true grey

BALANCEBONDED is an independent pkmn BW "Grey" version AU original protagonist. Which is a lot of words to say I'm making shit up. Sideblog to her0tales, canon kyurem is @kyuureimu. meme tag // headcanons // public vs private information

ofc heidi is also from Nuvema but she's a couple years younger than the actual BW protags, she probably knows Bianca via working with Juniper but doesn't really have any connection to the protags otherwise

she never really had any direct encounters with Plasma beyond maybe seeing a couple of their rallys and the TV reports. she still thought the pokémon liberation thing was fucking stupid.

What a strange man.

Heidi didn't know what to make of him. In many ways, he looked exactly the way one would expect at a school like Blueberry. A well-groomed older gentleman in a fine suit, making pleasant conversation with one of the students. The monocle was unusual, but reasonable enough—likely more of a necessity than a fashion statement. But the cape... how bizzare. It was gaudy, painfully so when contrasted with his otherwise professional attire. Still, he seems pleasant enough...

Hecate's growling ceases - she seems to have made whatever point she was trying to make - and she settles into Heidi's arms. Heidi stifles a laugh at the man's musings. More in tune with the world, huh? Well, she couldn't argue with that... but knowing her partner, it seemed far more likely that Hecate simply didn't like the look of the guy.

Maybe it shouldn't come as a surprise when he introduces himself as one of the school's founders. It probably took some very rich, very eccentric folks to even think of building an underwater biosphere, and then make it a school of all things.

"Um... it's nice to meet you, sir." She gives a nod in greeting, arms otherwise occupied with holding her pokémon. She only ever seems to turn her gaze to Galt for brief moments - enough to appear that she's listening - before looking back down at Hecate, or off into the distance behind him.

Wait... which hall was she in now? Heidi frowned, checking the number plates on classroom doors. She could have sworn she'd taken a left after leaving her history class, but... The elevator was nowhere to be seen, and the hallway was full of students that she didn't recognize. She definitely hasn't been in this section of the school yet.

Ugh... she just wanted some lunch. Why did it feel like she was the only one here who hadn't memorized the school's layout? All of the hallways looked identical, differentiated only by the number plates on each classroom doors. Desperate, Heidi pulls aside another student - an underclassman, she guessed?

There's no wind in the Terrarium.

It was one of the many reasons Heidi found it suffocating. The underwater biosphere always felt painfully artificial. Even with all the effort that had gone into making it feel as real as possible - the grass, the water, the pokemon - she could never quite give into the illusion. She could never forget that this was all fake.

Even drawing couldn't seem to take her mind off of it. It was almost funny - the Terrarium was perfect for it. The air was never too hot or cold. No rain to ruin her paper, and the abundant light made it easy to see. But in the last hour of sketching, erasing, sketching again, scrapping her work over and over, Heidi could never quite make herself feel comfortable. Eventually, frustration got the better of her and she packed up her things. She needed some fresh air. Real air.

Not many students hung around the school's entrance. That alone was a point in its favor; fewer people to interrupt her focus. The sea air and ocean waves remind her of home in Nuvema. Much better.

No sooner than she'd sat down to resume did the wind start to pick up. Irritating, but... tolerable. That is, until it begins to rip at her sketchbook. One good gust is all it takes, and - fwoosh! Loose paper tears itself free from between her sketchbook pages and is snatched up by the wind. Shit!

Heidi breaks into a run to chase after the pages, nearly tripping over her own feet as she does. She successfully snatches one or two from the air. The rest play keep-away as the wind carries them down the dock. Three more flutter out of reach, while another two fly smack into the path of another student. Heidi only barely dodges around her in her pursuit - shouting a 'sorry!' as she does. Alas, the last few strays are too far out of reach now; Heidi has to watch them drift away as she reaches the edge of the dock.

Dammit! She slumps, clutching what she had been able to catch tight to her chest. (Maybe she should have stayed in the Terrarium.) All the work she'd put into those drawings, now gone...

She almost forgets the other girl holding two more of her lost sketchbook pages. After a moment to mourn her lost work, she turns around to face her - clearly frustrated, but doing her best to push it down.