111. Fourth Wall Post [VIDEO/ACTION FOR ANYWHERE]

[foolishwren]

_{[Static. Then, jumbled, chaotic video-- but through it all, there's the gruff, guttural voice of a Croconaw.]}

T-turn on the camera!

Hurry!!




How do I get her to let go?!

<sub>[Karma.]

[It takes awhile... but it eventually comes back around.]</sub>


[ooc: Heather has become Memory of Alessa for the duration of Fourth Wall! Feel free to tag if you want your character to interact with spooky semi-feral zombie-Heather, no matter where they are!]

Comments

[exeggutorhead]

[Well that's either her telling him that yes she does remember who he is...or just being a mimic.]

Not much for talking when you're like this, huh?

[He slowly walks up closer, so that he's actually standing next to her.]

I guess I'll do the talking. Why don't you hang around me for a while, it's no fun wandering around by yourself.

[For a long time, he was the only homunculus available to supervise the newer ones. It was a chore then, but he's practiced at it. Tell him to watch a kid, it'd end in disaster. But an undead monster? He's got this. And this time, he's doing it because actually wants to.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[ENVY: MONSTERSITTER.]

[She does tense when he walks closer, muscles visibly tightening under her melted-candlewax skin. The Memory of Alessa didn't fear other monsters... but she knew to be wary of them. ... But he's mostly nonthreatening.]

[Hunching her shoulders slightly, she goes ahead and takes a step forward. Then reaches out to touch the tip of one of his almighty strands of tree-hair. IT LOOKS SHARP. IS IT SHARP?]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[Normally, Envy would object mightily to anything touching his hair that might leave behind melted skin goo. But this is a special circumstance.]

[The hair is surprisingly not very sharp at all; it's a little stiff at the ends so that it stays in a point, but today it's held together only by transformation "magic". The strand will probably come apart quickly if she keeps touching it. He noticed her tense when he approached, so he stands still. Up close, her being so charred worries him more, it looks like it hurts. He knows what that's like, even if it was a very, very long time ago.]

Yeah, yeah. Treehead, I know.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Hair that isn't matted, burnt, or growing from some kind of tumor that's like, sticking out of a wall? THIS IS MADNESS!]

[The creature that might be Heather lets out a rasping noise that might be a delighted laugh.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[See, zombie Heather? How could someone with such nice hair be a threat? Envy grins at that raspy noise. It looks like he's succeeding!]

So is this a yes on sticking with me?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Well, it's no guarantee, but it's certainly nice, she supposes.]

[She tilts her head again, pointing at him.]

[APPARENTLY THAT'S A YES.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

Good. [Yep, he's taking that as a yes. He taps under one of his eyes, to show off the cat's pupils.] Us monsters have to stick together.

[He turns away from her for a moment to look up and down the street.]

So you've just been wandering around out here?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She lets out a low, descending rattle of breath and nods, looking around.]

[Then she extends her arms to broadly gesture around at their surroundings.]

[Because GUESS WHAT she has no idea where the hell they are. It sure as hell isn't the Otherworld. Or if it is, she managed to trip into one that's a hell of a lot different than the one born of Heather.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

I don't know if you remember this world at all or not, but either way it's better than that...creepy hospital place, right?

[SILENT HILL: THAT CREEPY HOSPITAL PLACE.]

Come on, there's got to be something around here more interesting than an empty street.

[He just picks a random direction and starts walking, slowly at first to make sure she actually follows.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[There's a slight huff of breath at 'creepy hospital place'.]

[Because um. DUH. Of course it's better than there.]

[Anything is better than the hospital.]

[If there's any place in Silent Hill, normal or Other, that Alessa hates, it's that hospital. Her prison.]

[She starts to slowly lope after him.]</sub>

I'M SORRY

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy doesn't know about any of the other places in Silent Hill, or about the actual significance of the hospital. If he did, he probably would have been more general. But since that was the part of Silent Hill he experienced, that's the part he thinks of first.]

[It's after they've walked a few streets down when the unexpected--which really it should be expected, on these days--happens. A neon-painted party bus speeds down the road past them, pop music blaring and horn blasting every few seconds. It's full of drunk people who probably don't even realize they've been transported to a new world, because WOO PARTY. Some of them cheer and wave at the zombie girl and the treeheaded guy as they pass by.]

omg beautiful

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Well. It's safe to say that Alessa has... never seen that before.]

[Or anything remotely like it.]

[Ever.]

[So her immediate impulse is to recoil and hiss, drawing her clawlike hands up.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[One man on the bus cups his hands around his mouth to shout "Nice costuuuummeee" as the bus continues speeding along on its way. Envy breaks out of his own staring when he sees Alessa recoil out of the corner of his eye. He holds a hand up, placatingly. While still keeping one eye on the party bus because wow he's never seen something quite like that either.]

Hey, hey, it's fine. I think. Don't freak out, it's just a bunch of drunks, nothing to worry about.

[The bus turns a corner and is gone, except for the ever-fainter sounds of music and honking echoing off the buildings.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She clasps her hands on either side of her head, her blank face still managing to emote a certain amount of alarm and uncertainty.]

[WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT. IT WAS LIKE... AN ANIMAL FULL OF OTHER ANIMALS? AND THERE WERE COLORS???? WHAT.]

[This world is strange and confusing. :(]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[Yeah, Envy can tell that she's alarmed, or at least very confused. He reaches over and carefully pats her on the back, hoping that she'll take that as reassuring. IT'S OKAY ALESSA, THE BUS IS GONE.]

Yeah, that was weird as hell. But hey, it's gone now, right?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[The material of her vest is rotting and brittle under Envy's hand. Lovely.]

[She shrinks behind him, still casting suspicious glances at the road.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

Okay, so...we're gonna stay away from any more busses.

[He looks around...he's pretty sure there's a park not too far from here. No party busses there. Hopefully. He points in the direction of an alleyway a little farther down the street.]

We can cut through there, no cars or anything can fit through it.

[And, he hopes, there won't be anything back there but maybe a few wild Rattata.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[AH, ALLEYWAYS. That's territory that Memory of Alessa is a little more familiar with. There's plenty of those in the Otherworld, and here they're almost as grungy and neglected as the ones she remembers back 'home'.]

[So she starts to skulk in that direction as eagerly as something like her can manage.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[He walks alongside her, keeping to her pace.]

I see you liked that suggestion. I haven't been back in these alleys for a while, but I think I know the way through to the park. I don't know if you'd have anything like a park where you're from, but you might like it.

[There's startled Pidgeys that takes flight when it sees them, and a few Rattata scurrying around the dumpsters. Envy's halfway glad he can't see a biker gang hiding back here. It might've been fun to scare them, but after the party bus he's not so sure how zombie Heather would react.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She nods slightly, ragged hair clinging to the sides of her face.]

[She recognizes the word 'park', though. She lives in one. Lakeside Amusement Park, that is. So she keeps pace with Envy willingly enough. Familiar territory is good.]</sub>