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foolishwren) wrote2013-04-14 09:32 pm
foolishwren) wrote2013-04-14 09:32 pm
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[... Well. It's time.]
[She didn't want it to be.]
[But there's really no denying it now.]
[Anyone who's known Heather for the past couple of years knows that she has a somewhat... problematic history when it comes to accepting big disappearances.]
As Heather put the PokeGear down on the table next to her bed, the muscular, neon-colored canine lying at her feet lifted its head intently, ears pricking and alert brown eyes focusing squarely on the trainer who, despite NOT being Special Agent Dale Cooper, had withdrawn her from the computer that morning.
Unlike her real trainer, Tricia had noticed a phenomenal amount of tension in this new one, who she knew by virtue of many encounters but had never had a chance or reason to observe for any prolonged period of time before.
Tension in every movement, every vocalization, every moment.
Tricia didn't remember her being like that, all the times that she had visited her Trainer. She only seemed to be that way now.
Heaving a deep sigh, Heather dragged her fingers down her face and then looked down at the brand new Pokemon lying obediently on the floor, staring up at her attentively.
"... Hey. Wanna go for a walk, girl?"
At the 'w' word, the Manectric sprang to her feet in a wiggly dance of excitement, muzzle breaking into a broad, panting doggy grin that brought a faint smile to Heather's own lips at the sight.
"C'mon. Just you and me. Cooj is in his Pokeball right now, otherwise he'd be spazzin' all over the place."
Rising from the bed, Heather grabbed her leather coat off the chair it hung on and pulled it over her shoulders, heading for the door. Tricia danced after her, elated to be getting fresh air after being cooped up in the hotel room all day, where there were plenty of headpats to be had but very little space to run around. Electric types needed room to run.
The nighttime Saffron streets were cool and wet. Springtime in the city was a damp and murky thing, but still a hell of a lot nicer than the bitter cold of winter.
Unlike Cujo, Tricia didn't have to constantly be reminded not to go careening off to sniff every passing Pokemon, although she did occasionally run ahead, stopping every time to look over her shoulder and make sure Heather was following.
Each time Heather smiled wanly, picking up her pace a little bit to catch up.
Until finally, a sharp whistle stopped the electric canine in her tracks.
"Hey, c'mere girl! Gotta stop at the PokeMart."
The warm gush of air that hit them when the sliding glass door opened was accompanied by a fizzle of static from Tricia's damp fur as she trotted in, shaking off lightly. She had gone with her trainer to many shops before, and she was all wags as she followed Heather deep into the racks of supplies, well out of view of the bored-looking cashier, who was sitting behind the counter and reading a gossip-mag article about Blackthorn's Clair with a half-asleep expression.
Heather, whose head had been bare most of the way there, had casually pulled up the hood of her vest, which she'd been wearing under her coat. The squeak of her boots on the shiny floors ceased when she came up to the shelf of medicinal battle supplies and halted. Panting happily, Tricia reached Heather's legs and stood, waiting for her to continue.
But she didn't.
After a moment's silence, the girl spoke, not removing her eyes from the display in front of her.
"... So there's some things you need to know, now that I'm your new trainer."
The Manectric tilted her head, curiously.
New trainer?
"The first is that I'm not good like Coop was. Not even remotely."
Heather reached out to pull a little tube of Ether from the shelf, holding it up to look at it in the light and licking dry lips. She took in a slightly shaky breath.
In a motion that was smooth as a well-practiced magic trick, despite the fact that she hadn't done it in years, she slipped the Ether into her pocket. It's like riding a bike, after all.
"So sometimes, I do things like this."
Another Ether joined it.
And a Hyper potion.
And aw heck, a couple of Revives, too.
Separate pockets, so that there would be no telltale bulges.
All the while, Tricia watched in terrible confusion. She didn't understand what was happening, only that there was directionless hostility gushing off of her trainer's young friend in waves as she filled the nooks of her coat with property that was not hers. Why? She didn't know.
But her tail moved in a tentative wag as Heather finally turned away from the shelf, and she poked her sharp nose gently at one of the pockets. A hand descended to ruffle the spiky hair between her ears gently.
"You'll be putting up with a lot of this shit from now on, girl. Sorry."
Because nobody could be as good for you as Cooper. Least of all me.
"C'mon. Let's get outta here. I'll get you a hot dog on the way back. Cooj loves those, so maybe you'll like 'em too."
Brightening up at the relative upswing of Heather's tone, Tricia eagerly pranced back towards the entrance of the shop, with Heather sauntering after her.
The cashier at the desk had dozed off, snoring lightly with the page open on
Wow. Out like a light.
Ignoring the Manectric standing in the doorway and staring up at her expectantly for a moment, Heather scanned the countertop quickly, eyes darting over the tacky little display boxes and nick-nacks.
When she walked out of the store about seven seconds later, it was with a pair of cheap sunglasses joining the ranks of the other unpaid-for items in her pockets, which now had her hands in them as well, as she headed down the block and pursed her lips to whistle a cheery tune.
She wouldn't break down.
She wouldn't gnash her teeth and curse Johto for its fickleness, its unfairness.
She wouldn't hide away in her room and all but spell out to her friends, HEY LOOK! HEATHER CAN'T HANDLE IT! BETTER COME HOLD HER FUCKING HAND!
She wouldn't break down.
She wouldn't punch walls until her knuckles turned into pulverized meat.
She wouldn't threaten violence towards innocent, unassuming Pokemon eggs on public video.
She wouldn't break down.
She wouldn't cry.
And shecwouldn't go crawling to Dale Cooper with her problems.
Things would be different now.
And no one but her need be any the wiser.
[She didn't want it to be.]
[But there's really no denying it now.]
There's already been a few other announcements so i'm just joining the train but i guess this is more to let his other friends know that I've got Tricia the Manectric
I found her in the PC yesterday afternoon
just so everyone who was friends with Dale Cooper knows that she's okay.
I'll be coming up to Justice Farm to get any toys or whatever he might have had for her in a bit, which i guess is a thinly-veiled excuse to come and see everybody and exchange some hugs or something because Coop meant a lot to a lot of people and i guess against all odds I turned out to be one of them.
I could say a lot of things but in the end I guess it's best to leave it at that i'll miss him and that I hope he'd be proud that i'm not handling his disappearance like i did so many of the other ones that he actually had to talk sense into me over[Anyone who's known Heather for the past couple of years knows that she has a somewhat... problematic history when it comes to accepting big disappearances.]
so yeah.
heather out or something.As Heather put the PokeGear down on the table next to her bed, the muscular, neon-colored canine lying at her feet lifted its head intently, ears pricking and alert brown eyes focusing squarely on the trainer who, despite NOT being Special Agent Dale Cooper, had withdrawn her from the computer that morning.
Unlike her real trainer, Tricia had noticed a phenomenal amount of tension in this new one, who she knew by virtue of many encounters but had never had a chance or reason to observe for any prolonged period of time before.
Tension in every movement, every vocalization, every moment.
Tricia didn't remember her being like that, all the times that she had visited her Trainer. She only seemed to be that way now.
Heaving a deep sigh, Heather dragged her fingers down her face and then looked down at the brand new Pokemon lying obediently on the floor, staring up at her attentively.
"... Hey. Wanna go for a walk, girl?"
At the 'w' word, the Manectric sprang to her feet in a wiggly dance of excitement, muzzle breaking into a broad, panting doggy grin that brought a faint smile to Heather's own lips at the sight.
"C'mon. Just you and me. Cooj is in his Pokeball right now, otherwise he'd be spazzin' all over the place."
Rising from the bed, Heather grabbed her leather coat off the chair it hung on and pulled it over her shoulders, heading for the door. Tricia danced after her, elated to be getting fresh air after being cooped up in the hotel room all day, where there were plenty of headpats to be had but very little space to run around. Electric types needed room to run.
The nighttime Saffron streets were cool and wet. Springtime in the city was a damp and murky thing, but still a hell of a lot nicer than the bitter cold of winter.
Unlike Cujo, Tricia didn't have to constantly be reminded not to go careening off to sniff every passing Pokemon, although she did occasionally run ahead, stopping every time to look over her shoulder and make sure Heather was following.
Each time Heather smiled wanly, picking up her pace a little bit to catch up.
Until finally, a sharp whistle stopped the electric canine in her tracks.
"Hey, c'mere girl! Gotta stop at the PokeMart."
The warm gush of air that hit them when the sliding glass door opened was accompanied by a fizzle of static from Tricia's damp fur as she trotted in, shaking off lightly. She had gone with her trainer to many shops before, and she was all wags as she followed Heather deep into the racks of supplies, well out of view of the bored-looking cashier, who was sitting behind the counter and reading a gossip-mag article about Blackthorn's Clair with a half-asleep expression.
Heather, whose head had been bare most of the way there, had casually pulled up the hood of her vest, which she'd been wearing under her coat. The squeak of her boots on the shiny floors ceased when she came up to the shelf of medicinal battle supplies and halted. Panting happily, Tricia reached Heather's legs and stood, waiting for her to continue.
But she didn't.
After a moment's silence, the girl spoke, not removing her eyes from the display in front of her.
"... So there's some things you need to know, now that I'm your new trainer."
The Manectric tilted her head, curiously.
New trainer?
"The first is that I'm not good like Coop was. Not even remotely."
Heather reached out to pull a little tube of Ether from the shelf, holding it up to look at it in the light and licking dry lips. She took in a slightly shaky breath.
In a motion that was smooth as a well-practiced magic trick, despite the fact that she hadn't done it in years, she slipped the Ether into her pocket. It's like riding a bike, after all.
"So sometimes, I do things like this."
Another Ether joined it.
And a Hyper potion.
And aw heck, a couple of Revives, too.
Separate pockets, so that there would be no telltale bulges.
All the while, Tricia watched in terrible confusion. She didn't understand what was happening, only that there was directionless hostility gushing off of her trainer's young friend in waves as she filled the nooks of her coat with property that was not hers. Why? She didn't know.
But her tail moved in a tentative wag as Heather finally turned away from the shelf, and she poked her sharp nose gently at one of the pockets. A hand descended to ruffle the spiky hair between her ears gently.
"You'll be putting up with a lot of this shit from now on, girl. Sorry."
Because nobody could be as good for you as Cooper. Least of all me.
"C'mon. Let's get outta here. I'll get you a hot dog on the way back. Cooj loves those, so maybe you'll like 'em too."
Brightening up at the relative upswing of Heather's tone, Tricia eagerly pranced back towards the entrance of the shop, with Heather sauntering after her.
The cashier at the desk had dozed off, snoring lightly with the page open on
CLAIR TO PLAN EVEN BIGGER PARTY NEXT YEAR?? HINTS IN LIVE INTERVIEW. As she passed, Heather paused with a slight frown, leaning back and waving a hand lightly in front of the snoozing employee's face.Wow. Out like a light.
Ignoring the Manectric standing in the doorway and staring up at her expectantly for a moment, Heather scanned the countertop quickly, eyes darting over the tacky little display boxes and nick-nacks.
When she walked out of the store about seven seconds later, it was with a pair of cheap sunglasses joining the ranks of the other unpaid-for items in her pockets, which now had her hands in them as well, as she headed down the block and pursed her lips to whistle a cheery tune.
She wouldn't break down.
She wouldn't gnash her teeth and curse Johto for its fickleness, its unfairness.
She wouldn't hide away in her room and all but spell out to her friends, HEY LOOK! HEATHER CAN'T HANDLE IT! BETTER COME HOLD HER FUCKING HAND!
She wouldn't break down.
She wouldn't punch walls until her knuckles turned into pulverized meat.
She wouldn't threaten violence towards innocent, unassuming Pokemon eggs on public video.
She wouldn't break down.
She wouldn't cry.
And she
Things would be different now.
And no one but her need be any the wiser.
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really? you? haha[She remembers France being... QUIRKY... but not a ~rebel~. How little she knows!]
yeah...
he always seemed to know the right thing to do, somehow
everything made sense when he explained it even if it never made sense the rest of the time
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Law enforcement always tends to be on the, ah, conservative side, if you know what I mean.
[Quirky is a good way to think of it. A penchant for streaking is another.]
It's rare to find a person who takes time to sit down and truly think about the world around him. I have to admit, it's difficult for me even after being here for the amount of time I have to get beyond being baffled by what I encounter. Cooper sought out the knowledge and gained a level of understanding of this place that I feel is yet beyond me. His investigative abilities are on the level of the scholasitc.
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haha man you could say THAT again
but yeah
Coop was...
well I'm not as eloquent as you
but you summed it up pretty well
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[Even so, her words also make him think of something that feels important.]
As much as I'm given to wallow for a while more, Cooper probably wouldn't want you or I to do that. He was always rather proactive in disposition. You said you were going to visit friends?
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yeah, though maybe not tonight
probably tomorrow or something
i'm sure he wouldn't have wanted anyone to hide in their room and go all Pinacae pinus on his account
[... Pine for him, in other words. Dam heathr u a geek sometimes, Cooper rubbed off on you didn't he.]
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I haven't currently nor ever have entertained plans to transform into a tree.
But if I did, I would be a yew.
[Envy would be a palm tree. But everyone knows this.]
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i always thought i'd be one of those little fuzzy-looking cactuses
they look super soft but then you touch them and YOW
insta-regret
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... heh, i guess so, now that you put it that way.
you know, that's something coop would say, too.
he was always good at seeing the best in things.