foolishwren | 74. [Text/Action for Club H] Backdated to Monday

_{[Oh, man. Oh man, oh man, oh man.]

[It had taken an entire year.]

[For a couple months past 365 days, Heather's life had been blessedly free of something she'd always known was possible but had never seriously considered would happen. Lulled into a false sense of security by her general good luck regarding which people from her own world showed up here, she supposed.]

[All decent folks. No cultists. No creepers.]

[... Until now.]

[It takes her a bit to decide exactly what she's going to do about it. She can't just sit there, after all. She has to tell some people. ... Not everybody. That would be stupid, and attract unwanted attention. Not to mention, he'd probably just find it funny. No, she'll just... tell a few.]

[Some people who already knew a little about... that place. She'd already GOTTEN a message from L, which meant that she wasn't the only person paying attention. But she's not so sure about the rest of her friends. So without any further ado...]}

[PRIVATE TEXT to: Kaito Kuroba, Rise Kujikawa, Envy, Liquid Snake, Hal 'Otacon' Emmerich, Dale Cooper, Ironhide, Ken Amada, and Miles Edgeworth]

Hey

If you've got a free moment, I gotta talk to you. It's important.

_{[... There. That'll do for starters...]

[Shutting the 'Gear, she sets it down on the bed for the moment. Now to take care of the OTHER thing.]}

Hey, Dad? Henry?

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_{[Aw, shit... Heather's not sure she wants to know what ol' Father Dick said to her father, but... she'll have to ask. Later, though.]}

He was... involved with the stuff I had to do in town.

... I should mention that unlike a lot of his cronies, he didn't want to destroy the world.

But that doesn't make him a good guy. We can't trust him.

_{[Henry fidgets with his toothbrush thoughtfully and forms a tiny frown.]}

What does he look like, again? Where is he?

[Yeah.]

Brown hair, glasses

He definitely looks like a creep.

Greasy as hell and with a mouth that's probably never seen a dentist in its entire life.

And he dresses like a preacher's kid.

_{[... Because he kind of was a preacher.]}

He's in Mahogany Town right now.

Walter was pretty gross looking. _{Um. The real Walter. Not the owl.} Maybe it's just a...thing with them.

_{[SILENT HILL WAS PRETTY GROSS WHEN HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT what with the blood and ooze and giant dicks everywhere.]}

....You know, I wouldn't be surprised.

[Dahlia looked creepy, Kaufman was probably the best dressed of the ones he'd seen.]

... Yeah, it comes with... a certain brand of crazy that always seems to involve being kinda nasty...

_{[Claudia had taken care of herself, but she was Claudia. She'd always been like that.]}

Anyway, he's... yeah.

He can't be trusted.

I don't... think he'll try anything with us, but... you never know.

_{[He'd been on 'her side' during the ordeal, but...]}

_{[Henry suddenly feels like he's in one of those D.A.R.E. talks from elementary. THIS IS WHAT A CULTIST LOOKS LIKE, KIDS. IF HE TRIES TO TALK TO YOU, TELL AN ADULT RIGHT AWAY. There are questions he wants to ask but for now he settles on looking thoughtful.]}

[Harry used to give Heather those talks all the time. Only replacing cultist with 'stranger', or 'dangerous person'.]

[Harry looks grim.]

If he does try anything, we'll just have to stop him.

[Because you do not mess with his daughter.]

_{[Yeah, the comparisons aren't lost on Heather, either.]}

Yeah.

Between us... he doesn't stand a chance.

... But he'll screw with your head if he can. Because he's a jerk like that.

He didn't even treat the other culties well from what I could see.. 'pparently he was extorting money from them and stuff.

_{[Henry ponders on all this for a while before piping up again.]}

Did he do anything to you?

[Harry will wait for her to answer that. Trying not to say anything along the lines of "he'd better not have".

It's fairly easy to guess that's what he's thinking.]

_{[And Heather... knows exactly what's going through her father's head. She's known him her whole life, and knows the kinds of conclusions he frequently jumps to... which is why she's not gonna say anything about Vincent's leers and innuendos.]}

No.

... Not really.

Gave me dangerous advice and ... messed around with my head, but he didn't like...

_{[A pause, and then she shakes her head.]}

I could take him in a fight with both hands tied behind my back. The main thing is just that he can't be trusted. Even his 'help' is usually useless at best.

_{[Henry was glad of that. He liked Heather and didn't want to think about someone doing...stuff to her.]}

I won't let him do anything to you.

_{[Yes, Henry, you and your noodle arms.]}

He won't be.

[Because Harry will punch him if he does.]

_{[... Okay, she can't help but smile.]}

We'll all look out for each other.

Okay?

_{[Henry smiles too, but also entertains a tiny HENRY DOODLE cartoon within his own mind of the three of them turning this Vincent's supposed bad advice back on him by telling him that wild pokemon liked hugs. B] yeeeees yes it was a beautiful plan. Then he remembered he was hungry. 8( ]}

Okay!

[The best plan Henry...]

[Harry smiles as well.]

Okay.