foolishwren: Me, a fucking fool: Figures. (tarot reader: I keep getting 'The Fool')
Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2016-01-31 03:17 pm

126. [Video, action for anywhere in Goldenrod] (backdated to January 29th)

[She'd been lucky enough to be spared the effects of the past three weeks. BUT SHE'S NOT SO LUCKY THIS TIME.]

[The video opens on her already walking hurriedly down a surburban Goldenrod street towards the downtown area. IF SHE JUST KEEPS MOVING, MAYBE SHE WON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ANYBODY ELSE TODAY.]

[But just in case, she's hoping she can stave off karma catching up with her by making a quick confession to the network.]


HEY.

So anyone who was here like a year ago and wondered about the weird black eye I had that one time?

I lied.

I didn't get it in a fight with a dude 'the size of Kentucky' like I claimed.

Actually, I just walked into a glass door because I was thinking about how much I wanted a Pumpka-spice latte from Sawsbucks and I was too embarrassed to tell anybody.

[The camera then turns abruptly to the sky.]

THERE! You happy, weird Pokemon gods? I said something embarrassing! Now leave me alone!

[The video ends.]

[Spoiler alert: she is not going to be left alone.]




[ooc: For action threads, feel free to tag in with your character ANYWHERE AROUND THE CITY.]
armoredsoul: (Dunno what you mean)

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[personal profile] armoredsoul 2016-01-31 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Al has woken up surprisingly groggy this morning, discombobulated from a night of bad dreams and uncomfortable memories. Not bothering yet with taming his hellish bedhead (he's still not sure if he wants to let it grow out again or not), he shuffles into the kitchen with Eddie just behind watching his trainer with a worried look. Pausing when he sees Heather in the kitchen already, he smiles and waves to her.]

Mornin', Heather.
armoredsoul: (Contemplating)

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[personal profile] armoredsoul 2016-01-31 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really.

[Al takes the cereal with a nod of thanks and moves to grab a bowl and the milk out of the fridge.]

I was dreaming about Mom again.

[He winces as soon as that comes out of his mouth--shoot, he must be more tired than he thought.]
armoredsoul: (Marks to bear)

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[personal profile] armoredsoul 2016-01-31 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Al's mouth presses into a thin line, and he grumbles under his breath.]

Oh, of course he would...

[Blabbing on about something personal like that, when he has been doing his level best to keep his mouth shut about Envy's sins...it just fucking figures.]

[He doesn't really want to talk about it, but...it's already out there, and if Envy's said something he's definitely going to have to set the record straight. With a sigh he nods and puts the carton back away before going over to sit next to Heather.]

Yeah. Just...promise you won't tell anyone else, okay?
armoredsoul: (Depressed)

[personal profile] armoredsoul 2016-02-14 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He still irritated, but some of the foul mood slips away from Al's expression. Settling down, Al stirs the cereal for a few moments before he starts.]

Neither of us...we didn't really want to hurt her. We didn't even know she was alive for the longest time--homunculii are a mess when they're first made.

[He shudders for a moment, remembering what Sloth--what Trisha had looked like when he first came to.]

We didn't see her again until years later, and then she was acting as Bradley's aide. --um, he was the Fuhrer, if you didn't know.