The only thing I've been attacked by since I've been here is a ghost that thrives on hurting people. Keep your Pokemon under better control!
[Honestly? It's a relief to let out all this bottled up anger. And any control he might've had was lost when Gengar appeared to him, a malicious grin stretched from ear to ear. She wanted to scare him.
But this anger isn't just towards Red and Gengar. No, it's also towards himself because he knows what Red is accusing him off is true. It's a cycle of anger that grows and grows, really, just like the darkening thunder clouds above him.]
[ The wind still blows against his body, his face red from the heat produced; yet Red stands, slowly, his own defiance of this person, stubborn will pushing back, body leaned to give him the most resistance to the wind beyond the conflict of their emotions. They stand amongst and upon the mess produced by the man, scorched-like earth, cracks going every which way; a land that should tell the story of more than just one man's uncontrolled state for what it shows. ]
The one here who needs to learn some control is you! Before you really hurt someone!
[He can scream back that that's exactly why he's out here, away from people. In fact, if Gengar hadn't taken it upon herself to feed on his fear, none of this would've happened.
...but he's already hurt someone, hasn't he?
The winds abruptly stop, and an unpleasant silence settles in to fill the gaps of the howling gale. The expression on his face is one of pain. As if Red's words were a knife, twisted into his gut.
Even if...even if Gengar had done this to him...in a sense, if he'd only been stronger, if he is only able to keep a better grasp of his emotions...
...he wouldn't have hit her, wouldn't he?
The clouds above shift from a thunderous black to a more subdued grey, and rain begins to fall lightly on the both of them.]
[ The rain shouldn't sting at his skin, surely. But he's only human at the end of the day, and the physical manifestation of their emotions are still all too real. Red squeezes at his eyes for both the wet and and it coming down, gasps, but lets his own heat die with it coming down. Lets the rain fill between a silence needed to give the both of them room to breathe.
He won't apologise. The man might not have liked it, to be lulled into a sleep without his consent, but that would be saying that Gengar was wrong. When right now--he felt like it was the best choice. Even if he can't give the full reasons why, the one before them was enough. ]
...She put you to sleep to stop you. After that, you couldn't have stopped reacting and she ate your dream to calm you down. [ So he took from her munching animations and tongue waving. It's the amount of a picture he's had, not much changed since then described to someone who couldn't even articulate words. ] All you need is some food and rest and you'll be fine.
[The issues go far deeper than just being put to sleep involuntarily, but no one should ever have to know what happened to him, least of all a child that had wanted to help him. It's just...an unfortunate case of being the wrong person, at the wrong place and wrong time.
So he lets the rain wash away the anger. Or as much as it's possible, because he's angry at himself for lashing out at the kid.]
...I am very sorry, Red. You're right. My emotions are dangerous. [He admits quietly, taking the blame all onto himself. It's something he's getting very good at doing lately.]
What happened was not Gengar's fault, but my own-Ghk!
[A sudden cough erupts from his throat. One after another begin to viciously force their way out, and it's so bad till he's doubled up in pain, breathless. Meanwhile his shadow stretches out behind him again, the shape increasingly malformed until it hardly resembles a human form, much less him.]
[ He's listening, quiet and still, emotions swaying no which way but keeping calm. But he can thankful at least, that explaining has brought something else than an outburst.
Until then--what comes then.
His eyes twitch at the sudden sharp sound of the cough, and then it continues; his voice when he speaks ] What's wrong? [ is barely louder than the noise of it, nearly covered up. He steps closer without thought, which is when he spots the growing shadow.
Instinct makes him clip off the pokéball from his belt, that reminding him of something very specific. ] There's a ghost?!
[A ghost? Is there? Is she there? Sometimes he can't tell if that little flash of red at the corner of his eye is a figment of his imagination, part of someone's shirt, or if it's the ragged hem of that little red dress she wears.
Ragged, like someone's carelessly taken a pair of scissors to it and shredded it ruthlessly. Just like how she shredded him. Cut his body, cut his mind, cut his soul. Yes, that's what she did. Severed parts of his sanity, slashed away his memory, leaving him incomplete, half the man that he used to be.
What's wrong? The boy asks.
Everything. His entire existence is a sin against nature. He died, should have died, has died, will die, is dying, just die die die die die like how they scream and curse him with their last breath--
Lu Meng falls to his knees, hands digging into his sides till there's searing pain and drops of blood. His lungs squeeze and squeeze as if they're forcing out all the air inside. He can't hear Red anymore, can't feel the paper-thin remains of the grass underneath him. Instead there's just, just this high pitched laughter and screaming inside his head, and incomplete images in his mind. He can't remember what he does, but he can't forget how they begged for him to just kill them end them why is he doing this why him why why why--
His shadow quivers behind him before it begins to slowly spread on the ground in front of him, the edges now taking the form of black tendrils and inching forward to Red.]
Or his own demon, here, something that Red can't comprehend upon viewing the complete shift in his person, eyes frozen and with his own body uncertain of what to do, if to move forward like he does by a step or to not get closer, take that step back. Was it a ghost? Some kind of creature attached to him?
No--if there was a ghost, wouldn't have Gengar noticed it? She was sensitive to such things, to emotions -- which is why her ball rattles now in his hand. Red clasps his other around it to keep it from dropping out. He could let her out again, try and do something about it, but-
(how would Lu Meng react? Was his actions before completely because of seeing her, or the something else now taking place?)
Red moves away, but he doesn't leave, giving space between him and the searching shadow for the ball he replaces Gengar with, her name being called out upon the light of her release-- ] Lapras!
[ Aquatic, with a whale-like voice that is heard upon release; at eight feet tall she's quite a sight. But that can be taken in when Lu Meng can see anything but his own blackened memories. ]
Sing! Hey!--listen to her song! Whatever's going on, we're here!
[ Her head's already tipped back and letting out a sound that spreads out through the area, alluring, soothing; usually meant to put individuals to sleep when used for such means, but something that can fought off, and that isn't the task of this song.
It's the calm that it produces, and the idea of a force that wishes to fight against whatever is attacking at the man to point itself towards them if it's so malicious. Red stands by Lapras side, even moving forward despite what those tendrils intend to do. There may be that sliver of fear in him (of what's going on, for the man--), but he's stood up against too many uncertain situations to let it devour him.
He's determined. An emotion that spreads to Lapras's song, that could fight to bring life back to the barren ground. Pokémon and trainer--a partnership of being in sync with one another, working together.
[Lapras's lullaby is akin to a gentle wave, arriving after a violent storm. It speaks well of Red's training that her voice can pierce through the maelstrom in his mind, and not a moment too soon. Just as the shadows are about to reach for Red, her song finally washes over the screams in Lu Meng's mind. The shadows stop, falter, the tendrils actually peeling out of the ground and stretched out to latch onto Red...before they begin to recede.
And eventually Lapras's soothing sound washes those screams out of his mind, blanketing his fractured mind and emotions with sleep. And it is by far the most peaceful emotion he has experienced in the last month. Once again he falls backwards, but this time without a troubled expression.
His shadow returns to normal, and a light breeze begins to blow, clearing out the bad air. Where it tickles the grass underneath, it restores them back to their green, healthy state. The ground reseals itself, and the sun begins to shine through the grey clouds above.]
[ There's calm--but it takes a moment or so for Red to release the breath he didn't know he was holding, for his body to relax. His ears have heard enough of Lapras's song not to fall to its temptation as others may, but still he has to squeeze his eyes, and Lapras catches him with her neck and head when his legs, upon moving, first nearly buckle.
But he's fine. Unlike the man there, now in a sleep. His bag is elsewhere, that canister continuing to let out water from the hairline cracks pressed into it, but Red's footsteps take him closer to the man than either of those things, Lapras's song turning to a hum and she follows a flipper at a time. Unease rests on his arms for that small amount of time, until he bends down closer to him just as he did before, checking the man's forehead with the back of his hand, yet the soft sight of red at his side a more concerning thing.
Two pokémon get called out silently, both to fetch broken wood ("snap quietly," to Charizard, a finger pressed to his lips) to put together a fire set alight by the fire type and to dry off some of the rain from the man's body. In that time he grabs his bag again, taking out the folded blanket to place at the back of his head, then some of the spare medical supplies he has. Some bandages (too fussy), plasters (too small), but the dressing pads are what he's looking for, a few buttons undone so they can be put on with a little more care than pushing aside the fabric of the shirt.
Funny, how he expected to be in this position with Mewtwo than a human, but he still wasn't sure of the reason of this man's instability as he was the pokémon's. ]
...We sure ended up in a weird world, huh...
[ The air shifts around him, but Red doesn't allow it to stay, taking in a deep breath and letting it out with sound, sighing and resting back close to Lapras. He calls Jolteon and Charizard closer to him but away from the man, just in case, Charizard resting down with his head curled next to his trainer, Jolteon laying as well.
He'll give him some time, let the fire hopefully keep him warm. He doesn't know how well trying to get a doctor out here will do. ...Or maybe he'll end up accidentally nodding off by the time Lu Meng stirs. Completely a possibility, listening to Lapras for that long. ]
[It's not just Lapras's song, but fatigue that keeps Lu Meng well under her spell. Red will probably fall asleep before Lu Meng wakes up.
When Red does stir from his sleep, he'll find the man awake, seated near the fire and staring into it, silent and deep in thought. Lapras continues her song, but there's no drowsiness inflicting Lu Meng this time. Just a warm, comfortable feeling, something he hasn't felt in awhile.]
[ When he did awake, Lapras would have been there to greet Lu Meng, to temporarily hush her humming and to bow her head to him, closing her eyes in the action. A deliberate motion, the only way she knew to say hello to new humans when without the words of their languages.
Charizard and Jolteon would have stirred some, keeping watch, their eyes on their immediate area and their ears (more so Jolteon's) for their surroundings, for any approaching troubles to be watched out for. But Charizard stops the smaller yellow one from getting up in his desire to approach the man, to say hello. Not now.
Lapras doesn't let Red sleep for too long after that, nudging her head against the boy's shoulder, knowing his own sleep was a pinch of exhaustion too, yet nothing too deep. It's not her touch that makes him wince, but the reminder of the bruise that'll form later on his arm, his eyes then finding soon after--
ah. he's awake.
Red doesn't speak up right away, though the man may know he's awake already, the small noises made (the 'huh' particularly, the shuffling) upon doing so. Instead he thinks, considering asking the initial curiosity that comes to mind, but a part of him knowing that, that entirely? ]
...Are you feeling better?
[ The answer must be a no, on some personal level. ]
[Only not really. He'd rather not feel at all, if he can help it. But he's calmer now and with that returns some semblance of normalcy, or as much as he can pretend of it.]
No. You fell right to sleep. [ Again. ] Lapras's song does that sometimes.
[ Should he apologise it, for twice in a row? But he holds back from needless apologies (the man doesn't seem exactly angry at the moment, so). Instead, his mind goes to his pokémon beside him, then eyes back over to the man.
The ground stills around himself, Lapras's song gone, head tipping to look at him, murmuring for his attention that's given in a flicker her way, but nothing more. ]
Are you okay with my pokémon being here...?
[ He tries to keep his voice level, but there's an uncertainty that can be caught on. ]
...please keep Gengar in her Pokeball. It's--I'm not angry at her. But I cannot...
[He bows his head, his hands covering his eyes. For a moment the flame flickers from a sudden gust. Suddenly the warmth isn't quite there. Suddenly there's an unnatural chill, quite like the one Red would've experienced in the hidden cave where he made that gruesome discovery.
The wind's come and gone, and maybe it's a figment of Red's imagination...but he may have heard the faint sound of maniacal, shrill cackling.]
[ It connects easily; a memory of a day he's kept tucked away in his heart (because it will live nowhere else, joined with his mind, the anguish that comes upon imagining what those people went through) that never really comes out--it has no reason to, and he doesn't want to dwell on such pain.
But it slips there, the reminder of that chill deeper than ice. The grass around him curls, hiding in, and Lapras hums a sound at the encroaching display of emotions. ]
She's there. You don't have to worry. [ and despite that he forces out the words, yet still needing to get rid of that lump now sticking to his ribcage. Charizard lifts his head, curling it to the edge of his lap, bringing to him his warmth. We're here, the action speaks.
Calm. Right. Remember calm. ]
Do you need anyone? A friend or a doctor... Charizard and me can help them get here.
[ But then, they're so far away -- from Verens, from any of the villages. It was on purpose on his part, and for this man...? ]
[ There's parts that weren't, aren't, but--that's a lot of energy and anger he doesn't want to touch or think about and would rather brush his hands of if the man kept up his own calm than accusations slung towards his pokéon. There was still that churning in him that wouldn't let go, things that he didn't want to think about... ]
It's hard sometimes. This place makes it harder. [ Emotions taking form in ways they shouldn't or unused to. If that's all it was, then he wasn't going to hold grudges. ] ...It's quieter out here.
[ And that was appreciated. He puts his good hand onto the head of Charizard, a small pause. ] Your name. You said it was... Lumen?
[ He'd been trying to remember it, but it wasn't quite clicking in a way that sounded right in his head. ]
[A pause.] I've spoken with a Trainer before. I know what Pokemon are and how they are regarded in your world.
So I apologize, both to you and Gengar. I am truly alright with your Pokemon. But the specters...the specters haunt me still, and I cannot bear to look upon Gengar.
Mmm. [ It's a negative sound, a shake of his head. But he's curious, and can't hold back his tongue this time: ] Spectres... what do you mean? What spectres?
[ Where in Empatheias? They weren't anything he'd heard about, no words about spectres close to his ears, at least. Other than... back then, but... ]
You should be wary. [His voice turns harsh, angry, and the fire in front of them flares up.] There was a vengeful spirit that wandered this world. She enjoyed putting on an act, pretending to be an innocent young victim of her circumstances, when in truth the only joy she felt was inflicting pain and torture onto the living.
The Otherworlder Enforcers caught her, and she was put to trial and sentenced to death for her crimes. But since the Otherworlders do not die on this island I can assume that she will return, even if she has been exorcised.
[ There's an unsettling feeling in him that comes from that, first from the description of the ghost, and then hearing that they had been sentenced to death. A spirit sentenced to death?...
Red bites on the inside of his bottom lip, unsure. ]
But... if she's really exorcised...doesn't that mean she can move on? Isn't that different from killing them?
[ Wasn't that allowing them to rest? How did you kill a ghost anyway? ]
[ Really, for a ghost, it seems like a situation that should be different. ...What a difficult area of thought.
Red's eyes flicker to the raised fist, the way that the flames burn, before they lower to the ground, spotting Lapras's shadow. --ah, shadows. ]
I don't want to worry you, but did you get checked out if she left a grudge on you? You got strange suddenly, and your shadow...it was like something was living in it.
[ wait, poor choice of words. ] Not literally--but it looked like a pile of tentacles.
[Grudge? No, she wouldn't be the one with the grudge on him. If anyone has any thoughts of vengeance right now, it's him. And if anyone should come for him, seeking his blood...it would be those poor men. The thought of that causes his shadow to flicker, before it begins to stretch behind him again.]
It's just the island. Playing on our emotions. [He says, his voice low.]
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[Honestly? It's a relief to let out all this bottled up anger. And any control he might've had was lost when Gengar appeared to him, a malicious grin stretched from ear to ear. She wanted to scare him.
But this anger isn't just towards Red and Gengar. No, it's also towards himself because he knows what Red is accusing him off is true. It's a cycle of anger that grows and grows, really, just like the darkening thunder clouds above him.]
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[ The wind still blows against his body, his face red from the heat produced; yet Red stands, slowly, his own defiance of this person, stubborn will pushing back, body leaned to give him the most resistance to the wind beyond the conflict of their emotions. They stand amongst and upon the mess produced by the man, scorched-like earth, cracks going every which way; a land that should tell the story of more than just one man's uncontrolled state for what it shows. ]
The one here who needs to learn some control is you! Before you really hurt someone!
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...but he's already hurt someone, hasn't he?
The winds abruptly stop, and an unpleasant silence settles in to fill the gaps of the howling gale. The expression on his face is one of pain. As if Red's words were a knife, twisted into his gut.
Even if...even if Gengar had done this to him...in a sense, if he'd only been stronger, if he is only able to keep a better grasp of his emotions...
...he wouldn't have hit her, wouldn't he?
The clouds above shift from a thunderous black to a more subdued grey, and rain begins to fall lightly on the both of them.]
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He won't apologise. The man might not have liked it, to be lulled into a sleep without his consent, but that would be saying that Gengar was wrong. When right now--he felt like it was the best choice. Even if he can't give the full reasons why, the one before them was enough. ]
...She put you to sleep to stop you. After that, you couldn't have stopped reacting and she ate your dream to calm you down. [ So he took from her munching animations and tongue waving. It's the amount of a picture he's had, not much changed since then described to someone who couldn't even articulate words. ] All you need is some food and rest and you'll be fine.
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So he lets the rain wash away the anger. Or as much as it's possible, because he's angry at himself for lashing out at the kid.]
...I am very sorry, Red. You're right. My emotions are dangerous. [He admits quietly, taking the blame all onto himself. It's something he's getting very good at doing lately.]
What happened was not Gengar's fault, but my own-Ghk!
[A sudden cough erupts from his throat. One after another begin to viciously force their way out, and it's so bad till he's doubled up in pain, breathless. Meanwhile his shadow stretches out behind him again, the shape increasingly malformed until it hardly resembles a human form, much less him.]
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Until then--what comes then.
His eyes twitch at the sudden sharp sound of the cough, and then it continues; his voice when he speaks ] What's wrong? [ is barely louder than the noise of it, nearly covered up. He steps closer without thought, which is when he spots the growing shadow.
Instinct makes him clip off the pokéball from his belt, that reminding him of something very specific. ] There's a ghost?!
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Ragged, like someone's carelessly taken a pair of scissors to it and shredded it ruthlessly. Just like how she shredded him. Cut his body, cut his mind, cut his soul. Yes, that's what she did. Severed parts of his sanity, slashed away his memory, leaving him incomplete, half the man that he used to be.
What's wrong? The boy asks.
Everything. His entire existence is a sin against nature. He died, should have died, has died, will die, is dying, just die die die die die like how they scream and curse him with their last breath--
Lu Meng falls to his knees, hands digging into his sides till there's searing pain and drops of blood. His lungs squeeze and squeeze as if they're forcing out all the air inside. He can't hear Red anymore, can't feel the paper-thin remains of the grass underneath him. Instead there's just, just this high pitched laughter and screaming inside his head, and incomplete images in his mind. He can't remember what he does, but he can't forget how they begged for him to just kill them end them why is he doing this why him why why why--
His shadow quivers behind him before it begins to slowly spread on the ground in front of him, the edges now taking the form of black tendrils and inching forward to Red.]
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Or his own demon, here, something that Red can't comprehend upon viewing the complete shift in his person, eyes frozen and with his own body uncertain of what to do, if to move forward like he does by a step or to not get closer, take that step back. Was it a ghost? Some kind of creature attached to him?
No--if there was a ghost, wouldn't have Gengar noticed it? She was sensitive to such things, to emotions -- which is why her ball rattles now in his hand. Red clasps his other around it to keep it from dropping out. He could let her out again, try and do something about it, but-
(how would Lu Meng react? Was his actions before completely because of seeing her, or the something else now taking place?)
Red moves away, but he doesn't leave, giving space between him and the searching shadow for the ball he replaces Gengar with, her name being called out upon the light of her release-- ] Lapras!
[ Aquatic, with a whale-like voice that is heard upon release; at eight feet tall she's quite a sight. But that can be taken in when Lu Meng can see anything but his own blackened memories. ]
Sing! Hey!--listen to her song! Whatever's going on, we're here!
[ Her head's already tipped back and letting out a sound that spreads out through the area, alluring, soothing; usually meant to put individuals to sleep when used for such means, but something that can fought off, and that isn't the task of this song.
It's the calm that it produces, and the idea of a force that wishes to fight against whatever is attacking at the man to point itself towards them if it's so malicious. Red stands by Lapras side, even moving forward despite what those tendrils intend to do. There may be that sliver of fear in him (of what's going on, for the man--), but he's stood up against too many uncertain situations to let it devour him.
He's determined. An emotion that spreads to Lapras's song, that could fight to bring life back to the barren ground. Pokémon and trainer--a partnership of being in sync with one another, working together.
Would it do anything at all? ]
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And eventually Lapras's soothing sound washes those screams out of his mind, blanketing his fractured mind and emotions with sleep. And it is by far the most peaceful emotion he has experienced in the last month. Once again he falls backwards, but this time without a troubled expression.
His shadow returns to normal, and a light breeze begins to blow, clearing out the bad air. Where it tickles the grass underneath, it restores them back to their green, healthy state. The ground reseals itself, and the sun begins to shine through the grey clouds above.]
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But he's fine. Unlike the man there, now in a sleep. His bag is elsewhere, that canister continuing to let out water from the hairline cracks pressed into it, but Red's footsteps take him closer to the man than either of those things, Lapras's song turning to a hum and she follows a flipper at a time. Unease rests on his arms for that small amount of time, until he bends down closer to him just as he did before, checking the man's forehead with the back of his hand, yet the soft sight of red at his side a more concerning thing.
Two pokémon get called out silently, both to fetch broken wood ("snap quietly," to Charizard, a finger pressed to his lips) to put together a fire set alight by the fire type and to dry off some of the rain from the man's body. In that time he grabs his bag again, taking out the folded blanket to place at the back of his head, then some of the spare medical supplies he has. Some bandages (too fussy), plasters (too small), but the dressing pads are what he's looking for, a few buttons undone so they can be put on with a little more care than pushing aside the fabric of the shirt.
Funny, how he expected to be in this position with Mewtwo than a human, but he still wasn't sure of the reason of this man's instability as he was the pokémon's. ]
...We sure ended up in a weird world, huh...
[ The air shifts around him, but Red doesn't allow it to stay, taking in a deep breath and letting it out with sound, sighing and resting back close to Lapras. He calls Jolteon and Charizard closer to him but away from the man, just in case, Charizard resting down with his head curled next to his trainer, Jolteon laying as well.
He'll give him some time, let the fire hopefully keep him warm. He doesn't know how well trying to get a doctor out here will do. ...Or maybe he'll end up accidentally nodding off by the time Lu Meng stirs. Completely a possibility, listening to Lapras for that long. ]
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When Red does stir from his sleep, he'll find the man awake, seated near the fire and staring into it, silent and deep in thought. Lapras continues her song, but there's no drowsiness inflicting Lu Meng this time. Just a warm, comfortable feeling, something he hasn't felt in awhile.]
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Charizard and Jolteon would have stirred some, keeping watch, their eyes on their immediate area and their ears (more so Jolteon's) for their surroundings, for any approaching troubles to be watched out for. But Charizard stops the smaller yellow one from getting up in his desire to approach the man, to say hello. Not now.
Lapras doesn't let Red sleep for too long after that, nudging her head against the boy's shoulder, knowing his own sleep was a pinch of exhaustion too, yet nothing too deep. It's not her touch that makes him wince, but the reminder of the bruise that'll form later on his arm, his eyes then finding soon after--
ah. he's awake.
Red doesn't speak up right away, though the man may know he's awake already, the small noises made (the 'huh' particularly, the shuffling) upon doing so. Instead he thinks, considering asking the initial curiosity that comes to mind, but a part of him knowing that, that entirely? ]
...Are you feeling better?
[ The answer must be a no, on some personal level. ]
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[Only not really. He'd rather not feel at all, if he can help it. But he's calmer now and with that returns some semblance of normalcy, or as much as he can pretend of it.]
Did I hurt you?
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[ Should he apologise it, for twice in a row? But he holds back from needless apologies (the man doesn't seem exactly angry at the moment, so). Instead, his mind goes to his pokémon beside him, then eyes back over to the man.
The ground stills around himself, Lapras's song gone, head tipping to look at him, murmuring for his attention that's given in a flicker her way, but nothing more. ]
Are you okay with my pokémon being here...?
[ He tries to keep his voice level, but there's an uncertainty that can be caught on. ]
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[He bows his head, his hands covering his eyes. For a moment the flame flickers from a sudden gust. Suddenly the warmth isn't quite there. Suddenly there's an unnatural chill, quite like the one Red would've experienced in the hidden cave where he made that gruesome discovery.
The wind's come and gone, and maybe it's a figment of Red's imagination...but he may have heard the faint sound of maniacal, shrill cackling.]
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But it slips there, the reminder of that chill deeper than ice. The grass around him curls, hiding in, and Lapras hums a sound at the encroaching display of emotions. ]
She's there. You don't have to worry. [ and despite that he forces out the words, yet still needing to get rid of that lump now sticking to his ribcage. Charizard lifts his head, curling it to the edge of his lap, bringing to him his warmth. We're here, the action speaks.
Calm. Right. Remember calm. ]
Do you need anyone? A friend or a doctor... Charizard and me can help them get here.
[ But then, they're so far away -- from Verens, from any of the villages. It was on purpose on his part, and for this man...? ]
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No one should have to be hurt because of him.]
There's nothing anyone can do. But thank you for offering. I've...been nothing but terrible to you.
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[ There's parts that weren't, aren't, but--that's a lot of energy and anger he doesn't want to touch or think about and would rather brush his hands of if the man kept up his own calm than accusations slung towards his pokéon. There was still that churning in him that wouldn't let go, things that he didn't want to think about... ]
It's hard sometimes. This place makes it harder. [ Emotions taking form in ways they shouldn't or unused to. If that's all it was, then he wasn't going to hold grudges. ] ...It's quieter out here.
[ And that was appreciated. He puts his good hand onto the head of Charizard, a small pause. ] Your name. You said it was... Lumen?
[ He'd been trying to remember it, but it wasn't quite clicking in a way that sounded right in his head. ]
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[A pause.] I've spoken with a Trainer before. I know what Pokemon are and how they are regarded in your world.
So I apologize, both to you and Gengar. I am truly alright with your Pokemon. But the specters...the specters haunt me still, and I cannot bear to look upon Gengar.
The one who is at fault is me.
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[ Where in Empatheias? They weren't anything he'd heard about, no words about spectres close to his ears, at least. Other than... back then, but... ]
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You should be wary. [His voice turns harsh, angry, and the fire in front of them flares up.] There was a vengeful spirit that wandered this world. She enjoyed putting on an act, pretending to be an innocent young victim of her circumstances, when in truth the only joy she felt was inflicting pain and torture onto the living.
The Otherworlder Enforcers caught her, and she was put to trial and sentenced to death for her crimes. But since the Otherworlders do not die on this island I can assume that she will return, even if she has been exorcised.
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Red bites on the inside of his bottom lip, unsure. ]
But... if she's really exorcised...doesn't that mean she can move on? Isn't that different from killing them?
[ Wasn't that allowing them to rest? How did you kill a ghost anyway? ]
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[Briefly his hand curls up into a tight fist, and the fire in front of him flares up, as if someone had thrown fuel inside it.]
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Red's eyes flicker to the raised fist, the way that the flames burn, before they lower to the ground, spotting Lapras's shadow. --ah, shadows. ]
I don't want to worry you, but did you get checked out if she left a grudge on you? You got strange suddenly, and your shadow...it was like something was living in it.
[ wait, poor choice of words. ] Not literally--but it looked like a pile of tentacles.
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It's just the island. Playing on our emotions. [He says, his voice low.]
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