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route_10652012-02-18 11:35 pm
darkenedgales) wrote in route_10652012-02-18 11:35 pm
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a friend in need...
Who: Crow Hogan (darkenedgales) and Heather Mason (foolishwren)
Where: Route 38.
When: Afternoon of February 17th.
Summary: As Heather suffers yet another great loss (courtesy of Johto), Crow figures she could use some comforting in person. And a few days later, he provides.
Rating: PG-13 for language, probably.
Log:
There must have been some limit to how badly a different world with a terrible tendency to kidnap people treated its prisoners.
Sadly, in the past month or so, Johto had repeatedly crossed the line. It wasn't the wacky weather with random temperature changes that made traveling hard, or dozens of weird Pokémon no one had ever seen before singing loudly and marching down the routes, or even the fact everyone seemed to have received mysterious eggs, meaning somebody must have broken into each and every individual's room (a creepy thought indeed). No, it was the fact that over the past few weeks, nearly everyone in this world had lost someone close to them: a friend, a family member... or both, given the number of people disappearing. Crow couldn't help but feel like an idiot, having dismissed Nanao's warnings of the occurrence being suspicious. Not that it would change anything now that she was gone, too.
But two close friends disappearing in such short period of time? That was just low, Johto. Crow wouldn't wish that happening upon his worst enemy, much less a friend like Heather. He knew from experience that wasn't something that could be easily dealt with, which was why when he found out about Rise, it didn't take him more than a few seconds to decide what he needed to do. Granted, Heather had Harry and Henry by her side, but... okay, "the more the merrier" wasn't exactly a right phrase to use here, but the point was, he was definitely not going to leave her without support now.
A huge advantage of being a trainer of Flying Pokémon was that it allowed to cut down the travel time that would normally take weeks to mere hours, and it wasn't long since their last conversation until the duelist reached Route 38. The plain area made it pretty easy to find the person he was looking for, too -- and soon, a Pidgeot carrying one duelist would land near Heather, the passenger waving at her with a faint smile.
"Oi, Heather!"
darkenedgales) and Heather Mason (foolishwren)Where: Route 38.
When: Afternoon of February 17th.
Summary: As Heather suffers yet another great loss (courtesy of Johto), Crow figures she could use some comforting in person. And a few days later, he provides.
Rating: PG-13 for language, probably.
Log:
There must have been some limit to how badly a different world with a terrible tendency to kidnap people treated its prisoners.
Sadly, in the past month or so, Johto had repeatedly crossed the line. It wasn't the wacky weather with random temperature changes that made traveling hard, or dozens of weird Pokémon no one had ever seen before singing loudly and marching down the routes, or even the fact everyone seemed to have received mysterious eggs, meaning somebody must have broken into each and every individual's room (a creepy thought indeed). No, it was the fact that over the past few weeks, nearly everyone in this world had lost someone close to them: a friend, a family member... or both, given the number of people disappearing. Crow couldn't help but feel like an idiot, having dismissed Nanao's warnings of the occurrence being suspicious. Not that it would change anything now that she was gone, too.
But two close friends disappearing in such short period of time? That was just low, Johto. Crow wouldn't wish that happening upon his worst enemy, much less a friend like Heather. He knew from experience that wasn't something that could be easily dealt with, which was why when he found out about Rise, it didn't take him more than a few seconds to decide what he needed to do. Granted, Heather had Harry and Henry by her side, but... okay, "the more the merrier" wasn't exactly a right phrase to use here, but the point was, he was definitely not going to leave her without support now.
A huge advantage of being a trainer of Flying Pokémon was that it allowed to cut down the travel time that would normally take weeks to mere hours, and it wasn't long since their last conversation until the duelist reached Route 38. The plain area made it pretty easy to find the person he was looking for, too -- and soon, a Pidgeot carrying one duelist would land near Heather, the passenger waving at her with a faint smile.
"Oi, Heather!"
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"Oh, c'mon! Who wouldn't wanna be surprised by the great Crow-sama?"
Little did he know how wrong he was...
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Even BEFORE Silent Hill, Harry had been an outspoken advocate for gun ownership...
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"Alright, alright. No surprises in store for him!"
For the time being.
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"Good. Your state of physical well-being will thank you for it."
At last, she pulled out of the hug, rubbing the side of her face with one hand tiredly. Ever since they had left Ecruteak, she hadn't been sleeping very well. Every time she closed her eyes was a chance for Henry or her father to disappear...
"Well, anyway, they're back a ways. I was walking a little ahead."
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That slightly stiff but otherwise kind responsible adult? Crow really couldn't believe that... although being a duelist, he should know better than to judge people by appearances.
Letting her go somewhat reluctantly, he studied his friend carefully. She'd looked bad back when still in Ecruteak, but now...
"... When was the last time you slept?"
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She shrugged, rubbing at the bags she knew were under her eyes.
"A little last night. It's sort of hard to rest right when I can't get the thought that any time I close my eyes could be the last time I see someone out of my head."
Henry and her father specifically.
Aoko's disappearance back in September had come back to mind sharply-- she'd left the other girl for a few hours, saying 'See you later for dinner'. And then she was gone.
"Maybe it'll be easier once we get to the city."
The mental image of waking up in a deserted campground with two empty sleeping bags next to her was a little too powerful to banish easily.
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Perhaps being forewarned of a close friend leaving Johto wouldn't make it any easier to come to terms with it when it happened, but at least it wouldn't feel like being slapped across the face every few months.
"... I'm sorry."
To be honest, he wasn't even exactly sure what he meant by it -- whether he was apologizing for not being able to comfort her, or feeling sorry to see she's going through, or simply being sympathetic at the time of her loss.
Maybe all of the above.
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Then she spoke, voice soft.
"Don't. ... It's nobody's fault. ... 'Specially not yours."
There wasn't really... ANYTHING to say in situations like this, was there?
It happened over and over and all anyone could do was pick up the pieces and move on.