[The approaching figure gives no reply, but continues forward... and as it begins to pass under the colored lights, its identity becomes clear.]
[It is Heather... although that same familiar outfit is filthier than it's ever been in Johto, even after rainstorms and a muddy spring. It looks... old. Like it was pulled out of a landfill. The scruffy hair that Rise herself has forced a comb through on more than one occasion is pitch-black. Instead of hazel-brown, the blackened eyes flicker with orange, like there's a fire alight deep behind their sockets.]
[But the biggest thing wrong is the festering burns that pockmark every inch of visible flesh... and the way it skulks. Like an some fusion of a walking corpse and an animal.]
[There is no doubt about it. The creature now approaching Rise is Heather Mason... but not the one that anyone in Johto knows her as.]
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[It is Heather... although that same familiar outfit is filthier than it's ever been in Johto, even after rainstorms and a muddy spring. It looks... old. Like it was pulled out of a landfill. The scruffy hair that Rise herself has forced a comb through on more than one occasion is pitch-black. Instead of hazel-brown, the blackened eyes flicker with orange, like there's a fire alight deep behind their sockets.]
[But the biggest thing wrong is the festering burns that pockmark every inch of visible flesh... and the way it skulks. Like an some fusion of a walking corpse and an animal.]
[There is no doubt about it. The creature now approaching Rise is Heather Mason... but not the one that anyone in Johto knows her as.]