Twentieth Transformation [video/text/action for Ecruteak Pokecenter]

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy's video feed turns on to the sound of very loud, angry, almost frantic shouting and a good view of what seems to be an elbow.]

This isn't where I told it to take me! I can't be back here!

[The elbow, which presumably was what turned the 'Gear on, shifts to show what's going on at a tilted angle. Looks like Envy has woken up from that coma, and not in a very good or sane mood. His expression is twisted into a furious snarl, eyes wild. He's weak from being out for so long, but that doesn't stop him from thrashing. He's desperately kicking his legs to free them from the twisted sheets and punching with his one loose arm at the arms of the concerned Tyranitar that's standing beside the bed and carefully but firmly holding him down. He doesn't seem to notice or care about how he's bloodying his knuckles on his Pokemon's rock skin.]

Let go! I need to get back there, this isn't--that bastard isn't here! This isn't where Hohenheim is and I'm too fucking close--

[His swinging arm knocks into the Gear with considerable force, enough to send it flying and then skidding across the floor before it hits a wall and the feed goes out.]

[It's not until hours later that a short, simple text gets sent out.]

I'm awake again.

((ooc: And Envy is back from his update! Note that since he is now at the end of the series, there will probably be spoilers in the comments. Video responses will come after he's calmed down more.))

Comments

{Text}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear it.

...did, ah, you - {Referring to the last time they talked}

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[exeggutorhead]

no, I didn't die

that alchemist is either delusional or just a really good liar. i never even fought the bastard.

{Text}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

That's really weird - but why would he say something like that?

{Text}

[exeggutorhead]

no idea. he was pissed at me about something, that was real

might have just wanted to scare me

{Text}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

In any case, I'm glad you're okay.

...How are your knuckles?

{Text}

[exeggutorhead]

they hurt, but they're bandaged. miss my healing already.

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[used-glare.livejournal.com]

You aren't they only one.

A lot of things would be easier here if I had my kidou.

{Text}

[exeggutorhead]

kidou? what's that? is it the energy you shot in those dreams?

{Text}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Sort of.

You could think of it as an umbrella term for our way of harnessing, well, our magical potential, to put it crudely.

{Text}

[exeggutorhead]

guess that makes sense, if your world has magic.

...how much did you see?

{Text}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

I remember all of it, if that's what you were asking.

{Text}

[exeggutorhead]

...I got pulled from something important

[Bit of a bad excuse for that huge fit you were throwing, Envy.]

{Text}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

How important is important?

{Dead!sis needs to know these things.}

{Text}

[exeggutorhead]

[Response is a little delayed while he works out what he wants to say.]

very. I was close to finding someone I've been looking for for centuries

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[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Nanao locks the message as a simple precaution.}

I think I see.

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[exeggutorhead]

yeah?

[This is followed by a text that's even more delayed than the last one was.]

...it's my father. who I'm looking for I mean

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[used-glare.livejournal.com]

I can only imagine that a meeting between him and you would only end badly for some reason.

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[exeggutorhead]

if by end badly you mean I'm going to kill the bastard when I find him, then yeah

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[used-glare.livejournal.com]

...why?

{Is the only thing she'll say.}

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[exeggutorhead]

because

[Then Envy just stares at that word. He didn't even mean to send it, but in his trying to type out and delete whatever he might have said, he accidentally hit the button. He can't write this down, he doesn't want to have it laid out in front of him like that. But he doesn't want to look at Nanao's face either if he's going to tell her. So he switches on his audio feed instead. His voice sounds hoarse still, and angry.]

He created me. And he didn't-- [He cuts himself off. This is not an easy story for him to tell even if he has already told it twice today.]

{Voice; Locked}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Envy- {And then she stops. And thinks.}

You were created? {She doesn't sound too surprised, actually. Considering that Mayuri had a creepy habit for building weird things, this is not the strangest thing she's heard.}

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[exeggutorhead]

I was born. [It's a quick but vehement insistence, but he calms his voice some after that.]

Tell you a story. Four hundred years ago, there was an alchemist who had a son. That son died when he was eighteen, but the alchemist wanted him back. So he performed human transmutation to bring his son back to life.

[Envy lets out a low, humorless laugh.] He didn't get his son back.

{Voice; Locked}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

... {There's a hell of a lot that she doesn't understand in that story, but some parts stick out, and they slot into place rather neatly.}

...that was you. The transmutation gone wrong?

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[exeggutorhead]

...Yeah. That was me. That's how we're born, when some alchemist tries to bring a human back to life and fails.

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[used-glare.livejournal.com]

...then how many others like you exist?