Envy (
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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[She'd done pot a number of times back before her life was turned upside-down, and this is... similar.]
[But not.]
[A dribble of saliva runs out of her mouth-- her jaw's gone slack. Vaguely aware that she should keep struggling, she starts to wiggle erratically.]
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[Slowly, he leeeans down and just. Sticks the arm holding Harpy Heather through the front door, trying to maneuver it so that he can just put her down in the kitchen. He can't see exactly where he does put her down, and in his state he doesn't think to look through the window.]
[Next is Hentree, inside you go you terrible monster children. While he's dumping Hentree in the house, he twists his neck so that he's facing Henry. The pupils in his big purple eyes are HUGE.]
Henry. Henry I think I want to lie down.
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[Henry is a professional stoner so for the moment he's just noticing colorful pinpricks in the air that he really really wants to try and catch.]
You...you do that. Can you curl up around the house so they don't push the doors open? I think I need to sit down too. I'm...I'm going to try and call our Heather.
[He tugs out his gear and starts punching numbers.]
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[Flopping around like a fish out of water, she crawls away from the dragon's claws, letting out a noise that's somewhere between a growl and a gurgle.]
[MUST HIDE.]
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[And he's not so sure that he could turn back into a person right now and not have some extremely out of proportion limbs and he doesn't want to look like a Picasso painting.]
[Not even bothering to hold his head up anymore, he languidly starts curling up around the house. Haha, shoving his face across the grass feels so weird. This is great. Everything's great. By the time he gets his head back around to the front door, he thinks that part of his middle is in the pool, but he doesn't bother moving it. He situates his head right in front of the door, trying to look over Henry's shoulder.]
Okay, they won't get out. And all these bubbles won't get in either.
[He opens his mouth and snaps his teeth, as though very lazily trying to catch one of said bubbles.]
Did Heather pick up the phone? Or Lust?
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[Henry frets and keeps trying to call her--then changes tactics and attempts to text.]
our evil twins are here im so high envys a dragon com home
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Fuck!
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[But meanwhile, on the other end of Goldenrod City, Heather finally gets that text. She holds up a hand, signifying that the giant squid monster she's been fighting should wait a moment while she gets this, one sec.]
wtf
are you guys hurt??
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its not my fault
well it is but not me it was the me that is a tree
i swear to god it makes sense just come home
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shit okay i'm coming
don't do anything stupid before i get there
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[And then just keeps on doing that.]
[HE AIN'T MOVING ANYTIME SOON.]
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[Wheezing, she jogs up to the house and... kind of pauses to marvel at the giant GARDEN HOSE surrounding the house. Whoa. Henry hadn't been lying.]
--Okay, WHAT the hell is goin' on?!
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Okay, so...there are two very unhappy monster doppelgangers of us inside the house. I heard a crash. The TV might be gone.
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You're a bird and Henry's a tree.
Henry tried to eat me, I think.
I'm keeping all the doors shut. Everyone's high.
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[Not YOU, Henry. The other Henry.]
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[She takes a moment to marvel at what they're saying, blinking rapidly.]
... I'm a what?
[CLEARLY THEY'RE TOO HIGH FOR THIS so she marches over to the window and plants her face on it to peer inside and--]
Oh.
Okay.
Whoa.
[Harpy Heather is skulking against the counter, shoulders hunched, hissing lowly and dangling a long ribbon of drool from her bared teeth. She sways back and forth and VIBRATES WITH RAGE.]
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