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I Can't Believe It's Another Hisui Catchall
Who: Heather Mason and YOU!
Where: Hisui
When: July/throughout the event
Summary: A catch-all for Heather Mason, who can be encountered doing various things and saying various swearwords under the cut.
Rating: PG-13 at most
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GENERAL INFO: During her time in Hisui, Heather will be a rather tatty bandit's outfit (she was late getting to the table with all the clothes), some cozy boots, and a blue cap. Heather's new starter is a Hisuian Growlithe who she has creatively named "Twojo" (her actual starter is a Growlithe named Cujo). Over the course of the event she will be catching a shiny Pikachu (!!) and a MYSTERY THIRD POKEMON I have not decided on yet.
She is very tired and not particularly happy about the possibility that she'll never get to see her other Pokemon ever again, but for the sake of other people who she's assuming probably feel the same way, she's at least trying not to be a complete vibe-ruiner over it.
PROMPT A: General Campground Presence
One of the few things that actually help get Heather's mind off of the less-than-ideal situation is keeping busy! When she's not actively exploring, she'll be fairly active around the campground, primarily in the form of keeping the firewood well-stocked and patrolling the camp's borders with Twojo (and a nice hefty stick, in case Twojo's barking doesn't do the trick) to keep high-leveled wild Pokemon from demolishing everything.
As a hot-water-enjoyer herself, she will also be readily volunteering Twojo's firey breath to help keep the showers nice and warm.
Maybe you're joining her on these ventures! Or maybe you desperately need to wash the stank off and there's nobody else around to heat the water for you. OR MAYBE you found her sacked out by the campfires after a long day of roughing it and are in the mood for some conversation.
PROMPT B: Training and Sparring
Being an otherworldly "old-timer" at this point, Heather is used to RARELY having to worry about encountering a problem that can't be at least adequately dealt with by whipping out a level 100 Pokemon.
Needless to say, suddenly being stuck in the untamed wilderness with NOTHING but a measley level-20 Pokemon? That's like... a baby. NAY, a zygote. And she doesn't like that, no SIR. By sunset on that very first day, Heather has thrown herself into vigorous training with Twojo, hoping to stack some levels onto this pup before they have the bad luck to encounter something they can't handle.
Which means she is looking for folks to engage in friendly training battles with! She can't be the only one who's in a hurry to toughen up their new friend in case things go awry.
On that note, she won't say no to friendly sparring, either. When they're all in one place like this, maybe it's a good opportunity to meet some other folks who are into that kind of thing. You never know when you might have to jump in and just punch a wild Pokemon in the face yourself.
PROMPT C: WILDCARD!
You got another idea? COOL, go for it! You can also ping me on Plurk for plotting if you'd like to brainstorm!
Where: Hisui
When: July/throughout the event
Summary: A catch-all for Heather Mason, who can be encountered doing various things and saying various swearwords under the cut.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Log:

GENERAL INFO: During her time in Hisui, Heather will be a rather tatty bandit's outfit (she was late getting to the table with all the clothes), some cozy boots, and a blue cap. Heather's new starter is a Hisuian Growlithe who she has creatively named "Twojo" (her actual starter is a Growlithe named Cujo). Over the course of the event she will be catching a shiny Pikachu (!!) and a MYSTERY THIRD POKEMON I have not decided on yet.
She is very tired and not particularly happy about the possibility that she'll never get to see her other Pokemon ever again, but for the sake of other people who she's assuming probably feel the same way, she's at least trying not to be a complete vibe-ruiner over it.
PROMPT A: General Campground Presence
One of the few things that actually help get Heather's mind off of the less-than-ideal situation is keeping busy! When she's not actively exploring, she'll be fairly active around the campground, primarily in the form of keeping the firewood well-stocked and patrolling the camp's borders with Twojo (and a nice hefty stick, in case Twojo's barking doesn't do the trick) to keep high-leveled wild Pokemon from demolishing everything.
As a hot-water-enjoyer herself, she will also be readily volunteering Twojo's firey breath to help keep the showers nice and warm.
Maybe you're joining her on these ventures! Or maybe you desperately need to wash the stank off and there's nobody else around to heat the water for you. OR MAYBE you found her sacked out by the campfires after a long day of roughing it and are in the mood for some conversation.
PROMPT B: Training and Sparring
Being an otherworldly "old-timer" at this point, Heather is used to RARELY having to worry about encountering a problem that can't be at least adequately dealt with by whipping out a level 100 Pokemon.
Needless to say, suddenly being stuck in the untamed wilderness with NOTHING but a measley level-20 Pokemon? That's like... a baby. NAY, a zygote. And she doesn't like that, no SIR. By sunset on that very first day, Heather has thrown herself into vigorous training with Twojo, hoping to stack some levels onto this pup before they have the bad luck to encounter something they can't handle.
Which means she is looking for folks to engage in friendly training battles with! She can't be the only one who's in a hurry to toughen up their new friend in case things go awry.
On that note, she won't say no to friendly sparring, either. When they're all in one place like this, maybe it's a good opportunity to meet some other folks who are into that kind of thing. You never know when you might have to jump in and just punch a wild Pokemon in the face yourself.
PROMPT C: WILDCARD!
You got another idea? COOL, go for it! You can also ping me on Plurk for plotting if you'd like to brainstorm!
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[Normally a greeting like that would come out gruff, but today it comes as a tired, relieved sigh. Said greeting comes from a tall skinny man with a loud purple kimono with a sentient blue beach ball at his heels.]
You the one heating the showers this morning?
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[Perhaps under normal circumstances, she might have quipped something along the lines of "Nah, I'm just sitting here hoping to see some naked butts", but she is genuinely too tired to be snotty.]
[She gestures to the small Growlithe-- roughly cocker-spaniel-sized, curled up at her feet.]
Yeah.
You want regular heat or 'scald the filth from my flesh' heat?
I'm told the latter is actually pretty therapeutic.
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[He hesitates, almost as if he's shy. Which he's NOT. Not this guy.]
I wanted to say thanks. Sleeping on the ground has been wrecking my lower back and the hot shower is the only thing that helps. So. Thanks.
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[Her next words are punctuated with a yawn, which the dog at her feet promptly echoes.]
Glad it helps.
Honestly a few more days of this and my lower back would probably just up and leave if it weren't for the showers.
[Thank Nephelis, Arceus, WHOEVER for the person that set it up. Was it Sion? She hadn't really been paying attention to the details.]
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A.
He goes over with a sincere but weary smile.]
Hi. Thanks for keeping the firewood stocked. I don't think we've met. I'm Radley.
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[UNLIKE SOME PLACES SHE CAN THINK OF (HERE).]
[She looks up from her stacking, dusting her hands off and offering a weary smile of her own in return.]
Hey, no prob. Someone's gotta.
I'm Heather.
[She extends a rough, calloused hand to shake.]
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Were you in Johto before coming here?
[He's not sure which is worse, although at least those coming in fresh don't have to be hurting for Pokemon left behind. There would still be the ache of any loved ones left back in their own world, though.]
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Yeah.
Been spending most of my time a little east of Ecruteak working on my gym but I usually haunt the Goldenrod area.
You?
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"So that's... Quick Attack and Rock Smash, very good. What else can you do at the moment?"
Send little stars flying everywhere, that's what else she can do. But surely identifying her full list of attack would be easier with a friendly match!
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But it's something of a relief to see that she isn't the only Champion who is adjusting to this.
"Hey."
She announces her presence from a fair distance away-- you never want to startle a Pokemon when it's in the middle of using a bunch of attacks. Her Growlithe is trotting along at her heels.
"Trying to figure out how much these variants have in common with the ones we're used to, huh?"
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"Ah, Heather. It's been some time."
A simple observation, or an absolutely terrible attempt at a pun? Who knows.
Heather's presence is enough to make his Sneasel stop attacking immediately, so at least some progress as already been made. Be it in combat safety or in manners.
"I am., which would be much easier if I had my TMs or if I could test moves against the rest of my team. If nothing else, I can already tell she's as swift as her cousins in Johto. And what of your... is that a Growlithe?"
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Both in response to his observation, and his question.
"This region's version of one, anyway. Or... this time's version of one."
She's not sure which.
"A whole lot smaller than my first starter, but... Cujo admittedly is kind of a freak of nature. Anyway... so what've you learned so far?"
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When he spots a familiar face and slowly blinks.
Huh. Been a while since they were in proximity. Well, this is kinda embarrassing.
"...Heh. Never thought I'd miss indoor plumbing."
Smalltalk is hard, but. Well. Sure. Why not? Good to socialize even in these weird circumstances.
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Heather's wistful I'm-thinking-about-modern-sleeping-bags-and-how-much-I-miss-them expression snaps back to reality when he approaches, and after looking up at him she actually has to stifle a sympathetic half-smirk at the sight.
The last time she'd seen him in person was... shit, probably the whole business with Necrozma. Which, while certainly not the sort of ordeal one would emerge from in pristine condition, they had at least returned it from victorious and (at least in Heather's case) feeling extremely cool.
This is whole 'nother story. And Riku in particular has always struck her as someone fairly serious and dignified, so this is probably the most pitiable state she's ever seen him in. But it's not like she looks any better. ... Well, her hair is twig-free. She'll give herself that.
No need to point it out, though.
Sitting up from her slouch, she winces at the audible crack her spine produces in the process.
"Right? Usually what sustains me when I stagger through the wilderness is the radiant promise of the Pokemon Center showers and those little white towels that are fresh out of the dryer. But now I don't even have that. I'm going to crumble into dust."
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He blinks slowly for a sec, and... ah. Plucks out one of the twigs. Slightly more dignified, but only slightly.
"Ugh, and we can't even go into town because we're 'outsiders.' I'm all for character-building experiences, but this feels like a big 'careful what you wish for' situation." He rubs his neck, sighing. "Doesn't help that we're without our teams."
Thankfully, his new partner isn't in earshot when he says that. Probably off snacking.
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Heather had entered this world as a teenager who very much thought she was an adult, and now by some strange process has become an adult who feels like... well, not a teenager exactly. More like a Fake Adult.
A slight grimace crosses her face at the mention of their teams' absence. She's been trying not to think about that, but with each passing hour it gets harder and harder not to.
Fortunately, being performatively annoyed about this place's various inconveniences is a good distraction.
"Yeah, that's honestly one of the weirder things about this place. Being afraid of the Pokemon I kinda get, now that I've seen the wild ones in action, but afraid of us? What exactly do they think we'll do if we get into town? Go feral and start biting people?"
SHE'S NOT IMPRESSED, OLD-TIMEY VILLAGERS.
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ack! somehow I didn't get a notif for this o_o; sorry for the SUPER late reply
and then I tagged you back super late SO IT EVENS OUT lol
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Because you also might have to jump on one of your teammates who are trying to punch an Alpha Pokemon themselves.
"Feel up for a few rounds?"
He sets a bucket down near his feet as he asks. Inside said bucket is a very small, very delighted little Mantyke. Her head pokes up, and she proceeds to squeak and trill at both Heather and Twojo.
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Turning at the sound of Shiro's voice, she smirks at the sight of his outfit. TWINSIES.
"Sounds like fun. So, you were late to the clearance sale too, huh?"
Lifting her arms, she makes a show of flexing. Even though she's probably as athletically toned as she's ever been, there's never much visible to show off. Which makes pretending there is one of her favorite, never-gets-old jokes.
"Good thing I got a gun license."
Har har.
Meanwhile, Twojo warily regards the bucket and its occupant. Not too long ago, the naiive pooch got squirted in the face by a well-intentioned Spheal and now Water-Types are to be approached with caution. She lets out a little WHF.
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It sounds absurd to say out loud, but it was true. Fortunately, Heather has the audacity to pull that little move, and Shiro's embarrassment disappears. He ends up laughing, shaking his head. It's a very good joke, especially where he's concerned.
"Wow, yeah. You've got me beat for sure."
Says the brick wall with legs.
Pancake pops her head out of the bucket, beaming. She squeaks, and reaches out with a flipper - trying to pet the puppy. Very much like a toddler saying Doggy!
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I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS AGES AGO
ITS OKAY
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[But whatever, training his new Spheal helps keep him from worrying about the rest of his team, wherever they might be. So when he sees someone working with a fire dog, he watches for a few minutes--sneakily, mind you, all sniper-y and assassin-like--before emerging from the bushes and approaching. It would be much more intimidating if he wasn't wearing a bright yellow Pikachu mask over his face.]
Hey.
[He gestures to his Spheal, Ball, who waves one cheerful flipper at Heather and Twojo.]
Any training tips? This one isn't much of a fighter.
[Lies! Lies and slander! Ball is very much... yeah, he's a lover and not a fighter. But he's also smart enough to recognise that his water would have an unfair advantage over Twojo, and he's no bully. Why can't he go frolic somewhere with Twojo and Mando and Heather can beat up on each other? This seems like a perfectly reasonable compromise to him!]
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JEEZUS-- [WAIT IT'S A MASK.]
Holy shit.
[She puffs a tuft of hair out of her face and puts a hand on her chest theatrically, regarding Mando and Ball with palpable relief.]
Sorry, for a split second I thought this place had the most horrifying regional Pikachu variant imaginable.
[(She is going to lose her fucking mind when she sees a Sneasler.)]
Tips... well, uh, starting small is always good. Before I tried doing any real battles I just had Twojo here practice her moves on like, shrubs...
[The little Growlithe, who normally has a pretty bubbly demeanor, is actually hanging back behind her trainer's legs, watching Ball uncertainly with a slow sway of her tail. Heather notices this after a second or two and leans down to give the pooch a reassuring pat.]
Oh-- sorry, someone else's Spheal squirted her in the face a little while ago so I guess she's a bit gunshy. C'mon, girl, that was an accident.
[And Ball, frankly, looks smarter than the other one.]
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No, not a Pokemon.
[Still salty about the stupid Pikachu mask, though.]
[Mando nods at Heather's advice--he's been doing some of that already, Ball has watered quite a few shrubs around the camp--but then he notices the Pokemon dog.]
It's okay, pup.
[He bends down and drops a hand to Ball's head.]
Ball won't squirt you. He'd probably rather be friends.
[Ball barks in agreement. Yes, friendship sounds much better, thank you.]
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[So yeah. Back to basics partner bonding time.]
[He's spent all morning just hanging out with the little guy, but now it's time to get some battle practice in. Luckily, he can see Heather hanging out near one of the open patches on the edge of camp, probably looking for the same thing. The Zorua is down near his ankles, trotting with his pointy little nose up and looking very self-important.]
Hey! Been looking for you, I think mine's ready to try a battle.
[Zorua yips in agreement. Yes, he's been convinced that his new human needs his very valuable help and that there will also be rewards in it for him.]
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[Twojo hears Envy and his partner coming before Heather does and starts bouncing excitedly, her tail becoming a blur. YES! YES, IT'S HER FRIENDS! Whom she has only known for a day or two.]
Yeah?
Got him to stop being an ankle-biter, huh?
[She crouches down once they're close enough and cautiously offers her hand for the tiny fox to sniff.]
Sounds good to me, I've been having her toast the occasional small shrub but I think she'd find an actual battle more interesting.
[And less of a fire hazard.]
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[Margrave yips again in agreement. Yes, he has decided that this is an acceptable name. He does have to give Heather's offered hand a bit of thought before deigning to lean forward and give it a quick sniff.]
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