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!]

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[imthe_shit]

[ 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?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[SEE SNAKE, SHE WAS TELLING THE TRUTH WHEN SHE SAID SHE UNDERSTOOD.]

[Being burned alive is something they can commiserate on-- although Alessa's body had been disfigured beyond recognition, beyond even what this creature's wounds suggested.]

[She props her chin on one long-fingered hand, still letting out deep, rattly huffs of breath.]

[And then, with the other hand, points to herself.]

[Because this is Heather. Part of her, anyway. A part she doesn't tell very many people about, admittedly...]</sub>

[imthe_shit]

[ 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.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE HER AN ORDER, SNAKE?]

[Well, sorry, she's just going to stare at him with burning intensity and then start pointedly clawing up the wood again.]

[FUCK THA POLICE]</sub>

[imthe_shit]

[ 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. ]

[foolishwren]

_{[There's an unsettled squawk from her as he starts to shake the closet.]}

Raaaah!

<sub>[WTF STOP.]

[It doesn't take long before she decides to bail. Leaping from the top of it, she lands on the opposite bed on all fours before scrambling for the bathroom.]</sub>

[imthe_shit]

[ 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.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[When he enters the bathroom, she makes her move.]

[Evidently having learned from the incident with the Repel, she had snatched up a big bottle of Windex and waited.]

[Then she friggin' sprays it right at his face because she's a monster and apparently monsters are little shits.]</sub>

[imthe_shit]

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. ]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[AND WITH THAT SHE'S OFF.]

[She lunges past him and promptly makes her escape down the hall.]

[BYE]</sub>

LMAO

[imthe_shit]

[ 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. ]