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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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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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"Like the sound of that, do you? There's not much to catch yet, but that's okay. Sometimes just sittin' there and waitin is good too."
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Yes, it'd be good to keep tabs on this.
Vianca hummed a confirmation to him, settling in a little more in the groove she had decided to borrow for herself.
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"Oh, the world owes me a livin'..."
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You did this!
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Made sense to him! Walking resumed!
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So off they went, armed with company and a tune! Vianca was keeping a lookout from her perch, taking mental notes about directions as they went along.