foolishwren | 64. [Voice/Action for Goldenrod] Backdated to Friday/Thursdayish.

Current Location: En route to Goldenrod City/actually IN Goldenrod City.

64. [Voice/Action for Goldenrod] Backdated to Friday/Thursdayish.

_{[It's probably been a week and a half or so since anybody's heard a whole lot from Heather's end of the line-- given the recent turn of events, coupled with catching up on things with her father, she just hasn't been talking much.]

[But if anyone missed the sound of yet another ranty teenager on the 'Gear network, well, today their wishes and hopes will be realized.]

[A crackle of interference precedes her voice, and in the background there's the steady rumble of a Steelix making headway on a dirt path.]}

Heeeey Johto, what's crackin'?

Totally fell off the face of the planet for a bit there.

Anyway, for those who care, Goldenrod just came into sight over the hill, so Dad and I'll be strolling into town within a couple hours, probably.

I'll be lookin' for a few of you as soon as we get checked in and stuff-- you guys know who you are. _{[She's lookin' at you, Kaito. Dinner plans aside, she still needs to give him that hug.]}

And uh-- Snake, you still in the hotel? I'll heal Solid up at the Center first if you want me to, but otherwise, I'm sure he'll be glad to see his Trainer. Sorry the trip wound up takin' so long.

Anyway, uh-- ... see you guys in a few hours.

... Feel free to call me up and chat, though, the road's dusty and it's a real bore to look at for hours on end.

_{[ooc: For Action, feel free to encounter Heather in the hotel lobby or Pokemon Center healin' up her monsters after arriving.]}

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[She can't see the lifted eyebrow at that tone, or the nod he winds up doing.] ... That must only work in your situation.

[Xehanort and 'father' do not belong in the same sentence. If anything, he faintly respects the old coot, but nothing more. In fact, there's a hint of fear even, since... well. One can undo the things they make.]

Well the nonexistent mystery man who shares my genetic material sure isn't my dad.

_{[... Just like Dahlia Gillespie was in no way her mother. Not after everything she had done...]}

[Snorts quietly, his tone sounding almost wry.] The old fart who raised me is not my father, even if he made me into this form.

Well, maybe 'raise' isn't the right word.

Did he love you?

[He laughs, and he laughs hard at the word choice.] No.

Then he's not your father whether he raised you or not.

... Has anyone ever told you that you sound really freaky when you laugh?

I suppose it's best I never considered him as such then. [He's still got a bit of a chuckle coming out of him though.] No, but somehow I'm not surprised.

Like, Michael-Jackson-on-helium freaky.

Not like I know who that is.

That's probably a good thing, actually.

If you insist. [Snorts again, but -- whoops, give him a second, Void is chittering and tapping on the gear with her claws. Smacking a button, the feed flips on with Vanitas giving his Sneasel a look as the Pokemon peers at the screen closely.]

Void, what. I'm talking, idiot.

[So Heather, like his new hairdo? It's slicked back with a few fluffy bits near his ears where he chopped his hair too short.]

_{[She pauses-- ... then decides eh, what the hell, and hits the video feed, herself.]}

Not bad. Now your head doesn't look like the business end of a mace anymore.

[Void the Sneasel makes something of a face when the video flips on the other end. (Is she jealous her trainer is talking to a girl? It's not like Vanitas would notice, anyway.) Shrugging idly, he's walking and doing some traveling of his own, it seems, on his end. His Pokemon is perched on his shoulder, and is messing part of his hair up with a claw carefully threading through it.]

This isn't how it naturally wants to go, but I prefer it this way.

_{[Well, if it helps any, Void, at least the girl he's talking to looks more boyish than some of the GUYS around?]}

Hey, far's I'm concerned, people can wear their hair however the hell they want it.

[The corner of his mouth quirks up just slightly.] It's not something I care much about either. I'm just sick of being mistaken for someone else.

You mean Sora.

_{[It's... not a question.]

[Yeah, she knows your lookalike, Vanitas. What now.]}

I mean a runt. [It doesn't bother him that much, though the name alone makes his nose scrunch with a sour look in his eye.]

The runt happens to be my friend.

_{[She doesn't exactly sound pissed-off, not yet. And her expression is surprisingly neutral. But there's a certain note in her voice. One that says 'You wanna keep going down this line? I don't think you want to go here with me.']}

[Lifting his head a touch, that sour look is expanding more onto his face now... but he says nothing.]

_{[Heather just stares back evenly. Vanitas might notice that there is ... actually something distinctly eerie in her gaze when she looks at someone like this.]}

Stay away from him and we're cool.

_{[It's a pretty civil offer, all things considered. After all... she's had some good conversations with this guy, and while she knows he's dangerous, she's not entirely sure he's evil. ... But that's not gonna stop her from looking out for her little bro. She remembers last time.]}

[That makes his upper lip absolutely curl. It isn't the look, though he is somewhat surprised a normal person is pulling it, it's the words.]

I'm staying away because he's out of reach at the moment. [I'm not wasting my time hunting him down when I know where he comes back to.]

_{[The stare becomes a grin-- an absolutely wolfish grin. It's one she wears often-- one that the people who've known her awhile have come to expect out of her. Part of it's just plain old playful and admittedly, that's the reason she usually wears it. ... But there's also just the barest (but constant) hint of a suggestion that it might become a bite.]}

That's a fair enough reason.

_{[She pauses for a second, considering something.]}

... But I'm a better reason.

[His own expression is taking on the features of a pissed cat, his tone bringing a hiss into his voice. Vanitas may be feeling cranky over this, but that wolfish grin of hers? Is making his mouth curl up into an angry sort of smile, somewhat...

Who knows. He certainly isn't taking the time to figure it out.]

Right. I think I want to kick him a little harder in the ribs now.

_{[It's incredible how quickly Heather's conversations can go from neutral to aggressive. And the funny thing? Her opinions... haven't actually changed much. It's just that Vanitas is getting mad, and is therefore... not just hitting her 'Troll harder' button, but pounding on it. With his face.]}

You wanna kick him in the ribs, huh?

That sounds like a fun afternoon activity?

It could be considered that; he can't beat me in a real fight.

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