used_fireblast (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
used_fireblast) wrote2011-12-11 12:28 pm
used_fireblast) wrote2011-12-11 12:28 pm
Casefile Fnargh - 4th Wall Action for Goldenrod
((OOC Note: Harry's magic plays havoc with technology just by being near it. Expect Pokegears and similar devices to rapidly become inoperable and/or explode.))
[All across Johto, people were being returned to their natural states and abilities. Harry was no exception. His Pokegear had turned into a sparking, smoking paperweight when he tried to use it, and there may have been a minor fire in the Pokemon Center room he had been sleeping in caused by an overexcited Smoochum and a wizard with access to his magic for the first time in months. Neither of them were commenting on anything.]
[But that didn't particularly matter. Sure it was awesome and now he could seriously get down to figuring out what Johto was all about, but there were more pressing issues to deal with first. His car was back.]
I called it the Blue Beetle.
Smoo?
[Returned from the dead, a battered-looking Volkswagen Beetle sat in the streets of Goldenrod. There were a few sections of the car that were, in fact, still a light blue. The rest were a mish-mash of scavenged pieces of all kinds of colors, including a primer-grey hood with '53' graffiti'd onto it by someone who'd seen too many Disney movies. Harry was moving around the car, inspecting it in gleeful disbelief. His Pokemon sat on top of it, looking unimpressed.]
No, you don't understand, Lara. This car carried me through SO MUCH. Nothing short of complete destruction stopped it for long.
Smoo chu.
Pi?
Chu.
It was like the Frankencar. Or the unstoppable Volk. The Silver to my Lone Ranger, Lara. And no, don't ask me what that means. Explaining things ruins it.
[Harry ducks his head into the driver side of the car, and turns the key in the ignition. The engine grinds, turns over for a moment, and then sputters to life.]
Ha! Yes! Hail the mighty Beetle, baby!
Smoo chu?
Say it. 'Hail the mighty Beetle.'
....Smoo chu-smu.
Close enough.
[All across Johto, people were being returned to their natural states and abilities. Harry was no exception. His Pokegear had turned into a sparking, smoking paperweight when he tried to use it, and there may have been a minor fire in the Pokemon Center room he had been sleeping in caused by an overexcited Smoochum and a wizard with access to his magic for the first time in months. Neither of them were commenting on anything.]
[But that didn't particularly matter. Sure it was awesome and now he could seriously get down to figuring out what Johto was all about, but there were more pressing issues to deal with first. His car was back.]
I called it the Blue Beetle.
Smoo?
[Returned from the dead, a battered-looking Volkswagen Beetle sat in the streets of Goldenrod. There were a few sections of the car that were, in fact, still a light blue. The rest were a mish-mash of scavenged pieces of all kinds of colors, including a primer-grey hood with '53' graffiti'd onto it by someone who'd seen too many Disney movies. Harry was moving around the car, inspecting it in gleeful disbelief. His Pokemon sat on top of it, looking unimpressed.]
No, you don't understand, Lara. This car carried me through SO MUCH. Nothing short of complete destruction stopped it for long.
Smoo chu.
Pi?
Chu.
It was like the Frankencar. Or the unstoppable Volk. The Silver to my Lone Ranger, Lara. And no, don't ask me what that means. Explaining things ruins it.
[Harry ducks his head into the driver side of the car, and turns the key in the ignition. The engine grinds, turns over for a moment, and then sputters to life.]
Ha! Yes! Hail the mighty Beetle, baby!
Smoo chu?
Say it. 'Hail the mighty Beetle.'
....Smoo chu-smu.
Close enough.
no subject
[Lara hops up at Toothless, licking his snout. Not an actual Lick attack, of course. She saves those for Harry.]
no subject
[After a moment's consideration, he opens his mouth and gives Lara a big, slobbery lick with his broad pink tongue. His breath is INCREDIBLY fishy, so yeah, uh, enjoy that.]
no subject
[Lara, meanwhile, is not particularly bothered by the smell. She does seem rather put off by suddenly being drenched in dragon-drool.]
[She shakes off and looks up at Toothless; she appreciates the thought, but the slobber is gonna have to stop.]
[Harry recognizes the look in her eyes and frantically starts digging through his bag.]
Hey! Dragon- thing. You like fish, right? Want some nice fish? I have- well, I don't have fish, I have, ah-
[Another moment of frantic digging in the bag before producing something.]
Cookies! You like cookies? Good enough for ewoks, right?
[He's waving around a pack of chocolate-chip cookies, trying to get Toothless' attention.]
no subject
[The wizard catches Toothless's attention with the cookies, though-- and the reaction is instant.]
[HEY. HEY. WHAT'S THAT?]