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"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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Date: 2011-04-01 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[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.

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Date: 2011-04-01 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3-butterflies.livejournal.com
[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.]

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Date: 2011-04-01 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[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.

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Date: 2011-04-01 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3-butterflies.livejournal.com


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

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Date: 2011-04-01 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[Friend... that may be stretching the word a bit. 'Servant' was too vague, as true as it was. Try as he might, he couldn't think of a word to express just how vital Claude was to him. He hung his head.]

He is my butler. [The word hangs in the air, trying to assert itself as something more.]

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Date: 2011-04-01 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3-butterflies.livejournal.com
[Well, technically, he didn't say no, so it's not a no! Maybe if this friend can be found, he can be not such a dick happier, and happiness is what she wants from him.]

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Date: 2011-04-01 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[Blind hope is the last thing he wants to hear, even if he reaches for it with greedy hands.]

No! ...He would have come by now. [He's been calling him for twelve days straight. He's beginning to wonder if the contract is still valid. After all, the terms were never completed before Claude did the impossible. Alois looks away.]

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Date: 2011-04-01 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3-butterflies.livejournal.com
[Sorry, but she's a little girl pony, blind hope is what she's good at.]

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Date: 2011-04-02 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[Twelve days wasn't sign enough of his patience, was it. Alois stares off into space for a moment before coming back to earth.]

He must have misplaced my body afterward! [Even though Claude could never misplace anything, as meticulous as he was. It didn't hurt to hope.] How does he expect to find me when he's parading elsewhere?

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Date: 2011-04-02 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[She said something earlier? He hadn't noticed. He regards her with an empty expression. His brows knit together in thought and, slowly, he leans closer to the gear. Hesitantly he places his trust with her.]

. . . . Really?

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Date: 2011-04-02 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3-butterflies.livejournal.com
[There we go! She nods with a smile.]

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Date: 2011-04-03 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[...Evil pony. ]

You'll have one hell of a time looking for him. [If the magic words didn't work, what could a bunch of girls possibly accomplish? Eh, why not. It'll keep her on the gear for a much longer time, and he did like having all her full attention.]

He's tall and wears black. [...He should tell her more but he hadn't really felt like telling her too much.]

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Date: 2011-04-03 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3-butterflies.livejournal.com
[pot calling the kettle black much?]

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Date: 2011-04-03 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[LALALALALALA]

Do try not to confuse him for another person! Claude wears glasses and he's far superior to that other bloke who'll try to imitate him.

[Despite it all, it was hard to place Claude on anything but the highest pedestal. There was no one else to place there.]

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Date: 2011-04-03 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
Yes! He's quite the queer fellow. You wouldn't want to cross him.

He may try to do something dreadful to you and your friends. [Besides robbing. And other minor things.]

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Date: 2011-04-03 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[why you no English]

How indeed. ...You'll know that Claude - my friend - is nothing like that Sebastian fellow. Claude ...

[was he still his butler? He wasn't so sure about that, but he had to been important to Claude. He had to have still had his affection in one way or another.] ... he'll be with that Sebastian I told you about.

[And even as he admitted it, he could not believe it. It made no sense for Claude to stay so long with Sebastian. He was supposed to be with Alois and looking for him, not parading around with Ciel and his butler.]

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Date: 2011-04-03 07:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3-butterflies.livejournal.com
[because i are pony]

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Date: 2011-04-03 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
You shouldn't. 'Claude' is the sort of name that simply rolls off the tongue. It's a much better name than 'Sebastian'.

[Speaking of Sebastian...] I found out what made me so ill.

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Date: 2011-04-03 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[Now that she mentioned it, that must have been the breakfast item that carried it.]

Not the one for the animals, one that would be normally safe for people. I believe it was poisoned.

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Date: 2011-04-03 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fauxearl.livejournal.com
[staaaaaaaaaaare]

I doubt Sebastian would make that careless a mistake. [Oh. Did he just name drop? Oops~.]

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