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exeggutorhead) wrote2015-05-28 11:06 pm
exeggutorhead) wrote2015-05-28 11:06 pm
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64th Transformation [FOURTH WALL]
[Envy's having a little bit of an issue this weekend.]
[Not swarming Pokemon or even teleportation, oh no. Those, he's gotten fairly good at handling. It's weird that these weekends are something anybody could get used to, but he just about has.]
[No, this time the problem is musical. There's a haunting song playing instead of the background music wherever Envy finds himself. It's scratchy and clearly sounds like it's coming out of an old phonograph, and he KNOWS that if he looks hard enough he'll probably find the damn thing somewhere. He knows he will because he DOES keep finding it, smashing it, and getting an hour or two of quiet before it COMES BACK.]
[Honestly, any reminders of his old master aside, he's spent four centuries listening to this waily goddamn song and he's just sick of it. So during the weekend, if anybody comes across him while the song is going, they'll find him pulling up bushes with his bare hands to look behind them and kicking around any spot where a phonograph could be hiding, trying to get it. And Envy will absolutely recruit passersby to help him out.]
[If the song isn't playing at the moment and providing a distraction, he'll be wandering around anywhere, still in the oddly subdued mood he's been in the past few weeks.]
[Not swarming Pokemon or even teleportation, oh no. Those, he's gotten fairly good at handling. It's weird that these weekends are something anybody could get used to, but he just about has.]
[No, this time the problem is musical. There's a haunting song playing instead of the background music wherever Envy finds himself. It's scratchy and clearly sounds like it's coming out of an old phonograph, and he KNOWS that if he looks hard enough he'll probably find the damn thing somewhere. He knows he will because he DOES keep finding it, smashing it, and getting an hour or two of quiet before it COMES BACK.]
[Honestly, any reminders of his old master aside, he's spent four centuries listening to this waily goddamn song and he's just sick of it. So during the weekend, if anybody comes across him while the song is going, they'll find him pulling up bushes with his bare hands to look behind them and kicking around any spot where a phonograph could be hiding, trying to get it. And Envy will absolutely recruit passersby to help him out.]
[If the song isn't playing at the moment and providing a distraction, he'll be wandering around anywhere, still in the oddly subdued mood he's been in the past few weeks.]
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[...Why is this man...digging...in the bushes...]
Hello, sir! I was wondering, do you happy to know the way to East City? From here, I mean — which way do I go?
[MY GOD IT'S JOE EVERYMAN, THE HERO WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR]
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1. Military uniform.
2. Talking about East City.
3. Envy has never seen this man before in his life.]
East City's a long way from here.
[COULD IT BE]
[THE MYTHICAL MR. NOTINVOLVED]
...but I know the way, I could help you out if you'd answer some things for me first.
[Winning, friendly smile. Envy knows he already looks like a punk teen in a miniskort, he doesn't want to scare the human away right off the bat.]
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[...Also you are really badly dressed, also very decidedly a teenager, and you probably don't warrant that "sir" at all but it doesn't hurt anyone anything to be mannerly.
His mother raised him that way, don't you know. Good, polite, and honest.]
Though I don't know that I'll be much help, being a little mixed-up myself! But if there's some way I can, I surely will.
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But you wouldn't happen to know someone named Edward Elric would you?
[Because Envy hadn't known who the fuck Russell Tringham was either but he'd still known the Elrics.]
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I'm afraid I can't say as I do, sir. I did know an Edmund Miller, once, but that was years ago as a lad; I believe he married a young woman named Tillie, who came into the inheritance of a respectable little sheep farm somewhere.
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[This man doesn't know Edward Elric. In fact, he might be the most average, ordinary non-Johto-native person Envy's seen in some time.]
[...YES. FINALLY. ENVY'S FOUND HIM. He lets out a triumphant crow of a laugh, and grins at the man widely.]
That's great, that's great! That's all I needed to know. Sure I'll show you East City, no trouble.
[Is there any way to get to East City from here? Nope. Does Envy give a single shit about lying about it? Nope.]