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bravenewworld2015-01-20 07:05 pm
niepokonany) wrote in bravenewworld2015-01-20 07:05 pm
18 [Action x2, Video x1]
[Action A: Mountains -- OPEN to CR]
[It's been months now.]
[His boots are getting holes in the bottom. Every item of clothing he owns is getting threadbare. And deep down, he knows -- with every day that goes by, his chances of finding the Flourite boys alive and well gets smaller and smaller.]
[Honestly, that's half the reason he's so reluctant to go home for even a full day recently. Someone's bound to bring it up, sooner or later, and the weight of that knowledge on him is an awful lot to smile and bluff his way past. It's exhausting, all the effort it takes to act like he's doing okay lately.]
[There aren't really any leads. They just disappeared all of a sudden, and any trail Emilia had picked up in the early days has long since gone cold.]
[He just keeps trying anyway, switching between the two Rapidashes and the Flying types he's bonded with to cover all the ground he can without any of them getting tired, going over and over every place he can think to look. Today, he's taken to the high reaches of the mountains, near the Ice Rock. He and his team are strong compared to the local Pokemon, but the winter itself is more formidable -- the relentless wind, the blinding droves of snow, the cold itself cutting to the bone, leading him to send his Pokemon back to the Habitat for their own safety and press on alone.]
[Finally, near exhaustion, he starts coming down the Union side of the mountain. Staying out here until it kills him won't save them, and he needs to get a little distance between him and the storm before calling out a Flying type to bring him home will do much good.]
[As he makes his way down, he comes across a certain overlook, with the Forest and Union spread out in the distance. Under the blanket of snow, he recognizes the place -- recognizes the way it looked in the spring, the day he brought Fai here.]
[Somehow, it's standing in that same place that finally hits him so hard he can't go on standing. He just sort of collapses into the snow, wrapping his traveling cloak around him, fingers drawn to the warmth of the Fire Stone necklace he wears.]
[He's tired. He's really, incredibly tired.]
[Even now, though, when he feels his chest crushed and his breath choked by the nearly physical weight of grief, when every part of his body feels heavy, he can't lie there forever. When he closes his eyes, he can see the adoring way Fai looked at him every morning, can feel gentle fingers brushing back his hair. He can hear Yuui in the kitchen, singing to himself as he cooks breakfast.]
[He can't give up on them.]
[A sudden rush of determination takes hold of him -- and as it does, as he pushes himself up out of the snow, the light of evolution starts to shine from him.]
[Action B: Union, that evening - OPEN to anybody]
[It's well past sunset by the time he makes it home -- though, as deep into the winter as they are, it's not really terribly late. A Noctowl swoops down from over the walls and makes for the nearest open area, landing with a soft, rather concerned hoot.]
[And off of his back climbs Feliks, looking rather the worse for wear -- and slightly different than before, the red at the tips of his hair having spread upwards and grown darker, more vivid. There's also the little thing where little red flames spring up at his heels -- though they burn out quickly, and don't appear to be hurting anything.]
[He blinks a little, then gives the Noctowl a grateful hug and starts sort of exhaustedly limping his way back toward the building where his mostly-abandoned flat is. It's not like he needs a medic or anything, right?]
[Video, the next day]
[Feliks is dressed in his warmest pajamas, with a very protective-looking Ninetales and Houndoom joining him in his pile of blankets and pillows.]
So, like--
[Wow, no, that isn't working. He clears his throat, trying to force away some of the hoarseness.]
Hahaha, lame. Can you believe that? Like, I evolve and look super cool, but then I go and get a cold the same day!
[A cold, possible pneumonia -- same thing really, right??]
I think Jadwiga's gonna stalk me around and teleport me back here if I don't stay put for a couple days, but I'm seriously gonna die of boredom. Who wants to help me escape?
[He laughs, and cuts off the camera when it turns into a coughing fit. Yeah, helping him escape might not be the best of plans.]
[It's been months now.]
[His boots are getting holes in the bottom. Every item of clothing he owns is getting threadbare. And deep down, he knows -- with every day that goes by, his chances of finding the Flourite boys alive and well gets smaller and smaller.]
[Honestly, that's half the reason he's so reluctant to go home for even a full day recently. Someone's bound to bring it up, sooner or later, and the weight of that knowledge on him is an awful lot to smile and bluff his way past. It's exhausting, all the effort it takes to act like he's doing okay lately.]
[There aren't really any leads. They just disappeared all of a sudden, and any trail Emilia had picked up in the early days has long since gone cold.]
[He just keeps trying anyway, switching between the two Rapidashes and the Flying types he's bonded with to cover all the ground he can without any of them getting tired, going over and over every place he can think to look. Today, he's taken to the high reaches of the mountains, near the Ice Rock. He and his team are strong compared to the local Pokemon, but the winter itself is more formidable -- the relentless wind, the blinding droves of snow, the cold itself cutting to the bone, leading him to send his Pokemon back to the Habitat for their own safety and press on alone.]
[Finally, near exhaustion, he starts coming down the Union side of the mountain. Staying out here until it kills him won't save them, and he needs to get a little distance between him and the storm before calling out a Flying type to bring him home will do much good.]
[As he makes his way down, he comes across a certain overlook, with the Forest and Union spread out in the distance. Under the blanket of snow, he recognizes the place -- recognizes the way it looked in the spring, the day he brought Fai here.]
[Somehow, it's standing in that same place that finally hits him so hard he can't go on standing. He just sort of collapses into the snow, wrapping his traveling cloak around him, fingers drawn to the warmth of the Fire Stone necklace he wears.]
[He's tired. He's really, incredibly tired.]
[Even now, though, when he feels his chest crushed and his breath choked by the nearly physical weight of grief, when every part of his body feels heavy, he can't lie there forever. When he closes his eyes, he can see the adoring way Fai looked at him every morning, can feel gentle fingers brushing back his hair. He can hear Yuui in the kitchen, singing to himself as he cooks breakfast.]
[He can't give up on them.]
[A sudden rush of determination takes hold of him -- and as it does, as he pushes himself up out of the snow, the light of evolution starts to shine from him.]
[Action B: Union, that evening - OPEN to anybody]
[It's well past sunset by the time he makes it home -- though, as deep into the winter as they are, it's not really terribly late. A Noctowl swoops down from over the walls and makes for the nearest open area, landing with a soft, rather concerned hoot.]
[And off of his back climbs Feliks, looking rather the worse for wear -- and slightly different than before, the red at the tips of his hair having spread upwards and grown darker, more vivid. There's also the little thing where little red flames spring up at his heels -- though they burn out quickly, and don't appear to be hurting anything.]
[He blinks a little, then gives the Noctowl a grateful hug and starts sort of exhaustedly limping his way back toward the building where his mostly-abandoned flat is. It's not like he needs a medic or anything, right?]
[Video, the next day]
[Feliks is dressed in his warmest pajamas, with a very protective-looking Ninetales and Houndoom joining him in his pile of blankets and pillows.]
So, like--
[Wow, no, that isn't working. He clears his throat, trying to force away some of the hoarseness.]
Hahaha, lame. Can you believe that? Like, I evolve and look super cool, but then I go and get a cold the same day!
[A cold, possible pneumonia -- same thing really, right??]
I think Jadwiga's gonna stalk me around and teleport me back here if I don't stay put for a couple days, but I'm seriously gonna die of boredom. Who wants to help me escape?
[He laughs, and cuts off the camera when it turns into a coughing fit. Yeah, helping him escape might not be the best of plans.]
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Feliks?! Is that you? It’s me, Yuuna! Are you hurt?
[Boy oh boy this was a surprise! Quite a surprise indeed.]
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Yeah? I... Yeah, it's me. Not... hurt?
[Not hurt, not substantially. A few scrapes from the ice here and there, a few stiff muscles and joints, but nothing worth complaining over in terms of injuries. No, the real danger wasn't that he was hurt, it was just that he was so completely worn down.]
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Gods, you evolved didn't you?
[Moving closer, Yuuna immediately goes for her medical bag, eyeing those scrapes.]
How do you feel? Tired? Hungry? Sleepy?
[Symptoms of evolution in her experience.]
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[Seems pretty unlikely. Lightheaded and heavy-limbed with exhaustion, he wobbles where he's sitting in the snow. His hands shake as he tries to pull his cloak around him more.]
Yes. No. No.
Just... mega tired?
[He pushed himself to his limit -- and maybe that's why his body choose that moment to evolve.]
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[She snorts and reaches out to him, one hand opening her back.]
Come here, we need to get these scrapes bandaged up at least. And with how you look? We're gonna need to get you back to Union as soon as we can.
[Her tone is firm and sharp, like a medic's should be. She may not have officially joined that group, but she has the skills, and that includes her Doctor Voice.]
Evolution is a draining process on the body, so you're going to need to rest. Do you have a flyer who can get you back, or do I need to call Suzume?
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[It's mumbled, feverish, but at least his sense of humor seems intact. He lets her draw near, though he does squirm a little at the concern.]
I'm good! It doesn't -- I mean, like, it isn't as bad as it looks...
[He takes a second to parse that last part, then fumbles with his Warp Band.]
Y-yeah, I've got, um... Who's on it now? I've definitely got someone, for sure!
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[And hot or not (literally) she takes out a cloth and starts disinfecting it to get at his scrapes.]
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I'm working on it, I'm working on it!
[He finally manages to find the right switch on his Warp Band, and a Noctowl a bit on the large-ish side appears, stretching his wings out with a hoot.]
See?
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I believed you. What happened, though? Was there an attack? What triggered the evolution?
[Said as she guides him towards the enormous bird…]
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[What with most of his attack moves being fire-based, and all.]
I just... pushed it a little far, I guess? Like, I was out for... a while, and the storm...
[He wraps his arms around the Flying-type, shivering a little in spite of the heat coming off of his body.]
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[Hoyo hops closer and reaches down to scoop up her trainer too.]
And the storm, yeah. We really need to get you back to Union. I'm afraid you're going to have to stay in town till you've gotten real rest.
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...I'm totally getting real rest.
[Yeah, no.]
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[Flat as can be.]
Hoyo, let's go!
[A gentle poke and up the Aerodactyl starts...]
I'm taking you to the Medical Center, Feliks. And I'm not going to take no for an answer this time. Pushing yourself after an Evolution can and will kill you.
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Nothing's killing me! Try to make me, and I'm totally gonna lose you before we hit the city.
[The medics will tell his grandparents where he is. He won't be able to look for Fai. He's not going to let that happen.]
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[Yuuna snorts but grins at him.]
If you really, really refuse to go to the medical, I'll just have to keep you at my place for a night.
[Yes, she's willing to put you up. IT helps that she too is a medic.]
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[But he can't, not really. Home disappeared. The apartment is still there, but the Pokemon are in the habitat, and the people that made it home are gone.]
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[This is probably the most forceful Yuuna will ever be with Feliks. Because he'll die if he keeps pushing himself like that.]
I know you don't want to, dude...but you need rest.
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[He grits his teeth, hanging on to his Pokemon, buffeted by the wind.]
You think I'm not dead yet 'cause I don't know that?
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I think...you're not dead because you're too tough and stubborn. I don't want to see you end up hurt. That's all.
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Who even cares?
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Nite...
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