buckyouup | 014 Bushels ❦ [Action for Mahogany]

014 Bushels ❦ [Action for Mahogany]

[Applejack has been quiet for the last few days. Hardly in the mood to talk, the southerner has been taking advantage of the warmer weather to get in some training. Never wanting to sit still, she takes every opportunity to run or fight or do something, but outside of her pokemon, she insists on being alone. She has to keep herself busy. So she doesn't think. So she isn't reminded.

One year. One whole year. And that's just the time she remembers. That's not counting the time she's been here before. She hasn't seen her family, her home, her orchard, in a year. She knows that time works strange here, that for her, time isn't moving back home, but that doesn't quite translate to her emotions. To her, she's spent a whole year of her life chasing strange animals while her family and her farm is without her. Stuck in some strange land, located who knows how far away from home. If she was never brought here, what would she have experienced at home? Would this year's haul be a good one? Did Apple Bloom get her cutie mark? She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think at all.

If you happen to be wandering in a secluded part of town, you may notice Applejack training. She may be running laps, or doing sit-ups, or training her pokemon, but one thing is instantly noticeable: she looks like shit. Her clothes are torn and her body is dirty and covered in scrapes and bruises. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She doesn't want to. She dreams of home.]

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(Applejack isn't alone for too long, as no matter what she's doing -running in place, doing sit-ups or training her Pokémon- she'll find herself being glomped/hugged by a Meganium.)

Hey, Applejack! I know you said clothes aren't your thing, but you didn't have to get 'em this dirty. (A beat.) Daring, you can get off her now.

[It's late in the day, and the sun's going down, when an enormous figure appears in front of AJ while she's training. The figure of a certain rock godzilla.

With a thunderous roar, Tower calls up a sandstorm, marching towards AJ's no-doubt tired team with no more warning than that. Why has Twilight let her loose like this?]

Tower. Earthquake.

[Oh. She's under orders.

Think fast, AJ!]

_{[It's rather late to be out and about.]

[But that had never stopped Heather.]

[The familiar clop-clop-clop of hooves on the street and a flickering glow around the corner are what precede Heather's entrance, but it's entirely possible that Applejack, in her training fervor, could miss it.]

[In which case it's probably the...]}

... Applejack?

_{[... that will catch her attention.]

[Heather, astride Carousel the Rapidash, had been out for a little night-roaming of her own. For reasons entirely different and perhaps not as sympathetic, but it was something she'd been doing a lot of, lately. Of course, most SENSIBLE people are in bed at this time of night-- or at least Heather's not used to encountering more than a few of the usual suspects hanging around nightclubs or smoking in alleys. Not that Mahogany's much for nightlife to begin with.]

[Perhaps that's one of the reasons it's so surprising to see Applejack here. ... Especially in a state like this.]}

What're you doing out here?

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