[ Here's a very merry christmas present addressed to archie from apollo... it's a DRINK YOUR FUCKING WATER recycled plastic water bottle and a dogball launcher for mightyena (does mightyena play fetch? who knows). ]
[On Christmas Archie will find that he has received a package from M. Inside is a fake beard, as well as custom, hand-made figures of his current pokemon team.]
[Archie's gift is delivered later that day. The wrapping paper is very Ocean Themed.
Unwrapping the box reveals a hand made mega sharpedo plush. It's not the best - it's lumpy in places and has some scale issues (the fins are too big and wide), but its clear someone did her best. There's also a mega-anchor with it... way too many gold sequins on that. And a small felt Aqua Bandanna.
Don't question how a shark can wear it. it just can, ok?
There's even a card (unsigned!) that reads:]
It's not much, but I hope you like it.
Unwrapping the box reveals a hand made mega sharpedo plush. It's not the best - it's lumpy in places and has some scale issues (the fins are too big and wide), but its clear someone did her best. There's also a mega-anchor with it... way too many gold sequins on that. And a small felt Aqua Bandanna.
Don't question how a shark can wear it. it just can, ok?
There's even a card (unsigned!) that reads:]
It's not much, but I hope you like it.
[--after the dragging-hurt-uncle-clear-across-the-city-to-the-house math. that math. after all that math where he's gotten Archie more or less on the couch by his own power and, plopped on the floor beside him, is panting, trying to catch his breath.
look, he's not fat he's just. bigger. it's all that uncle muscle.
he perks up seeing eyelids flutter:] Ar-archie--??
look, he's not fat he's just. bigger. it's all that uncle muscle.
he perks up seeing eyelids flutter:] Ar-archie--??
[man. you know, later on, he'll be super impressed about all that. what willpower! what strength! was martin hiding an eight-pack under those baggy clothes all this time?
he groans, finally having enough strength again to actually retain consciousness for longer than five seconds. his entire body hurts. this sucks.]
...Hey, scamp. Shit... Rex is gonna kill me... [rip to this couch i guess.]
he groans, finally having enough strength again to actually retain consciousness for longer than five seconds. his entire body hurts. this sucks.]
...Hey, scamp. Shit... Rex is gonna kill me... [rip to this couch i guess.]
[So, Archie killed him. One could argue that he saved him, and that's probably more accurate. It's a difficult thing to accept and tackle, and so Guzma's just...not. He's trying to ignore it, ignore all that went down. He feels off and odd about it all, his emotions are exhausted, he's exhausted, so he doesn't even want to talk about it with Archie.
So he won't! Instead, he'll send Archie a picture of Golisopod asleep right in the middle of his kitchen. Effectively blocking the fridge—and everything fucking else, honestly.]
can u believe this fuck???
So he won't! Instead, he'll send Archie a picture of Golisopod asleep right in the middle of his kitchen. Effectively blocking the fridge—and everything fucking else, honestly.]
can u believe this fuck???
Edited 2020-02-23 03:26 (UTC)
[archie both hates and loves this message. naturally the parts of it he loves are all related to golisopod, the sweet giant isopod who can do no wrong. even if he has unpleasant memories of it at the moment, he couldn't even deny how fucking adorable the giant critter is as it sleeps. archie's heard it snoring before. it's adorable. he loves how golisopod groans and flops over onto its stomach when its tired.
the part of this he hates is... everything else. he knows what guzma is trying to do. his response takes a good few hours to come through, and it's a lackluster single word.]
cute
the part of this he hates is... everything else. he knows what guzma is trying to do. his response takes a good few hours to come through, and it's a lackluster single word.]
cute
Upon pressing play, a feed in what seems to almost be black-and-white, almost nightvision, fills the view with a room of stone walls and a heavy, oaken door. Blurry for a few seconds, the sharpness comes after a few, black flickers -- blinking. All the while, panting is heard, and persists until the view is moved to put a young boy in view.
He can't be older than eleven or twelve, with shaggy black hair sticking to his sweaty face, his hand clutching at the oversized shirt he wears. He pants, and so does the viewer, before a voice that isn't his pipes up.
"Hhh, here is safe?"
Small and faltering, with a pitch that's too small for Martin, but it's his. It's easy to tell after listening enough.
The black-haired boy nods a little.
"The door has no cracks," he replies, hushed. "Except on the floor. So you can't see in...even if you came this way. He won't. He doesn't."
"What?"
The boy gulps, nodding again before looking over.
"This is where I always go. Alex found it first, he took me here. So now when he's back, or when Alex says so...I go here."
"Every time?" There's confusion in Martin's tone.
"Yeah. Just in case. Well--" The boy grimaces, looking toward the door, then back, eyes cast downward. "Well, no. Just...when things...look bad."
"Bad?"
"If he's angry..."
There's a lull in the talk there, just their breaths slowly steadying, a few gulps, and the shifting of clothes and shoes on stone.
"Did you know?" The boy doesn't look up, now hugging his arms to himself. "That's why...Amanda doesn't walk right anymore."
Talk dies again in a more dire silence before Martin croaks out a barely-audible, "What...?"
He can't be older than eleven or twelve, with shaggy black hair sticking to his sweaty face, his hand clutching at the oversized shirt he wears. He pants, and so does the viewer, before a voice that isn't his pipes up.
"Hhh, here is safe?"
Small and faltering, with a pitch that's too small for Martin, but it's his. It's easy to tell after listening enough.
The black-haired boy nods a little.
"The door has no cracks," he replies, hushed. "Except on the floor. So you can't see in...even if you came this way. He won't. He doesn't."
"What?"
The boy gulps, nodding again before looking over.
"This is where I always go. Alex found it first, he took me here. So now when he's back, or when Alex says so...I go here."
"Every time?" There's confusion in Martin's tone.
"Yeah. Just in case. Well--" The boy grimaces, looking toward the door, then back, eyes cast downward. "Well, no. Just...when things...look bad."
"Bad?"
"If he's angry..."
There's a lull in the talk there, just their breaths slowly steadying, a few gulps, and the shifting of clothes and shoes on stone.
"Did you know?" The boy doesn't look up, now hugging his arms to himself. "That's why...Amanda doesn't walk right anymore."
Talk dies again in a more dire silence before Martin croaks out a barely-audible, "What...?"
[what...? archie has to watch this a few times before he realises what's going on. he... unfortunately makes the connections to what's happening pretty quickly, based on what's going on on the network.
damn it. god damn it. those fucking lumas. he still wants to wreck that office again. again and again.
martin might not know about this. archie sends him a hesitant text:] yo, mart
you good?
damn it. god damn it. those fucking lumas. he still wants to wreck that office again. again and again.
martin might not know about this. archie sends him a hesitant text:] yo, mart
you good?
They can't all be dreadful tidings, can they? These anonymous videos that are, honestly, not really that anonymous. Well, press play on this new message, and you get a face full of these faces:
"Easy, easy!" Lucina laughs -- it's absolutely, undoubtedly Lucina, even with only seeing the pair of hands smushing that happy dog face. A happy dog face that is undoubtedly Lissa's -- perhaps he remembers her? And the other, darker dog? Lon'qu... That idiot Odin named dogs after his own parents.
"Yes, I missed you, too...!"
The chuckle tapers off as she manages to get control of these two happy, loving bears of dogs, all their huffing and snuffling still loud on the audio, a few doggie whimpers peppered in there to emphasize their joy.
"I missed you, too. I'm sorry. It's been a while since I last visited, hasn't it? I could give you a few excuses, but...I doubt you'd have a care for them."
Pant, pant, whine whine.
"I could say it's been so busy, but...that's only a little true. There's been some quiet after the storm. A lull, I suppose. Doubtless, more will come...for as long as those fates are around, more will come."
Lucina sighs, and for a good fifteen seconds, it's just more dog sounds and some scritches.
"Maybe when Archie comes back, I'll bring him out to visit you, too.
"...if he comes back. Gods. I hope he comes back. I still..." Her voice gets thick. "I let him down again. I have to make it up to him, you know?"
One of the dogs whines a longer note and then huffs, earning a nose boop.
"Yes. Next time. I'll bring good company. Better company than me, okay?"
"Easy, easy!" Lucina laughs -- it's absolutely, undoubtedly Lucina, even with only seeing the pair of hands smushing that happy dog face. A happy dog face that is undoubtedly Lissa's -- perhaps he remembers her? And the other, darker dog? Lon'qu... That idiot Odin named dogs after his own parents.
"Yes, I missed you, too...!"
The chuckle tapers off as she manages to get control of these two happy, loving bears of dogs, all their huffing and snuffling still loud on the audio, a few doggie whimpers peppered in there to emphasize their joy.
"I missed you, too. I'm sorry. It's been a while since I last visited, hasn't it? I could give you a few excuses, but...I doubt you'd have a care for them."
Pant, pant, whine whine.
"I could say it's been so busy, but...that's only a little true. There's been some quiet after the storm. A lull, I suppose. Doubtless, more will come...for as long as those fates are around, more will come."
Lucina sighs, and for a good fifteen seconds, it's just more dog sounds and some scritches.
"Maybe when Archie comes back, I'll bring him out to visit you, too.
"...if he comes back. Gods. I hope he comes back. I still..." Her voice gets thick. "I let him down again. I have to make it up to him, you know?"
One of the dogs whines a longer note and then huffs, earning a nose boop.
"Yes. Next time. I'll bring good company. Better company than me, okay?"
After the last one, Archie almost doesn't even play this one. He can see who it is immediately and it's very self-indulgent that he continues watching. He misses those dogs. He misses Owain. He's full of so many regrets with how many things went down with him, and he can't make it right...
He's snapped back from his own thoughts by the mention of his own name, looking around like someone's called him from elsewhere. Why is she-- ah. The fates. He sighs; he wouldn't have run into the storm so readily if he knew what was going to happen with it.
Archie wants to call her and tell her that she didn't let him down, that she doesn't, really. He only gets worried about her and how she treats herself as a weapon more than a person. Why does he never realise these things until it's too late?
He doesn't message her, in the end. Just watches the memory a few more times.
He's snapped back from his own thoughts by the mention of his own name, looking around like someone's called him from elsewhere. Why is she-- ah. The fates. He sighs; he wouldn't have run into the storm so readily if he knew what was going to happen with it.
Archie wants to call her and tell her that she didn't let him down, that she doesn't, really. He only gets worried about her and how she treats herself as a weapon more than a person. Why does he never realise these things until it's too late?
He doesn't message her, in the end. Just watches the memory a few more times.
[This message comes through about midnight or so- long after Tina should be in bed, as she has school. But there's something troubling her, something a bit too personal to ask over the network, so here she is, talking to one of the people she trusts the most.]
you awake
i mean i guess you're going to respond when you are so sorry if this wakes you up
you awake
i mean i guess you're going to respond when you are so sorry if this wakes you up
Edited 2020-03-18 00:12 (UTC)
[ She's had a little talk with Martin that has left her with questions and concerns for the Problematic Pirate Hotline.
He better pick up. If he doesn't, she's just going to keep calling until he does. Then, very flatly: ]
Did you say something to my son.
He better pick up. If he doesn't, she's just going to keep calling until he does. Then, very flatly: ]
Did you say something to my son.
[Before any text is sent, a video is sent of Golbat getting very clingy to Gladion and rubbing on him. The video's clearly taken by someone else since Gladion's in his living room laughing as he's trying to get Golbat off him with both hands.]
Archie... I need your help. Golbat's been acting like this recently and doesn't normally get this way. Is this normal for them? I haven't seen any of them do this outside of their own kind.
Archie... I need your help. Golbat's been acting like this recently and doesn't normally get this way. Is this normal for them? I haven't seen any of them do this outside of their own kind.
[ Archie is Riza's last stop, though part of her knows she has to wait for him. So she does, waiting for Archie to pop back up in this world before she approached him, letting out a sad whine as she handed over a very simple note: ]
Sorry man.
Take good care of her, like Riza took care of me.
-Adachi
Sorry man.
Take good care of her, like Riza took care of me.
-Adachi
[you know, he'd actually been sleeping a lot better before that thing with archer. practically had a normal routine, then that went and happened. had this call been a month earlier, he wouldn't have been awake. unfortunately now, he is.]
Yo, Mart. It's alright. What's up?
Yo, Mart. It's alright. What's up?
i can’t be here anymore
let’s find another place to live
this whole thing was a mistake from the get go
let’s find another place to live
this whole thing was a mistake from the get go
Voicemail, backdated to the 21st when Gladion ports back in
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[There's some silence for a few seconds before a sigh and background noise from government people trying to hassle him.]
S-sorry Archie, I missed the training session this week. I got ported back home suddenly and just got back.
S-sorry Archie, I missed the training session this week. I got ported back home suddenly and just got back.
Wailmer whirls by the ‘high striker,’ slams its tail on the button with terrific force! Luckily, the magical carnival game is supernaturally durable.
Unfortunately, the magical carnival game is supernaturally durable.
Archie and Kavinsky exchange looks.
Burritos explode from the top of the game. Hundreds of foil-wrapped cylindrical carb-loaded rockets. Both the ImPorts and Pokémon run pell-mell from the park, natives gazing on perplexed.
Afterward, the two gasp for breath in the woods, listening to Sharpedo chew.
Kavinsky wheezes, “That the stupidest shit you done?”
“Sure.” Archie laughs too. It’s funny because it's in no way true. “That’s the goal.”
[ It's been a strange few weeks, even for this place — strange, ironically, because she can't remember anything strange happening despite the fact that other people clearly do — but that's how it is around here. There's an odd routine about it that's probably ironic in its own way. And when transdimensional, world-altering whatever-the-fuck inevitably goes down, Andy always does the same thing.
One, a headcount. Two, a check-in.
Sure, she's a miserable bitch at the best of times, but let it never be said that Andy doesn't look after her own — and all petty disputes aside, Archie's been one of hers longer than most. It's the least she should do really, heading over to his new place with a case of grocery store beer in hand and a freshly rolled joint in her pocket. Who knows if it's a curse or a convenience that they live within walking distance of each other these days. She doesn't dwell on it. Instead, she comes up to the front door and knocks, announcing herself monotonously: ]
It's me.
One, a headcount. Two, a check-in.
Sure, she's a miserable bitch at the best of times, but let it never be said that Andy doesn't look after her own — and all petty disputes aside, Archie's been one of hers longer than most. It's the least she should do really, heading over to his new place with a case of grocery store beer in hand and a freshly rolled joint in her pocket. Who knows if it's a curse or a convenience that they live within walking distance of each other these days. She doesn't dwell on it. Instead, she comes up to the front door and knocks, announcing herself monotonously: ]
It's me.
[archie's in the denial stage of it all. he's not particularly traumatised or upset by what happened in the other world - not that he even remembers it - but rather... annoyed he didn't get to go home, again. he keeps getting blue balled like that, and it's maddening.
he is quite clearly a few drinks down when he answers the door, but not so much he can't stand or is in danger of going down face first.]
Yo! Shit, Andy, it feels like it's been... I don't know. A while. Time really flies when ya don't exist, huh? [he pushes his door open, gesturing for her to come in.] I got the fire pit goin' out back, if you wanna join me!
he is quite clearly a few drinks down when he answers the door, but not so much he can't stand or is in danger of going down face first.]
Yo! Shit, Andy, it feels like it's been... I don't know. A while. Time really flies when ya don't exist, huh? [he pushes his door open, gesturing for her to come in.] I got the fire pit goin' out back, if you wanna join me!
[archie is not expecting anyone! it takes him a moment to get changed to answer the door, looking no different than usual other than longer hair pulled into a ponytail. looks like he's going for a real hippie look these days, though his beard is the same.]
Lu? What're you doin'? [mightyena and riza sniff at her, tails wagging when archie steps aside to let her in.]
Lu? What're you doin'? [mightyena and riza sniff at her, tails wagging when archie steps aside to let her in.]
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