foolishwren | 85. [Accidental Video]

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85. [Accidental Video]

_{[The shaggy, retreating backside of a panting Growlithe trotting through the snow and a view of worn, upside-down brown boots tromping along hurriedly after him is the first thing to greet the screen. Accompanying the hurried crunch-squeak of footsteps through good fresh snow is Heather's aggravated voice.]}

COOJ!

Cujo!

Come on, it's COLD! Don't pull this. I will skin y-- COOJ!

_{[The 'Gear probably bumped against her leg or something and came on by accident-- cue SHAKYCAM dog chase! Up ahead, Cujo stops briefly and whirls gleefully in the snow to face his trainer. Instantly the cause of his flight is seen-- he's got one of her gloves in his mouth and clearly decided that now would be a great time to play Keepaway. He pauses briefly with his rump in the air and tail wagging slowly-- only to turn tail and go gallumphing off through the snow again as soon as Heather (and the camera) get close enough to try and make a grab.]

[Heather curses viciously under her breath and the chase begins again, complete with hollered threats.]

[... But eventually the angry yells of 'I AM GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A TIGER-SKIN RUG AND THEN HENRY WILL SLEEP ON YOU' trail off and are replaced by a brief, uncertain silence, followed by an alarmed-sounding tone.]}

Wh-- Cooj-- ... No.

_{[The motion had stopped briefly, but it quickly picks up again as Heather breaks into a sprint.]}

Nononononononono COOJ! Don't!

_{[In the midst of all the shakiness, the 'Gear shifts just long enough to show what Heather is apparently so upset about-- and that is Cujo's creamy tail far ahead disappearing into a building-- a hulking, charred, broken building. The Burned Tower. Or what was left of it, anyway...]

[Out of breath, Heather pauses when she reaches the slight plateau the tower's foundations sit on, briefly wheeling to look back down the hill at the town below, then back at the dark entrance. Waffling between going in or just yelling for Cujo at the doorway.]}

... God dammit... COOJ!

_{[She steps through the doorway and into the dark interior of the building. Now that the camera's not shaking all over the place, she's holding it up for the sake of illumination, turning slowly in place to take in the charred walls around her. There's shafts of light cutting through the broken areas up top, and snowflakes drift down in the breeze like ashes.]}

... God this place is creepy... My kingdom for a flashlight... Cuuuujoooo... c'mon, boy, where are you?

_{[The wood creaks underfoot as she steps forward. The place has that eerie silence that only ruined places have, and is it sorta freaking Heather out? You bet. Her voice takes on a singsong tone to distract herself from the smell of the burnt wood.]}

Cuuujoooooo... if you come out, I'll give you all my leftover beef jerrrkyyyy...

... Or one of Henry's shoooooes?

... C'mon, mutt, I can HEAR you panting somewhere over there, just c'mon ou--

_{[... And then there is an ominous groan immediately followed by an EXPLOSIVE crackling of wood and a startled holler. The visual is immediately replaced by darkness, and a THUD signals an abrupt meeting with the ground.]

[Accompanied by the pitter-patter of falling splinters and dusty, Heather sits up, coughing and holding up the 'Gear again.]}

UGH... hell...

_{[A bright hole above her (which she apparently just CREATED) swivels into view as she aims the 'Gear upwards. A familiar orange canine head pops into view over the edge of the hole still with the stolen glove in his mouth.]}

... I am SO not getting you anything for Christmas.

_{[There's a hollow thumping noise as his tail whacks against the floor above and Cujo promptly drops the glove down the hole. It hits the screen and bounces off, hitting the floor. Heather reaches out and picks it up, giving it a shake.]}

Great. Thanks. That is super helpful. Really.

You're like Lassie.

What would I do without you-- oh crap.

_{[In the classic tradition of shaky-cam horror movies everywhere, there was a noise somewhere off-camera (a low, crackling rumble of sorts) and immediately the view whipped around-- showing a brief flash of something off in the darkness coming around a corner. Something lizardlike and fiery. Then the feed cuts.]}

[ooc: Video responses will take place an hour or so after the feed, from a slightly singed-looking Heather.]

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Or could just tell me.

What's wrong little one? Do you not want help?

[He's very good at things that involves teenage girls and basements /creeper]

_{[You are a creepy, creepy man, bro.]

[Heather glares at the screen, although the hairs on the back of her neck are standing on end. She's already out of the Tower, scraped an filthy for her efforts, but out. But her answer is a little more personal.]}

Not from you.

[Eh, he finds it helps in his line of work.]

I see attitude problem is still in effect.

Maybe it is.

You gonna do something about it or just flap your stupid mouth at me over the network?

_{[She knoooows he hurt Minnie on that train. So possibly at an even greater extent than the last time they spoke, she's Not Happy (tm).]}

Considering Gear devices are likely to be working through radio signal can always find way to triangulate signal. Then could find you and TEACH YOU NOT TO DISRESPECT ME.

[He doesn't manage to hold his smile as he raises his voice, his expression obviously one of almost rabid anger- He does not like disrespect, when it's happening to him at any rate, especially since he hasn't done anything to deserve it.

~~crai moar soviet. Crai some moar.~~]

_{[It's always best not to lose your temper at snotty-ass teens. ... Well. At least snotty-ass teens like Heather. She likes knowing when she's getting to people. Which is why, even though she's mad, she starts to grin when he raises his voice.]}

Yeah?

Yeah?

You're gonna come busting into my room all gestapo secret police style and beat me up? _{[... That's Germany, Heather. Wrong secret police.]}

Gonna pick up a person and throw them at my face?

It doesn't work as well on me as it does on cute little cartoon queens, buddy.

Do not speak of Gestapo to me you little IDIOT.

[He is not the biggest German fan in the world right now. Seriously.

The taunt makes him furrow his brows because, that's just wonderful- another person knows who he is- next time he's just going to carry a neon sign on his back and make everyone's job of guessing his identity a little easier.]

Oh no, you deserve far more and will get FAR MORE- only did that to Tsarina because was job. She was nice to me... You... YOU I can- I will, take time with... ♥

[His face lights up as he keeps thinking on it, the worst part of this conversation being that, regardless of the almost giddily childish smile on his face, his tone and manner are entirely serious, his eyes never leaving the screen.]

Are no guns here, more so a pity... But I can improvise, can always improvise~~ Have broken others with far less to work with~ ♥

Edited 2011-12-28 06:12 (UTC)

_{[The fact that he even hurt someone who'd been nice to him was worse in Heather's mind than just hurting random civilians.]

[And even worse than that is the childish expression of joy as he thinks about stuff that she'd rather not know the details of, to be honest. The whole display makes her feel like there's maggots writhing in her stomach.]

[But she ignores them and leans right in at the screen, meeting his stare despite the fact that his face is bringing back some distinctly unpleasant sensations of panic that she'd tried to leave behind in Silent Hill but hadn't been able to, since the human mind is just kinda sucky that way.]

[When she speaks, it's with a tone as serious as his.]}

I don't break.

_{[... Okay, that's not true-- she's been broken about a dozen different ways over the course of her existence and had glued herself back together again juuuust well enough to keep on baring her teeth at the world. A better way to say it would be 'I don't break anymore.' But that's too long a pile of words to make for a good witty one-liner.]}

And even if I did?

All it'd do is give me some more sharp edges to cut you with.

So bring.

It.

On.

With words such as those how can I refuse~?

[His voice is smoother than before, more lucid. His smile's not quite as wide now, but the force behind it is still very much there.

If they hadn't gotten off on the wrong foot, he'd probably feel some sort of kinship- he's be broken and put back together only to get ripped apart again for centuries, so he can understand the feeling... However, they did not get off on the right foot, and that wasn't going to start now.]

Takes more than sharp edge to cut me down little one.

Besides, what is little pain if I get to break you? I still get to break you. Is all that matters ♥

_{[At that, Heather laughs. It's not a very nice laugh and it's not really much like the sound she makes when she's laughing for real. There's no real mirth to it.]}

You can't do a thing to me that I haven't already survived in some way or another.

Hate to break it to you.

_{[.... okay that was actually really bad. Note to self: NO PUNS in discussions with psychopaths. For all she knows that might set him off on a rampage or something. You just NEVER KNOW with the crazy ones.]}

That is the point. You are meant to survive. Your death would just kill the fun~

[He can do terrible puns too Heather, and his was somehow worse than yours.]

Keep you alive, pop bones back in when they come loose, seal the wounds- I know how all works.

We will teach you manners little one- even if am having to carve them into arms so you can remind yourself later. Is for own good- afterall, no one enjoys misbehaved children~

_{[These two are the best at threats.]

[Her voice rises and she leans in even closer to the screen, canting her head aggressively. It's a whole lot of bark, but it's hard to prove you've got the bite to back it up when you're sniping back and forth at somebody over a screen the size of a Gameboy Color.]}

YOUR point. Not mine.

You can't do anything to me.

Dislocated limbs? Done it.

Gaping wounds? Had more than you could count even if you pulled off your socks and shoes.

One time? I was set on fire.

I. Don't. Break.

Good luck trying. You're no better than any of the others who have. Most of 'em are worm-food by this point.

....

... Actually, wait, no... I guess technically one of 'em was cremated.

[He actually sits and listens to that, folding his arms as he does so- he's seen alot of people here, and he's heard a lot of things.

If he knew you were human he'd be begrudgingly impressed and halfway certain he was talking to the reincarnation of Rasputin or something, but since there were so many things that aren't human he responds in another way.]

... That is it?

[He gives an authentically derisive snort at the confession.]

No wonder has not broken. Am glad you disposed of them however- were obviously unskilled in occupation

Edited 2011-12-28 07:37 (UTC)

_{[Well, Rasputin... GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT THE HELL KINDS OF BLOODLINES DAHLIA WAS DESCENDED FROM, MAYBE THERE'S A RELATION.]

[In any case, Heather's all set to argue against the implication that all the various people she's come up against were 'unskilled', but... on second thought.... she actually is pretty certain that a lot of them were total dolts. Or totally crazy. ... Or both. Totally crazy dolts.]}

... Yeah, they deserved it.

Anyway.

Hmm.

[There's a moment of silence, before-]

So Burnt out tower is where on map?

[OH HEY, THE QUESTION'S BACK. ~~Also, they both seem to be getting just a little overly personal. Ivan dislikes things becoming personal.]~~

_{[Well, Ivan, when you're talking about torture and breaking, things tend to get a little personal! It happens, man.]

[When the topic reverts back to the Tower's location, Heather actually lets out a frustrated RRRRRRGH and throws a free arm up.]}

Look, if you can't even find this thing on your own, I don't know what to tell you.

It should be taking you like five minutes.

...

[Is it a bad time to tell Heather that he's never actually figured the gear out further than how to private messages? Probably, so he won't say it.]

... Do not understand how.

[What is technology? The Rocket guide wasn't the most useful when it came to working the pokégear.]

_{[... Probably. Yeah.]

[Although to be fair, given the way she's staring at the screen, she's probably going to be unimpressed either way.]}

... You don't know how to use a map?

Of course knows how to use map.

Thing is can not find one- have looked everywhere. No stores sell maps here.

Is very annoying.

_{[Teenage girls have no patience for people who can't figure out how to use their cell phones PokeGears.]

[She rolls her eyes with a derisive sigh. At first she thinks of saying something along the lines of 'There's an APP for that', but then she remembers that she doesn't WANT him finding out where she is. Even if it is the tower he wants to see. So instead she settles for:]}

Well, sucks to be you, I guess. I found a map in the Mart just fine.

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