Eleventh Transformation [video/action]

[exeggutorhead]

[When the feed turns on, it's pretty immediately clear that Envy hasn't slept well in the last few days. There are circles under his eyes, and even his normally well-cared-for hair is looking unintentionally messy. In his free hand, one might see the crushed lemonade can he's absently turning this way and that. He's standing on the roof of the Goldenrod Department Store, leaning his elbows on the railing, and looking at the camera with a very carefully neutral expression.]

I've just recently found a pokemon, the one called Riolu. It belonged to Greed, but that bastard's gone and vanished. [His eyes narrow, but it looks like there's more than just frustration behind them; there's loss and confusion too. It's only for a few moments before he recomposes himself.] Anyway, it's small. Probably the egg he got for Christmas or whatever. I can't take care of some baby either way. [A wry look.] I'm not good with them. And I can't take every pokemon that idiot left behind.

So does anybody want it? If you're not in Goldenrod I can find some way to get it to you.

((ooc: This post made with permission by former Greed-mun. Riolu is level two, female, and has an Impish nature and likes to run. Envy would really prefer to give it to somebody that either Greed knew or he knows (unless your name is Alois Trancy), but if you're pretty clearly someone who'll take care of it he might still give it to you if he doesn't know you.))

Comments

[action] herpderp super late /sob

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy is full of surprises, especially when he's in a strange mood like he's been for the past few days.]

Yeah, I guess going home wouldn't be too bad. [He's actually not entirely sure at this point that he even wants to go home. If he had his powers back in Johto it would be even less of a contest. He's quiet for a minute before speaking up again.] What would you be doing, if you did go home?

[action] all cool /o/

[greatbigrock]

Trick people out of some real gold. Miguel and I found this city made of it.

_{[Realizing now Envy doesn't actually know that story, and he feels like sharing it. He does know how to be social and he's started trusting Envy more lately. Besides, it's a story to be told.]}

They thought we were gods, gave us the stuff on platters. And I mean literal platters. Made of gold. Hah, we were in the middle of loading up on it and hauling ass home before they figured us out.

Best con in a lifetime.

_{[He gives Envy a grin that's quite content, because those are some good memories. If he only knew, right]}

[action]

[exeggutorhead]

Ha, really? And here you think my stories are crazy. [Envy snickers, but looks decidedly interested. He doesn't disbelieve him either. The only thing terribly farfetched is the city of gold; the part about gods he believes readily. He's not only seen that sort of thing happen before, he's helped orchestrate it.]

Trying to imagine you as any kind of god is pretty interesting. [He snorts, shaking his head slightly.]

[action] sorry this took me YEARS.

[greatbigrock]

Your stories are crazy.

_{[Clearly. But he doesn't say so with too much seriousness, more like some sort of deadpan banter.]}

And hey, it worked! I thought they were going to have our heads when they brought us into the city, but then they started talking about the "gods" and we just ... _{[Waves hand vaguely, grinning a little]} went with it. We got everything. We even had a temple. Made of gold.

_{[Is he just a bit wistful? Yes, just a bit.]}