2 | video [open action to folks in Cherrygrove]

[goodcop]

[pretend this was posted at like, 12 noon today. Cybil's outside the Mart in Cherrygrove, sitting on a bench. despite the shitty temperatures, she just wants to get out for a little bit, though she looks kind of cold. she's letting her Pokemon stretch his legs.]

It looks like the weather's still bad, so it might be a few more days until I hit the road. But it feels kind of pointless going from town to town without any real agenda...unless we have to fight those Gym Leaders I keep hearing about.

Anyone know how the law enforcement works around here, and if there's any way I could be a part of it? I'm a cop back home, a damn good one, and it would kind of be nice having some form of income while helping others at the same time. It'll give me more of a purpose around here, if I am forced to stay here for however long.

[a pause, and she pats her knee.]

C'mere Rinty.

[her Houndour jumps up and takes a seat next to her. LOOKS LIKE CYBIL LEARNED TO EMBRACE HER HELLISH MUTT PARTNER. he sniffs the camera and rests his head in her lap. definitely a quiet-natured one. and less coldness on Cybil's part thanks to AWWWUH YEAH WARM FIRE TYPE~]

You know, like Rin Tin Tin? Cheesy as hell, I know. But if I'm stuck with him, I might as well try to make nice and give him a name. He's definitely come in handy with all this cold weather, it's like owning a portable heater.

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[foolishwren]

_{[Oooh yeah, she recognized that demonic mutt from the earlier video conversation-- and because Liquid had one, of course. She had to admit, while Cujo had pretty much ceased to look threatening to her within a few weeks, 'Houndours' still freaked her out. Fire-type too, even.]}

Rin Tin Tin, huh?

Dad would approve... he loved all those old corny TV shows.

_{[But at the bigger question, her expression sours a little and she shakes her head.]}

The cops here are assholes and the laws make no sense.

And I don't think they trust us foreigners, either.

'Least not enough to hire any of us.

<sub>[IS THAT SOME ANTI-AUTHORITARIAN SCORN THERE IN YOUR TONE, HEATHER?]

[Meanwhile, the somewhat-equally-cheesily-named Cujo has inched onto the screen to get a better look at the OTHER DOG OMG WTF. His big black nose is leaving wet marks on the glass.]</sub>

[dontshootmebro.livejournal.com]

I'm not exactly creative when it comes to naming pets. As a kid I went through at least ten Goldfish named 'Goldy'. Rin Tin Tin is about as good as it gets for a dog without it being Sparky or Fido.

[a chuckle, and she smirks.]

Somehow I'm not surprised.

[but hearing about the law enforcement and fellow cops around here kind of makes her feel a bit sour. she frowns lightly.]

Damn shame. I know not a lot of cops are the shining example of what the law should be but...damn. That's kind of a killjoy.

[SHE SENSES IT BUT SHE'S NOT GOING TO COMMENT ON THAT. YET. so long as you don't question her authority or anything. B|

Unlike Cujo, Rinty's a hell of a lot calmer and just casually puts his face closer to the camera without smudging it. It doesn't look happy because standard Houndour look is RAWRG INTIMIDATING RAWR FIERCE but his small tail is wagging a little.]

[foolishwren]

I guess I'm not the best, either... _{[At least not at first. She'd still been more or less sure that a way home would present itself with some poking around, and as such, had slapped her first couple of Pokemon with names that... couldn't really be taken back, now. Cujo probably couldn't be more the opposite of his namesake if he tried.]} I never had a pet before now... Snuck frogs into the house sometimes, but that's it. _{[And you can just go right ahead and imagine Harry's reaction to finding big green bullfrogs in his eight-year-old's sock drawer. It probably played out pretty much exactly like you'd expect it to.]}

Yeah. They just... they're ridiculous. There's this weird warrant system, and-- .... well, it's easy to stay outta trouble, I guess, but... <sub>[... Of course, Ms. 'Easy to Stay Outta Trouble' had gotten slammed with a warrant on her head for violent assault and resisting arrest in the first few months she'd been here, so...]

[UNFORTUNATELY SHE IS HEATHER AND QUESTIONING AUTHORITY IS WHAT HEATHERS DO, but for the moment, she's still more or less overcome with wonder at getting to meet Cybil friggin' Bennett.]</sub>

They're not evil, I guess, but that's about all they've got going for 'em. <sub>[GRUMP. Needless to say, Heather's opinion is a bit biased. The Jennies had their work cut out for them managing so many otherworldly 'tourists' and they did the best they could. ... Which wasn't always great, but...]

[Cujo, on the other hand, is a friggin' spazz. When the other dog leans closer, he starts to wriggle and raises his voice to a few yips which quickly become fully-fledged barks of enthusiastic greeting, his bushy, pony-like tail whipping back and forth seriously. And hitting his trainer in the head.]</sub>

What the f-- ow! Cooj, cut it out!

[dontshootmebro.livejournal.com]

Frogs.

[a smirk. she is imagining it and right now all she can in-vision are hilarious shenanigans set to Benny Hill.]

Well, they must be frustrated with all these new people filtering in. The locals seem to act as though nothing is up, but I'm sure the law enforcement here knows something fishy is going on. They're probably just trying their best at managing the sudden influx of non-natives.

[cynical, yes, but Cybil at least has an appreciation for the law and those who uphold it, and while she's WELL aware of crooked cops, and isn't exactly defending the Jennies she's...well...

It's the law. It's something that exists mostly everywhere and it's some glimmer of hope. Or. Something. IDK.]

So long as the people here are safe, then I guess the law enforcement here isn't so sad. When in Rome...

[Cybil looks amused at Cujo's antics, while Rinty's ears pin back slightly because WOAH SUDDEN LOUD BARKS WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS POKEMON. his tail is still wagging a little but...lol it almost looks sympathetic as though to say 'I feel so sorry for Heather right now, having to deal with this...spazz'.]

Cujo, right?

[foolishwren]

_{[That's... probably pretty accurate, actually.]}

I guess so... _{[As much as she dislikes them, Heather can grudgingly admit that they were in a pretty difficult position. Getting dozens upon dozens of people from different dimensions showing up was almost like having visitors from space suddenly landing en masse once a week and no way to stop it or make them go home.]} The locals... I'm honestly not sure all of them even know some of us are foreign beyond... particularly clueless tourists, I guess... but word does spread sometimes and some of them have gotten a little wary.

_{[New Barkers in particular had gotten even more determined to keep their doors shut to the weekly flood of newbies after getting collectively beaten up when one of said newbies went psycho. It had been months ago but memory lasted longer than bruises, apparently.]}

And ehh... _{[She makes a face and a 'so-so' gesture with one hand.]} There's been... stuff. <sub>[Kidnappings. Disappearances. Not to mention one hell of a 'you're on your own' culture in general... but ...]

[In any case, she brightens up a little despite herself when the topic's shifted, and busies herself shoving the dog's shaggy butt aside so that she can have more of the screen again, although he's still sorta spazzing around to the side.]</sub>

Yep, that's him. He's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. _{[As was... plainly obvious.]}