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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[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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Until Spike finally finds an air current. Finally, he's able to catch the wind and flare his wings out to soar. He still flaps to get some height, but now he can mostly focus on speed.
And holy crap is he fast when he gets going. They're now rushing over those trees at a clip that's as good as your average pegasus. The wind rushes past them, rustling their coats.]
I am so glad we're bundled up!
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[Applejack, on the other hand, has decided that she is not opening her eyes for the next hour or so. Something about the wind, the cold temperature and oh Celestia the ground is so far away.]
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[She has to pitch her voice a little louder than she usually does to be heard over the flapping of Spike's wings, but she doesn't really mind as long as she doesn't actually have to yell.]
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[She sighs.]
She looked real bad.
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Those two facts are related. Fluttershy was poisoned by a member of Team Rocket.
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They weren't necessarily aiming for her. They decided it would be hilarious to bake a bunch of poisoned cookies and distribute them among the people here. Fluttershy was one of the ones who had the bad luck to receive some.
Not that that makes it any better, mind you. [Arguably worse, since it shows they didn't care who they hurt, they just wanted to hurt someone.]
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[Especially Fluttershy. If there was ever a picture definition of "innocent bystander", it's her.]
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[She stops there, trailing off in a manner that is completely and totally unsuspicious.]
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[At first, she wasn't exactly thrilled about the whole "catching monsters" idea, especially if the guide said it wasn't going to get her home. But now? If she's going to be stuck here, she's going to make sure these criminals go nowhere near her or any of her friends ever again.]
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That's the AJ I know and love. And we won't be alone either.
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[Well, that sounds a whole lot better than her running around alone trying to fight them all off. Who knows how many Rockets there even are?]
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[Granted, given that Applejack probably hasn't met too many of them, she doesn't have any reason to expect otherwise.]
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