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exeggutorhead) wrote2010-10-05 08:28 pm
exeggutorhead) wrote2010-10-05 08:28 pm
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"Hey, this is Envy. I'm busy or not around, so say whatever you want here and I might get back to you about it."
"Hey, this is Envy. I'm busy or not around, so say whatever you want here and I might get back to you about it."
Hi!
First of all, best present.
Second, are you into training and all that kind of thing?
First of all, best present.
Second, are you into training and all that kind of thing?
[The circus grounds are full of activity despite the chill in the air. Ralph is making his way from tent to tent with huge sandbags over his shoulders. He catches sight of a wrack of new colorful costumes blowing in the wind next to a tent and he's got a good idea who they belong to.]
Hey, Envy! Good work on this season's duds!
Hey, Envy! Good work on this season's duds!
[The circus is about as calm as a circus can be. While Envy is working away in his costume tent, there is only the slightest of warnings, the rustling of hangers, before Henry bursts forth from the wrack of finished costumes holding a plate of pancakes.]
[However, instead of announcing himself or directing Envy's attention to the fluffy snacks he's brought his best friend (who he's currently forgotten he's still sort of amd at) he just lets out a long, hoarse scream.]
[However, instead of announcing himself or directing Envy's attention to the fluffy snacks he's brought his best friend (who he's currently forgotten he's still sort of amd at) he just lets out a long, hoarse scream.]
[What a day.]
[What a freaking day.]
[It's not that it had been a bad one, exactly-- it's just that Heather isn't quite used to having deep, soul-scraping conversations with multiple, unconnected individuals all in one day. Usually they get, you know, spaced out a little.]
[She's already figured out that it's something like what happened the past few weeks, although it's subtler and more complex than the first two, and nowhere near as entertaining as the third.]
[The trapdoor to the roof creaks loudly as she hefts it open-- it's late, but she needs fresh air and quiet with the option of just oozing back inside as soon as she's had enough of it. That last conversation had gone places she needed recuperation time from.]
[What a freaking day.]
[It's not that it had been a bad one, exactly-- it's just that Heather isn't quite used to having deep, soul-scraping conversations with multiple, unconnected individuals all in one day. Usually they get, you know, spaced out a little.]
[She's already figured out that it's something like what happened the past few weeks, although it's subtler and more complex than the first two, and nowhere near as entertaining as the third.]
[The trapdoor to the roof creaks loudly as she hefts it open-- it's late, but she needs fresh air and quiet with the option of just oozing back inside as soon as she's had enough of it. That last conversation had gone places she needed recuperation time from.]
[Just a couple of days ago, Jimmy had been screaming on the network how much he didn't like this guy. Today, he's been set by this gnawing need to call him up and just blather at him. It's the weirdest damn thing. And it gets worse as the day goes on, until Jimmy's grinding his teeth and tapping his clawtips against every available surface when he isn't pacing - trailed by a curious line of Pokemon.]
[He can't help it. He has to call Envy and just tell him about how he grew up.]
[So he does.]
Uh.
Hey.
[He can't help it. He has to call Envy and just tell him about how he grew up.]
[So he does.]
Uh.
Hey.
[Lust is still on the groggy side when she comes downstairs, already dressed for the day. It's a habit she's gotten into, whenever Scar joins her at the family home, rather than wandering about in pajamas and robe.]
[She and Envy are usually among the first ones up, so she's not surprised to see him fiddling with something on the counter when she wanders into the kitchen for morning tea and juice.]
[She rather likes the little time in the morning when just they're up and about. She's grown closer to Envy than she'd ever thought. Which says a great deal, as he's always been one of the people she's held closest to her heart. But now, in this world, in this life...]
[He's her brother. She loves him as her brother, as wholly and deeply as if they'd been born blood kin. She's hit with these thoughts and feelings sometimes, but for some reason, this morning, she's compelled to act on them.]
[Coming up to Envy's side, she rests her hands on his shoulder and leans in to kiss his cheek firmly.]
[She and Envy are usually among the first ones up, so she's not surprised to see him fiddling with something on the counter when she wanders into the kitchen for morning tea and juice.]
[She rather likes the little time in the morning when just they're up and about. She's grown closer to Envy than she'd ever thought. Which says a great deal, as he's always been one of the people she's held closest to her heart. But now, in this world, in this life...]
[He's her brother. She loves him as her brother, as wholly and deeply as if they'd been born blood kin. She's hit with these thoughts and feelings sometimes, but for some reason, this morning, she's compelled to act on them.]
[Coming up to Envy's side, she rests her hands on his shoulder and leans in to kiss his cheek firmly.]
i think burger looks at my mouth when i talk
does he think that's where i live???
does he think that's where i live???
It was raining cats and dogs.
Well.
It was actually raining rats but that was actually unknown to the residents of Shark House at the time and you can't waste an opportunity to write something like that. The rain and wind rattled the windows and Henry, though try as he might, just could not enjoy his Heatmor pocket. He stood rigid in the kitchen, pizza pocket halfway to his mouth, eyes trained on the window.
Because he knew.
He knew that if he watched the stormy window long enough, a severed head would float by.
Well.
It was actually raining rats but that was actually unknown to the residents of Shark House at the time and you can't waste an opportunity to write something like that. The rain and wind rattled the windows and Henry, though try as he might, just could not enjoy his Heatmor pocket. He stood rigid in the kitchen, pizza pocket halfway to his mouth, eyes trained on the window.
Because he knew.
He knew that if he watched the stormy window long enough, a severed head would float by.
[It's been a few days since Greed acknowledged Al's disappearance on the network, and it's been fairly solemn. The leftover Pokemon had to be sorted out, and whatever belongings he'd left behind put aside.]
[Heather's been sad, of course. She hasn't made any secret of it. But everyone knows she's seen plenty of disappearances. For her, this one isn't particularly any different.]
[But it is for Envy. Whether he admits it or not.]
[So that afternoon, Heather leans around his doorframe (a place she's gotten used to in the past month) and raps her knuckles on it slightly.]
Hey.
[Heather's been sad, of course. She hasn't made any secret of it. But everyone knows she's seen plenty of disappearances. For her, this one isn't particularly any different.]
[But it is for Envy. Whether he admits it or not.]
[So that afternoon, Heather leans around his doorframe (a place she's gotten used to in the past month) and raps her knuckles on it slightly.]
Hey.
[Late afternoons spent sneaking off to train or 'train' have become common. At least on days where the world isn't being turned topsy-turvy.]
[Today's spot du jour is a small patch of unoccupied field and forest down at the southern edge of the city, with the sun filtering down through the leaves and a low hum of distant bug Pokemon filling the air. The other thing filling the air is the dull clops and thuds of hard hooves hitting soft grass as Carousel, with her trainer atop her, trots in circles and squares around the little meadow. Earlier, Heather had dragged some loose branches and fence-posts out into the brush to form small, crude crossbars for the Rapidash to go over.]
[They've been at it for awhile, despite the heat.]
[Today's spot du jour is a small patch of unoccupied field and forest down at the southern edge of the city, with the sun filtering down through the leaves and a low hum of distant bug Pokemon filling the air. The other thing filling the air is the dull clops and thuds of hard hooves hitting soft grass as Carousel, with her trainer atop her, trots in circles and squares around the little meadow. Earlier, Heather had dragged some loose branches and fence-posts out into the brush to form small, crude crossbars for the Rapidash to go over.]
[They've been at it for awhile, despite the heat.]
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