tangorines | Violet City: Inn

"Get off of me! Go, you stupid thing! Go!"

Alois wrenched away the gear from the teddiursa, shoving it as far away from him as he could. He snarled when it tried to cuddle closer to him. It was late, and it wanted to go by to sleep at Alois' side but the boy wanted none of that. He kicked it off of the bed and went back to the gear. His other pokemon surrounded the teddiursa and helped him to his feet. They weren't sure what had gotten into their trainer. They were almost afraid of him. Ladybird and the beedrill tried to corner their teddiursa friend. He had been the last one with the gear. He had seen something happen. While the bug pokémon huddled around the teddiursa, Alois sat upon his bed and stared at the face reflected back in the pokégear. His team glanced at him occasionally, trying to make their suspicious looks less obvious.

Alois couldn't ignore their stares anymore than he could ignore anyone else's. He picked up the clock from the bedside desk and threw it in their direction. Already he was reaching for another item. "Stop looking at me! Don't you have anything better to do than stare and gape at me like dying fish? Look away!"

He fumbled with the gear, his fingers trembling as he made the machine work.

[It's the Midnight Hour, Johto. Normal people are asleep at this time, at least those who hadn't been subjected to various plot related elements of a certain video game. Alois, however, isn't going to the Velvet Room, nor is he announcing the beginning of the end. He's simply broadcasting a message is all. It's the same message each night since the twentieth of March.]

Hoheo taralna rondero tarel... Hoheo taralna rondero tarel... Hoheo taralna rondero tarel...

[It goes on for a half hour, at the same time each night before it suddenly cuts off and nothing fills the gear but silence.

But today, on the thirty-first of March, Alois decides to changes tactics. The broadcast is made in the early hours of the morning, his chant becoming more and more insistent. This time the video is on and Alois, though his eyes are half-cast and his complexion paler than usual, seems not yet defeated. He was not going to stop until he got what he wanted. That much was obvious.]

Hoheo taralna rondero tarel. Hoheo taralna rondero tarel. Hoheo taralna rondero tarel. Hoheo taralna rondero tarel. Hoheo taralna rondero tarel. Hoheo taralna rondero tarel! Hoheo taralna rondero tarel! Hoheo taralna rondero tarel!!

[His voice reaches a feverish pitch before dying altogether. He breathes deeply, steadies himself, and waits with a patience that doesn't seem to be of his own choosing.]

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[Oh god what. After seeing this she makes her way to Alois's room. Her hair is down from her pineapple style and hanging loose down her back; she's wearing her white nightgown because who has time to change when someone might be in trouble?]

...A-...Alois-san...?

Are you possessed or is this normal for you?

[When Envy first turns on the video, he looks a bit grouchy because who the hell is chanting noisily into the 'Gear at this hour, but then he notices that it's Alois. So he lets the annoyed expression drop. It's replaced by one that's curious and just the smallest bit concerned. Was he still sick?]

...was something supposed to happen?

[And that's about the closest to 'are you okay' Envy will give.]

[He hears the footsteps first, and though he knows they were too light to be that of a tall man he can't help but feel excited. Maybe it was him? Maybe he had taken some other form? Maybe - Chrome's voice shatters that illusion very quickly and Alois suppresses the urge to yell at her too. It would have felt great, he thinks, to have yelled at her. But she wasn't a servant of his.]

What. [He pays little attention to how she's dressed. The only concern to him was how fast she had found him.]

[Was it hi-- ... no. It was some boy, perhaps around his age or older. An interesting boy who had a question. Alois considers his words for a moment before responding. A distraction from his earlier disappointment was necessary.]

Yes, I ordinarily go around chanting spells. I even start bonfires in the middle of the night and throw sacrifices into it to please the gods.

[... Yeaaaaah, this guy's screwing with him. On the bright side, though, it probably means he's fine, so Hiro can roll with that.]

Must make it hard to talk to people.

[His entire demeanor shifts from anticipation to dejection in the span of a few seconds. Alois visibly deflates and shakes his head.]

...Someone was supposed to appear. But it seems as much as a joke here as it was then. [And yet then, there were still results. He expected those same results now.]

[He shows a small smile at that. Truthfully, he hadn't expected much of an answer back.]

Dreadfully so. They seem to think of me as some kind of wizard. Which, of course, I am not.

[Almost chuckles a little, but at least you get a sort of amused grin thing.]

Then what are you? If you're not wizard who's also possessed, anyway.

[This boy really was a good distraction! He chuckles along, smiling bright and wide.]

I should like to think that I am human. Isn't everyone -- human, I mean.

[He seems to be getting that a lot! Well, he's cool with that/]

We're all human, aren't we? [Nope! Though he'll leave that out of amusement time.] But if we all were just human, and not anything else, we'd all be the same, right?

[Well that was interesting; maybe Alois' world had magic or something, it wouldn't be the first time he'd met someone from a place like that. He'll file this information away.]

Maybe they're just not in Johto yet?

[ The backdrop is of silhouetted trees against the slowly-lightening sky. Sebastian is crouched on the forest floor, watching the feed with an insidious smile. ]

Your mantra seems ineffective. Just what did you expect to happen?

[ He's fishing for an answer, actually. All he knows is that whatever Alois is trying to accomplish, it isn't working — the boy's been doing this for days. ]

A-Are you alright? _{[Iris isn't quite sure what he's saying or why, but the tone that he's taken on is quite frightening to her.]}

[Ciel looks half asleep and clearly irritated.]

What is this nonsense you are spouting at such an hour?

[She tilts her head and, though aware of his anger and impatience, doesn't move away]

What's wrong?

[The urge to throw something at her head was becoming stronger. He frowns even more.]

Have you nothing better -- Does it seem as though anything is wrong?

I'd hope so. We'd be the same, yes. [All on a one-way ticket to-] Still, variety would be better if the other options weren't perverse and malformed.

He is here. There is no doubt about that.

[But there was. There was so much uncertainty, so much he didn't know.]

[His first impulse is to scream at her too, to get her as far away from him because she was simply herself. She was horribly soft. What were the chances of her really understanding? But knowing she was there and concerned about him was enough to calm him down, just a little.]

...He's not answering me.

[She's just gentle as always, quiet in her asking, with a small tilt of the head, holding the Pokegear as gently as if it were the poor boy himself.]

My apologies Little Earl. Did I wake you from your precious slumber?

[He'll put on a smile, just for Ciel.] Perhaps you'd be willing to help me, from one noble to another?

[He curls in towards the image of her, his body shuddering with every breath he took. He wishes she were with him now, rather than so far away.]

No. There's nothing you can do about it. ...I already know where he is.

[And now have a smile, cause friends are good things.]

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