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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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[She moves to support Applejack, letting her lean on her a bit. Not that Twilight's all that good for that given her level of strength, but she can at least do a bit to help.]
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[She was getting better at the whole "walking", thing. One of the first memories to come back to her was how to keep her balance. Still, it wasn't as easy as her body wanted her to believe. She puts some of her weight on her friend, being careful not to fall, knowing that she would likely bring Twilight down with her if she did.]
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It just isn't right any other way. How are your legs?
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[And she can switch off with Rainbow. By Celestia, she is not built for this sort of thing.
The doors open automatically, and Twilight sighs as she enters the blessed warmth of the Center.] Finally...
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[So she'll make Dash do it.]
Come on. Let's get you into a chair. [She leads the way over to the visiting section of the Center.]