance.]
[She's somewhat tempted to say 'I DIED OVER THERE TOO' but is smart enough to bite it back. Instead, she asks something that's been bugging her ever since he showed up.]
So how'd you get in here, anyway? Since I guess we're like... in my head right now. And you are way too complicated-looking to be a figment of my imagination. I'm not this creative.
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[He glances at her, though, and snorts.]
I walked.
[Because in Ironhide's worldview, that's all there is to it. He walked in here. Except...]
There was a door. Some kind of foolish warning on it. I broke it.
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A warning, huh...
[It rings some old bells... but honestly she'd rather not dwell on that. Point is, he's HERE.]
I guess that makes sense... I guess you're pretty much set, but... for most people, this place isn't safe.
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No reason to get worried.
[Stomp stomp stomp -- they're approaching the structure now, and he eyes it, critically.]
Why? Humans allergic to a little rust?
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There's worse things than rust here.
[... Because that explains a lot, Heather. But she seems to be dropping the topic there for the moment, because THEY ARE NEXT TO THE ROLLERCOASTER FUCK YES.]
Awesome, I hate this thing. Can you like... punch it? I bet the whole friggin' thing will fall down if you punch it.
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[He catches that seriousness. And because she doesn't elaborate... he keeps on with his dry sort of sarcasm. Maybe that'll get a better answer.]
I could... Hmn.
[He falls quiet, looking the structure up and down. He could punch it. Or he could tear it down. He puts a hand on one of the support beams, wrapping heavy fingers around it.]
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