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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[Sits down next to her on the bench.]

Hey.

I'm not angry.

Thank goodness you're all right!

You are all right, aren't you?

Edited 2012-08-14 01:18 (UTC)

_{[With a couple of Mart bags in one hand, and his umbrella in the other, Jack's out on the streets enjoying the weather. It's not long before he spots a familiar freckled face--one he's been sort of concerned about.]}

_{[...was something burning somewhere?]}

Miss Mason!

[The atmosphere has been a little... tense, to put it mildly, so it shouldn't come as a surprise Crow doesn't fancy the idea of staying in his hotel room all day either. Besides, they're in Goldenrod -- there's too much to do and see to be sitting around glaring at each other!

... Although he'd probably be enjoying everything the big city has to offer much more if a) he had someone to enjoy it with, and b) the whole thing from a few weeks ago wasn't still hanging in the air. So there he is, wandering around aimlessly, not even in mood to try doing anything potentially fun. That's when he spots her -- or maybe he could smell that strange burnt stench first, it's hard to tell -- but the point is, Crow notices a familiar figure sitting on a bench nearby. His first impulse is to turn away and walk in a different direction, but... really, that would be kinda childish and although the duelist may not be the shining example of maturity, he's also sick of this whole situation.

So a couple of minutes later, a can of soda materializes itself on Heather's head seemingly out of nowhere, followed by a voice coming from behind her.]

Hey.

[There's a brief pause, in which he looks at the bench rather than at Heather -- this particular bench turns out to be extremely absorbing, you see!]

... Mind if I join ya?

[Can "Helga" hear it?

Sisuca is in Goldenrod, too. She has been for a while, minding her own business and using her Audino and Alomomola to heal Pokémon while the Pokécenter is down. She's just being helpful, really.

But she sees you, Helga. Her motherly instincts cannot be stopped.

She moves closer, verifying that it's her window-shopping. Maybe "Helga" will notice that someone is moving closer, but if she turns around to check...well...Sisuca is blocked from view thanks to the Machamp she's walking with.

She moves closer still.

And closer.

And then it's too late.]

Oh, Helga! It really is you! It's been so long since I've heard from you, I was starting to get really worried!

[As Heather finds a bench to sit on, Luke will spot her from behind and come running up with his arms full of shopping bags.]

Hey Heather!

[He's a little hard to see over the bags he's carrying, and completely oblivious to why she may not be in such a good mood.]

I hear you're grounded.

Message received.

[He's. Trying Very hard. Not to be angry. He has his own temper, though, and knows letting it loose can't possibly be constructive.]

[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)

Hey, call me when you get this. or text, either way.

[He wants to make sure she's alright.]

[well... Kaito had never been the kind of guy to let something like a little yelling ruin a friendship. especially when he had done plenty in the past to frustrate, or even anger, those close to him.

and especially not when murdered parents were involved.

so Heather'll be getting a text to her gear soon after she sends out the message, short and to the point]

Department store roof. Fifteen minutes. From this vantage point 'm pretty sure I can see a guy playing tug-of-war with his Growlithe over a pair of pants, and I dunno how much longer they'll be at it.

Seriously, this is quality entertainment.

[ Look at that face he hasn't seen either. Also, as someone who is a friend of your father, he's concerned too. ]

Heather.

_{[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.

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