foolishwren | 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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[When Snapdragon evolved, when he was feeling to a point he could get up again, when one of the children gave him the Fly HM to use, it didn't take long for the Other Father to see if he could fly his Dragonite. Luckily, what he found was that with a sturdy Pokémon and previous knowledge of flying a robotic mantis tractor, it's actually not that hard!

Other Father was flying overhead on the orange dragon, giving him some quality time with his trainer as a thank you for protecting him back during the Pokémon attack. It's then that he sees Heather down below.

With a direction spoken to Snapdragon, the Pokémon swoops to the side]

Woah~

[And flies around the girl, a wave from the Other Father as he does.]

Hey there, Heather.

[With a few scales still on his face and arms and the remains of webbed fingers, Father's not entirely free from the mutation either.]

Edited 2012-08-14 11:09 (UTC)

_{[Normally, Heather's somewhat loathe to sit around doing nothing. She's not the type to relish in moping. If she's gonna sit there, she has to at least be doing something. Like peoplewatching. So that's what she's doing.]

[Until the Dragonite swoops past, anyway-- it'd take something more than a morose, contemplative mood to miss something like that.]

[She doesn't startle, but does sit up rather abruptly-- and it takes her a minute to recognize him. They don't exactly talk all too often, and it would seem he's bearing the scars of that mystery illness as well.]}

--Oh.

Hey...

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