Envious One

[When the video feed first comes on, the only thing visible is the face of a Lucario and the ceiling fan right behind her head. Not for long, though, as the Pokemon makes a satisfied sound at having gotten the Gear on and turns it around towards the window. Envy's sitting in a chair next to it--a loose definition of 'sitting', with one knee up and the other leg loosely crossed behind it-- and leaning his elbow on the sill. One cheek is resting against his fist, giving viewers a good view of the other side of his face, which is sporting a fair sized bruise. There are other bruises visible on his arms, souveniers from the fighting tournament. It looks like he's dragged a blanket off of one of the room's beds and draped it over his back and hanging off one shoulder. Outside is nothing but gray drizzle and buildings, but anyone familiar with Olivine might notice that he's back there and no longer in Goldenrod. Envy doesn't seem to notice he's being filmed, because his focus is shifting between the tower of coins he's building on the sill and the nasty weather outside. He's looking bored and restless as hell, wearing a petulant frown more suited to a little kid than a centuries old homunculus.]

[He places the last available coin on top of the wobbly tower, looks it over for a few moments, and then flicks it over, the coins rolling and bouncing onto the floor with a clatter. He looks mildly pleased at the small act of destruction, continuing to knock over what remains of the base until there aren't two coins left on top of each other. But it's a short lived distraction, and then he's left with frowning out the window with the universal expression of 'screw this weather' on his face. But there's something a little thoughtful about it, too.]

A year isn't that long, not even one in this place. It's not that big a surprise. Keep me here ten, Johto, then maybe I'll be impressed.

Heh. [He rubs his temples, looking some combination of frustrated and amused.] Long enough to make everything really damn complicated, though.

[What he says next is mumbled, quietly enough that it would be difficult to catch all of what he's saying.] I really hate being human.

[His restlessness finally getting the better of him (he can only look out a window for so long before he completely loses interest), he gets to his feet and starts to turn, and that's when the Lucario decides that maybe she ought to turn it off before she gets caught messing around with the 'Gear again, and the feed ends.]

[TEXT locked to Lust, Tulio, France, and Miguel, sent a few minutes later]

Hey, where are you?

[The feed turns on to show Envy sitting in a bed in what appears to be a room at the Pokecenter. However, that is probably not what you're looking at, as the ex-homunculus looks sort of like he's been hit by a truck named Greed. One eye is completely swollen shut, and the other is blackened, he's got a bandage over a split lip, and there are a myriad of bruises everywhere. One wrist can be seen to be in a splint. Chimera the Larvitar is sleeping next to him, and an Ekans' head is also visible. He also looks extremely bored.]

[That boredom changes to panicked indignation when he notices the video is on.] WHAT? Goddamned machine I only wanted fucking--

[JOSTLE JOSTLE hands blankets, then it switches to audio only, where you can barely hear him muttering to himself, his voice sounding very pained.]

Owww...fucking weak human body...

[He speaks up again, sounding happier, as though he is trying to pretend that nobody saw that he was injured.]

Hey, anybody got anything interesting to talk about?

((ooc: Anybody who wants to comment/ask what the hell happened/make fun of him/pay him a visit is welcome :D))