Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2011-09-10 05:23 pm
foolishwren) wrote2011-09-10 05:23 pm
Entry tags:
- *ace attorney: shelly de killer,
- *avatar the last airbender: katara,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *final fantasy tactics: ritz malheur,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *hayate the combat butler: hayate ayasak,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- *silent hill: claudia wolf,
- *silent hill: father vincent,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *silent hill: henry townshend,
- *transformers (movie): ironhide,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- *young justice: kid flash,
- *yu-gi-oh!: bakura,
- *yu-gi-oh!: crow hogan,
- 525600 minutes,
- @snake,
- aaaaangst,
- action,
- bye bye big bros,
- ecruteak city,
- glorious day,
- godzilla,
- image attached,
- shaking fists at the sky,
- togekiss,
- totodile
77. [Video/Action]
[It always seems like autumn in the woodland town of Ecruteak. But when it's actually autumn, the colors are mind-blowing.]
[Heather might not be one of those 'let's walk quietly in nature and be alone with our thoughts' types, but she can appreciate the beauty of the world when she sees it! Which is why, accompanied by a small chorus of footsteps as she and the rest of the gang tromp into Ecruteak City, she's got the 'Gear out and is pointing it around at the explosion of color decorating the trees.]
Man, why did we skip this place again? It's friggin' gorgeous. Reminds me of home!
[New England autumns were one thing she had sort of missed since coming here. There weren't many of those]
[As the quaint buildings start coming into view, though, the 'Gear spins as she turns to the rest of the group-- her father, Henry, and the terrible trio of Kaito, Crow, and Aoko. ... Along with, of course, the Pokemon ambling alongside them all (or being carried).]
Hey, I dunno if you guys wanna go on to the inn or whatever, but I'm gonna make a quick stop at the Mart, okay? If you don't wanna come in with me, I can catch up with ya later. [Doop doop gotta restock on sun lotion. :I]
[She heads into the store, greeted by the swish of the doorway and a burst of air-conditioning-- summer's still clinging on enough to make the sunny day hot, even in September. A couple of minutes of browsing later (a nice shady inn room and a nap sound awesome right now, so she's not exactly into lingering), she approaches the counter with her purchase (and a little bottle of Aprijuice for Godzilla because he had tugged on her shirt and looked pitiful when they passed the display) and puts them down, digging in her bag and speaking to the cashier a little distractedly.]
Hey, could you feed the receipt into my 'Gear so I can keep track? Thanks.
[She sort of forgot the camera was on, apparently-- but the cashier takes the 'Gear and does so, before pausing and blinking down at the screen.]
... Oh! Your name's Heather Mason?
[... Buh?]
Uh... yeah. Why?
[Is it bad that her first thought is that this guy is like the Jennies from Violet and actually remembers that time a warrant for arrest went out with her name on it? But he doesn't seem accusatory-- instead, he's propping the 'Gear on the counter and bending down to get something from under the register.]
We received a package with your name on it a little while ago and we've been holding onto it. Here.
[He passes over a slender box, with a few stickers and stamps on it-- looks like it's been sent around a few different places before it finally found her. Looking confused, Heather takes it, looking down at it with furrowed brows.]
... There's no sender name on it?
[The cashier shrugs, making a baffled 'iunno' noise.]
[Heather glances downwards at the two Pokemon who had come with her into the shop, who look just as baffled as she does. ... Well, Arty kind of looks... angrily baffled, but there you go. Then, shrugging, she slips the top off the box and pulls out its contents.]
[Two Pokeballs ... and a worn-out old cloth green headband.]
[Heather's heart sinks immediately. She knows exactly who this package is from...]
[A few minutes later, she emerges from the shop, the bandanna carefully folded back into the box and put in her bag for safekeeping, but the Pokeballs are still in her hand. Stopping once she's out in the sunlight, she puts her bag down and looks at the balls contemplatively for a moment or so, before turning her head to look at the autumn foliage again.]
... I'll take care of 'em, Dave.
[... Wow okay, mumbling to thin air like he could hear her. That was dumb. ... But it made her feel a little better, anyway.]
[Rolling her shoulders, she puts a grin on her face and tosses the Pokeballs into the air, releasing their residents in the usual bright flash of light. Even if Snake was gone... it's good to see them again.]
[She raises her arms to meet the joyful trills of the larger of the two, and as she does so, looks over her shoulder and hollers--]
HEY, DAD! Wanna see what Lisa's gonna look like when she's all grown up?
[ooc: Responses will come shortly, gonna go get somethin to eat B). Action for anyone in Ecruteak!]
[Heather might not be one of those 'let's walk quietly in nature and be alone with our thoughts' types, but she can appreciate the beauty of the world when she sees it! Which is why, accompanied by a small chorus of footsteps as she and the rest of the gang tromp into Ecruteak City, she's got the 'Gear out and is pointing it around at the explosion of color decorating the trees.]
Man, why did we skip this place again? It's friggin' gorgeous. Reminds me of home!
[New England autumns were one thing she had sort of missed since coming here. There weren't many of those]
[As the quaint buildings start coming into view, though, the 'Gear spins as she turns to the rest of the group-- her father, Henry, and the terrible trio of Kaito, Crow, and Aoko. ... Along with, of course, the Pokemon ambling alongside them all (or being carried).]
Hey, I dunno if you guys wanna go on to the inn or whatever, but I'm gonna make a quick stop at the Mart, okay? If you don't wanna come in with me, I can catch up with ya later. [Doop doop gotta restock on sun lotion. :I]
[She heads into the store, greeted by the swish of the doorway and a burst of air-conditioning-- summer's still clinging on enough to make the sunny day hot, even in September. A couple of minutes of browsing later (a nice shady inn room and a nap sound awesome right now, so she's not exactly into lingering), she approaches the counter with her purchase (and a little bottle of Aprijuice for Godzilla because he had tugged on her shirt and looked pitiful when they passed the display) and puts them down, digging in her bag and speaking to the cashier a little distractedly.]
Hey, could you feed the receipt into my 'Gear so I can keep track? Thanks.
[She sort of forgot the camera was on, apparently-- but the cashier takes the 'Gear and does so, before pausing and blinking down at the screen.]
... Oh! Your name's Heather Mason?
[... Buh?]
Uh... yeah. Why?
[Is it bad that her first thought is that this guy is like the Jennies from Violet and actually remembers that time a warrant for arrest went out with her name on it? But he doesn't seem accusatory-- instead, he's propping the 'Gear on the counter and bending down to get something from under the register.]
We received a package with your name on it a little while ago and we've been holding onto it. Here.
[He passes over a slender box, with a few stickers and stamps on it-- looks like it's been sent around a few different places before it finally found her. Looking confused, Heather takes it, looking down at it with furrowed brows.]
... There's no sender name on it?
[The cashier shrugs, making a baffled 'iunno' noise.]
[Heather glances downwards at the two Pokemon who had come with her into the shop, who look just as baffled as she does. ... Well, Arty kind of looks... angrily baffled, but there you go. Then, shrugging, she slips the top off the box and pulls out its contents.]
[Two Pokeballs ... and a worn-out old cloth green headband.]
[Heather's heart sinks immediately. She knows exactly who this package is from...]
[A few minutes later, she emerges from the shop, the bandanna carefully folded back into the box and put in her bag for safekeeping, but the Pokeballs are still in her hand. Stopping once she's out in the sunlight, she puts her bag down and looks at the balls contemplatively for a moment or so, before turning her head to look at the autumn foliage again.]
... I'll take care of 'em, Dave.
[... Wow okay, mumbling to thin air like he could hear her. That was dumb. ... But it made her feel a little better, anyway.]
[Rolling her shoulders, she puts a grin on her face and tosses the Pokeballs into the air, releasing their residents in the usual bright flash of light. Even if Snake was gone... it's good to see them again.]
[She raises her arms to meet the joyful trills of the larger of the two, and as she does so, looks over her shoulder and hollers--]
HEY, DAD! Wanna see what Lisa's gonna look like when she's all grown up?
[ooc: Responses will come shortly, gonna go get somethin to eat B). Action for anyone in Ecruteak!]
[voice]
I have a very strict policy, Ms. Mason. I will only work with someone as long as there is a bond of complete trust between us.
[voice]
[voice]
[The disgust in his voice is concealed, but barely; it seems ready to jump out at any moment.] He was going to dangle his little videotape over my head, I presume. At the smallest sign of betrayal, he would send to the police a flawless picture of one of the most wanted men on Earth - modesty aside, of course.
He did not trust me, after all. He played me for a fool. He intended to betray me all along.
Now, he will pay the price.
[voice]
[Although that was seriously shitty and she'd probably wanna kill him too if she was in that position. Buuuut she's not.]
What did he want you to do?
[voice]
[voice]
Yes.
[Some people carried strict moral codes against killing... and took moral outrage to it under any and all circumstances apart from dire and immediate self-defense.]
[Heather was not one of those people.]
[Hiring an assassin might be a pretty sleazy thing, but as far as Heather's concerned... maybe there's justification for it.]
[Which is why she wants to know what Matt wanted Shelly for. Then she'll know whether or not she should be objecting to the fact that Shelly was trying to murder him.]
[voice]
Matt Engarde was an actor involved in a fierce rivalry with another, Juan Corrida. When I initially discussed the terms of the contract with him, I did not inquire too deeply into his motives - there usually isn't a point, and they do get awfully repetitive after some time - but during the course of the trial, I gathered that Juan Corrida wanted to ruin Engarde's reputation on the night I carried out the job.
... To keep a tedious story short, I was ordered to kill Juan Corrida in his hotel room, steal a wooden bear and deliver it to my client.
[voice]
[... And then, when he's done...]
... Okay.
So he's just some hopped-up asshole, then.
[voice]
[voice]
[... Does that mean 'that's all I wanted to know' or 'I'm all right with you trying to kill him'?]
[voice]
"All right"?
[voice]
[... SORRY SHELLY. That was kind of vague, wasn't it.]
[voice]
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