Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2010-06-29 12:09 am
Entry tags:
- *ace attorney: miles edgeworth,
- *d. gray-man: rhode camelot,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *final fantasy: zack faire,
- *kingdom hearts: sora,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *metal gear solid: liquid snake,
- *one piece: jango,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- *professor layton: luke triton,
- *the world ends with you: hanekoma,
- *the world ends with you: sho miyamoto,
- *yu-gi-oh!: juudai yuki,
- @zack,
- are you afraid of the dark?,
- big red eyes,
- camping at night,
- en route,
- heather is a masochist,
- i've got a bad feeling about this,
- ic,
- off to violet city,
- question,
- route 31,
- scary stories to tell in the dark,
- team,
- video
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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[And yeeeeah, Liquid's right to be a little suspicious. There's a lot more to it than just 'stalkers'. .... Even without the monsters, there's STILL a lot more than just 'stalkers'.]
Persistent isn't the half of it.
Anyway, long story short, about a year ago, it got to the point where... well, let's just say that firepower was very necessary.
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I understand. [Situations where firepower was necessary were kind of his specialty.] You did what you needed to do.
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Yeah... anyway, my dad taught me how to use that sort of stuff when I was pretty little, so I've always been more or less able to do that kind of thing if I had to.
[Harry Mason: teachin' his kid how to defend herself against crazy cultists and legions of the Otherworldly, right from day one. Not bad for a single father.]
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Your father sounds like an interesting man.
[Most dads didn't spend their Saturdays teaching their daughter how to use a shotgun.]
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Heh, yeah... he was.
[Especially not when they were a sweet, well-mannered author who far preferred falling asleep in his chair while watching cheesy retro TV shows to fighting.]