exeggutorhead: (mildly frustrated)
[The feed opens on a view of one of Goldenrod's parks, and is aimed at a small pack of Pokemon. In the middle of the pack is a Houndoom wearing sunglasses, and he's surrounded by four wild Houndour. The Houndoom has his chin up in the air proudly, looking charismatic as hell. Then he throws back his head and howls, and the Houndour all howl with him. He scrambles to his feet, barks a few times, and takes off to chase a nearby flock of Pidove, leading his little army of yapping followers behind him.]

[Envy turns the camera around to show himself. He's leaning against the side of his Tyranitar, and the dark circles under his eyes suggest that he had trouble sleeping last night. He looks incredulous.]


That only took one hour. One hour, and my dog formed a damn gang out of wild Pokemon.

[He shakes his head.]

And you know, I remember saying after my first anniversary that I'd only be impressed if Johto kept me here ten years. I didn't think that whatever brought us all here was going to take me up on that.

But today makes three years. So happy anniversary to me, I guess.
exeggutorhead: (what're you lookin at)
[There's an anonymous message popping up on the network this afternoon. And I do mean anonymous; Envy has made as sure as he possibly can that nobody would be able to trace this question back to his Gear ID.]

What does it mean for someone to have a soul? In your world or in your religion or whatever you think. What does having one give you, or not having one keep you from doing?

how can you even tell if you have one?


[It'll be a little while before Envy actually responds to any answers, because two seconds after he hits 'send' and realizes what he's done, he chucks the 'Gear clear across his hotel room. Miraculously, it doesn't break the machine entirely, even if the screen gets cracked all to hell. He can't believe he even thought to ask something like that, much less actually went through with it. Since when did he start turning into Lust and asking ridiculous philosophical questions about the nature of existence? That's something he's always just rolled his eyes at and halfway tolerated, why does he feel the need to ask things like this now?]

[But this is a question that's bothered him for more than a year now, ever since he took that brief trip back to Amestris. Does he have a soul after all? And what the hell is he supposed to do with the thing if he does? Mostly he ignores it, leaves it alone as a doubt in the very back of his mind. But then during the last crazy weekend, Heather had been sure he had one, had brought that question back to the forefront. It's been months since then, and he still can't shake it off. And if he has to ask stupid questions to the network in his weakness, then...maybe the answers will let him push this back down into something he can manage.]
exeggutorhead: (come what may)
For anyone who knew him, Miguel went home a few days ago. I'm trying to find out who might have any of his Pokemon. So if something showed up in your PC that wasn't there before, let me know and I'll see if it's one of his.

[It's an unusually formal message, coming from Envy, but honestly? He doesn't feel usual right now. And he figures that hey, people are usually jumping to be helpful in this place, sending out a nice, polite request can't hurt his chances of finding out where Miguel's team went. It's something he wants to know, something he feels like he owes to Miguel, because Miguel loved his team. Owes it to Tulio too (though after Tulio disappeared he hadn't wanted to talk to the network period, much less ask about missing Pokemon), because he's got Bicho now but Dinero isn't anywhere to be found, stupid cat.]

[It still hasn't entirely sunk in. Hell, Tulio being gone barely had, and that happened over a month ago. They'd been there since the beginning, a constant in his life here even if not always a welcomed one. They weren't supposed to have vanished, not now, not after he'd even stopped hating Miguel. He still keeps expecting to get a message from Tulio about meeting up for a new con, or to hear Miguel playing that mandolin he carries all over the place. But now they're both gone, one after the other, and even if they do come back they might not remember him.]

[He's lost them, and now he's lost too.]

[When he sends the text in late afternoon, he's sitting on the back of his Tyranitar, who's Surfing--more like drifting really--in the harbor just off the beach. He wore out most of his desire to take his loss out on breakable objects and trees yesterday, and now he's settling for having his Tropius and Vaporeon viciously decimate the local Tentacool population. And while it's hard to see from the shore, he looks, well. Disheveled is a nice way of putting it.]

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