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.]}

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

_{[It's bizarre, hearing him describe another person. The closest he's ever come to that (outside of once-- once-- telling her about Optimus Prime) was describing his hated enemies.]

[And hearing THIS description... well, it definitely explains some things. Like why he'd become her friend in the first place.]}

... Got a soft spot for kids with chips on their shoulders, huh?

[He doesn't like doing it. It's too sentimental. Too personal. And... kind of reminds him too much of what he's missing.]

[He grunts.]

... If that kid had any chips on him, he would have lost his mind.

[A beat.]

But yeah. Looks that way.

_{[There's a brief silence.]}

... Think he and I would've gotten along?

[He barks out a laugh.]

Not at all. Would you really get along with a walking ego, kid?

_{[Laughter's contagious-- she starts to chuckle, too.]}

I guess not, huh.

Well, if he ever shows up here, I'll try to be nice.

Thought not.

[He snorts.]

If he ever shows up, I would smack him before he got on your case too bad.

[You know. After the inevitable awkward reunion business.]

Aw, come on. You think I can't fight my own fights?

Kid, you remember that time you tried to take me on?

Picture that. But about three tons lighter, and four times faster.

That answer your question?

Hey, now.

The only reason I didn't stand a chance against you is because you just stood there like a friggin' brick wall and didn't move.

If he's fast, that means he'll move. I'm good at fighting things that move.

_{[... You know, if the EGOS don't weigh them BOTH down...]}

... And if I trained him?

... Well, I guess it'd be an even match, then.

_{[There's a playful lilt to her voice that makes it clear she's joking-- does she actually think she could fight an alien robot warrior and win? Probably not.]}

Maybe. If you worked with me a little more.

S'that an invitation?

You have had one since you tried to knock me down, kid.

Then I'll grab you the next time we're in town together. ... 'Kay?

Yeah. That should work.

Where are you now?

_{[At that, she lets out a rueful sigh.]}

Goldenrod.

N'I probably won't be leaving any time soon.

... I'm kinda... you know.

In trouble with Dad.

_{[Aka if anyone's making travel decisions for the group anymore, it sure isn't her.]}

[He makes the kind of noise people make when they're half-laughing, half-sighing. That short exhale-inhale usually accompanied by a head shake.]

Father cracked down, huh?

Yeeeeaaah.

I'm kinda... grounded.

... Which is really embarrassing for someone my age, but I guess I deserve it.

_{[The fact that Harry could 'ground' his almost-20 daughter and she'd still listen to him and not try to weasel her way out of it is a testament to just how much she respects him.]

[Even if she did literally run away to try and murder somebody.]}

Nah. It only gets embarrassing when you hit a few hundred thousand.

[Like some people he won't name.]

Not sure when we hit Olivine. Keep us posted, kid.

Okay. I will.

_{[There's a pause. She has a feeling this conversation is close to being over.]}

... Hey, Ironhide?

There's one last thing I'd like you to promise me, if you could.

[Most likely. There's a lot to think about, anyway.]

What is that?

If someone named Dahlia Gillespie ever comes to Johto, I want you to tell me the moment you find out.

... Yeah, kid. I will.

... Thank you.

[voice]

show_my_cannons - 2012-09-15 19:15 (UTC) - Expand

foolishwren - 2012-09-16 06:22 (UTC) - Expand

show_my_cannons - 2012-09-16 07:07 (UTC) - Expand

foolishwren - 2012-09-16 17:57 (UTC) - Expand

show_my_cannons - 2012-09-16 23:23 (UTC) - Expand

foolishwren - 2012-09-17 05:27 (UTC) - Expand

show_my_cannons - 2012-09-17 05:59 (UTC) - Expand

foolishwren - 2012-09-17 22:18 (UTC) - Expand