foolishwren | 59. [Action for Violet City/Video] (dated to early Wednesday morning)

HEATHER!

HEATHER HEATHER HEATHER! LOOKIT!

_{[Heather groaned. It was way too early for this.]

[Anyone actually out and about on the streets of Violet City on this fine, promising-to-be-warm day wouldn't be able to enjoy the peace and quiet for long. Between the rapid clip-clopping trot of the Ponyta hightailing it up and down the street and the childish squeals of the UNHOLY DEMON that was chasing after her gleefully through the morning fog that was rising off all the now-rapidly-melting snow.]

[Clearing her still sleep-gunked throat with one fist to her mouth, Heather called out after the fleeing figures.]}

Don't run into any lamp posts and die or your brother'll glare witheringly at me and say something droll!

_{[Whether or not the kid and the pony heard her was unclear. Either way, Beckett Fowl and Carousel the Ponyta were having too much fun to listen to something as boring as orders, pfft. Sighing, Heather rubbed at now significantly-darker rings under her eyes. When he had asked her to watch after his brother until he himself could come collect the kid, Artemis had failed to mention that said kid was the living incarnation of hyperactivity itself. The only reason Heather was even OUT here at ass o'clock in the morning (at least the SUN was up-- barely) instead of curled up in bed was because there was no shutting this thing up.]

[So in the spirit of wanting to get more sleep being a responsible babysitter, she'd dragged herself out of bed to let kid and Pokemon let off their energy in constructive ways like running in repetitive circles rather than making someone from the room below hers come to her door and complain about the fact that it sounded like she was letting an elephant jump up and down in there.]}

Your brother'd better get here soon, y'little cretin....

_{[Pausing to sigh and lean on a lamp post, Heather looked around blearily at the sleepy city. There were some good and bad things about it this morning. On the bright side, the warmth meant she'd finally been able to ditch the sleeves AT LAST. ... But on the OTHER hand...]

[FOG.]

[Fuckin' fog.]

[It wasn't even the thick, soupy stuff that had been laying over the city last fall like an obese, hallucinogenic slug, it was floaty, whimsical little wisps that were being painted pale pink by the sunrise-- but even that was enough to bring up the goosebumps on her bare arms. ... Or no, that was just because it was damp. Right? Yeah, that's all.]

[But god, it made her want to just go back inside and wait until it all burned off... Even though she couldn't, thanks to the fact that she had to wait for the child prodigy to come running back in this direction.]}

Ugh. You owe me so hard, Arty.

_{[Because addressing thin air would really tell him just how sulky you were over this, Heather. That is the right thing to do.]

[Shivering despite the balminess, Heather folded her arms and tried to keep her mind off the odd flashes of memory these foggy streets were bringing back, of that autumn incident that had soured her so hard on this city. RRGGH it was really getting into her HEAD, too, she could almost hear the echoes of a baby cryi-- .... Wait a second.]

[Heather turned her head at the sound. ... No... no, she wasn't imagining that. Something WAS crying. ... Not human-- though it was close enough to give her a start. She could still hear Beckett joyfully whooping off further down the street, so it wasn't him... Swallowing hard, she stepped away from the lamp post and in the direction of the noise, a thin wailing that was drifting from somewhere behind a clump of bushes, almost as lightly as the drifting fog.]}

I-- uh.... helloo--...?

_{[And there it was.]}

_{[The little Cubone peered up at her warily through the sockets in its skull helmet, eyes sticky and bloodshot. Its crying had stopped as soon as Heather showed her face-- though probably more out of alarm than anything else]

[Heather just... stared right back until she found her voice.]}

... Whoa, you don't look wild... what're you doin' out here all on your-- ... wait.

_{[... Now she recognized it. Those cries... from a network post months before. An important]}

... You... belong to that girl.

_{[Angela. ... But if she wasn't here, that probably meant...]}

... Damn it...

[Video]

_{[No screaming wake-up calls from Heather at this hour, thank god-- but anyone who's up might be seeing this message pop up on their screens. Heather looks... grim. ... And a little sad.]}

Is there anyone else here who's talked to somebody named Angela?

.... Recently?

_{[ooc: Beckett used with his mun's permission!]}

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_{[You just summed up Heather's thoughts on that fog entirely, Cybil. It probably goes without saying that no one who's seen Silent Hill's other side could ever look at mist the same way again... fortunately this stuff should all burn off once the sun's good and risen.]

[At the sound of someone coming down the street, Heather looks up-- ohshit dog dog dogdogdogDOG--]

[It was sort of hard to look casual when you were tensing up like a coiled spring, but if anyone could pull it off, it was probably Heather. Needless to say, when Cybil gets there, the girl's shoulders are hiked up around her neck and there's a sort of straaained grin on her face as she leans ever-so-slightly away from Rinty.]}

Aheh-- heyyy, no problem!

_{[Her own canine partner is in his ball in her pocket-- but she's not entirely sure whether she should let him out or not. Contrary to his own belief, he is NOT a great tracker, and would probably just derail the search before it even began.]}

So. We gonna get this show on the road?

[Cybil's still unaware of Heather's fear of dogs ~~after all, she does have a dog Pokemon herself~~ but yeah...maybe having a demonic-looking dog run ahead of you in the fog towards a girl who's had her own taste of Silent Hill wasn't the smartest idea in the world.

She pats her thigh and Rinty trots towards his trainer. There's an apologetic look from the cop.]

I figured he could help us track. He usually follows...not leads.

[Her demeanor suddenly becomes...slightly more professional.]

Of course. Where shall we start?

_{[YEAH THAT PROBABLY WASN'T THE BEST IDEA-- but Heather can deal. She's lasted this long with a dog that can light things on fire and likes knocking her down to administer kisses, after all.]}

Yeah, that'd probably be... uh, helpful. ... I'd let mine out, but... he'd probably just run in circles and bark his head off. He's not smart.

_{[Starting down the street, she points ahead of them.]}

I guess I should probably show you where I found her Pokemon and 'Gear first...

_{[It probably goes without saying that in the midst of the whole situation, it went in one ear and out the other that Cybil had been working at the Pokemon Center. With nurses who had more dirt on Heather than Cujo did after he'd rolled in the mud and jumped all over her. That wasn't gonna be a pleasant realization when it DID sink in.]}

[Well, luckily for Heather, Rinty won't ever be the kind of dog to come bounding towards anyone and tackle them with kisses. It would be too immature of him.

Cybil cracks a smile at that, softening the professional tone she had taken just a little bit. She nods.]

That sounds like a perfect start.

[But the fact that Heather had found the Gear and the Pokemon without a trainer was...well, Cybil still might not be familiar with the rules of this place, but she had a sinking feeling already.

And eventually, Heather will probably get a rude awakening that Cybil will hear plenty an earful when it comes to the dirt on Heather.]

It was over by this bush... he was hidin' behind it. _{[She brushes some of the foliage aside and kicks a little at the moist earth-- there's even still an indent from where she found the 'Gear stuck in the mud.]}

So, uh... I guess you never talked to her, huh? Tall chick, dark hair? Looked like she was in her twenties maybe?

_{[She's curious-- and debating whether she should mention that Angela was another person from 'home'.]}

59. [Action for Violet City/Video] (dated to early Wednesday morning)

[action] HAHA DON'T WORRY, I'll be around to tag tomorrow and onwards. :D

[action] SWEETNESS. and this time I won't mysteriously disappear

[action] I SUPPORT NOT MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARING. 8)b I'll get to work on that log tag, too!

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