You gladly gave me everything you had and more, you craved my happiness...
Who: Harry and Heather Mason
Where: Somewhere in the woods, en route from Violet to Goldenrod City.
When: Early in the week, not long after departing from Violet. Evening.
Summary: A week or two after his arrival in Johto, Heather is finally reunited with her father. For real this time, even! But almost two years (and one HELL of a nightmarish day in that town) have gone by for Heather since Harry died... before he could tell her the whole truth about both their pasts himself. It's time for both of them to fill each other in on what they missed... there's a lot to talk about.
Rating: Going to put it at PG-13 on account of the fact that Silent Hill canon talk can get very disturbing, very fast.
Log:
Camping had never exactly been the choice activity for a reclusive single dad and his daughter while she grew up-- unless epic blanket tents (created in the living room with or without his approval) counted.
But a good eleven months now had passed since Heather had arrived in this place where trees out-populated people and camping was something she'd gotten pretty good at.
The sun had just about sunk below the treeline, letting dusky shades creep in across the sky overhead. It wasn't summer yet, but the air was starting to thicken again with chirping insect noises and nighttime birdcalls. Hell, if you didn't pay too much attention to the exact sounds of the various cries, it could almost sound like a warm night outdoors back on Earth. ... Almost.
Truth was, Earth was far away and if that was forgotten at any point, the still-gently-rumbling Steelix, campfirelight flickering off of his polished sides, that encircled the little clearing they'd stopped in for the night was pretty much proof of that. But between the crackling fire (at which Heather had hardly flinched when she lit it, even if she had hopped backwards like it was going to bite her once it had gotten going on its own! She'd made progress since coming to this place) and the whirring cricket-noises (even they even WERE crickets here...), the scene was peaceful.
... Well, for the most part.
There was a cacophonous ripping of plastic as Heather dropped her pack onto her unrolled sleeping bag, and started to tear a package of some sort of jerky open with her teeth because that is what civilized and polite human beings do. They'd been on the road all day and she was starved.
"Want shome?"
Where: Somewhere in the woods, en route from Violet to Goldenrod City.
When: Early in the week, not long after departing from Violet. Evening.
Summary: A week or two after his arrival in Johto, Heather is finally reunited with her father. For real this time, even! But almost two years (and one HELL of a nightmarish day in that town) have gone by for Heather since Harry died... before he could tell her the whole truth about both their pasts himself. It's time for both of them to fill each other in on what they missed... there's a lot to talk about.
Rating: Going to put it at PG-13 on account of the fact that Silent Hill canon talk can get very disturbing, very fast.
Log:
Camping had never exactly been the choice activity for a reclusive single dad and his daughter while she grew up-- unless epic blanket tents (created in the living room with or without his approval) counted.
But a good eleven months now had passed since Heather had arrived in this place where trees out-populated people and camping was something she'd gotten pretty good at.
The sun had just about sunk below the treeline, letting dusky shades creep in across the sky overhead. It wasn't summer yet, but the air was starting to thicken again with chirping insect noises and nighttime birdcalls. Hell, if you didn't pay too much attention to the exact sounds of the various cries, it could almost sound like a warm night outdoors back on Earth. ... Almost.
Truth was, Earth was far away and if that was forgotten at any point, the still-gently-rumbling Steelix, campfirelight flickering off of his polished sides, that encircled the little clearing they'd stopped in for the night was pretty much proof of that. But between the crackling fire (at which Heather had hardly flinched when she lit it, even if she had hopped backwards like it was going to bite her once it had gotten going on its own! She'd made progress since coming to this place) and the whirring cricket-noises (even they even WERE crickets here...), the scene was peaceful.
... Well, for the most part.
There was a cacophonous ripping of plastic as Heather dropped her pack onto her unrolled sleeping bag, and started to tear a package of some sort of jerky open with her teeth because that is what civilized and polite human beings do. They'd been on the road all day and she was starved.
"Want shome?"