79. [Video/Action] Backdated to the morning of October 1st!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[So what's the best thing for someone who's been spending their time alternately fretting and pretending not to be fretting over circumstances well beyond their control?]

[A) More fretting
B) Meditation
C) A DISTRACTION]

[If anyone answered anything other than C, they're either very silly, or Cooper.]

[Heather is neither (.... okay, maybe she's the former quite often), so needless to say... when the posters for the Johto-wide fighting tournament going on in Goldenrod City hit the streets, they were the first thing to catch her eye. In fact, anyone spending any amount of time with her in person has probably noticed the way she's been stopping in the middle of whatever she was doing every single time she passes one of the damn things to look at it contemplatively, with a cocked head and a sort of half-wistful, half-devilish look in her eye.]

[As such, nobody whatsoever should be surprised when she pops up on the network on the day of signups ending with one of the flyers in hand. She'd been waffling on account of the fact that her father was sure do disapprove, but... man, she's been spoiling for something like this for months, and she's got... more than a little steam to blow off. Steam that isn't always so easy to blow off in a world where society expects you to resolve all your conflicts by letting animals do your fighting for you.]</sub>

YO Johto, what's the happs?

_{[She grins broadly and then flourishes the poster at the screen.]}

Guys. Guys. Look.

Look at this.

Best thing ever, or BEST thing ever?

Who else's gonna sign up?

I'M gonna. ... Assuming the puppy-eyes work on Dad, I guess. They're a little rusty but I was once the puppy-eyes champion so I should be okay. And for anybody weirded out by the surreal idea of ME doing puppy-eyes, ask yourselves this: how ELSE could I have gotten away with all the crazy crap you totally know I got up to as a kid?

_{[A sly, knowing nod.]}

Yeah, makes more sense now, doesn't it.

ANYWAY.

_{[Another flourish of the poster.]}

So if any of you are planning on being in this thing, gimme a shout! I wanna size up the competition and stuff. ... And also, transportation? I'm in Ecruteak, so... if anyone's in the area, I guess we could carpool, or something? _{[She's not opposed to the idea of leaping on a strange Pidgeot if she HAS TO, buuuuut...]} I mean, the Tournament isn't supposed to LAST too long, so I'm guessin' we'd all only be gone for like... what, a week or two at most? Then I'd be headed back to Ecruteak because seriously, nice place.

Anyway... _{[She trails off, eyes flicking off to the side of the screen.]} I'd better go convince Dad that I won't die if I do this. _{[Eyes back to the screen, she gives a somber, soldier-like nod and salutes solemnly.]} Wish me luck, my people.

<sub>[BOOP. End feed.]

[TIME TO GO FIND DAD.]</sub>

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<sub>[Yes, she's talking to YOU, mister!]

[Henry tries to come up with a good counter argument against Heather's wishes to join the tournament but after almost worrying the button off his shirt he comes out with,]</sub>

Please don't get your head popped off by a robot.

_[Subtle.]

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[foolishwren]

Wh-- .... Henry.

I'm not gonna get my head popped off by a robot.

<sub>[... SHE'D GET DROPPED OFF A PLATFORM BY ONE, THOUGH.]

[But she doesn't know that yet. She doesn't even know she's going to be fighting Ironhide.]</sub>

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_{[He wrings his hands together. HE'S BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS A LOT OKAY. HE EVEN HAS THIS WHOLE MENTAL MOVIE IN HIS HEAD AND IT'S AWFUL.]}

Just...wear a helmet or something. They don't have. Rayguns here.

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[foolishwren]

... Henry. Buddy. C'mon, I'll be fine.

What could this place throw at me that Silent Hill couldn't?

_{[She's trying to be encouraging, here!]}

... Besides, no one's allowed to be popping heads off. I'm pretty sure there's a 'no-popping-heads-off' rule.

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[no-ufo-ending.livejournal.com]

Owls.

_{[Henry, you can't keep using that forever. SUNNY IS A GOOD OWL. GOOD OWLS EXIST.]}

So, you don't think they'll let it get that bad? You don't kill anybody either. Alright?

_{[Pop! The button on his shirt pocket he's been fiddling with goes flying. 8( Shit. How is he gonna hide his cigs from Harry now?]}

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[foolishwren]

... Okay, I know owls freak you out, and they kinda freak me out too, but c'mon. Seriously?

I killed GOD.

I'll be fine!


... And I won't kill anybody.




<sub>... Probably.


[... Okay she absolutely added that last bit just because she's mean.]</sub>

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<sub>[Henry sighs and picks up his button. He hadn't gotten to kill God himself. He didn't have that closure of NOTHING COMPARES TO SILENT HILL feeling.]

[He was quiet for a time, then accepted it. Heather was going to do what Heather damn well wanted to do.]</sub>

You can use my fry basket if you want.

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[foolishwren]

_{[Pretty much. Because she's Heather and that's what Heathers do.]}

S'much appreciated... I think I'll try going with something a little more traditional, though.

You're the only one who can rock that fry basket to its full potential.

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Offer's still there.

_{[Henry rubs an arm. Heather...yeah. She knew what she was doing. She was a God-killer. She could handle a wrestling match. Right?]}

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[DON'T WORRY HENRY. SHE'S GOT THIS.]

[Because he's obviously still wigged out, though, She leans over to give him a pat on the arm.]</sub>

Don't worry! It'll be fine.

And I'll only be gone for a couple days.

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_{[Henry doesn't flinch away. 8( Pats are nice.]}

Is there anything I should do while you're gone?

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[foolishwren]

Just watch my stuff and make sure no ninjas steal it or anything.

_{[... She says it as a joke but YOU NEVER KNOW, MAN. YOU NEVER KNOW.]}