67. [4TH WALL EVENT POST]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

_{[... Or not.]}

 

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[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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[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack manages to smirk without lips and reaches out to plop a hand on top of Heather's head--that is if he can get past her bodyguard.]}

Really?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Uh oh. UH OH GUS. You made a high, shrill sound. Monsters like that. ... Or... well, not really LIKE it, but it sure as hell catches their attention. And in this case, the strange black man making teenage girl noises, in Valtiel's opinion, JUST MIGHT BE A THREAT.]

[Congratulations, Gus. He's coming towards you now.]</sub>

[milk-and-cream.livejournal.com]

Why don't you just kill your angel? That will rid you of the problem.

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[... oh no.]

[He tried to touch the Mother of God.]

[On any other occasion, that would be fine.]

[On this one? Nope.]

[Valtiel will now be reaching out and trying to snap Jack's hand off. >8(]</sub>

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[foolishwren]

... Well, no, not... exactly.

_{[Valtiel is now tasting the Firestone he found in the bag.]}

That stuff is... over. Mostly.

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[show_my_cannons]

I am twenty-five feet tall. And weigh five tons.

[And he looks so proud of himself too.]

[foolishwren]

... You think I haven't tried that?

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[gditrose.livejournal.com]

You want to see a badge or something?

[OH SNAP SON.]

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[quickattackjack]

<sub>[Jack pauses in his horsing around when Val decides to reach out and touch someone.

:D Oh! Delayed handshake! Maybe Valtiel was just shy. He sure didn't do a lot of talking.]</sub>

Well hello-AAAUUWUAGLkddfjkldsjfdskdsd THAT'S MINE!

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[foolishwren]

.... Whoa.

_{[Heather is... legitimately impressed. She is speaking to a giant robot. Every single boy she went to elementary school with would be SO JEALOUS OF HER RIGHT NOW.]}

How do you like... get around without accidentally crushing everything ever?

[milk-and-cream.livejournal.com]

[He looked at the human then back at the angel] Good point.

Just do something that will make him forsake you as your protector.

[chocolatgenius.livejournal.com]

[Gus continues screaming as he goes running the opposite direction as fast as he can, because HELL NO. DYING IS NOT ON HIS LIST OF THINGS TO DO TODAY.]

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[foolishwren]

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!

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[show_my_cannons]

I walk. Carefully. Or...

[Ironhide considers the gear for a second -- then sets it down on something. He turns, and walks away, until he's at a distance where his whole body can be seen on screen.]

[... Then he folds down. In. Panels flip, shift. In short order, it's not a giant robot, but a giant black pickup truck sitting in the street.]

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[foolishwren]

_{[And then Valtiel tosses the hand over his shoulder and folds his arms. ... And moves in front of Heather again. B(]}

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[... the thing she was talking to just turned into a car.]

[She goes silent at that point, brows furrowed in quiet contemplation.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

Won't happen.

_{[Because apparently he thought she was still carrying God. And she most definitely was not.]}

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[quickattackjack]

<sub>[And here was Jack, now a left-handed man. He stood with his brow-ridges peaked and his jaw hanging limply on its hinges.

DB WHAT JUST HAPPEN. ]</sub>

I...

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[waypastcool.livejournal.com]

Threat to god? But how's that supposed to work?

I mean, ain't gods... unbeatable? The big cheese? Seems kinda weird, if ya ask me.

[foolishwren]

_{[And Heather just noticed that 'her' angel is running after some poor defenseless dude.]}

I-- uh-- hey HEY HEY GUY! STOP SCREAMING! I-- oh no.

_{[That's around the point at which Valtiel drops onto all fours and chases after poor Gus in bounds.]}

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[gditrose.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[foolishwren]

_{[Heather shrugs broadly, continuing to walk.]}

I dunno. Tell that to the one I killed.

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[show_my_cannons]

...

What?

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[waypastcool.livejournal.com]

Whoa, whoa, wait! You killed a god?

[Now it's getting interesting! There's no way he can sit back now.]

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[foolishwren]

_{[Heather is actually a little shocked-- buuuut this is the kind of thing she was worried about.]}

Holy SHIT! Jack, I'm sorry-- I-- you don't-- I'm sorry!