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Who: Cybil Bennett and Cheryl/Heather Mason
Where: a coffee shop in Violet City
When: Saturday the 12, sometime after Heather and the gang arrive
Summary: Cybil has been looking for a little girl. And that little girl is here and...a good decade older. And doesn't have black hair anymore either. And is running around calling herself Heather...it's time to play catch up.
Rating: G
Log:
It didn't take Cybil long to find the coffee shop Cheryl had been talking about. After resting for a bit in a nice, warm Pokemon Center, she had decided to do some scoping out of the local shops and buildings to kill time before it was time for the two of them to meet up an exchange words.
Before, Cybil had been mildly enthused to meet the little girl who had been giving her father so much trouble in that frighteningly empty town. But now...she was hesitant. The girl had introduced herself as the notorious Cheryl, but people around here...at least that Phoenix fellow, went around calling her Heather. A nickname, apparently, but where on earth would one get 'Heather' from 'Cheryl'? Unless...she had a middle name and preferred to be called by it.
Or...it had something to do with that cult. But alas, Cybil was out of the loop, and thus was going to look for answers in the not-so-little little girl Harry had been searching for.
Heather would find Harry's cop-buddy sitting alone at a small booth in the coffee shop (both Pokemon in their respective Pokeballs), nursing a hot cup of Joe in front of her while gazing out the window. She looked right at home, comfortable and calm, but stern at the same time, patiently waiting.
Where: a coffee shop in Violet City
When: Saturday the 12, sometime after Heather and the gang arrive
Summary: Cybil has been looking for a little girl. And that little girl is here and...a good decade older. And doesn't have black hair anymore either. And is running around calling herself Heather...it's time to play catch up.
Rating: G
Log:
It didn't take Cybil long to find the coffee shop Cheryl had been talking about. After resting for a bit in a nice, warm Pokemon Center, she had decided to do some scoping out of the local shops and buildings to kill time before it was time for the two of them to meet up an exchange words.
Before, Cybil had been mildly enthused to meet the little girl who had been giving her father so much trouble in that frighteningly empty town. But now...she was hesitant. The girl had introduced herself as the notorious Cheryl, but people around here...at least that Phoenix fellow, went around calling her Heather. A nickname, apparently, but where on earth would one get 'Heather' from 'Cheryl'? Unless...she had a middle name and preferred to be called by it.
Or...it had something to do with that cult. But alas, Cybil was out of the loop, and thus was going to look for answers in the not-so-little little girl Harry had been searching for.
Heather would find Harry's cop-buddy sitting alone at a small booth in the coffee shop (both Pokemon in their respective Pokeballs), nursing a hot cup of Joe in front of her while gazing out the window. She looked right at home, comfortable and calm, but stern at the same time, patiently waiting.