Where am I today? I wish that I knew...

[foolishwren]

Who: Heather, Otacon, Rise
Where: In the woods outside Azalea
When: Shortly after this post. Late afternoon/early evening.
Summary: After rearing her ugly head after being missing for a little over a week and shambling around Azalea unwittingly making her presence known (not a good idea when you're a fugitive, even if most of the people she's

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[philanthrotaku]

If there was one thing Hal Emmerich was good at, it was hacking computers. If there were two things, hacking computers and building mechanical objects.

And if there were three, hacking computers, building mechanical objects, and hiding from the authorities. Granted, Philanthropy's usual hideouts were run down hotel rooms or studio apartments. A hastily organized camp in some corner of a dark forest? Might have been a bit of a downgrade, but it was that much better as a hiding place.

"We should be safe here." he remarked, sitting down with a heavy sigh before rummaging through his bag. It was almost amusing how he used 'we' despite Heather and Liquid being the fugitives--force of habit, really. Just like home.

"I know I have a first aid kit...Heather, come over here so I can take care of your injuries."

[restardom]

If there was one thing Rise Kujikawa was good at, it was singing and dancing. If there were two things (or three, if singing and dancing counted as two), singing and dancing and adapting incredibly quickly to whatever situation she found herself in. With some matchmaking on the side.

This was more adaptation than anything, though, and Rise had done her best to help out in a situation that she wasn't even fully clear on. Just as she'd promised Heather, she'd dropped by the inn to load up her backpack with a change of clothes and a jacket for her friend (she wasn't that much taller or bigger than Rise, after all), after she'd had a... very fun and exciting experience getting her favorite Growlithe taken care of at the Center

[foolishwren]

There were a few things Heather was good at.

One was definitely kicking ass. She was pretty sure that if she'd gone to college for that, she'd have a PHD within a year.

Another usually was keeping her own ass from getting kicked.

Sadly, the third was plain old getting herself in deep trouble and that was what she was best at right now.

Otacon's labcoat had made all the difference, though it didn't keep out the wind entirely-- she was still shivering even as she shuffled over to Otacon like a kid being told to come eat their lima beans. Not that she was against being patched up, no-- she knew damn well what she looked like. Didn't even need to see her reflection-- she could just feel it

[philanthrotaku]

"Don't worry. I'm more than used to patching up injuries."

He worked quickly but carefully, a fully-evolved Asimov coming out of his Pokeball to snuggle her arm like a living pillow made out of fluff and softness personified."Heh. I think he missed you too." Otacon smiled a little sadly, focusing on his work as he spoke almost absently.

Liquid, you had better be okay.

He glanced up as Rise and Cujo walked over, a little apprehensive until he fully realized who it was.

"Rise? H-hey. How're you doing?"