Lu Meng Ziming (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
young_oldman) wrote2014-10-11 10:23 am
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IC Inbox: Empatheias
[Your birds might get a little plump on bird seeds. Just saying.]
young_oldman) wrote2014-10-11 10:23 am
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Tong will want to be quick about dragging their fellow blobby one off Red's face, because there's a dragon turning around the corner now to poke his own head in with all the commotion with a growl under his breath and Jolteon's baring teeth, which'll he'll swap for angry yaps once his trainer has been given his face back. He hushes completely though, when Red skips on catching his breath while sprawled out on the ground and scrambles into a sitting position with the help of his arms pushing him up from the ground, looking much like a guy who was just getting suffocated -- but even with that wide-eyed look and chest heaving, he's got the room to ask with a worry and panic: ]
What's happened to Lu Meng?!
[ Clearly the actual important thing here. ]
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The crystal is colourless and flawless without a scratch, despite all the slime stains old and new. But underneath the translucent shell is the man he's looking for, encased in a crystal prison, trapped at his desk. The pen in his hand and the book he was writing in was spared, but dust coats the table and the writing implements, as well as the rest of the chair. With eyebrow furrowed with focus and mouth set into a deep, thoughtful frown, Lu Meng must've been in the middle of his writing when the world thought to play a little trick on him, to the distress of his porrings.]
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Red's heard about the crystallisation process some go through, but he's not sure if he's ever seen before. It doesn't feel like it then in that moment, that sharp small slip of light making him squint as much as the entire rest of the state, surreal for what it was to see, bizarre and yet...right there. Real. He wants to get a closer look; not just at the crystal, but at the man encased inside it.
...But approaching without a thought for the three porrings in front of him would be an inconsideration he doesn't want to give, especially with how upset Xiong appears ... and how the other two must be feeling as well. Red shifts himself, first to kneel in position than to get up fully, and to allow a calm to roll from him, a gentle reassurance -- and a voiceless message, all coming from a use in dunamis he had only been able to learn through Lu Meng's efforts in helping him to understand and grasp it. ]
Lu Meng's my friend too. He's a man I respect a lot! I won't hurt him, so you don't need to worry. My friends will stay back too, alright? I just want to get a closer look.
[ It's not a form of communication where he can't understand them in the same manner in return, but his pokémon receive the message too. The pin-prick needles of Jolteon's fur decline from their risen state and the pokémon takes a step back, mouth closed if his look not entirely softened, and Charizard huffs, moving back his head. ...he's not entirely inside the room anyway, so.
But Red then extends out an arm towards Xiong, looking over to the other pair. ]
You can climb on me if you wanna keep an eye on me. Just not the face this time, okay?
[ All aboard the trainer? ]
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Xiong crawls up almost instantly exuding slime and porring snot even as he settles onto the top of Red's head. The other two are a little less trusting, sharing a wary glance with each other. It's Tong that makes the decision for both of them; with a defeated slump and a shrug of non-existent shoulders, he bounds his way towards Red, signalling for Xing to follow. And finally, reluctantly, Xing does, accepting the olive branch that Red's offering him. Tong shifts over from one shoulder to the other to give Xing room. All three porrings settle onto Red in various states of despair, worry and grief.]
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With them nestled on him, Red finally stands on his feet. Their tiny little emotions are felt, but carries them all without a word over to the man where the streaks of slime from visitors climbing all over him now catches the trainer's eye better. Red doesn't care for a stick mess though (if he didn't he wouldn't have invited the porrings to sit on him), putting a hand along the crystal in line with Lu Meng's shoulder. ... then tapping it with a knuckle.
He was well and truly stuck in there, wasn't he? It makes him frown -- it wasn't likely a good idea to try and have Charizard punch it, huh.
...But that doesn't mean he can't lean in and-- ]
Lu Meeeeeng? ...Heeelllo?
[ --pat at the crystal a few more times! ]
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There's no starting fracture. The entire crystal shell just completely breaks apart as if the cracks had always been there, so fine that they could not be seen by the naked eye, but numerous and deep enough that just a simple light touch was enough to send pieces spraying outwards and everywhere, evaporating into dust and nothingness.
The pen scratches against paper to finish a sentence that's a month old, and breath enters and exits a body that had been trapped in time. But the magic of the island had kept him safe and healthy, unchanged from the moment he'd been frozen in crystal. He completes the last bit of instructions for the Arehtei rituals and sets his pen down with a satisfied sigh.
And it's then, and only then, that he realises that something has gone terribly wrong. His head snaps up, and then the chair he's sitting on is pushed back sharply, leaving dust marks on the ground. A curtain is yanked open and light spills into the room, chasing shadows and revealing exactly how must dust has built up. His back to facing Red, his fingers trembles a moment before he brings his hand down to the table. A thick smudge of black on his fingertips confirms his suspicions and behind him his shadow explodes, a black stream that floods out and stretches across the floor. The sunlight turns cold, the colour around him bleaching as he pales. The air grows stifling, increasingly uncomfortable.
Just like the uncomfortable truth that he's been once again trapped in a moment. But how long more does he have left before he's run out of luck, and out of time?]
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He felt alarmed then -- and only then. Because as the man begins to find himself again, unstuck from the second that he had been in and realising it, it's more of a relief that grows rapidly inside Red, a quiet sort that the porrings might even feel under their bodies It doesn't think to go as Lu Meng stands, walks, pulls back on the curtains without acknowledging him; it just evolves, into words in the back of his throat, things he plans to say with the smile growing on his face--
and then all turning into nothing when the shadows cascade once more across the room.
The little thought that had been dancing in his mind that Lu Meng hadn't caught sight of him comes closer to the front of his mind, though it's no more important than the thought of whatever must be going inside the other man's mind now. If just a worry, or something deeper -- although those shadows always remind him of a harsher time, and he can't help but imagine it the latter.
But this wasn't them in the middle of the woods. He had something maybe a little better to offer than a fire and water, and unwelcome lies about ghosts. He had a better way to push past the chilling effects of the man's emotions than to bear through it, making himself known as he steps towards him but allows him to keep his space. Around him, the porrings won't feel the chill nor weight of the air; the shadows are refused the right beneath his feet, the colour brought to what it should be, as his own emotions take place. Not simply a calm, but something brighter than that, more hopeful, more joyous in a low-key way.
The same type of emotion there in his voice when he speaks up. ]
Everything's alright, Lu Meng! The people are fine, so's the centre... the island's still in one piece too! [ If the older man thinks to turn then, the outer presence of Red's emotions will spread a little farther in a moment of excitement, of eagerness to see his face, no matter the expression that might be on it. However, even so, those emotions don't attempt to force themselves closer to Lu Meng's person -- that will all depend on his own emotions, and how strongly they'll stay their ground, or eventually retreat. ]
I do have some bad news though... we sorta [ completely ] busted your door getting in, and it stinks in your kitchen, so we're gonna have to clean up everywhere. Before that though, these guys have really missed seeing you moving, so you're gonna need to get ready for how much they're gonna slobber you. Okay?