Envious One

[This feed goes up not too long after midnight; Envy had just meant to take a quick walk, maybe stop by the Pokemart…]

[That's not what wound up happening.]

[The video shows him huddled under the awning of a shop, with a strange catlike Pokemon clinging to the top of his head and staring with wide, traumatized eyes at the 'Gear. It's kneading at the top of Envy's head and purring anxiously. The dark around him is full of light thumps and mews as things that are much larger than raindrops land on the ground and on top of the awning.]

[Envy just looks a mix of incredibly annoyed and even more incredibly baffled. There are little cat scratches all up and down his arms, shoulders, and even a few on his face. He is studiously ignoring the cat on his head. He already tried getting it off. It didn't work.]

Okay, there's no hurricane this time so what the hell is going on? I haven't even seen this kind of cat-thing before!

[He mutters as an afterthought:] At least it's not sharks.

[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.]

Hey! What the hell was that flash, what happened now?

[Envy's looking around, half expecting everything to have gone all pixellated again. He turns to look through his pack to see if anything is different there, and…discovers another pokeball?]

This…wasn't there before. [Curious, he releases whatever is inside, and the bright light starts to form into something…much bigger than he'd expected. Hi there, giant green dragon-thing. He freezes for a second, half expecting to be eaten. But...]



Wait.

This is mine?

[Cue huge, somewhat worrisome grin.] Hell yes.

[The Pokegear seems to have fallen out of Envy's bag onto the grass, getting turned on in the process. He's clearly in the middle of a battle, Chimera facing up against an Ekans that was definitely starting to get tired. After a few more minutes of battling, Envy started to call for one more Bite attack, but then stopped, looking contemplative.]

Hey, Chimera, just keep it from running.

[He backs towards the camera and his bag, crouching down to rummage through it and withdraw one of his pokeballs. He throws it with decent aim, and it hits the battered Ekans before absorbing it. Shake….shake…shake….Ding! Envy grins triumphantly before going to pick the ball with his second Pokemon in it up.]



Heh. What do you know, it worked. Now you can quit bothering me all the time whenever your buggy friend's put away, huh? [He frowns down at his happy Larvitar, but his tone could aaaalmost be called affectionate. When he walks back to his bag, he finally notices that his 'gear is on.]

Damn, this thing turns on for no reason I guess. Hey, anyone who was watching. This damn weather is driving me crazy, anyone who wants to fight, lemme know. Not with the Pokemon, a real sparring fight. No weapons I guess, but who needs 'em. I'm in Violet, I'll meet wherever. Not like there's much else to do.