foolishwren | 67. [4TH WALL EVENT POST]

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Current Location: WHEREVER SHE NEEDS TO BE.

67. [4TH WALL EVENT POST]

_{[So that night, y'know, Heather and presumably a lot of other people getting ready to head off from Olivine in the morning after all that stormy chaos had all either conked out in the Center or checked into the (distinctly crappier than Goldenrod's, for the record-- PEH) local inn for the night.]

[And in the morning, all would be normal and Heather'd head off back to Goldenrod with her dad and everything would be totally chill.]}

_{[... Or not.]}

~*~

[ooc: SO FOR THE DURATION OF THE EVENT, HEATHER WILL BE WANDERING AROUND WITH A CERTAIN UNWANTED GUARDIAN ANGEL IN TOW. That said, if you just wanna subject Heather to whatever crack you want, by all means TAG AWAY as though Valtiel's just a fly on the wall. He's pretty good at that. SO HIT ME WITH YOUR WTF-IEST, GUYS!]

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... What the fuck.

_{[WH-- there is a policewoman in her room. It's not a Jenny. And it's not Cybil (THE ONE THAT SHE KNOWS, ANYWAY LOOOOOL.]}

DUDE, put the gun down! If he sees that thing pointed in my general direction--

_{[Uh oh. He already saw it. Valtiel is all kinds of approaching Cybil. DB< BITCH DON'T YOU POINT A GUN AT THE MOTHER OF GOD!!]}

He? What the fuck is that!

[No, no. That gun's totally aimed at Valtiel. And only Valtiel. Get away from the girl you creeper... thing!]

That's an angel and he's pissed. Put the gun down and back up or he'll try to snap your neck!

That's an angel? That? You're shitting me.

[okay fine -- lowering the gun but there is no way she is putting it all the way down.]

_{[Eh, good enough. The creature stops, although it folds its arms in a particularly menacing way. Like the world's ugliest bodyguard.]}

Wish I was.

Not much of a looker, is he.

[How is she so calm. How. This does not even compute.]

... What the hell is it... doing here?

[Since l o l this does not look one damn thing like the place she last saw something like that.]

_{[Well, when you've seen the end of the world a couple times, you get used to this sort of thing.]}

No idea.

What're YOU doing here?

... Who ARE you?

_{[You SOUND a little familiar... but no way. You're not Cybil.]}

[Unfortunately, Cybil bit it before the end of the world happened in her canon...]

I have no idea. Aside from your friend, it's a damn sight better than the last place I saw.

Cybil Bennett, Brahams PD.

_{[.... wat.]}

... No, you're not.

_{[UH OH. IT'S THE ~*~CLASH OF THE CANONS~*~]}

You want to see a badge or something?

[OH SNAP SON.]

Hey, LOOK, lady, I know Cybil.

And you're not her.

You culties must be REALLY dumb if you think that showing up and saying your name is someone I know will make me trust you!

[Cybil scowls. Damn kids and their damn disrespect -- she slowly, without taking her eyes off Valtiel, reaches into a pocket, and pulls out her badge and ID.]

[Which she then flicks in Heather's direction.]

If you really think I'm one of those sick bastards in that town, you're seriously mistaken, kiddo.

_{[Like a cat watching a laser, Valtiel jerks his head to follow the path of the badge. You know, just in case it's like... a grenade or something. You can never be too careful.]

[Heather reaches out and cautiously picks it up, looking it over. ... Okay, as much as she knows the cult's got secret allies all over the place, she highly doubts they're good enough to score something as official-looking as that. Maybe in Dahlia's day, but not hers.]}

... I don't get it.

You're not the Cybil I know.

[Cybil just waits. And then holds out a hand to take it back.]

I wouldn't know. I've never seen you before.

Well, you wouldn't have. I'm after your time.... if you are her.

_{[She tosses it back, but she's still frowning.}

After?

[Catches the ID, slipping it into a pocket.]

It's not important.

_{[Still not totally sure she trusts this Other Cybil.]}

So if you ARE Cybil Bennett... you're investigating a drug ring in Silent Hill. Right?

I wasn't. I was doing a traffic stop -- trying to. The car took off... I chased it down.

Ended up in that fucking town.

_{[A traffic stop? A car chase? That didn't sound ANYTHING like what Heather knew. Her eyes narrow.]}

Do you know a man called Harry?

No. You know a woman called Rose?

_[Pointedly.]

No...

What's your name, kid?

_{[Well, she's sure not going to give her ORIGINAL name... but hey, she's curious. So she replies:]}

Cheryl. Cheryl Mason.

[For a split-second, Cybil blinks. Did she just say Sharon or...?]

Sorry. One more time?

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