67. [4TH WALL EVENT POST]

[foolishwren]

[So that night, y'know, Heather and presumably a lot of other people getting ready to head off from Olivine in the morning after all that stormy chaos had all either conked out in the Center or checked into the (distinctly crappier than Goldenrod's, for the record-- PEH) local inn for the night.]

[And in the morning, all would be normal and Heather'

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[blacklodged]

[Oh hey, it's Heather!- and ... ... actually, he's not even going to try to put a name on that thing. He keeps a wary look trained on it as he goes up to her. Sort of carefully. As is his tone. :| What if he angers it he really isn't sure what he's supposed to do about its presence.]

Heather. What is that?

[foolishwren]

[HI THERE COOPER.]

[Guess you won't have to rely on second-hand sources for examples of Silent Hill wtfery for the moment.]

[Heather, for her part, looks angrier than the creature... although when Cooper approaches? It stops investigating the contents of Heather's bag and straightens all the way up, folding its arms. >8( It's watching you Cooper.]

Cooper.

That is an angel.

[blacklodged]

[...what is he doing wrong, creepy-creature-thing? Can't he talk to Heather? :c]

[At the statement, though, he does a double-take. A long one, before turning back to her and managing to pull off a raised brows/frown combo.]

... Looks pretty different from your average storybook version of one.

[foolishwren]

[WELL OBVIOUSLY HE MIGHT WANT TO HURT HER, AND THEREFORE HURT THE BABY. ... Which... doesn't exist anymore, but don't tell Valtiel that.]

[Heather just sighs.]

Well, that's why they call it the 'storybook' version... bit different from reality.

[blacklodged]

[... alright, not telling him that. Don't even want to talk to him, so that should work out.]

[And -- huh. Coop's pretty sure he's seen a storybook angel, actually. He's not entirely sure, but he does look distracted and distant for a moment as he tries to place the sudden - memory? insight? realisation?]

[In the end, he settles with just glancing back at the thing. And then studies Heather for a moment and proceeds to make a very good guess.]

It's from Silent Hill, isn't it?

[foolishwren]

[Alas, Heather's belief in storybook angels was pretty much shattered by that charming little resort town.]

[Which, with a sigh, she confirms as the creature's place of origin.]

... Yep.

Yeah. It is.

[blacklodged]

[Which is completely understandable. Coop is admittedly majorly creeped out by this angel which probably shows, again, mostly in his voice and speech as it halts a little.]

And it's ... your guardian angel?

[foolishwren]

I guess you could call it that.

[Although if you wanted to get technical, it wasn't Heather's guardian angel... it belonged to the thing she'd once carried. Realistically put, Valtiel didn't really give much of a crap about Heather herself.]

[blacklodged]

[Well. Coop actually has a hand on his face in a rare show of "I don't even". And that's pretty much it, actually - what else can he say, really? You know, he's usually pretty quick with accepting strange things, but this is - honestly - too much for anyone.]

[foolishwren]

[... Yeah, it's kind of a lot to take in. Heather realizes this, so she sort of shuts up there and just facepalms as well.]

[Valtiel, meanwhile, is taste-testing Heather's pillow. With a long, wiry black tongue protruding from the back of his head.]

[blacklodged]

[...nice.]

[Another moment of silence, then, except for Valtiel. It takes Coop a little longer to get back into his normal pattern of thinking, but once there, he is pretty good at detaching himself. And since the creature doesn't seem too aggressive, well.]

... How many are there like it?

[foolishwren]

... I think this one's one of a kind.

But there are other gods and angels out there.

[Many gods and angels....]

[blacklodged]

[Yeah, still looking at this angel every now and then. How can he not.]

Not restricted to Silent Hill?

[foolishwren]

[Heather blinks, then pauses.]

.... Uh-- ... well, probably not... but I was talking about the ones in... that place.

[There probably WERE other gods... but the only ones Heather knew of, knew were REAL in some way, shape, or form, were the ones of the Order. She'd dealt with the biggie... but there was more wrong with that place than just the god that waited to be born.]