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foolishwren) wrote2012-07-27 10:21 pm
foolishwren) wrote2012-07-27 10:21 pm
96. [Accidental Video/Action for Ecruteak] BACKDATED TO THE 22ND
[Chaotic and occasionally-accidental videos have become a relatively frequent occurrence during the outbreak, and this video is really no different in that aspect.]
[The feed comes to life in a chaotic jumble that makes it clear that the 'Gear was bumped or jostled into turning on-- no amateur-but-deliberate filming of Pokemon attacking action figures this time around. It does, however, come to a brief halt as the carrier pauses.]
[Sunny the Togekiss peers sorrowfully down from the outdoor-rafters she's perched on, apparently refusing to come down.]
-ny!
SUNNY!
Get the HELL down-- oh my god, you know what?
Forget it.
FORGET IT.
Forget it.
Fucking BIRD.
[The screen whirls and and all image coherency disappears in a swirl of bouncing sky and trees. The WHACK WHACK WHACK of the mic hitting the other contents of Heather's bag as it swings at her side destroy most of the audibility too, but snippets of voices come through-- Heather's and someone else's. People who are familiar with her and the people she travels with will recognize it as her father Harry Mason.]
Heath--r please be reason-- just stop for a moment and think ab-- you don't need to d-- let it g--
No. NO. She--
I don't CARE if she's not g-- to-- I'm going--- do what I should have done in t-- --ace!
--L MASON--
[The thumping stops as Heather apparently stops and spins on her heel. As she does so, the camera's view once again settles, offering an off-kilter perspective view of her from roughly waist-level. She's been staying away from the network as much as possible as the effects of the strange outbreak started to hit her hard, and now it's fairly evident why: dark, scorched-looking splotches have spread across every inch of skin like burns-- and where they crack, bright, veinlike lines like something molten spread. Her hair is smoky and black.]
I am NOT losing you again, Dad!
[And then, after that raspy, croaky scream, she whirls again and keeps going. The feed times out at some point, after a lot of jumbled sounds as other voices join the apparent debate.]
[OOC: Cooooonteeeeeext. Replies over the 'Gear will likely be ICly delayed and/or limited.]
[The feed comes to life in a chaotic jumble that makes it clear that the 'Gear was bumped or jostled into turning on-- no amateur-but-deliberate filming of Pokemon attacking action figures this time around. It does, however, come to a brief halt as the carrier pauses.]
[Sunny the Togekiss peers sorrowfully down from the outdoor-rafters she's perched on, apparently refusing to come down.]
-ny!
SUNNY!
Get the HELL down-- oh my god, you know what?
Forget it.
FORGET IT.
Forget it.
Fucking BIRD.
[The screen whirls and and all image coherency disappears in a swirl of bouncing sky and trees. The WHACK WHACK WHACK of the mic hitting the other contents of Heather's bag as it swings at her side destroy most of the audibility too, but snippets of voices come through-- Heather's and someone else's. People who are familiar with her and the people she travels with will recognize it as her father Harry Mason.]
Heath--r please be reason-- just stop for a moment and think ab-- you don't need to d-- let it g--
No. NO. She--
I don't CARE if she's not g-- to-- I'm going--- do what I should have done in t-- --ace!
--L MASON--
[The thumping stops as Heather apparently stops and spins on her heel. As she does so, the camera's view once again settles, offering an off-kilter perspective view of her from roughly waist-level. She's been staying away from the network as much as possible as the effects of the strange outbreak started to hit her hard, and now it's fairly evident why: dark, scorched-looking splotches have spread across every inch of skin like burns-- and where they crack, bright, veinlike lines like something molten spread. Her hair is smoky and black.]
I am NOT losing you again, Dad!
[And then, after that raspy, croaky scream, she whirls again and keeps going. The feed times out at some point, after a lot of jumbled sounds as other voices join the apparent debate.]
[OOC: Cooooonteeeeeext. Replies over the 'Gear will likely be ICly delayed and/or limited.]
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What did that woman tell you?
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[She really has no right to be-- she'd told Minnie all about Claudia, after all. Well. Not all about Claudia, but certainly as much as she's admitted to most people. Maybe even a little bit more.]
... She told me enough that I know that she's never gonna change.
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But she can't do you harm here. Your friends trust you, and if you say to distrust her, they will stand by you to protect you and those you love. That woman has no power here.
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[It's not quite snapped, but it's said hastily-- almost breathlessly. Because she cares about what Minnie thinks-- not enough that she's going to stop, but enough that she's willing to make SOME kind of effort for her to understand.]
I don't distrust her.
She's never lied to me.
Hell, I don't think she's ever LIED.
But she did something horrible and I am not-- NOT going to let it go any longer. It was more than Dad. It was-- nothing is going to stop me.
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And how do you know?
Has anyone ever killed a parent of yours?
Did you ever kill them back?
How would you know?
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... I can never claim to be in your shoes or know how you feel... but I've wanted... I've vengeance on so much since my stay here, I feel as if my heart has taken on so much darkness...
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[She had to land.]
[She couldn't keep on screaming into the 'Gear over the roar of the wind.]
Then understand why I have to do this.
It was so much MORE than just killing Dad, Minnie.
You have... no idea what she's done. What she was trying to do.
This is personal.
And it will never go away. I have to do this.
I HAVE to, Minnie.