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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Well, seems everyone else has a true story to tell, so I guess not.

Have at it.

Perfect.

Once, not too long ago, on a night fairly similar to this two of my co-workers were assigned to go kill a demon. If my senpai had been less afraid of me at that point, I could imagine us going instead, but that's not really the point.

So there they were, trying to attack this gigantic demon - or maybe it was a Kishin egg... I can't really remember. Now Sid is a damn good fighter, not too far below my level if we don't include my ability to attack souls directly, but his partner Nygus only turns into a knife which isn't particularly useful all the time, including this particular time. Knives were not the sort of thing that phased this demon; it had incredibly tough skin, nearly impossible to cut through when you're perfectly calm and undoubtedly even harder for Sid when it stabbed him straight through the forehead.

They were lucky, all things considered. By the time I was ordered to go out there, Sid's soul was still perfectly in tact, which almost never happens with a demon of that caliber - And Nygus's willingness to assist me in killing it certainly made my job easier. Poor Sid was lying on the ground, blood and brain matter leaking out of the hole in his head and I thought to myself "I can fix him." Nygus was significantly less willing to help with this venture, but I didn't really need her to haul him back to my laboratory anyway. Though he was a bit heavy, being dead weight and all.

After a few too many sleepless nights on his behalf trying to figure out a way to have him live without a brain, inspiration hit me in the form of an old movie about someone creating the walking dead. It was a stroke of genius turning him into a zombie, I thought, and he certainly never complained. Maybe he's just happy he still gets to teach and fight. Laying in the ground can't be too much fun.

...And just in case you're not so fond of that happy ending, he also terrorized the city and a few of my students when I first fixed him up. Maybe I should have just told you about Medusa possessing a little girl instead. Hm. I've got plenty more, if you're interested.

........................

..... That depends on your definition of 'interested'.

_{[Namely that she's a little freaked. It's not the subject matter, actually. She's heard worse-- lived worse. No, it was the guy's enthusiasm. At least to her ears, it bordered on fanatical, and fanaticism was not cool to Heather. Especially not when it revolved around playing God. Or zombies. Because, y'know, zombies were kind of not awesome.]}

Who do you think you are, Frankenstein or something?

_{[... oh lol Heather.]}

[He's very proud he turned his friend into a zombie. Don't judge.]

Well, that is my name, yes. Most people just call me Stein though. I take it you know about that story too? [He's already sort of gotten used to being named after some other dude with a science fetish. Feels good, man.]

... _{[Well that was enough to take her aback a little.]}

..... Yeah. I read it when I was like, eight. _{[And she actually wanted to be a mad scientist for awhile after that. Poor old Harry Mason'd had to deal with multiple 'science experiments' taking place in his kitchen after that one. But no zombies. Thank god.]}

I might need to find this book if it's really so famous. Can't believe I've never heard of it.

... Go for it. Might learn a thing or two.

_{[Given that the book wasn't exactly super sympathetic to the scientist himself if she remembered correctly, given that it became one of the foundations of horror.]}

It's always good to read about another scientist's work. Especially if you're doing basically the same work.

[Even if he does track it down and read it, the lack of sympathy won't bother him one bit.]

You never told me your name, you know.

_{[... Yeeeeah, Heather's not PARTICULARLY sure she likes this guy. It's not that she's easily creeped out-- she isn't. But... well, y'know, anyone who's proud of making zombies is more or less probably a good person to be wary of.]}

...Heather.

So should I be looking out for any big green lumbering monsters while you're around or have you not gotten that far in your science yet?

Nice to meet you Heather.

And you have nothing to worry about; I didn't bring any of my experiments with me. ...And Sid's skin is more blueish than green.

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