010 Bushels ❦ [Video/Action for New Bark Town]
[Good evening, residents of Johto. I hope you're a fan of loud sounds! The 'Gear feed opens to the sound of a loud crack of a backpack hitting a tree, before splashing down into a pile of snow.]
You ate all my food, you good-for-nothing thief! [A young woman's voice yells out in a heavy southern drawl. The target of her frustration wanders into view: a Munchlax, who takes the opportunity to rummage through her backpack for any morsel he might have left behind in his last raid. His eyes grow wide at the sight of the pokegear. It's so shiny and red, like a big yummy apple.
...And then anyone watching gets to find out what the inside of a Munchlax's mouth looks like.]
Gimme that! That ain't for eatin'!
[A woman's hand rips the 'Gear from the pokemon's mouth, the force causing her to topple backwards into the snow. She appears to be in her early twenties, her face dotted with freckles and framed with golden-blonde hair tied into a ponytail near the bottom. Wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans and an orange button-down, she doesn't exactly look properly dressed for the weather. She shifts awkwardly in the snow, fumbling with the 'Gear.]
Darn these wiggly things, an' this weird body. [She snorts in frustration, before giving up and using her mouth to turn off the feed.]
You ate all my food, you good-for-nothing thief! [A young woman's voice yells out in a heavy southern drawl. The target of her frustration wanders into view: a Munchlax, who takes the opportunity to rummage through her backpack for any morsel he might have left behind in his last raid. His eyes grow wide at the sight of the pokegear. It's so shiny and red, like a big yummy apple.
...And then anyone watching gets to find out what the inside of a Munchlax's mouth looks like.]
Gimme that! That ain't for eatin'!
[A woman's hand rips the 'Gear from the pokemon's mouth, the force causing her to topple backwards into the snow. She appears to be in her early twenties, her face dotted with freckles and framed with golden-blonde hair tied into a ponytail near the bottom. Wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans and an orange button-down, she doesn't exactly look properly dressed for the weather. She shifts awkwardly in the snow, fumbling with the 'Gear.]
Darn these wiggly things, an' this weird body. [She snorts in frustration, before giving up and using her mouth to turn off the feed.]
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You're gonna fly here... on a dragon.
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[There's the sound of a door opening as Twilight steps outside.]
Just keep talking to the others and learn as much as you can about the situation, I'll fill you in on whatever you miss. And I know the rest of you don't have my... attachment to books, but if you have time, you should check this out too.
training for dummies.txt
Don't let the name put you off, it's written by a friend of mine who's very knowledgeable about the world and about Pokemon. It's very useful.
[There's a popping sound, a woosh, and a loud roar as Twilight releases her Dragonite.]
I'll see you soon, AJ! [She hops onto the dragon's back, and it spreads its wings wide.]
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As they come in towards the town, they start to descend, heading straight for the gates leading out. Spike rushes down like a missile, swooping in and rushing until he's right above the ground. As he nears AJ, his wings flare wide, and he brings out his feet to land.
He stops just a few feet away from her, and greets her with a cheery growl. Twilight leaps off his back, and straight at Applejack with outstretched arms.]
AJ! It's so good to see you again!
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How in the hay did you learn to fly a dragon!?
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[She kneels down and grabs one of AJ's feet with a very worried expression.] This is awful! We've got to get these warmed up right away. [Unclipping a ball from her belt, she tosses it into the air.] Come out, Pyrolepi!
[The enormous fire caterpillar poofs into existence right in front of AJ, and Twilight quickly sets her feet on her.] Don't worry. Pyrolepi's part fire, so she'll get your feet warmed back up in no time. Did your Munchlax really eat all your shoes and socks?
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There ain't much in that backpack this thing didn't eat.
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[She swings her own backpack off her back and sets in down in front of Applejack, unzipping it to reveal a whole new set of winter-ready clothes!]
They're in my size, so they might not fit you perfectly, but it's got to be better than nothing, right?
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Twi, you're just about the greatest friend a gal could ask for.
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I'm just doing what you'd do for me in the same situation.
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An' I'll be sure to return the favor.
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I'm sure you will, AJ. [She turns back and sighs.] One thing I forgot to mention, though, and it's relevant to what you just did. For reasons none of them seem willing to explain to me, humans consider nudity taboo.
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[She cups one of her breasts. What could these things possibly be useful for.]
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She shoves her mind off of that thought train.] Some parts of it really do make no sense. I'm sure there's a logical reason for the way they look, but I've never been able to figure it out, myself. Anyway, what you're holding there is one of the parts they really don't want to see. The other parts are your flanks and genitals, though it probably goes without saying that in these bodies you can't really cover one of those and not the other without getting very creative.
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[Because when it gets hot itchy, stuffy clothes are the last thing you want on you.]
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[Well, now that AJ's dressed for the weather...] So, do you think you're ready to fly?
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I reckon so.
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[She offers AJ her hand.]
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Okay, think you can hold on like that? [She slips onto her usual spot on Spike's back as she asks, not-so-coincidentally giving AJ something to actually hold on to.]
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D-don't you worry, Twilight. I'll be just fine.
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[Spike affirms his master's command with a bellow, and spreads his wings wide to take off into the sky.]
Getting off the ground is the worst part! Hang on tight!
[He begins to flap, raising off the ground slowly but surely, the wind made by his flapping wings buffeting the ponies.]
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