bluedespitebeing | Second Injection. [video - backdated to the night of the 9th.]

I've been thinking about words.

[Hello, Route! Today, this nurse is blood- and static-free, and she's also tied her hair back in a loose ponytail. Seems she's quite comfortable. Her tone is more one of musing, than confusion, which is always a step-up in her book.]

Things can have a price, but they can also have a worth. And both of those are good things, generally, and reflect something's value. So why is it good when something is priceless, but not when it's worthless?

[Lisa shakes her head.]

I suppose it's not important. But--

[She's cut off by a sharp series of taps at her window behind her, and she turns to see...a Hoothoot. And frowns. That thing sure is staring at her pretty hard...]

Again? Maybe I shouldn't have fed it...

Current Location: Violet City.

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foolishwren

_{[Fortunately, Heather looks quite a lot more stable than the last time they talked. Not bright and sunshiney like she was when she first greeted Lisa to Johto, but... better, anyway.]}

Very philosophical...

_{[Then she catches sight of the Hoothoot and grins a little.]}

I'm starting to think it's a tradition for us to wind up getting followed around by those things...

Gonna catch it?

From:

bluedespitebeing

[It's definitely a relief to see the girl doing better--after all, wounds should heal. With their history, Lisa might have distanced herself further had Heather still been as bad as before.

She focuses on the words, though, instead of those hypothetical feelings.]

Ah... Do these pokemon do this kind of thing often?

[The nurse studies the bird again, who puffs out his chest a bit before pressing his beak against the window.]

...I'm not sure. I only fed him because Peony kept stealing his food. [A pause, before her tone becomes a bit more uncertain.] Will he keep following me, if I don't?

From:

foolishwren

_{[In all honesty, Heather probably wouldn't have blamed her if that had been the case. The kind of deep, burning helplessness and rage she'd felt a few weeks ago... that sort of emotion is strong. And toxic. And while it couldn't hope to compare with what she had felt during those seven years on that hospital bed... it was the same rage.]

[But yes. She was doing better. Heather wouldn't let herself sink into despair. Couldn't. No matter how bad things got, you had to keep going. She'd done it after her life had been chewed up and spat out again by Silent Hill a year before coming here, and she'd do it again. No matter how difficult.]

[So she smiles, and it's genuine even if it's a little subdued.]}

Sometimes, if they're friendly and they decide they like you.

Those round owls, though, us Silent Hill survivors seem to attract those little guys like magnets. _{[It's like a tradition by this point! A round... owly tradition.]}

They're pretty persistent... my buddy Henry-- dunno if you've talked to him-- he had one that like... legit followed him from New Bark all the way across the country.

... Yours looks friendlier, though.

_{[There's a reason that Henry left Walter Owl in the PC box.]}

From:

bluedespitebeing

Huh...

[Lisa slowly moved her eyes back over to the owl, where it seemed as if the Hoothoot still hadn't even entertained the idea of blinking. It hoots softly through the glass before smushing his face back against it.

HI LISA AND OTHER BLONDE LADY IN THE BOX. HI. PAY ATTENTION TO ME.]

I...see... That's a bit, uh... [Weird.]

...I might catch it. If it doesn't go away by morning.

From:

foolishwren

_{[AREN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST THING ABUBUBUBUUU--]

[Heather won't lie, as creepy as Hoothoots are, she's grown to find them adorable. Which is why she sort of grins at the unstated 'weird'.]}

Something tells me it's still gonna be there. At least it's not doing those freaky owl old-woman-screams, right?

_{[Heather you're not helping]}

Second Injection. [video - backdated to the night of the 9th.]

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