Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2012-02-25 03:48 am
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Entry tags:
- *coraline: other father,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *homestuck: karkat vantas,
- *kingdom hearts: roxas,
- *kingdom hearts: vanitas,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *silent hill: douglas cartland,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *silent hill: henry townshend,
- *the dresden files: harry dresden,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- *yu-gi-oh!: bakura,
- *yu-gi-oh!: crow hogan,
- 525600 minutes,
- a letter to my future self,
- aaaaangst,
- accidental video,
- action,
- aftermath,
- all's well that ends well,
- brooding mcbroodypants,
- dead on my feet,
- family,
- greet the dawn,
- holding my heart out but clutching it to,
- ic,
- image attached,
- joltik,
- ohmagosh it's hatching,
- olivine city,
- shaking fists at the sky,
- shoulda coulda woulda,
- time to let go,
- tyrogue,
- val,
- video,
- who's that pokemon?!,
- why can't i hold all these feelings
90. [Video/Action for Olivine Inn] Dated to whenever Team Silent + Crow gets to Olivine.
[It's quiet.]
[In more ways than one.]
[Actually, 'quiet' is a pretty good word to describe everything over the past few days, from Heather's perspective.]
[She's been quiet. After making an angry spectacle of herself in front of everyone, she hadn't been in much of a talkative mood. The trip down Route 38 had been spent largely in solemn silence, even after Crow had joined them mid-journey-- something that practically didn't seem possible.]
[The network's been quiet. Relatively, anyway. So many previously-prolific voices had vanished. Those who were left had understandably been left to pick up the pieces of everything that had come undone and, well, it's hard to blame them for being quiet-- those ones who had lost people, anyway. God knows Heather couldn't muster the fire to keep getting angrier as word of new disappearances had continued to flow in. The moment when she had seriously considered destroying a harmless Pokemon egg and its contents had been the moment she'd burnt herself out.]
[And, perhaps the only one that's sort of comforting right now, the city is quiet. The hustle and bustle of summer is both long ago and far in the future and as such, Olivine City in February is a great deal calmer than it had been the last time Heather had been here. That's sort of good, really. They've all needed to do a lot of thinking lately.]
[It's morning-- hardly even dawn yet.]
[At first, the camera isn't even SHOWING Heather. More a very close view of the floor, and the railing at the top of the staircase leading up from the lobby of the Olivine Inn. The cameraman is probably a Pokemon, but who knows which one it is... Godzilla has long since retired from his 'Gear-stealing shenanigans and so has Butch, now that he can WOOOOOO and QUAAAAAAG at his beloved Flapper in person.]
[But whichever one it is, it carries the camera with an air of quiet determination, and once it situates itself within view of its trainer, who seems to be sitting silently by a window in the deserted lobby, it sits itself down with a rustle and zooms in.]

[Eyes shut, she almost looks asleep, except for the fact that she's absent-mindedly stroking something with one finger-- something bristly-looking and pale yellow that seems to be in the process of contentedly nuzzling its way under her chin. ... Something with four bright blue eyes not dissimilar to the odd markings on that little egg she had been threatening to crush last week.]
[The video doesn't last long. It lingers on Heather and the new Pokemon for fifteen or twenty seconds, and then shuts off. Whoever had been filming, it seemed, had no agenda outside of showing the network that, no, Heather had not gone through with her impulsive plan. Fortunately.]
[The whole time, Heather just carries on obliviously.]
[Remembering hurts... but there's nothing anybody can do to change that.]
[Half to herself and half to the creature, who doesn't seem to be aware of how close it had come to maybe NOT EVER GETTING TO HATCH, she mumbles after a few seconds.]
... Stage five. I think.
That's acceptance, right?
[In more ways than one.]
[Actually, 'quiet' is a pretty good word to describe everything over the past few days, from Heather's perspective.]
[She's been quiet. After making an angry spectacle of herself in front of everyone, she hadn't been in much of a talkative mood. The trip down Route 38 had been spent largely in solemn silence, even after Crow had joined them mid-journey-- something that practically didn't seem possible.]
[The network's been quiet. Relatively, anyway. So many previously-prolific voices had vanished. Those who were left had understandably been left to pick up the pieces of everything that had come undone and, well, it's hard to blame them for being quiet-- those ones who had lost people, anyway. God knows Heather couldn't muster the fire to keep getting angrier as word of new disappearances had continued to flow in. The moment when she had seriously considered destroying a harmless Pokemon egg and its contents had been the moment she'd burnt herself out.]
[And, perhaps the only one that's sort of comforting right now, the city is quiet. The hustle and bustle of summer is both long ago and far in the future and as such, Olivine City in February is a great deal calmer than it had been the last time Heather had been here. That's sort of good, really. They've all needed to do a lot of thinking lately.]
[It's morning-- hardly even dawn yet.]
[At first, the camera isn't even SHOWING Heather. More a very close view of the floor, and the railing at the top of the staircase leading up from the lobby of the Olivine Inn. The cameraman is probably a Pokemon, but who knows which one it is... Godzilla has long since retired from his 'Gear-stealing shenanigans and so has Butch, now that he can WOOOOOO and QUAAAAAAG at his beloved Flapper in person.]
[But whichever one it is, it carries the camera with an air of quiet determination, and once it situates itself within view of its trainer, who seems to be sitting silently by a window in the deserted lobby, it sits itself down with a rustle and zooms in.]

[Eyes shut, she almost looks asleep, except for the fact that she's absent-mindedly stroking something with one finger-- something bristly-looking and pale yellow that seems to be in the process of contentedly nuzzling its way under her chin. ... Something with four bright blue eyes not dissimilar to the odd markings on that little egg she had been threatening to crush last week.]
[The video doesn't last long. It lingers on Heather and the new Pokemon for fifteen or twenty seconds, and then shuts off. Whoever had been filming, it seemed, had no agenda outside of showing the network that, no, Heather had not gone through with her impulsive plan. Fortunately.]
[The whole time, Heather just carries on obliviously.]
[Remembering hurts... but there's nothing anybody can do to change that.]
[Half to herself and half to the creature, who doesn't seem to be aware of how close it had come to maybe NOT EVER GETTING TO HATCH, she mumbles after a few seconds.]
... Stage five. I think.
That's acceptance, right?
[action]
[They were not in his bag. His sleeping bag. Or the cuffs of his hoodie. 8( IT WAS A MYSTERY. Egg under his arm, Henry crept up to Heather's bag.]
[She wasn't around...she wouldn't care, right?]
[Maybe he had just gotten confused and hidden them in there. Yeah! Yeah, that had to be it! Heather's R-K-9 bag practically looked like the ratty little duffle he had dragged through the dirt the whole way into town. Totally!]
Nnhhhh. 8(
[Anybody walking into the room would catch him poking around uneasily in his fellow survivor's things. He pushed them out of the way or pulled them out and placed them to the side with the same care that an archaeologist might. He was even holding his breath.]
[Partially from just being Henry. And partially because there JUST MIGHT be owls in there. Oh, Jesus.]
[action]
[The bag is mercifully free of owls, but there aren't any cigarettes in sight. And c'mon, man, Heather's classier than that! ... She'd at least ASK you for one first!]
[In any case, the door opens as he's rummaging through her bag and she steps inside-- only to just sort of stop and watch him for a few seconds.]
... What are you doing?
[action]
Sorry, Heather. Have you seen my cigarettes? I thought they might have ended up in your bag somehow.
[action]
[Although she wouldn't lie... it was tempting sometimes.]
[She strolls over, bending down with her hands on her knees to look in the bag as well.]
Maybe Dad found 'em?
[action]
I thought maybe I put them in there by mistake...
[At Heather's suggestion the photographer's face blanked. Well. More than usual. Then, the corners of his mouth tilted downwards as he placed the egg on the bed.
>8c MR. MASON! ]
I'll just have to buy some more.
[action]
Just for the record, Dad knows ALL the hiding spots. He used to find all mine back when I did it, too.
If you wanna keep 'em, you should probably start keeping them in your sock or something. Like, while you're wearing it.
[action]
[8C HE NEEDED HIS SMOKES. Henry notices the movement from Heather's shoulder and freezes. The hell. Was that.]
...You've got a thing on you.
[action]
Yeah, I know.
The egg I got hatched today. Earlier.
[action]
I think it wants to suck the liquid out of my eyeballs.
[action]
It does not.
I read about these things. They eat static electricity, not eyes.
If you're gonna be worried about any Pokemon of mine being after your eyes, it should probably be Wren.
[The Murkrow is far too interested in anything with a shine to it sometimes...]
[action]
[Well okay, so his eyes weren't in any danger but he still had no smokes and he'd been awake for a whole hour. THIS SHOULD NOT BE.]
You sleep alright?
[action]
Eh, I slept okay...
Better than I did out on the road.
[A bed did wonders... She needed permanent things right now, and a bed in a room in a building felt more permanent than a one-night camping site. While they were still trekking their way towards Olivine, she hadn't slept well at all. Every moment spent with eyes shut was a moment that one or the other or both of her companions might disappear.]
[And even though so many disappearances-- Aoko... Kaito...-- had happened right under her nose in the Ecruteak in, somehow she still feels better with a floor under her feet than earth. The thought of waking up in the middle of nowhere with two empty sleeping bags next to her is just too haunting to banish.]
[action]
I'm glad.
[action]
[... But she still has Henry. And her father.]
[She nods a little bit, reaching out to absent-mindedly finger a worn-out hole in the bedspread for a moment or so, seemingly lost in thought.]
... Hey, Henry?
[action]
Yeah?
[action]
[Then she turns back to Henry.]
If...
Just hypothetically.
If you disappeared from here and went home tomorrow... you'd be going back to the Otherworld, right?
Since that's where you were when you were brought here.
[action]
Yeah...Yeah, I would.
[And into Walter's gnarly mommy-obsessed claws.]
[action]
And you said that guy... was doing some kind of ritual to bring God into the world, right?
[She just wants to ... to CONFIRM before she launches into a spiel.]
[action]
[Here, Henry looks a little guilty. He's been squirreling something away in his napsack for months. The night everyone got something from Home, he'd wound up with his SCRAPBOOK OF NIGHTMARES.]
[And hadn't peeked at it since.]
[Henry was deliberately trying to forget what had happened to him.]
[action]
[Which is probably evident in the way she rests her hands on her knees and just sort of... looks at him with a seriousness that she usually doesn't.]
What kinds of weapons did you have on you?
Guns, knives, baseball bats? Anything?
[Because as good as he is with that fry-basket, she doesn't favor his chances with it if he's against a GOD.]
Re: [action]
[Henry touched a hand to the side of his head as if ghosts were lurking just outside the hotel room door and making his brain throb against the inside of his skull. He didn't want to think about it.]
"I know I had a gun."
[action]
Okay, good. That should be enough if you play it right.
[After all... she hadn't had much more than that.]
[Piercing him with that out-of-character stare, she spreads her hands.]
The thing you gotta remember is that gods can die. They can be killed. They're strong but they can be killed. If you get them before they can finish coming into the world all the way.
[She's under no illusions... she knows that if somehow God had been fully formed when she took it on, her chances would have been a great deal slimmer than they already were.]
[But she'd done it. It could be done.]
[action]
That's the idea. [He frowns at nothing for a while, but pipes up again.] Do you think...my being stuck here is stopping the world from ending back home?
[IT'S A LOT OF PRESSURE FOR SOME RANDOM STONER ART KID OKAY?]
[action]
[She blinks at the suggestion, and then frowns and shakes her head.]
I don't-- no, our time here doesn't... change anything. As far as I know, when people go back, they... go back to the exact same moment they left from.
[action]
[Henry takes a moment to look physically ill at the thought. He'd been sleeping fairly well too in his little thought cocoon!]
But. Yes. I was descending into...somewhere. After finding Walter had gotten down off his cross. I think his ghost-self moved it.
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