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tsuntrader) wrote2012-11-04 01:17 pm
tsuntrader) wrote2012-11-04 01:17 pm
sloooowwwpooookkkkeeee [written/action]
[Silver is Silver is Silver. Upon finally waking up, he immediately tries to pull himself up... And it's a bad idea. His head spins. Despite the fact that he's awake, he's still very weak, and trying to act like he's not gave him a big reminder of that. He rethinks his actions and slowly pulls himself up into a seated position.
So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-
There it is.]
[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]
Is it over yet? None of you died, right?
[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.
Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.
But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.
And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.
Yep.]
So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-
There it is.]
[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]
Is it over yet? None of you died, right?
[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.
Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.
But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.
And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.
Yep.]
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Food. Definitely food. Water. These things sound nice.]
I'm okay. [But hell if Silver's gonna ask for any of them.]
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[He is summarily ignored; when one or the other subway brother lets her in, she's carrying a small armful of stuff.]
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It's her. Everything about her. She's not hurt. She's-]
You're okay. [She's okay. She's okay and it's relieving enough for a smile.]
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I'm not sure if you are. What happened?
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...Well-] I lost most of my soul. [...] Life energy. Whatever you'd like to call it. [And he still looks the part. Looking at him and listening to him, it's still very easy to believe that if he fell back asleep, he wouldn't wake up.]
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Not losing another person.]
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It's okay. I'm okay. ...I'll be okay. [He hopes, anyway. He didn't exactly read the fine print when he used his soul as ghost fuel.]
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We... We were heading to get evacuated. Ingo and I. All of our Pokémon were completely wiped. We might as well have been dead weight and were worried for our Pokémon's safety. We had a friend tag along, too.
[...] Then those infected guys that were running around showed up. There must've been a dozen of them. [He remembers the group of them. He remembers the split second of panic before scrambling to come up with a plan.
Something to keep everyone safe. He pauses for a moment.] Chandelure over here feeds off of life energy. He's well trained so he normally wouldn't hurt anyone, but I made him take mine to save all of us and help us get out.
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You did that without knowing what might happen to you? [Oh, and she's let him go, only to look at him for a moment with dark worry. What if he'd died?
All at once she remembers both her composure and Silver's feelings about being fussed over. So she leans down to pick up some of the things she brought with her. A full thermos first.]
I don't know if you feel well enough to eat or drink anything, but it's here if you want it. [That is a very large pile of candy there beside you, Silver.]
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And it's apple juice. Apple...
At first he just takes a small sip, to taste it... But then he starts downing it far too fast. Wow, he didn't realize just how thirsty he was until just now.
And this is delicious.]
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[And he doesn't look like he has the energy to handle throwing up really. Are there not some worried pokémon around to help her here.]
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Oh. Right. He. He slows down. ...And stops.
At least he only finished off a third of it. ...Maybe half. ...Not all of it, anyway.]
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[There's no escaping the fussing now. Even if he doesn't want to eat, Mia brought things for his pokémon too. A while ago she learned what Murkrow and Feraligatr liked, and she tried to match it. Sneasel gets eggs.
...And then she looks at Chandelure with a frown of consideration.]
I don't know you, do I?
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...Yeah. [In fact, food sounds amazing right now.
...But after a moment and hearing Mia's next words...] I think Chandelure likes the same kinds of things that Murkrow likes. ...He's Ingo's Pokémon.
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I'm sorry if it isn't, ah, what you want. [More sorry than she'd have been two weeks ago; she doesn't look him in the eye.]
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And he'll take it. He reaches for the apple first- he loves apples- And is about to outright devour it before remembering that he should eat it slowly.
It's not bread, soup, and water. That's a reason to love it by default.]
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Hello. [To Chandelure.] It's nice to meet you.
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[Don't worry, Silver. It will go somewhere good.]
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why do you ask]
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[Look, she's even smiling at him. Apparently she is well-aware that the decision Silver made was 1. entirely his and 2. probably the best one in the circumstances, because circumstances on that draft were pretty dire.]
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[huh
well
well okay
(Mia, you rock, just saying. Thank you for making Chandelure not feel bad. Thank you.)]
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Are you okay?
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