foolishwren: RIP to henry townshend but im differen (if i saw a ghost i would simply bust it)
Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2013-11-25 05:07 pm
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111. Fourth Wall Post [VIDEO/ACTION FOR ANYWHERE]

[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?!

[Karma.]

[It takes awhile... but it eventually comes back around.]



[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!]
imthe_shit: (glancing.)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-11-30 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that was a better reaction than before. He doesn't want to let her hold it, because it'd be a shame if she tried to bite it... But he continues to hold it out to her. ]

Otacon gave it to me. Do you remember him? And Liquid? You traveled with them for a long time.

[ As much as he didn't like Liquid, he had to acknowledge that he and Heather had a sort of bond. ]
imthe_shit: (old man's hands)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-11-30 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay... This was progress. He just had to try more. ]

... This Togetic... It's based on the one I used to have. Her name is Sunny... She evolved into a Togekiss. She... was my partner. And I left her with you when I... left.

I'm sorry for leaving, Heather, but I'm here now. [ He smooths his thumb over the doll's belly. ] Don't let this... monster consume you. Try to remember.
imthe_shit: (hard life)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-11-30 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ All right, maybe that wasn't the right choice of words. Snake frowns a bit, lowering his hand. ]

... Sorry.

I just don't like seeing you like this. You're a good kid, you're not... this.
imthe_shit: (that was my last ration.)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-12-01 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ That was not a reaction he was expecting from the beast... a shadow of his friend. They were both scorched shadows now, though Heather considerably more so.

He wishes the thing could speak so he could figure out why it was laughing, and he looked behind himself at the Croconaw. ]


Why the hell... [ He looks back up at the memory. ] What's so funny?
imthe_shit: (uncomfortable)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-12-01 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Snake furrows his brow, not completely understanding. ]

You? [ He shakes his head, feeling frustrated. ] This isn't funny, what you've turned into. Get down from the damn closet, Heather.
imthe_shit: (i will rip you limb from limb.)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-12-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ 8T Snake growls, half tempted to set the damn closet on fire, but that wouldn't help anything. Instead, he walks over to it and starts pushing on it, despite his back screaming at him to stop. ]
imthe_shit: (my achin back)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-12-01 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Snake groans, placing a hand to his back and muttering a bit when she jumps off the closet and scrambles to the bathroom. He sighs, walking to the bathroom. ]

Dammit, kid, I'm trying to help you.
imthe_shit: (ow this really hurts)

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-12-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Grraaggh!

[ Snake covered his face a bit too late, staggering back and tripping on the bed, a mess of flailing limbs as he collapses on it, trying to wipe the damn stuff out of his eyes. ]
imthe_shit: (down)

LMAO

[personal profile] imthe_shit 2013-12-04 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ GODDAMMIT Snake struggles to his feet, stumbling into the bathroom for some water... because he wasn't desperate enough to have the Croconaw Water Gun him in the face. He manages to wash out some of the Windex, his eyes still burning from the chemicals. It was a good thing he didn't have any of his weapons because he would probably be a little less forgiving at the moment. ]