a friend in need...

[darkenedgales]

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!"

Comments

[foolishwren]

Heather had gone some distance ahead from her companions-- she wasn't avoiding them (and had in fact been all too keen to stick around closely, particularly at night... she didn't want to wake up only to find them gone...) but being alone with her thoughts was something she'd been needing a little of right now.

So it's with her hands in her pockets (and, oddly, that seemingly-eyeless little Tyrogue toddling along some ways behind her with the pale yellow egg in its hands-- apparently she hadn't smashed the egg after all) that she's tromping along through the somewhat bleak February terrain.

But at the sound of Crow's voice, she whipped her head up.

She'd known he was coming, of course... but seeing him in person was sort of another thing entirely.

Although she didn't return his greeting at first, she did pick up a slight jog towards the alighted Pidgeot.