100. [Video/Action for Saffron City]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Wow.]

[That Vulpix on the screen sure looks pissed.]

[The ironic presence of the happy leftover Christmas lights behind it doesn't help.]

[A heavy sigh sounds from off-camera.]</sub>

Man.

Leave it to her to get one last dig in just when I thought it was over.

<sub>[But Heather apparently isn't gonna elaborate on who 'her' is... though anyone who witnessed Heather's fiery freakout over the summer and knew what it was about might have a decent guess.]

[The camera just shifts as she gets up-- it lingers briefly on what looks like a box filled with crumpled wrapping paper-- in the middle of it sit two large eggs.]</sub>

Hopefully the other living presents we got this year'll be friendlier.

_{[She turns the camera around at last and sort of regards it for a moment, chewing absent-mindedly on her lip. She's got a big wooly winter hat on, so either she just got in or she's about to go out. Probably the latter.]}

... Screw this year, man. Bring on the new one.

_{[HAPPY NEW YEAR ERRYBODY.]}



[ooc: ANYONE IN SAFFRON CITY IS FREE TO RUN INTO HEATHER, or assume she randomly stopped by wherever they are.]

Comments

[action]

[darkenedgales]

[And said snowball smashes right into his face.]

...

[Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh? He's being all deep and meaningful over here, and she responds by starting a snowball fight.]

Now you've done it.

[Crow shoves the snow off his face furiously, crouching and grabbing a handful of snow from the ground. Forming a snowball himself, he sends it flying in her direction. BACK AT YA, HEATHER.]

[action]

[foolishwren]

_{[By committing the act of throwing a snowball, one automatically resigns oneself to being hit back. Heather doesn't even try to dodge, just ducks her head and lifts an arm to shield her face from incoming missiles.]}

You asked for it!

_{[She's already bending down to quickly craft another one.]}

[action] two days later I discover this comment never got posted GOOD JOB DW

[darkenedgales]

[This, of course, means war, and Crow is already preparing more snowballs for his arsenal.]

Like hell I did! You started it!

[Well no, Hurricane did, but out of the two of them, she was the first one to attack.]

[action] WHOOPS

[foolishwren]

I'll finish it, too!

_{[She pitches another one at his head as he's bending down to gather snow-- all that orange hair makes a great target, even at night.]}