Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2016-06-07 02:02 am
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IC CONTACT (Victory Road)

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or one of the Pokemon ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something.
I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."
Click!
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[He can't help it, he tries to roll away onto the floor. As bonelessly as possible.]
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MY BOY IS GOING FURTHER AWAY!!
[She lets him flump onto the floor, though. God knows he's piled on enough padding that it won't hurt. She follows, but just falls to her knees next to him.]
[Around this point in time though, at least one or two of their smaller Pokemon have been drawn over by the commotion. Scarlet is sniffing at the 'body'. DID HE DIED]
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[Oh no though. Oh no a cold wet little lion nose. He is doing his best to keep up the straight face in the face of being Sniffed.]
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[Fortunately, or unfortunately, the nose is very quickly replaced by a large warm paw. BAP.]
[Envy might be trying to keep a straight face, but Heather isn't pretending to be a dead body. She doesn't have to.]
... Pfffhhaha, Scarlet, this is a very emotional moment. You're being so disrespectful.
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[This time he SPUTTERS]
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[Scarlet is yoinked away with a MOWP of surprise, and then Heather is hauling Envy into a sitting position, the Litleo now tucked under one arm.]
HE'S COME BACK TO LIFE!
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[And also free of HORRIBLE DEATH]
[He makes a whole show of coughing back to life, clutching his chest as she pulls him up.]
I can't believe it! Pulled back from the brink...!
It must have been the fire type that did it...clearly I need to be warm to be fully cured....
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I daresay... you have convinced me.
We shall go to the beach and surf with some dinosaurs.
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[He clasps her shoulder back with the hand that isn't clutching his heart (because obviously he also had a heart attack to go with the tuberculosis). He looks extremely serious.]
It's going to be awesome.
How many surfing backflips do you bet a recovering tuberculosis orphan can pull off?
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None.
No backflips for you.
Just normal surfing.
[HIS TUBERCULOSIS-RIDDEN LUNGS WON'T SURVIVE BEING FILLED WITH WATER.]
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I can do a flip. You've seen me do flips I worked for the circus.
[Envy that's not the same!!]
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I'm sure Korra will agree with me.
[... Or... well... she hopes Korra will agree with her. But she doesn't actually know Korra that well and also Korra is the one who taught the T-rex to surf to begin with, so...]
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Pssh, how different can it possibly be? I bet she'll agree with me.
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This entire household has collectively narrowly avoided drowning on Henry's old Lapras floatie in the pool at least like three times.
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[Key words here: think and probably]
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[Heather has never been surfing before. But she has almost definitely watched videos on the internet of people eating shit.]
[THAT SAID... this is a bridge that can be crossed later.]
So. When do you want to do this exactly.
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I don't know...soon? This month maybe?
She said there was a cool tree hotel.
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I was gonna say, I kinda don't feel like going to that Resort Gorgeous place again.
Not that it was anyone there's fault for the alien invasion, but... you know.
[THAT HAD BEEN A KIND OF FUCKED UP NIGHT.]