foolishwren | 97. [Action for Goldenrod/Private Text]

97. [Action for Goldenrod/Private Text]

[Locked to Ironhide, Minnie Mouse, Otacon, and Dale Cooper]

I don't know if it'll fix anything at this point, because I said some pretty horrendous things to all of you, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry.

I'll understand if you're still mad. None of you need to reply to this.

[Action for Goldenrod]

_{[It's probably not surprising that there's been radio silence from Heather on the 'Gear for awhile, considering... well, everything. Even if she hadn't had her 'Gear confiscated as part of the 'grounding', she hadn't exactly been in a chatty mood.]

[But even if she's bound to the city, she's not bound to the hotel room, and considering that she's sort of in the doghouse at the moment, she's not too interested in staying cooped up with the people who are rightfully upset with her.]

[So she can be found wandering the streets of Goldenrod City with Cujo padding along at her side, window-shopping or occasionally lounging on a bench-- minus the firepowers that blew the metaphorical Diglett-hole into a volcanic mountain a few weeks ago, but unfortunately still with the unattractive aftereffects of the whole ordeal: smoky black hair, patches of scorched-looking skin, and a permanent burnt-toast smell following her around.]}

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[Sigh.]

Guess I got lucky for a change.

_{[Yeah... she was... and then the time had come to actually do it. And...]}

I couldn't.

_{[It's a couple hours before she does, but she does.]}

Hey.

_{[Her voice is a little congested and nasal-sounding this time.]}

Sorry 'bout that...

_{[Heather shakes her head glumly.]}

Not to her...

Dahlia had her wrapped around her little finger.

... The bitch...

[True to his word, he's there. Granted, he went outside and punched a few trees, but he's there.]

Hey.

Sound like the last time Lennox got a bunch of dirt up his nose.

[Har har you're hilarious, Ironhide.]

Yeah. I guess.

_{[Though she's wearing a weird sort of frown as she goes back to her food, stabbing the pastries with her fork broodingly.]}

[AAAAH. Sisuca loves every second of it! Oh, how she wants one now! Lick away, little puppy! Cougar still pets him, even if he's paying attention to Sisuca now.]

He's so warm, too! What a good boy! Who's a good boy? I can't believe I've never seen one like this before! Do you want to see one of my cute ones, Helga?

_{[Yeah, text. That in itself should say a lot. There are several reasons, but one is that it's a distanced option. For now, he'll take it.]}

I want you to tell me what happened.

...asking how you've been would probably be a pretty stupid question at this point.

That's one answer I can't give you.

But Lao Zi once said that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. You might start yours by apologizing to your father.

_{[Despite herself, she laughs a little. It's more of a snerk than anything else, but at least she can still do it. She figures that's the best sign of all that she can get through things-- the fact that laughter is still even a remote possibility.]}

Yeah, y'know... allergies.

_{[They both know that's not what it is. She clears her throat with a congested cough and sounds a little more solemn the next time she speaks.]}

So... uh, where was I?

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They're... they're pretty common. I think... _{[Or maybe she just knew a lot of people who had them.]}

And yeah, I... I guess.

_{[IF IT WOULD LET HER GET AWAY ANY FASTER...]

[Cujo, on the other hand, seems super excited about the prospect of meeting a new friend! ANOTHER new friend! He wriggles excitedly, bouncing up and down slightly and bumping Sisuca's face with his blunt snout equally as often as he manages to lick it.]}

_{[... Yeah. It DOES.]

[She'd never really paid too much attention to it before, but getting a text message from Dale Cooper is... surreal. She doesn't think they've ever communicated that way before. He's always contacted her by voice, if not video.]

[So it's awhile before she answers, fingers hovering over the keys.]

[What can she say? What can she say that won't make things WORSE?]

[Of all the people who she alienated, who the text had been aimed at, ALL of whom she cared for deeply in various ways, Cooper's opinion is perhaps the one that matters to her the most.]}

i found her near cherrygrove

i knocked her around while our pokemon fought and i screamed at her and a lot of things got lit on fire



i couldn't kill her

is there anything else you'd like to know

_{[As hard as it is to convey tone through text, there's not an ounce of sarcasm, and the lowercase letters are like the textual equivalent of slinking along apologetically, belly to the ground.]}

Yeah. Allergies. Heard those are rough.

[He's going to go along with it, regardless. There's no reason to poke and prod at it.]

[He even... tries to say the next part gently. It's not easy, because this isn't an easy subject, and this is Ironhide we're talking about. But he tries.]

...

Your father.

_{[She actually snorts at that. It's bitter mirth at best, though.]}

Heh. Yeah, pretty much.

_{[Had ANYONE had a good time during this whole thing? ... Aside from the people who'd been like WOWEE COOL POWERS?]}

I did do that already



I might be a total jerk but I love my dad

Sorry.

[Otacon smiled, even more awkwardly than usual.]

...So what do you want to talk about? If anything, I mean--nobody really said we had to if you don't feel up to it.

_{[It's frustrating to Coop who doesn't want to be upset with her. He cares a lot about her and has for a long time now, but that doesn't change how incredibly disappointed he feels at her for having set out to do what she did.]

[He understands that she's been hurt. He understands she'd like some kind of revenge. But there's a line between wanting to do something and actually doing it and the choice she made was a bad one. And he can't accept that.]

[So while it might not be his place to forgive her for it, he's still upset and angry. And that's not going to change for a while, despite her answer.]}

How hard you tried.

[Apology isn't what he's after, but as he's about to mention that, the comment about Harry actually makes him chuckle a little.]

He kinda isn't!

[He's been blaming it more on the generation gap or whatever, but apparently there's more to it than that...

Crow shakes his head with a small smile. He may not know everything (or even half of it) about her, but he does know her well enough to be able to tell whether she does or does not care about someone, and despite the recent events, he's pretty sure he doesn't fall under the latter category.]

Nah, I know that's not it. And I don't blame ya, just--

[He gives her a sheepish grin.]

Guess it's never too late to learn something 'bout each other, right? 'Kay, I'll start!

[Setting his soda aside as well, Crow clears his throat and settles himself more comfortably on the bench.]

The name's Crow Hogan, twenty years old, and I come from Satellite, now part of Neo Domino City, one of the biggest cities in Japan. I'm a duelist and I run a small delivery business, Blackbird Delivery, both there and here in Johto. In my spare time -- assuming I have any, that is -- I like dueling and riding D-Wheel and visiting Martha's orphanage. Favorite food is fried rice and daifuku, but man, I can't stand sushi if they paid me for it. Favorite color's black and... uh...

[That's probably much more random trivia about himself that he's ever told anyone, especially all at once, and he seems to have run out of steam now, as he's scratching his cheek, trying to think of something else to say.]

... Dunno, guess that's 'bout it. Oh, yeah, I'm a Signer, too, but that part you know already.

[And the duelists ends his little introduction with a nod.]

Considering the circumstances, I don't think there was ever any doubt of that.

Right.

_{[She takes a deep breath, setting the 'Gear in her lap briefly so that she can drag her hands down her face.]}

Right.

So...

... Basically what... what happened was ever since Dad rescued me, they... one person had been looking for me. To finish what... what my-- ... what she'd been using me for.

Well... I guess it's not really a matter of want, but...

_{[She puts her fork down, running her fingers through her hair.]}

I owe you some sort of explanation for going all Liquid on you, don't I?

[He laughed somewhat bitterly when she sad that, the same smile still on his face.]

I'm not gonna force it out of you or anything. If you want to tell me, tell me. If not, that's okay too.

_{[It's a slightly unexpected question, and at first it confuses her a little. She can only assume that he's talking about how hard she tried to kill Claudia.]}

you've known me awhile now

you know that i don't talk about doing things and then barely try

_{[Because she HAD tried... not in the sense of strangling her half to death and then losing her grip and being unable to finish the job, no. Not that sort of try. But standing over her, willing herself hard to strike a brutal blow and not being able to... that sort of try.]

[She's not entirely sure that he'd see a difference, though, because in her frustration and hurt, she doesn't really see one herself.]}

_{[He'd figured she would give it an honest attempt after having set her mind to it. He's just covering his bases to make sure he's not assuming anything.]

[The next question is loaded - in some ways because it takes a while to show up. (He's running a hand over his face, through his hair, and staring darkly at the words before he replies to them.)]}

Do you regret it?

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