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50. Accidental Video

_{[When the feed flickers on, it's first displaying a somewhat unsteady view of Heather's back. Occasionally it swivels back and forth shakily-- showing a blurry view of what looked like a lot of cracked eggshells. There were a few towels lying crumpled on the floor, as well. Her voice, muffled and slightly blotted out by the constant clicking and rattling noises resulting from the Totodile claws that are grappling to keep hold on the camera.]}

--thought you weren't gonna make it before the first day've the New Year was over. Guess you like cuttin' it close to the wire, huh little guy?

_{[There's something small but fuzzy and ragged-looking draped over her shoulder, jostling slightly as she rubs it down with a towel.]

[It's white, mostly-- with spiky, damp hair and something indistinct sticking out of its head-- something black and sickle-like. A reaper-y blade.]}

Guess it's appropriate, though.

_{[She sits back and the camera's view scurries forward a little bit, swiveling upwards insistently. Catching sight of it (and its carrier-- guess who) out of the corner of her eye, Heather turns with a quirked brow.]}

Wh-- Zilla, put that thing down, you're gonna break it.

_{[She uses one hand to better support the fuzzy white thing cradled against her shoulder and makes a sort of halfhearted grab for Godzilla and the 'Gear with the other-- he dances out of reach, but she does hit a button and the Pokedex function comes online.]}

ABSOL, the DISASTER POKEMON. It has the ability to predict disasters and impending danger. Its tendency to only appear before humans prior to disasters has earned it a reputation as an evil omen and often caused it to become a target, leading to the species becoming even more shy and reclusive.

... Predicting disasters, huh.

Guess I'm safe, then. _{Mine's already happened.}

I know just what I'm gonna call you.

_{[Curious about the newest addition to their little motley crew, Godzilla inches forward with the camera once again, zooming in on the little creature's face. As the view gets clearer, a single red eye-- the one not obscured by a limp mop of white fur-- drifts open.]}

How do you feel about 'Alessa'?

[ooc: TAGS WILL COME TOMORROW-- I just realized I'm running a fever and shit's starting to move that really shouldn't. SORRY ILU GUYS. I'll-- .. um, I'll be back later. 8(;]

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... Yeah. [ and she digs her spoon back in with a thoughtful hum. ] Even if you're afraid, at some point... you can't give in to that fear anymore, or you'll never be able to fix things.

Couldn't have put it better myself. _{[She peels the top off her own carton at last and goes fishing in the bag of silverware for a spoon.]}

So you must have like... a million fans, right? Got any, like, totally crazy ones?

Not that many, but yeah, every now and then, I'd get stalkers... the day I got kidnapped, actually, there was this one on the telephone pole outside of the shop trying to take pictures of my room.

[ Rise's got horror stories galore. ]

_{[THAT gets a huge wrinkled nose out of Heather and she pauses in the middle of digging her spoon into her ice cream just to make a face.]}

Eugh. I hate stalkers. I've had a few of those myself. _{[... Well... a whole hell of a lot more than a few, if you wanted to get technical.]}

Didn't you have bodyguards or something to get rid of them if they did shit like that?

[ don't make the ice cream suffer because of stalkers, Heather. Though Rise watches her sympathetically-- without the wrinkled nose. ]

Not fun, are they? And the bodyguards really only work if you're not trying to keep a low profile. I was on hiatus at the time, so...

_{[SHE IS GOING TO CHANNEL HER HATRED INTO THIS ICE CREAM.]}

Nnnnnuh-uh. Not fun at all.

And I guess that makes sense... still, though. _{[She looks sympathetic, now.]} That seriously sucks.

... If I was friends with you back where you came from, I'd go and beat 'em up for ya.

[ okay, that gets her to laugh. ]

You might make a pretty good bodyguard, Heather!

_{[The 'ew stalkers' face gives way to an enthusiastic grin.]} I would, wouldn't I?

_{[Putting the ice cream down, she takes a moment to flex one arm, as... though there's actually muscle there. (spoilers: there's nothing too impressive).]}

Those stalkers wouldn't even know what hit 'em!

... But I'd know.

_{[She lowers her voice conspiratorially and raises both her bandaged hands in a sparring fashion, mouthing "my fists".]}

[ that... is just making her laugh harder. Oh, Heather, your puny muscles are at least better than Rise's puny muscles. ]

M-my hero!

I know, I know, no need to thank me.

_{[She makes a bowing motion, then picks up the carton again and starts in on it once more.]}

Do you have any totally creepy ones? Or just lame and obsessed?

All of the above. [ Rise says this in a disgruntled tone. ] I mean, it's nice to know I've got fans, but there's a limit, you know?

_{[She wrinkles her nose again.]}

Man... people like that aren't fans, they're just... What's the word. _{[Shaking her head with a thoughtful frown, she sucks on her spoon while she thinks.]} Like... they don't see you. They just see some... thing that they're projecting all their fantasies on. Using you, basically.

_{[... Sounds like she's got personal experience with this.]}

It must be even worse if you're famous... the media practically GIVES people license to do that with celebs.

[ Rise's eyebrows lift,just a little surprised that Heather gets it. That's pretty much the basis of her Shadow, but she's never really come across someone else who's been able to vocalize it so succinctly without Rise having to explain it first.

... But maybe that's because she's been hanging out with half-Disney derps. ]

It kinda sounds like you've been there.

_{[Oh, Heather gets it, all right... It's not quite the same as being a pop star, but when you have a dedicated and fanatical cult whose children were raised believing you to be the key to their salvation... yeah. You get some crazy fans.]}

Uh... aheh. Yeeeeeaaah. Little bit.

... One of the things I shouldn't ask about?

Huh? Oh-- no! It's not like... too secret or anything, I guess. _{[Well, not anymore, really... The cult hadn't set foot in Johto, and Heather was trying to trust people more, after all.]} ... Unless you don't wanna hear creepy details or something.

_{[She's not sure if Rise has ever had creepers on a "Stanley" level-- though given that she was an idol, maybe she had.]}

I've seen enough creepy to last me three lifetimes, but I don't mind listening.

... Well.

_{[Storytime, then! Heather finishes off a spoonful of ice cream for good measure before setting the carton down and cracking her knuckles.]}

It's nothing like what I'm sure you had, but... I uh ... well, there were these people back home who... I guess you could say they thought pretty highly of me. Kind of like a ... really twisted, inbred fanclub, I guess you could say.

_{[Probably went without saying that they'd been the ones who came after Heather and her father, so she wouldn't go into that.]}

Thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. ... Well, most of 'em. Some of them just wanted me dead but that's a whole 'nother story.

... So they either worshipped you or wanted you wiped off the face of the earth?

[ ... yeah, that sounds like Rise's experience with showbiz. Only on a MUCH MORE HARDCORE SCALE. ]

_{[Interesting you should use the word 'worship', Rise! That's pretty much exactly it!]}

Yeah, just about, actually.

See, to them, I was-- er.

_{[Cue a grin that was more embarrassed than anything else.]}

Saint Alessa.

_{[... Let that sink in, Rise. Heather is actually, officially a saint. ... And kind of also a god but that's yet another big can of worms.]}

[ lets that sink in.

... Lets that sink in for a good FIVE MINUTES. ]

Saint?

Yeeeeeee-up.

_{[She's not going to mention what she-- ... what Alessa did to actually become that saint-- half because it's weird as hell and half because it's actually ninety-percent sugary bullshit that the cult came up with after the real stuff all went down.]}

Can't you just see me with the robes and that sunbursty halo thing behind my head?

No.

[ ... said immediately. ]

_{[Aaaaand that answer makes Heather crack up, slapping one knee and shaking her head.]}

No?

Awww, but I'm so-- saintly!

... Seriously, though, they had a big painting of that and everything.

_{[... Admittedly, in the painting she'd had Alessa's long black hair and had been holding a baby (herself. How's THAT for a mind trip?), but it was true.]}

Anyway... yeah. That's what I was. A few of 'em wanted me dead for their own purposes... those were the ones I hated least, lemme tell ya.

... Not to say they weren't... assholes or anything.

_{[Vincent had been a slimy, manipulative little creeper, but at least he was more or less straightforward about the fact that he only had his own interests in mind. And Leonard, well, Leonard hadn't really given a crap about the whole Alessa thing, but then again, he was so nutso by the end that he probably hadn't even known who she was.]}

... It's the ones who were obsessed who were the real sickos.

Oh geez, Heather... you really had it rough, didn't you?

[ Rise's pretty sure she's never had paintings, but she'd rather not think about that at all. And sure, she's had plenty of people who hate her, but they'd never tried to KILL her. ]

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