Eighth Transformation [video/action if you can find him] [BACKDATED to evening on Christmas]

[exeggutorhead]

[When the video feed switches on, the camera situated near the floor. There is clearly a Pokemon filming this discreetly. A listener will be able to hear a piano being played; it's a slow, almost sad melody, but the player has clearly performed the piece countless times. However, said player is not yet in view, the camera-Pokemon choosing instead to pan around at the scenery. It's a somewhat musty, cluttered music shop from the looks of things. The owner is at the front counter listening, apparently having decided not to attend the festival. The camera finally turns towards the piano itself, revealing Envy as the musician. There are green earmuffs and a similar colored scarf around his neck, and under that one might catch a glint of gold chain. On the bench beside him lie a pair of black gloves, and some sort of colorful bauble is partially poking out of a coat pocket.]

[As for his expression, it's almost unreadable, although there's a look in his eyes that hints this music as something familiar and very old, although not dear. After a minute or two more, however, his fingers still. He's still looking right ahead at the blank place where a sheet of music would go, and an almost wry smirk briefly crosses his face before he mutters--]

Yeah, Leo. I can play something happy, if you want.

[The words don't so much sound as though he's lost it and has started talking to a voice in his head, but more like this is some sort of reliving of memory. He pauses to think for a moment, before starting into another song. As he plays this one, anyone still watching will catch sight of something very rare: Envy actually looks genuinely happy. No smirks or teasing grins, just a small smile. At the end of the song, the smile fades, and he closes the lid over the keys so that he can rest an elbow on it to prop up his chin. He looks a little frustrated with himself, a little wistful, and his next words are barely audible.]

Heh. Guess I really am pathetic sometimes.

[With the little concert over, the feed ends.]

Comments

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

i see. id like to try it out sometime.

_{[... and here Miguel gets a little worried. Shit, does Envy know it's him?]}

no. i left a while ago

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[exeggutorhead]

So who are you, I might show you. [Even though Envy already knows, there's no point giving it away this early. Besides, he wants to figure out what Miguel's playing at, if anything.]

Didn't fit in with all the rest? that's why I left.

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

_{[Reveal who he is and face the possible awkward or try to avoid answering?]}

i don't think youd want to if you knew who i am.

yeah. that, and it got lonely

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[exeggutorhead]

[What? Lonely? What the hell was he on about, he had Tulio.]

You don't have anyone to hang around with?

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

yeah, well... ive been looking for my friend but i cant find him.

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[exeggutorhead]

At least you have a friend

did you try calling him?

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

i cant for the life of me understand these things enough to try that. this teknology-stuff isnt exactly one of my strengths

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[exeggutorhead]

[Oh Miguel, you are so bad at staying anonymous. Envy would have figured him out long before even if he had managed to send the first text right.] well good luck finding him I guess.

You must be good friends.

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

thanks
_{[MACHINES DID NOT EXIST IN THE 16TH CENTURY]}

yeah.. we are pretty close _{[So goddamn close they're almost one person even]}

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[exeggutorhead]

I never bothered with friends before I came here

[Why is he telling Miguel this? Who knows, the moods of Envy are strange things, and tonight's been odd for him. He's wondering if he should reveal that he knows who he's talking to soon or just keep talking.]

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

well, even having just one friend makes life much easier.

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[exeggutorhead]

Friends leave.

And nobody wants to be friends with a monster anyway. I was fine without them.

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

maybe youre right... <sub>[Is he's recalling the Chel-incident now?]

[Yes he is]
[He's also trying to come up with a good argument that FRIENDS ARE GOOD but with that episode in mind... it's not going very well.]</sub>

its nice to have one as long as the friendship lasts though... _{[but the longer they are, all the more painful the goodbye is]}

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[exeggutorhead]

Maybe.

An odd way to put it. What, have you lost one before?

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

nah not really.. just.. almost. or well, i dont know really. i thought i had

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[exeggutorhead]

Pretty sure you don't have to worry about Tulio going anywhere.

[Yep, that's right. He knew it was you all along Miguel. What now.]

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

_{[WHATTHE FFFFFFFUUUUU-]}

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

_{[Alright. Calm down. It's not weird he figured it out because really Miguel, you suck at technology]}

you dont know

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[exeggutorhead]

Maybe not for sure but it's a pretty damn good guess

I don't even know what you're worried about me for.

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

... i have my reasons

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[exeggutorhead]

probably not very good ones you stupid damned human

he doesn't even like me

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

i hope youre right... i hope theyre stupid reasons i shouldnt need to worry about

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[exeggutorhead]

there's no way in hell he'd pick me over you, I already know that

is that what your damn problem is? he's going to want me gone as soon as I stop being useful

[Can you feel the vitriol, Miguel? There is quite a lot of old, old bitterness behind this.]

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[thattrail.livejournal.com]

_{[Well Envy, you don't know about the horrible thing Miguel have heard and seen]}

yeah he said that before too. well get rid of her once shes not useful anymore

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[exeggutorhead]

yeah, and who's 'her'?