foolishwren | 007. Video

_{[It's dark. But judging by the orange, flickering light lighting up Heather's face as she does the customary squint-at-the-screen-to-make-sure-it's-recording motions, she's got a campfire lit. Satisfied, she puts it down on her pack and adjusts it a little before taking a seat in front of it. She's already laid out the sleeping bag and everything.]}

[Cujo the Growlithe and Arty the Sentret are both out of their Pokeballs, for once-- both are curled in a furry heap somewhere just barely in-view of the camera. Both are asleep .... unlike whatever owned the big red glowing eyes that were glimmering faintly in the dark somewhere behind Heather's back. She doesn't seem too concerned, though, as she's not paying much attention to them, for... for some reason. ... You'd think she'd be concerned.]
Yo.

Sorry to disappoint and all, but unfortunately, my little science experiment did not result in my death, so here I am to annoy you all a little more. Merry Christmas.

I'd also like to extend my thanks to Zack for helping me out with it. He fought valiantly in the great bee battle._{[She flips the horns at the camera and gives a serious nod.]}
You rule, bro.

Anyway. Was hopin' to catch one of those things, but by the time I got back to the scene of the crime-- _{[Why yes, the 'great bee battle' HAD mainly consisted of them running like sissies back to Cherrygrove. Is anyone surprised by this?]} -- they'd all decided they had somewhere better to be. Figures. Ignorance always flees in the wake of science, am I right?

Anyway..._{[The customary pause in which she remembers what she'd originally decided to annoy people via pointless video transmissions for anyway. ... After a moment or so, she snaps her fingers before tugging her knees to her chest and propping her chin on them. Now she remembers. Camping in the woods at night was something she'd never done as a kid (she and her father hadn't really been the country type), but every kid knows there's a few traditional activities one must take part in. She doesn't have anything to make s'mores with, so that left...]}
Oh yeah. So. Nighttime on the way to Violet City. Did I mention before that these woods are creepy as hell at night? Camping sucks. But... I'm bored, and even though I'm prooobably gonna regret this...

_{[She sort of wished she had a flashlight to hold under her face spookily, as was tradition, but aw heck.]}

...Anybody got some good ghost stories?

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Yeah, the thing called itself Darkness. Of all the things he could've chosen, right? Well, guess it got the job done. The name was pretty appropriate, anyway, since it was the force of destructive darkness incarnated into the form of a goat skeleton or something like that. It stood for the concept of nihility and healing suffering through just plain ceasing to exist, claiming that humans would always feel pain no matter what, and that it was best to stop that pain for good by just not existing at all.

For the most part, it was sealed inside a mask. Eventually, though, it found its way out and sucked virtually everyone on the planet into its "world of darkness", where apparently everyone else who was still here forgot they'd ever existed, while they experienced their own personal worst nightmares.

I wish I was kidding. This all actually happened in my dimension, and I'm pretty sure there's even a few people here who could vouch for that.

... Yeegh.

Yeah, I believe you.

I've seen... similar stuff.

Nice to know it exists everywhere, huh?

Yeah, crazy stuff... I guess everyone here's seen a lot. And now we're here, so it's even weirder. It's kinda surprising how many people have experiences like that already, though.

Well, not exactly like that, but... you know what I mean.

Yeah...

Now that I think of it, it seems like nobody here is exactly your average joe. ... Kinda makes me wonder if everyone who's here was picked because we've all had something weird happen to us.

You know... I didn't even think of that before, but you're right. Everyone here is different somehow, it seems like. And a lot of people have lost things, as well. So I think that kind of thing in common could be part of why we're here, maybe.

Oh, and... [He grins playfully and gestures at the red eyes, having noticed them.] Might wanna turn around there. Something's watching you, hehe.

Yeah... I mean, not that I think everybody is part of one big vast conspiracy or anything, that'd be retarded, but I mean, still, you don't see any, like, Joe-the-plumbers or someone's grandma just wandering around.

Hm? ... Oh! Hah! That's just Claudy. Say hi-- er, I guess not. _{['Claudy' the Hoothoot immediately scooted behind Heather again as soon as she'd moved aside to expose her to the light. Heather shrugged.]} She's new, I caught her last night after she decided that four AM was a good time to sit in the tree I was sleeping under and make noises like a dying old woman....

_{[... And then it occurs to her that she totally never even introduced herself-- and she doesn't remember talking to this guy before now.]}

Oh, duh. Whoops. I'm Heather, by the way.

Yeah, maybe not that far, but it's something to consider, at least.

[He smiles at the Hoothoot ducking for cover behind her trainer.]

Hehe, shy one, isn't she? Or maybe she just doesn't like the light or something. And, well, that sounds like as good a reason as any to catch her to me. Owls make weird sounds like that when it's most annoying for everybody else -- it is supposed to be like an owl, I think, right? Well, it's a bird, anyway, and birds do that a lot.

Ah, I'm Juudai! Nice to meet you.

Yeah, she is kinda shy... And I swear, the cartoons lied to me. Owls don't just hoot, they scream.

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