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[Open!] Buzz Buzz
♥ Who: Vianca + ... You?
♥ Where: Outside probably
♥ When: Early Oct/Lasohm
♥ What: wHo iS thAt PoKEmoN
♥ Rating: PG - Probably G.
Vianca...
was in a pickle.
She'd mostly gotten kind of used to being in Havenwell, some deeply pushed down emotions about her predicament aside! Ha ha ha who wanted to confront what happened when it was time to leave robot land not this Pikmin. Not right now. Possibly not ever.
So with that thought good and properly buried, and her starting to feel a bit more comfortable in this new space, there were some things she wanted to work on. If Havenwell's weather was going to continue being so... that for the time being, she really ought to have multiple tools at her disposal! Her actual pikmin form afforded her more options, though this winged version was still new. Flying was still something she was gradually figuring out. So during some of the days where she didn't really run into anyone, Vianca dedicated to practice.
...It was kind of fun! She hoped it was okay to think it was fun. She could buzz around now! She could reach so many high places! Wow! Amazing. Real good.
The pickle Vianca found herself in was that after some of these practice sessions, she... couldn't turn back into a little girl. No little girls here. Just soda can sized plant bug.
With no mouth for speaking.
And she hadn't really. Told anyone yet. She hadn't really meant to keep it a secret, she just wasn't sure who would mind or not yet, and. Well. Maybe that made it a secret by default but. This had never happened before.
Oh no.
Oh no???
So anyway there was a strange, little pink creature buzzing around Havenwell now. It kinda looks like a Pokemon? It kinda looks like a bug? It's got a flower? What the heck! You might catch it buzzin' around looking for... something. Or the wind might just blow it right into you. Gosh.
[[NOTES: As always I'll match whatever format you want to post in! Characters particularly sensitive to plants or different kind of energies might not know its Vianca just from that this way, but if they meet her now and then meet the little girl version later... wink wonk. That big purple flower on her head is the same one she wears in her hair, for the astute detectives among us. I'M DOWN TO PARTY and you can always hit me up at
bisasam or shoot me a message if you wanna ask somethin'!]]
♥ Where: Outside probably
♥ When: Early Oct/Lasohm
♥ What: wHo iS thAt PoKEmoN
♥ Rating: PG - Probably G.
Vianca...
was in a pickle.
She'd mostly gotten kind of used to being in Havenwell, some deeply pushed down emotions about her predicament aside! Ha ha ha who wanted to confront what happened when it was time to leave robot land not this Pikmin. Not right now. Possibly not ever.
So with that thought good and properly buried, and her starting to feel a bit more comfortable in this new space, there were some things she wanted to work on. If Havenwell's weather was going to continue being so... that for the time being, she really ought to have multiple tools at her disposal! Her actual pikmin form afforded her more options, though this winged version was still new. Flying was still something she was gradually figuring out. So during some of the days where she didn't really run into anyone, Vianca dedicated to practice.
...It was kind of fun! She hoped it was okay to think it was fun. She could buzz around now! She could reach so many high places! Wow! Amazing. Real good.
The pickle Vianca found herself in was that after some of these practice sessions, she... couldn't turn back into a little girl. No little girls here. Just soda can sized plant bug.
With no mouth for speaking.
And she hadn't really. Told anyone yet. She hadn't really meant to keep it a secret, she just wasn't sure who would mind or not yet, and. Well. Maybe that made it a secret by default but. This had never happened before.
Oh no.
Oh no???
So anyway there was a strange, little pink creature buzzing around Havenwell now. It kinda looks like a Pokemon? It kinda looks like a bug? It's got a flower? What the heck! You might catch it buzzin' around looking for... something. Or the wind might just blow it right into you. Gosh.
[[NOTES: As always I'll match whatever format you want to post in! Characters particularly sensitive to plants or different kind of energies might not know its Vianca just from that this way, but if they meet her now and then meet the little girl version later... wink wonk. That big purple flower on her head is the same one she wears in her hair, for the astute detectives among us. I'M DOWN TO PARTY and you can always hit me up at
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"Huh...?"
He opened his hands to catch whatever it was, blinking at the tiny cute pink thing. "Oh... well, hiya! Hope I didn't hurt ya none."
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She'd plopped against Goofy with a squeak, and now she was sitting in his hands and giving her head a little rub and making a confused sounding little jingle of a noise. Hold on, the stars would pass in a few moments...
There we go.
She looked up at Goofy suddenly as if she only just noticed who had caught her. (That was true.) Vianca gave a shake of her head. Everything! Was fine! No broken anythings.
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"That's good to hear. Were you trying to go any place in particular? I don't mind leadin' you a lift!"
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Vianca was starting to wonder if maybe Goofy was just predisposed to wanting to give people rides to places. Was it because he was very tall and could do such things? Did enough people take him up on his offers that he just continued to offer them so freely?
Was she just so small and easily pushed around by the wind that she warranted multiple offers? Yes, probably.
She looked around a bit, tapping an itty bitty hand (?) against her cheek (?) in thought. She hadn't really been trying to get anywhere so... The bug gave a shake of her head, making a little hum sound that sounded suspiciously similar to 'Not really.'
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"Do you want me to set you down so you can go on your merry way?"
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This called for some careful consideration. Vianca turned to peer over his fingers at the ground, and decided that wasn't very appealing. Turning around again to peer back up at Goofy-- ah! There we go!
Vianca buzzed her wings a little, then hovered her way up to Goofy's hat. What if she just took a seat right here, nestled in by these goggles that were way too small for his eyes? (Aesthetics!)
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He chuckled, and then began to stand up. "Make yourself right at home! I ain't doin' much today...Just gunna visit some pals and take a good place for a nap. Or maybe go fishin'. Haven't really decided yet!"
With a hum, he began to walk.
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Fishing though.
That got her attention, making her squeak and gently pitter pat her hands on his hat.
Where were you going fishing, Goofy? Was there a place to go fishing?
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"Hehe, you're welcome! All good?"
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But just a little bit, despite the cartoony dizzy jingle she had just been making. It doesn't take her that long to shake her head- making that pretty purple flower on her head dance along- and look up at him.
This was! Exactly someone she had hoped to see! Hello! The sentiment was expressed via emphatic squeak, and Vianca waved up at him.
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Magolor waves back, shifting the little plant fairy to one palm to free up the other hand for it. Despite his own stature, his hands are disproportionately large compared to a human's, and it's easy enough to sit her comfortably in one mitten.
"Hey yourself! Have we met? You're not one of Will's, are you?"
It doesn't occur to him yet that she might not be able to speak because of the lack of mouth, since that oddly enough doesn't stop Waddle Dees or various other species on Pop Star. But Will's Pokemon also don't get picked up by the translator here, so maybe it's like that.
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Settled back in on his palm, she went about trying to answer this pair of questions. First there was a shake of her head-- she wasn't one of Will's! That was a perfectly reasonable assumption though, if people had met his Pokemon. She looked like she'd fit right in, after all.
Then! There was a very tiny finger (?) pointing at Magolor's face, another nod accompanying the almost "ya!" of a squeak. Hello! Yes! This was mysteriously someone you've met before, somehow.
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He says back at her in much the same tone, beaming. Okay, so, she understands language—just any language, it doesn't have to be his, they're all the same here. She can't speak it, but she's doing her very best, the brave little soul. She obviously knows him! He's sure he'd remember her, so this must be someone in a different form. Hmmm. Small, pink . . . flower . . . ohhhhh.
"Vianca, right? Boy am I going to be embarrassed if I'm wrong on this one!"
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Here was a series of quick nods, and a pleased sounding hum. This little plant was oddly more expressive than Vianca the little girl usually was. Compensation for not being able to actually say anything? Definitely. Feeling a little lighter without the constant thought that maybe everything was just a mask? Maybe a little bit of that too.
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"Well, you're sure not upset about this. So is this normal for you? Or are you just happy to join the vastly superior world of people who can fly? Er . . . nod once for the first and twice for the second!"
We can get this down to a science.
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Magolor was nice too. It was okay, if he knew. This was just fine. It was just! A nice head pat!!
Focusing on better things like answering questions, Vianca gave one! (1!) Nod!
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It's hard to miss such an unusual little creature when it's buzzing around nearby, as it goes about a search for... whatever it may be searching for. As Vianca catches Tamaki's attention, he finds himself curiously following after her.
What are you, small friend? What is it you're after?
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A rock?
She landed on a rock. It was bigger than she was. That thing probably had some heft to it! She was... grabbing the rock? With her tiny, tiny hands(?). What were you doing with that rock? Were you trying to pick up the rock?
She was. Picking up the rock. Her tiny wings had started buzzing. The rock was leaving the ground!
THIS WAS SOME HIGH OCTANE STUFF RIGHT HERE, FOLKS.
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And...!
There it goes!!
"Whoa, nice...!" Very impressive, well done!
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SCANDALIZED.
No, but she was surprised that someone! Had seen! She hadn't noticed at all!
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Shoot, he didn't mean to startle you...! Once he gets over the surprise of having her whip around like that, he laughs a little sheepishly.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
Here, he will. help. by crouching down and picking that rock back up, holding it out on his palm for easy retrieval.
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she hefted it back up!
To fly... not all that far away! In fact she mostly just seemed to be going up. Up, up, up, until she could go up no further without struggling and had to set the rock down on the ledge of a windowsill a few floors up. Phew!
She turned around to peer back down, seeing if Tamaki was still there.
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And, as she looks back down, she will see that Tamaki is in fact still around. Seeing as how this curious little thing he's stumbled across has been reacting in a very human way, he's found himself endlessly fascinated, and downright curious to see what might come next after this rock-hoisting adventure.
He's stood back up to his full height, though 'a few floors up' is still very clearly over his head, and is looking up at where Vianca had ascended. How the tables have turned.
"Just gonna leave it there...?"
Hm!!
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"Oh, uh.. Sorry? Didn't see you there."
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This time she's left to bumble in the air a bit, which is also excellent practice. Recovery, recovery...! She dips a little in the air as she catches herself, and only then does she blink up at Carl. Oh, hello.
Here's a small bob of her head, almost like a bow while she made a squeaky hum towards him. Excuse me.