exeggutorhead | 35th Transformation [video/action

[Normally when this whole 'flash of light, powers back' thing happens, Envy's perfectly happy to enjoy being able to transform again. But this time he's got other things on his mind when he suddenly reappears in a place he's never been to before.]

[The first thing he notices is the music, which immediately puts him in mind of a flat world of pixels inhabited by prehistoric skeletons. He pulls out his 'Gear and turns on the video feed, frowning at the screen. Some viewers might notice that with the return of his inhumanity his pupils are now slit like a cat's.]

You know, this teleporting thing is starting to get really old--

[He's interrupted when all six of the Pokeballs on his belt open to release what is definitely not his team.]

[The ghosts cackle and dance in the air around him, pulling faces and also pulling Envy's hair as he curses and tries to punch them away. Which works about as well as can be expected (not at all).]

Where the hell did you bastards come from?!

[But then, all of a sudden, he freezes, eyes widening as he stares at something off camera. If there was any color left in his face anymore it'd be gone. Envy turns and runs, and viewers will get a good look at that sixth replacement Pokemon right before the feed turns off.]

[[ooc: Action can happen anywhere in Lavender town (or just...anywhere since fourth wall) while Envy tries to lose his herd of ghosts. Anyone who doesn't want to deal with said ghosts can also assume that he's successfully gotten away by the time they run into him.]]

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_{[There's a laugh, somewhere, but it's hard to figure out exactly where it's coming from - it could be all around or nowhere in particular, like an echo.]

[It's kind of that wheezing, quiet laugh Envy probably knows from people trying not to laugh, but yet it's not exactly the same.]}

[Envy's managed to get away from his ghostly pursuers by now, but he's still on edge. So when he hears that sound he stops walking immediately and looks around, eyes narrowing.]

Who's there?

_{[He's not going to show himself, absolutely not. But there is something oddly restricting about the immediate area - a presence, of source. When he next speaks, the voice is inside Envy's head.]}

Oh... take a guess.

[The reaction to something in his head that doesn't belong there is almost immediate. Envy's eyes widen in surprise and then narrow again, and he puts a hand to the side of his head, gripping his hair. He grits his teeth, and his voice comes out as almost a growl.]

Get out.

[Because if he can act angry and threatening, surely he can hide that it makes him nervous.]

[There's a cackle in response, a laugh that's downright unhinged, before he evens out in a tut-tut-tut, next words hissed with glee.]

[He'll stay in your head, though, Envy, thank you very much.]

Oh, kid. I thought you knew your MANNERS.

Like you would know anything about my manners. Who needs those things anyway?

[Have some bravado. And fine, if you won't leave, he'll find out where you are and make you get out. Foolproof plan. He starts moving towards the closest place it looks like someone, or something, could be hiding.]

[He doesn't know what this is, but he doesn't like it at all and he wants it gone.]

Oh, I think you know.

All respectable GOOD BOYS do.

_{[He's not 100% certain on Envy's story, but he'll gladly wing it. What conflict he can read in him for now, he'll work with.]

[And needless to say, he's nowhere to be found, no matter where Envy will look. He's lifted somewhat, though, not so closely lodged in his head, which might be a bit of a relief.]}

[It is definitely a relief, yes. But the fact that he's still in there at all is making Envy tenser by the minute; he doesn't even like it when Nanao's Alakazam talks in his head, much less something like this.]

[It makes words he'd normally scoff at and think nothing off take on a completely different light. It's a sharp reminder that there's already someone else--the memory of them anyway--in there. And of what that person was like. But this thing couldn't know about that, could it?]

You must have the wrong guy, I'm as far from that as you can get.

[He laughs, but there's an over-defensive edge to it and his words, and it's nowhere near genuine.]

_{[There's a tsk sound, like from a parent disbelieving a child.]}

Oh no, that's a RECENT DEVELOPMENT.

It's still here. I can feel it scratching. He was a good boy, wasn't he?

_{[It's practically hurled at him, the words, and had he been there for Envy to see, the grin would have been only to bare teeth. And the last of his speech is a downright hiss.]}

So much better than you could ever be.

[The reaction those words get is immediate and violent, any remaining pretense of being unbothered evaporating.]

[Envy's fist goes clear through the brick wall of the building he'd been standing next to. He shouts, loud and harsh.]

Shut up! You don't know anything about that!

[It's a secret. And although he doesn't realize it consciously, Envy is so reminded of his master by those last words and the tsking that it sends a shiver down his spine.]

It's in your name. So much Envy that you're CHOKING on it. But you can't have anything.

Unless it's the blood on your HANDS.

_{[And this time he speaks it violently, to match Envy's own flared up temper, but his voice is tinged with laughter. He loves delving into people like this. Especially when they snap so easily.]}

[And that does remind him of his master, because isn't that the reason she gave him this name in the first place? It dredges up the tangled mess of emotion that goes with it, the loss and the loathing and the violence and most of all the envy. He slams the side of his fist into the wall again, not all the way through this time but leaving a sizeable dent. It's easy to get him to snap, all it takes is pushing the right buttons.]

[But all the same, things are a little different here than they were in Amestris.]

I have people here.

[He's digging his metaphorical heels in, but that doesn't make his glare any less wild, or stop the slight shake in his hands.]

You do, do you?

_{[And then, some more real laughter, howling and mad, but with such precise malice it could have been just for show. Then suddenly, there's a magnified sound of paper being torn, followed by something wet, dripping and pulling, thick and done for.]

[In his mind, of course, as BOB sets his metaphorical claws into the sides of his head. Close now, whispering intimately to him, directly to his soul - if he had one. The laughter? Abruptly stopped. Like someone slamming a door on it.]

How long do you think they're going to stay with a murderer ... a liar?

_{[Almost sweetly,]}

A monster like you?}

35th Transformation [video/action | FOURTH WALL]

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I could have sworn I'd already replied to this orz

haha, no worries!