I Can't Believe It's Another Hisui Catchall

[foolishwren]

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
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!

Comments

A

[goldeneyeball]

Hey, you.

_{[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?

A.

[crystalmaster]

[Radley is very tired. He's happy that most of the people have been throwing themselves into fixing up the camp and making it as decent as possible. He doesn't recall ever seeing Heather around before, but he's not sure she's new. She seems too skilled, too knowledgeable about Pokemon. Maybe they just never happened to meet the other times everyone was in the same location, or maybe she didn't come to the Contest or Prom.

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.

B

[paladinlost]

Heather is not the only one who wants to get some levels into those helpless children. Just outside the camp, far enough to avoid causing any damage but close enough to come running if needed, Cecil is training his brand new Hisuian Sneasel. It's... going. Slowly.

"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!

A

[islandshore]

Riku... certainly looks like he could use a shower. His hair's a bit frazzled. There's some rather noticeable dirt on his clothes. There may even be a few twigs in his hair. He also looks... rather tired. So tired he's almost shambling about like a zombie, in fact...

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.

B

[shiro2hero]

Bandit outfits unite! If... only because the other outfits he was offered didn't really fit his arms very well. But, more importantly, he's caught sight of Heather occasionally sparring with other people herself. Which seems like a good idea for a lot of reasons. Not only because you might have to punch a pokemon yourself...

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.

B

[singlespacedad]

[Mando is definitely not a Pokemon old-timer, but he's quickly learning how vital it is to have a strong team. Everyone gets so pissy when you jump in and punch something yourself! Like, why not cut out the middle man and do things on your own?]

[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!]

B

[exeggutorhead]

[It had taken exactly one (very short) venture out into the Fieldlands for Envy to realize that yes, actually, he probably should bond with and train his Zorua, no matter how bratty it was. Clearly he needs WAY more back-watching than he's used to in this place. Sure, Pokemon in modern Johto will attack people sometimes, but here? A good 90% seem to be actively looking to maul people, sometimes before said people even notice them.]

[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.]