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80. [Video/Text/Action for Ecruteak]

_{[Before the video shows anything, there's some shuffling sounds, and then the tell-tale noise of a cardboard package being ripped open. Then, Heather's voice, muffled at first, speaks up.]}

... Again?

_{[She sounds surprised. ... Unpleasantly so.]

[The 'Gear is tugged out of her pocket at that point, its view wavering and then settling on the torn-open box she apparently just received by Dragonite delivery, in the Ecruteak inn lobby. The Dragonite in question is already slinging its mailbag over its shoulder and lumbering out the door, visible over the edge of the box.]

[Much like one of Heather's posts from earlier in the month, inside the box sits a single Pokeball. She had pulled out the 'Gear to check the Trainer ID, and doesn't realize it's on yet. There's some clacking noises as she thumbs the buttons a little distractedly... and then she gets her answer.]}

... God dammit...

_{[Her voice had gone from surprised to resigned in a surprisingly short amount of time, but then, given the number of friends of hers disappearing lately... that's hardly surprising. And in this case, it's one that's hitting her a little harder than she might have previously thought. Of all the presences in Johto she hadn't even begun to think might up and poof out of existence one day... and this is one that she'd still had so many questions for.]

[That little praying mantis soul skittering down the streets in my head... that really WAS him, wasn't it.]

[She heaves a sigh and her hand appears, reaching into the box to take the ball out.]}

Might as well see who I got...

_{[She presses the button with her thumb and triggers the obligatory flash of white light...]}

.... What the-- ... aw, HELL.

_{[Wow. From surprised, to resigned, to.... indignant?]

[The dazzling light fades after a second or two, and shows....]}

GENGKI--GEN GENGAR GAR GARRHH GURRH!

_{[... A Gengar that, if it were speaking English, would surely be cussing everyone and their grandmothers out in language so foul it would make a sailor blush. Heather is already recoiling from it, groaning out loud. Of course. Of course he'd leave her... THAT.]}

God dammit... of all the-- HEY. Hey, GHOST... thing.

_{[Slightly the Gengar, who had clearly been cooped up in that ball for quite some time during transit and is now in the foulest of moods and wondering where the hell L is, turns his red-eyed glare on Heather, and the 'Gear. >8( WHAT!]}

Look, Ryuzaki's ... ghost thing, I know you're probably pissed, but me and ghosts? Don't get along. So if you're gonna-- ... I dunno, be part of my team or whatever, I'd better not get any of that funny business from you, all right?

_{[She remembers the angry messages scrawled all over L's hotel-room walls, okay?]

[Needless to say, the ghost Pokemon merely scrunches his face up in response. Who's THIS bitch?! He raises both stubby paw-hands and proceeds to flip off his new trainer without so much as a how-do-you-do. Heather (still not visible-- the 'Gear is dangling idly in her hand by her side) just huffs.]}

Now, see, that? You can do THAT all you want. Just don't touch my stuff, or my roomies, or do any of your freaky-ass ghost shit, okay? ... Okay. Great. Ugh...

_{[She starts to turn away. Better go upstairs and brace Henry for the fact that there was now going to be a GHOST hanging around on occasio-- askhg';JGA;LDFKJG';S WHAFUCK--]}

_{[Heather abruptly appears on-camera as Slightly bodily yanks the smallish rug residing in front of the inn counter right out from under her feet-- interestingly, her hair is now... er. Two-toned. When did THAT happen? Well, either way, she's biting the dirt without further ado. WHUMP. The 'Gear clatters to the floor... only to immediately be snatched up and filled with a great big ghostly grin.]

[At the same time? A text message is sent out to all of Johto, with the sound of the Gengar's spiky little fingers clacking away on the keys smugly on video simultaneously.]}

MAN TAHT BOX WUZ crampd as shit where iz my trainr ryoozakey im totlly P. O.'d @ him i bet he ran off w/ his durty slut-hoe

whoo is dis chick anywayz she looks liek a boye

o well anywayz i PWNED her, w/e w/e

I GESS IM DA BOSS AROUND TIHS JOINT NOW SO RESPECKT--

K;LJSDG;FHJDL;G


DFSGJLFGH;H 

GSGGG


JHHJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ

_{[ooc: Responses will come either... mid-fight or after things have settled down. Ecruteak-goers, feel free to experience the wonder that is a teenage girl rolling around on the floor and trying to punch a ghost.]}

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_{[Yeah, Heather doesn't exactly fight fair either. The only kind of fighting in Silent Hill is dirty fighting, and she's not exactly interested in drawing this out.]

[He can claw at her shoulders and yank at her hair all he wants-- probably will even be able to draw blood. But she's had the flesh on her face sucked and chewed clean off of her skull before-- she's pretty used to dealing with pain in the heat of a fight. Which is why even as he yanks her hair, she's clamping a hand around his throat to keep him down and drawing the other one back to punch any part of him she can reach. Repeatedly. She hits hard.]

[... Meanwhile, Slightly's reaction to this entire thing can be adequately summed up by this image.]

[He had just been mailed to a crazy woman.]

[He's just... going to go hide in the shadow of one of the lobby couches now.]}

_{[Stitch is tough, tougher than most people, and when he may not have gone through hell and back, he's a being made for destruction after all. The only purpose if his life is to destroy whatever he comes across, and he was built solely to perfect that purpose. Even though Johto has nerfed his powers like no other, he's still way stronger than any ten year old ever and forever. He's battled a ten feet giant shark alien as a three feet fluffball, he should be able to take one human girl down.]

[He's given up on try to get her off the easy way, taking hits but it doesn't deterr him too much just yet. So he grabs the hand she's got latched around his throat, yanks it off at the best of his ability and then bites down on it, sinking his sharp, yellow teeth into her arm.]}

_{[Heather, in turn, had to duke it out with monsters, demons, and gods (ranging from Stitch-sized to the size of SUBWAY TRAINS), and still managed to come out on top, despite not having powers, so... everyone's free to take that as they will, human girl or not.]

[She grits her teeth and lets out a venomous HISS as his teeth sink into her arm-- it's sure not the first time she's been bitten by something, but that doesn't make it any more pleasant.]

[Her immediate response is not to pull away, though (experience taught her that doing so USUALLY MAKES IT WORSE). Instead, she lifts her other arm and deliberately brings her elbow smashing down on Stitch's nose as hard as she can.]}

_{[He keeps his jaws clamped on her arm, refusing to let go even when her elbow comes down on his nose. There's a sickening sound of something cracking, and it's obvious something broke when blood begins to seep out of Stitch's nostrils.]

[Snarling through his teeth, he lurches forwards in an attempt to turn them over and pin her to the floor.]

[Stitch is unaware that a place like Silent Hill even exists, and he wouldn't believe Heather even if she told him so. To him, she just a human girl. One that shouldn't be too hard to beat.]}

_{[Heather sort of has a thing about being pinned. That was something you really did not want happening to you in Silent Hill, for all kinds of reasons (and none of them pleasant. Or G-rated). Especially not when it was one of those things in the icon, which were ironically more-or-less Stitch-sized.]

[So when she feels Stitch starting to turn the tables, she shoves down harder, slamming a palm against his forehead and trying to bring it cracking down against the floor. Her eyes are watering from the teeth still embedded in her arm, holy shit she wants those gone as soon as possible.]}

_{[He stubbornly holds on as he is nearly slammed back into the floor and fuck that hurt, but he won't give in, no sir. He grinds his teeth, forcefully moving his jaw to the sides as much as he can, which is to say not much, but enough to tear and hurt.]

[He tries again, at the very least succeeding in keeping his head off the floor, struggling to keep Heather's arm locked in his mouth, and keeping her from bashing his head into the floor again. He scratches blindly at her face, hard, claw-like nails raking across her face wherever he can reach. He'd like to get her eyes but he's in no situation to be aiming carefully.]}

_{[... Ow. That arm is going to be in SERIOUSLY bad shape.]

[When he claws at her face, she's quick enough to lean waaaay back so that he can't reach her eyes-- but he's still leaving some damn deep gouges in her cheeks.]}

Rrrrrgh!

_{[Not willing to put her face further into range, she shifts position to try and shove her knee between his chin and his chest so that she can press down on his throat and maybe get his teeth out of her. Or just choke him. Either or.]}

_{[He keeps his jaw clamped as long as he can, his eyes tearing up as he starts to choke. Finally, he starts to gag, forcing him to practically spit her arm out. He grabs for her wrists, once again trying to get up and turn the competition and hopefully get an advantage while he's at it.]

[And maybe get her knee off his throat. He'd like to be able to breathe.]}

_{[She's surprisingly strong for a scraggly human girl, but she's starting to get sick of getting clawed up. As soon as her arm's out of the deathgrip, she yanks it away and tries to grab one of the hands that's clawing at her face around the wrist to hold it away from herself-- it's like a BATTLE FOR THE WRISTS. Both have pretty quick reflexes, so it's anyone's guess who'll get the upper hand. ... Literally.]}

_{[He claws for her face and neck whenever he gets the chance, annoyed and a hell lot of angry that she can hold her own against him. Finally growing tired of lying on the floor and just reaching to tear up her face, Stitch does what could be something akin to an immense sit-up; once again lunging forward in an attempt to turn the tables and pin Heather to the floor instead.]}

_{[As he shoves her backwards, that primitive instinct against getting pinned flares up again-- bad things happen to you when someone gets you trapped against the ground in Silent Hill. So although his sit-up makes it impossible to keep him pinned any longer, she braces her legs backwards to stop herself from getting flipped on her back-- shoving back at him.]

[As she does so, an idea strikes her and she reaches up to grab his broken nose and squeeze. Hard.]}

_{[At first all he can do is scream in sheer pain cause holy fucking CHRIST. When his ability to can returns the next moment, he grabs hold of her wrist, trying to pull her hand away from his nose, all the while he pulls his arm other arm back, and with explosive force launches it at her face.]}

_{[This time, he actually is able to snag her wrist-- and the punch lands. She rocks backwards with a pained grunt.]}

_{[Carrying the momentum, Stitch grabs her shoulders and finally flips them over, grabbing her throat with a clawed hand and squeezes, both trying to cut her air supply and digging his claw-like nails into her skin.]}

_{[Man. She'll be feeling THAT tomorrow...]

[She can't let his hand stay there. Without air, she knows the fight will go south very quickly. So, gritting her teeth, she braces her arm against the ground, clenching her hand into a fist, the knuckle of her middle finger pointed outwards slightly, braced with her thumb. Then, swiftly, she attempts to jab it hard and straight into the nerve cluster located just below the breastbone.]

[That's not something she learned in Silent Hill-- it's a tip she picked up from Liquid during their sparring sessions. And if she trusts anybody's advice on fighting, it's his.]}

_{[He sees what she's doing, but too late to stop it.]

[He's defiant, and is only slightly pushed back, a low whine escaping him as her fists connects. Although the pain and the force from the punch paralyzes him for a moment and his grip loosens. Now his hand could easily just slide off of her throat, or be yanked away without much trouble.]}

_{[The hand on the throat is the priority-- so she grabs it to yank it away from her throat immediately.]

[... And sinks her teeth into it once for good measure.]}

_{[What the fuck He did not expect that.]

[He repays it in a similar way, and the ball of his palm comes crashing down at her nose.]}

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