Envy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
exeggutorhead) wrote2013-03-07 11:05 pm
exeggutorhead) wrote2013-03-07 11:05 pm
45th Transformation [text/action for Vermilion]
For anyone who knew him, Miguel went home a few days ago. I'm trying to find out who might have any of his Pokemon. So if something showed up in your PC that wasn't there before, let me know and I'll see if it's one of his.
[It's an unusually formal message, coming from Envy, but honestly? He doesn't feel usual right now. And he figures that hey, people are usually jumping to be helpful in this place, sending out a nice, polite request can't hurt his chances of finding out where Miguel's team went. It's something he wants to know, something he feels like he owes to Miguel, because Miguel loved his team. Owes it to Tulio too (though after Tulio disappeared he hadn't wanted to talk to the network period, much less ask about missing Pokemon), because he's got Bicho now but Dinero isn't anywhere to be found, stupid cat.]
[It still hasn't entirely sunk in. Hell, Tulio being gone barely had, and that happened over a month ago. They'd been there since the beginning, a constant in his life here even if not always a welcomed one. They weren't supposed to have vanished, not now, not after he'd even stopped hating Miguel. He still keeps expecting to get a message from Tulio about meeting up for a new con, or to hear Miguel playing that mandolin he carries all over the place. But now they're both gone, one after the other, and even if they do come back they might not remember him.]
[He's lost them, and now he's lost too.]
[When he sends the text in late afternoon, he's sitting on the back of his Tyranitar, who's Surfing--more like drifting really--in the harbor just off the beach. He wore out most of his desire to take his loss out on breakable objects and trees yesterday, and now he's settling for having his Tropius and Vaporeon viciously decimate the local Tentacool population. And while it's hard to see from the shore, he looks, well. Disheveled is a nice way of putting it.]
[It's an unusually formal message, coming from Envy, but honestly? He doesn't feel usual right now. And he figures that hey, people are usually jumping to be helpful in this place, sending out a nice, polite request can't hurt his chances of finding out where Miguel's team went. It's something he wants to know, something he feels like he owes to Miguel, because Miguel loved his team. Owes it to Tulio too (though after Tulio disappeared he hadn't wanted to talk to the network period, much less ask about missing Pokemon), because he's got Bicho now but Dinero isn't anywhere to be found, stupid cat.]
[It still hasn't entirely sunk in. Hell, Tulio being gone barely had, and that happened over a month ago. They'd been there since the beginning, a constant in his life here even if not always a welcomed one. They weren't supposed to have vanished, not now, not after he'd even stopped hating Miguel. He still keeps expecting to get a message from Tulio about meeting up for a new con, or to hear Miguel playing that mandolin he carries all over the place. But now they're both gone, one after the other, and even if they do come back they might not remember him.]
[He's lost them, and now he's lost too.]
[When he sends the text in late afternoon, he's sitting on the back of his Tyranitar, who's Surfing--more like drifting really--in the harbor just off the beach. He wore out most of his desire to take his loss out on breakable objects and trees yesterday, and now he's settling for having his Tropius and Vaporeon viciously decimate the local Tentacool population. And while it's hard to see from the shore, he looks, well. Disheveled is a nice way of putting it.]
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[But he can't, not right now.]
You don't deserve for it to be. Miguel didn't either, or half the people I've known. So...I can't believe it, not really.
[He grits his teeth, making a frustrated sound.] But it's still like something's causing it. I couldn't stand Miguel at first, I used to want him gone all the time. So why did it happen now? [Now that they'd gotten to be friends, now that he'd gotten attached.]
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[He swallows again. He does deserve Hell. It's why he was so quick to conclude the nature of this place over two years ago now. He places a soft, chaste kiss to the crown of Envy's head, breathing out in a deep, unsteady sigh.]
I felt the same about Tulio until a few months before he was gone... I think whatever power is at play here has some sort of test for us and all the people and creatures from other worlds here, but I haven't the faintest idea what.
[A low, strangely sharp sound escapes him, like he wanted to laugh but not at all from humor. It's a gallows noise.]
Perhaps we are released when we make some sort of peace with ourselves and others. That is all I can think.
[Action]
[He pauses, struggling with the words a moment before he continues, his voice rising in agitation. It's not anger directed at France, but at everything.]
If that's true then I'm probably never leaving.