fourth train → written/action?

[infinitefrown]

[(For Emmet:)When Ingo comes home to the apartment, he's practically dead on his feet. His hair's a mess, even with his hat; dark rings accent his eyes, and his skin is pale and scratched. He's staring ahead of him, at nothing in particular-- getting there was hard enough even without paying full attention to his surroundings. Still, he looks better than the unconscious bundle he's cradling in his arms-- Silver.

Please be there, Emmet. He's not sure how much longer he can hold up like this. He may very well just pass out next to Silver on the bed if Emmet's not home...]




[A little while after his return from the draft (and his inevitable exhausted sleep), Ingo goes ahead and makes a written entry to the network. He's too tired to do much else-- no one wants to see how much of an overwrought mess he is on video, anyway; the picture captured by the journal should be enough as it is.

His handwriting is a little shaky, but it's still completely legible.]

Those of you who know Silver-- he has returned from the draft. However, due to unfortunate circumstances he was forced to take an action that lead to a continued unconsciousness.

How long this will last is uncertain, but it is likely to last some days. He is currently in room 34 of Community Housing Building 1 if anyone would care to see him or inquire after his health.

Thank you.

[short and formal and emotionally distant-- the whole writing format helps with that, naturally. Should anyone see him in person, it's quickly apparent that Ingo's quite distraught about all of this.

As he said, though, feel free to stop by sometime. Silver is out cold, of course-- and a very-fussy Chandelure hangs close by him.]

Comments

[Voice]

[shamelessness]

[There's no time to write. She has to address this as quickly as possible.]

What happened!? W-would it be all right if I visited?

[voice]

[infinitefrown]

Miss Shiemi... [Ah, right-- what exactly happened. How does he... say that? Poor Chandelure, he doesn't want to slander his Pokemon all over the network, if possible.] You may visit as you please, of course.

He has sustained no major physical injury-- it isn't a concussion, or something along those lines. [IT'S NOT A FLESH WOUND.] It may be better explained when you arrive.

[Action]

[shamelessness]

[Well as long as he doesn't say she'll be any trouble she'll be right over. Shiemi won't waste any time on the journal now that she's been given permission. A small knock on the door will come from her.]

[Action]

[mischiefbreeder]

[There's no response on the journal from Gold.

There is, however, a very loud and frantic pounding on Ingo's door only moments after that entry was posted.]

[infinitefrown]

[That was to be expected, of course. Ingo isn't at all surprised to see Gold on the other side of the door, and makes sure to stand out of the way when he does so in case Gold charges in.]

Bedroom on the far right. [There you go, immediate directions.]

[Action]

[infinitegrin]

[Emmet is home, even though he's been keeping out and about to do... something. Anything. But hearing that people were returning from the draft, Emmet hurried back, ready to meet them both.

The sight of them was not reassuring. Well, it was, but not by much. There was such relief to see his brother again, but it was immediately consumed by worry.]

Ingo... welcome home.

[It's the normalcy, but... here, he'll take Silver, you look like you're busy dying.]

You look so horrible...

[infinitefrown]

[Does he? That makes sense, but....] Sorry. [It must be awful to look at.

Still, with Emmet in the picture Ingo feels like he can finally loosen his resolve a little. He removes his hat and collapses into a chair once he's relieved of Silver, exhausted.]

Emmet, it's... ... sorry. I'm sorry. [He doesn't want to break on Emmet, but... it's probably imminent.]

[voice]

[cilantro]

He's unconscious? [Yeah, not bothering with writing his response either--he wouldn't have even bothered with the journal if it wasn't for a sense of common courtesy to say something first rather than just showing up without warning.

Either way this was not the sort of thing he was hoping to hear about when the two of you returned from the draft.] What happened? Is Silver going to be alright?

[Err well, Silver's clearly not "alright" now, but he means in the sense of when he wakes up.]

[voice]

[infinitefrown]

[There's a pause on Ingo's end, before he answers.] Hopefully he will recover. Chandelure is-- not overly concerned, so... it should end up fine, in the end.

[Just the mention of chandelure will probably make the reason a little clearer. Still-- if nothing else, goddamn if Ingo didn't raise his soul-eating Ghost-type well.]

[voice]

[rashness]

That sounds really suspicious if you just say it like that.

[voice]

[infinitefrown]

[Says the dude that burned down everything save for Silver in a giant burst of hellish flame that one time.]

My apologies. [Ingo sounds tired.] Due to Silver's current state, I didn't want to say anything unnecessary that he would rather not have broadcasted. [Also, Chandelure.] Arousing suspicion wasn't the intent.

video; - action;

[bestevolving]

S-Silver!

[The feed actually ends rather rapidly as she's soon at the door knocking to see her 'brother'.]

[infinitefrown]

[Oh, this was Silver's sister, wasn't she? Silver had smiled while talking about her, way back when...]

Miss Blue. [He gestures for her to come in, when she arrives.] I'm sorry you have to see him like this... but allow me to assure you that he is mostly unhurt.

[Besides the whole knocked-out thing.]

[voice]

[promisebythetree]

[Silver... That was the boy she met with Ingo the one time, wasn't it?]

Will he be all right?

[voice]

[infinitefrown]

[Oh, it's miss Sophie. That little girl...]

...Yes. He should be, given enough time. [Ingo hopes so, at least. He's never seen anyone do what Silver did-- not to that extent. Silver, you are really dumb sometimes....!] However, his condition is certainly very concerning in the meantime.

voice

[leadinglady]

[ an action that lead to unconsciousness?? what? ]

Are the two of you all right? What happened?

voice

[infinitefrown]

[Yep.]

We will be alright soon, with luck. [Ingo moreso than Silver, obviously.] All things considered, we could be much worse off... this, at least, is something Silver can recover from.

He didn't sustain a head injury, or something of the like-- it's a rather supernatural cause, and less so a physical one. Therefore, there isn't much to be done but wait for his recovery...

[action]

[pendantry]

[Right then.

Once she's safely back in the village, finding those two again is her first priority. It takes her a while. She has a pokéball of her own to temporarily keep track of, and a heavy limp slows down her trek to the building.

And there are stairs. They get her darkest scowl.

Her knock on Ingo's door is sharp, and deliberate, and pretty slow. Come open it, frowning man. There are things that seem to lurk in the corners of this hallway and she doesn't want to be out here anymore.]

[infinitefrown]

[Aww, Raven. This building has an elevator.....!]

Miss Raven! [Thank goodness, there you are.] Please, come in. Are you-- all right?

voice;

[breezing]

I...really hope he gets better soon, Mister Ingo.

[ She doesn't know Silver much at all, but she's spoken to him at least once, and she met Ingo just the other day. ]

voice;

[infinitefrown]

[....Aww, Miss Ikki....]

Yes, I hope so too. Everything should be fine in the end... but we still have to wonder about when that end is.

So thank you, for the well-wishes. [His frown lessens a little, fondly. That was sweet of her to say.] I appreciate it.

voice

[bravefighter]

Silver...

[It was pretty weird to hear that. At least, to hear that someone he knew returned somewhat harmed from the draft. He's heard of people who came back in worse condition, but... still.]

What happened to him, Ingo?

voice; private

[infinitefrown]

[Ingo will answer Red directly, instead of dodging around the topic, but he makes it private.]

We were put in a position where the only option for survival-- in Silver's eyes, at the very least--was for Silver to give half of his soul to power Chandelure's abilities. Of course, that kind of energy expense has left him thus unconscious...

voice; October 31

[endgames]

[This is bound to be short. Shikamaru just got back from the draft and is waiting for the pain pill to kick in for his dislocated shoulder. Cracking open his journal for the first time in a week was meant to pass the time.]

Hey. [And his voice is tired.] ...he up yet?

voice; October 31

[infinitefrown]

I'm afraid not. [Ah, this is that one guy... with the whole Chandelure-amnesia.. oh yeah, and he saw him fighting with Silver against Moro, too. Okay. did he evacuate like they did? Doesn't sound like it...]

Very little sign of improvement, as well; perhaps a slight coloring in the face but otherwise nothing. [It's pretty hard to mask the concern in his voice. Three days already...]