[So. There's campfires visible in the darkness! In light of the whole reason she's HERE in this neck of the woods, Heather decides this warrants investigation. So it's with twitchy, tired eyes and a stifled yawn that she heads off through the trees to see where the light's coming from.]
[Aaaand when she gets close enough to see who it is, she raises a brow. Oh hey. 'Nother familiar face.]
[She briefly considers pulling some kind of shenanigan, but... ugh. Too tired. Too sore. And she's not entirely sure she could run away fast enough to get away with it. So instead, she just heads right over to the fire.]
Yo Snow. How's it hangin'?
[Off-note? 'Yo Snow' would be the best rapper name of all time. Of all time.]
[He tilts his head, grinning almost involuntarily at the greeting. He... doesn't usually get that from chicks.]
Here to punch at me some more? [But as he says that, he's passing her a stick over the fire, a hot dog and a marshmallow both already intact, thus solidifying her position as 'part of the camp-out'.]
[All the same, as she leaned over to take the offered stick, she angled an epic slow-mo punch at his head, complete with a lame imitation of a Matrix sound effect. Whether he let it 'hit' or not, she'd plop down beside him. There was enough time to pause her search for a moment-- hot dogs and marshmallows were worth it.]
[Since she's got the stick by the time she "punches" him, he has nothing to prevent him from getting hit and falling dramatically backward off the log, complete with similar sound effects.]
[action] (no sweat. Also? Snow's got your back. |D)savethefarronAugust 23 2010, 19:19:05 UTC
[A shrug.] I dunno, it was the first thing I could think of.
[At her words, he's looking up. A grin slowly forms on his lips, though he's trying to suppress it as he stands, heads the couple of steps over to the tree, and reaches up to snag one. It doesn't... look edible.
But Snow's going to be putting it on the end of his stick, sitting down on his log, and twirling it in the fire, just to see what happens. |D ]
[She turns her eyes back to her side of the fire before realizing that perhaps she should have been paying more attention to what was happening on the end of her stick instead. Without being aware, she held it in the fire for too long and now the marshmallow at the end appeared to strongly resemble charcoal.
Embarrassed at her lack of campfire culinary skills, she guards the burnt marshmallow from the heat of the fire with her free hand and blows on it; hoping for it to cool down. Taking bite of it, Franziska tries to pass it off as though she perfectly intended it to be burnt to a crisp. The slight uncomfortable twinge in expression however, gives it away for a brief second.]
[Chansey will head quickly towards the camp fire jumping up and down happily because all she can think about is "party, party, party"! Her trainer will be reaching the camp site with a white bag in her hands.]
Hey, Snow! Chansey wanted to see Rocky before you leave with your group. [Little Maria will be hiding behind Aerith peeking at Snow while her Murkcrow will be flying above them in circles.]
Oh yeah, hey-- [He turns and sends a long, sharp whistle over his shoulder. Rocky's big Onix self will be appearing around a bend, approaching the group.]
Told him he could go explore. He doesn't get to come out when we're in houses and buildings and stuff, so I figure it evens out. [Then his eyes are on the hiding thing, its exact species of Pokemon still uncertain in the dim light of oncoming dusk.] I see you've got a new friend.
[And Chansey will head towards where the giant rock pokemon will be, so they can play a little. There's lots of room, after all.]
Good idea! I still remember what happened at New Bark Town. The poor thing didn't have a lot of room to move. I'm glad there's a place he can run around without disturbing anyone. [She looks up.] It isn't really mine. He belongs to little Maria here. [She turns to the little girl hiding behind her.] Don't be shy and say hi. He's a friend. [Maria will be standing beside Aerith now and waves at Snow shyly.]
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[Aaaand when she gets close enough to see who it is, she raises a brow. Oh hey. 'Nother familiar face.]
[She briefly considers pulling some kind of shenanigan, but... ugh. Too tired. Too sore. And she's not entirely sure she could run away fast enough to get away with it. So instead, she just heads right over to the fire.]
Yo Snow. How's it hangin'?
[Off-note? 'Yo Snow' would be the best rapper name of all time. Of all time.]
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Here to punch at me some more? [But as he says that, he's passing her a stick over the fire, a hot dog and a marshmallow both already intact, thus solidifying her position as 'part of the camp-out'.]
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[All the same, as she leaned over to take the offered stick, she angled an epic slow-mo punch at his head, complete with a lame imitation of a Matrix sound effect. Whether he let it 'hit' or not, she'd plop down beside him. There was enough time to pause her search for a moment-- hot dogs and marshmallows were worth it.]
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You mean that fucking Midget is traveling with someone?
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[Glare. She is glaring. She is glaring very much. The most angriest, most ferocious glare she can muster.]
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I didn't see you all the way down there!
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So you watch what you say about her, y'hear me?
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An eyebrow shoots up.]
Wouldn't a cookie crumble?
And it's not a Berry tree. It's a Yellow Apricorn tree, to be exact.
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[At her words, he's looking up. A grin slowly forms on his lips, though he's trying to suppress it as he stands, heads the couple of steps over to the tree, and reaches up to snag one. It doesn't... look edible.
But Snow's going to be putting it on the end of his stick, sitting down on his log, and twirling it in the fire, just to see what happens. |D ]
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Ever tasted a crab apple? You might get a stomach upset, you know.
I heard from someone in the Pokemon Academy that they can be manufactured into PokeBalls somehow.
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Embarrassed at her lack of campfire culinary skills, she guards the burnt marshmallow from the heat of the fire with her free hand and blows on it; hoping for it to cool down. Taking bite of it, Franziska tries to pass it off as though she perfectly intended it to be burnt to a crisp. The slight uncomfortable twinge in expression however, gives it away for a brief second.]
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Hi.
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Hey, great to see you again.
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Yeah, you to.
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Hey, Snow! Chansey wanted to see Rocky before you leave with your group. [Little Maria will be hiding behind Aerith peeking at Snow while her Murkcrow will be flying above them in circles.]
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Told him he could go explore. He doesn't get to come out when we're in houses and buildings and stuff, so I figure it evens out. [Then his eyes are on the hiding thing, its exact species of Pokemon still uncertain in the dim light of oncoming dusk.] I see you've got a new friend.
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Good idea! I still remember what happened at New Bark Town. The poor thing didn't have a lot of room to move. I'm glad there's a place he can run around without disturbing anyone. [She looks up.] It isn't really mine. He belongs to little Maria here. [She turns to the little girl hiding behind her.] Don't be shy and say hi. He's a friend. [Maria will be standing beside Aerith now and waves at Snow shyly.]
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[Rocky's bringing his nose down to Chansey's level, nudging her just a little.]
[Snow'll be waving back, a little wave though so as not to worry her even more.] Nice to meetcha.
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