exeggutorhead: (oshi--)
[Today on Envy's 'Gear, there is a sad, worried Riolu face looking at everyone. Once it's on, Samus shifts the camera over to show Envy lying still on the bed, eyes half open and staring at nothing. Her trainer hasn't woken up yet, you guys, what if he just vanishes like her last two? So much distress here. Also in view are an extremely forlorn Tyranitar laying by the bed and taking up the entire space next to it, with his head resting next to Envy's shoulder. A Vaporeon is curled on Envy's chest, and a Luxray, Houndoom, and Arbok are all trying their very best to also fit on the bed despite collectively being about 300 pounds of giant cobra and dog and lion. It's kind of a wonder they all haven't managed to smother him yet.]

[But then, wait! Envy's head twitches to the side, and a small frown appears on his face. Seconds later, his eyes fly open and he jerks upright a few inches with a sharp intake of breath. Then he falls right back against the pillow, breathing heavily and his eyes still wide.]

..this is real?

[Chimera moves first. And for the next minute or so, all anyone would be able to see is a lot of fur and scales while Envy's pokemon loudly mob him with affection.]


HEY! Calm down all of you--Xerxes, no grooming, I've told youTAAAR [THONK] Ow, damn it Chimera be careful--

[And so on, until finally Envy manages to get them at least calm enough that he can grab the forgotten 'Gear himself. Despite his protests, though, he doesn't seem to have minded too much. He looks wary and completely worn out despite having just slept for a full week, hair going every which way even more than usual (especially the patch in front that fell victim to concerned lion grooming), and decidedly relieved to be out of those nightmares. In a moment, though, he's hidden most of that under a grin.]

Well, I'm back.

[He hesitates, very briefly.] Who else has woken back up?
exeggutorhead: (being silly)
[It's nighttime in Goldenrod when the camera turns on, and the person holding the camera seems to be…on top of a roof? That's weird, what would someone be doing up there in the middle of the night? Only some kind of crazy--]

[Oh look, it's Envy.]

[He doesn't seem to be particularly interested in talking to the camera right now, although he is grinning widely and may or may not have had at least a couple drinks that night. Spoiler: he has.]


Ready whenever you are!

[At the voice, the camera swings to show that, on the roof of the next building over, there is someone else standing there waving. France, to be exact.]

Yeah, I'm coming! [Envy calls back, then turns the camera again to show Chimera the Pupitar beside him. With what appear to be some sort of hastily tied rope grips around several of his horns.] Look, I finally figured out what this evolution is good for! [He sounds so proud of himself.]

[See, this is the sort of thing that happens when you take a homunculus that misses his powers and give him the equivalent of a four foot tall bottle rocket, and enough to drink that he loses all worry for safety. Of course he can still regenerate, what are you talking about! Envy clips the gear to his coat with only a little fumbling before winding his hands into the makeshift grips.]


Okay, Chimera. Go!

[There's not much of a noise when they take off, but from the speed at which the camera is approaching the roof, it's clear that Envy's weight has barely slowed the Pupitar down. All anyone would really be able to hear is rushing wind, and maybe at the beginning a snatch of a madly triumphant shout.]

[The two successfully land on the next rooftop with a loud THUNK, so everything's great, right? Maybe not, since Chimera overcompensated how much force he put into the launch and is now continuing to skid across the roof. Right through several makeshift clotheslines and a flock of roosting wild Pidgey. Through all this cacophany of noise and feathers and a shirt or several, you might be able to make out Envy cursing and shouting for Chimera to slow down. Too bad for him there is no way for Chimera to do so because he doesn't have limbs. When the two of them finally slow to a halt, they are only a few feet from the edge of the roof. Way to avoid an impromptu trip to the Pokemon Center, Envy.]

[Envy falls back from the Pupitar and just…lays there, the Gear pointing up at the sky. After a moment, laughter starts to bubble up, and he punches his fist in the air for a moment before letting it fall back.]


Ha, I told you it would work!

Envy, that was awesome, are you alright? [France comes into view, laughing almost too hard to speak and holding a hand out for Envy to pull himself up with.]

Of course I'm alright! Hey, hey, you should try next.

…I was a flying ace. How could an ace of the Great War turn down an offer like that?

[If anybody cares to stop France, encourage them, or ask what in the hell they are doing, now might be the time.]

((ooc: Lines in orange are spoken by France, with permission. France will also be responding to comments in addition to Envy. Also, warning, both of them are kind of drunk.))
exeggutorhead: (melancholy)
[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.))
exeggutorhead: (thoughtful)
[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.]

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