45th Transformation [text/action for Vermilion]
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.]
[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.]