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tsuntrader) wrote2012-11-04 01:17 pm
tsuntrader) wrote2012-11-04 01:17 pm
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[Silver is Silver is Silver. Upon finally waking up, he immediately tries to pull himself up... And it's a bad idea. His head spins. Despite the fact that he's awake, he's still very weak, and trying to act like he's not gave him a big reminder of that. He rethinks his actions and slowly pulls himself up into a seated position.
So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-
There it is.]
[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]
Is it over yet? None of you died, right?
[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.
Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.
But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.
And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.
Yep.]
So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-
There it is.]
[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]
Is it over yet? None of you died, right?
[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.
Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.
But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.
And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.
Yep.]
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[Pretty much the only person who won't call what you did stupid. ...Mostly because everyone else is already doing that.]
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[But the fact that he isn't calling it stupid is surprisingly reassuring. He's tired of being scolded for protecting people he cares about.]
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But Ingo came first.
Their Pokémon came first.
And that's all there is to it.]
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[Not physically! Psychological damage... well. That's not something Silver could protect. It was Emmet's job to work at easing Ingo, not Silver's.]
Anything else you need? More blankets or pillows?
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I'm okay.
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1/2
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How's Ingo?
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All things considered, better than I thought. He's diffusing his own upset by focusing on taking care of you. It's not perfect, but it's helping him a lot to have that. That's just how he is.
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He shouldn't have had to.
I wish it was just me.]
They're not usually that bad. This one got seriously derailed...
[All of those people. It wasn't even the third party in the end. Innocent people turned rabid and needed to be put down. All of the scrambling for resources, for a cure, the soldiers, the people from different regions, the civilians the civilians the civilians, and-
Moro.]
I'm just glad we got out early.
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[He doesn't want to say "because I'm here", but it's true. The two-car train is built for these sorts of traumas!]
Will you be okay?
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He nods once before leaning back and resting again. You know what would be nice? Energy. Energy would be nice.]
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[Emmet pats Silver's knee, before standing up.]
Alright, I'm back on my usual line! Contact me if you need me.
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...But...] Any chance I could get some water? [Everyone gave him snacks and treats, but... Not much to drink.]
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[He hops up and - man, he shouldn't be flaunting all that ~energy~ he has, gosh rude Emmet - leaves, coming back with a couple bottles of water.]
How about you, Sneasel? Do you need anything?
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