86. [Video/Action for Ecruteak] Christmas morning.
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[You know what makes a good alarm clock on Christmas morning? ... Besides small children? ... DOGS.]
[There was once a time when a Christmas with the Masons involved Heather using her father's bed as a trampoline. But by this point, she's more interested in sleeping in. You know, in general. But that's hard to do with Pokemon around.]Ugh ( Read more... )
[You know what makes a good alarm clock on Christmas morning? ... Besides small children? ... DOGS.]
[There was once a time when a Christmas with the Masons involved Heather using her father's bed as a trampoline. But by this point, she's more interested in sleeping in. You know, in general. But that's hard to do with Pokemon around.]Ugh ( Read more... )
And so currently he stands outside of the Pokémart, Valtiel and Cleopatra on either side, the little Meowth acting alone and cutesy, getting close and then pick-pocketing the kindly trainers and townsfolk.
He knows that Heather
and company are in Ecutreak, and he expected that sooner or later, he'd bump into them... so when he sees the back of Heather, he can only give a shit eating grin and speak out.]
Merry Christmas, Heather...
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[But needless to say, that sneer is enough to stop her in her tracks. She freezes, then turns around partially.]
[... Oh, great.]
... Vincent.
[Attention grabbed by his trainer's hesitation, Cujo (who, in person, is a veritable MONSTER of a Growlithe in size, especially with his winter coat in full bloom) turns, ears perking. He's not the ornery sort, so rather than growl like a Pokemon who was more aware of their trainer's feelings might, he merely pants happily and makes trot forward and greet Vincent.]
[But he's halted by Heather reaching out to grab the scruff of his neck and keep him by her.]
When did you get here?
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Before Heather stopped Cujo, Valtiel had also stepped forward, growling in defense. 'Your trainer is hostile, Cujo, and so you can't come near.' Valtiel doesn't want to have to fight Cujo- it's obvious that he's a higher level- but he has to defend Vincent no matter what.]
Recently. [He's twirling something in between his fingers, idly. Notice that seal, Heather? You tried so hard to get it. He's staying silent, obviously attracting attention to it; he wants to see your reaction.]
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[Fortunately for all of them, he's a little better-trained by this point than he was when Heather got him (let's HOPE he is anyway, after a whole year and a half...), so he stays against Heather's leg, whining slightly.]
[The motion gets Heather's attention immediately and her eyes flick to the Seal... her reaction might not be as spectacular as Vincent was hoping, considering she'd already found her own flashlight from back home that morning, but she sure as hell notices it.]
[Her eyes narrow.]
What do you want.
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Vincent pouts, looking a little 'offended'.]
What... Am I not allowed to wish you a Merry Christmas? [He doesn't even celebrate it.]
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[Heather just glares, wrapping her hands in Cujo's shaggy fur and pulling him closer.]
You're allowed to wish me a merry Christmas, just like I'm allowed to know that you never do anything without some ulterior motive.
[She wants to know where the hell he's staying-- is it close to her and her family? God, she hopes not... but she can't exactly come right out and ask.]
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It's about time we met, don't you agree? We've been here for so long. [Well, you have, Heather; five months for him. It's still long.]
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[She says this in a scathing tone that's entirely inappropriate for the holiday.]
Stay away from my family.
[He can bother her if he wants-- she's willing to put up with that. But if he tries anything funny on the people she cares about...]
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No, you didn't. I did.
I don't want you or anyone else in your stupid religion coming near my family again.
[... Yeah, fat chance of that actually working, but... it's worth a try, right?]
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Then you'll have to speak with Claudia.
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I already have.
... I don't think she's going to. [Hurt them, that is. Although Heather can't get rid of the instinctive fear in her gut, her head knows that it wouldn't make any sense. In light of that, she lets out a scoff.]
Why would she?
She thinks this is Paradise.
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Is that a risk you're willing to take?
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She's insane but she isn't a liar.
I--
[... Trust her? ... No... she can't say that because it's not really trust. Can you trust a person who you hate?]
... She thinks I made this place. Me and God. Or maybe just me. Who the hell knows if she thinks we're the same thing anymore. If Dad's in Paradise? That means he's fucking forgiven and she can't touch him or I'LL personally see that she's purged right out of this place with fucking FIRE.
I made that clear.
[... But deep down, no. She's not sure of her words at all.]
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