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.]

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[voice]

[cilantro]

Of course. It's only natural to be concerned, especially considering how unfortunate this draft appears to have been with such bitter-tasting occurrences having taken place...but nonetheless, I'm glad you've both returned.

...Ah, do you want any visitors? I don't know if I can contribute anything that will be able to improve Silver's condition in a more timely fashion, but I could make you some tea if you'd like. [Or coffee, if that's what Ingo prefers. Anything that we could do to be helpful and all.]

[voice]

[infinitefrown]

[....Ah, Cilan. You're so thoughtful. Ingo almost smiles-- not that Cilan can really see it, but his voice becomes less strained, at least.]

I'd be quite grateful for your company, in fact. It would be comforting to return to some sense of normalcy. [As normal as you can get in Luceti, anyway.]

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.]

[infinitefrown]

[C'mon, Ingo. You can manage this. Raise your head from Emmet's shoulder a little so he can actually hear you.]

...Silver was borrowing Chandelure. His Pokemon were too worn out fight against the opposition-- I'd explained Chandelue's power source to him, before, to explain how he survived.

We were cornered, trying to reach Miss Raven. Our Pokemon were all exhausted, and Silver, he had Chandelure, and he told him... . . .

[Emmet should be able to fill in the rest.]

[bestevolving]

[Honestly only half his words reach her as she hurries her way past him and over to Silver.After making sure that he was alright herself and without injuries or fever, she glances towards Info. She takes a moment to wipe the tears that built up in her eyes before speaking.]

What happened?

[action]

[cilantro]

Agreed. I'll be over shortly.

[There's only a short moment's delay before there's a knock right at the door! (And we brought tea to make for you because tea is the answer to everything)]

[infinitegrin]

[Emmet listens carefully, rubbing his brother's shoulders to help calm him.]

I see! It's okay. He'll be fine. He just has to rest.

[No one really knows whether or not life force is regenerated after chandelure burn it for fuel, but it seemed to never have a long-term effect on their trainers. Emmet kept his tone reassuring and confident, to balance Ingo's obvious guilt and worry. He started shifting some, so that he could get Ingo to lay down on the sofa.]

You should rest, too. I'll be here for you until you wake up, okay?

[voice]

[promisebythetree]

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

Will he be all right?

voice

[leadinglady]

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

Are the two of you all right? What happened?

[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

[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?

[pendantry]

[She really doesn't know about the elevator.

Nor does she feel all right. On top of being injured and looking pale she feels like creepy things are floating at the edges of her vision.]

Fine. [Her frown deepens a few fractions.] Silver?

[infinitefrown]

[Careful, Raven, if you frown too much you'll start looking like Ingo.

she sure doesn't look fine, either... but he won't say anything about it yet.]

This way. [Chandelure is in the corner of Silver's room, though... he'd better recall the poor thing to minimize Raven's discomfort. Oops.]

[pendantry]

[No. This time, she wants to see a...a real ghostly thing, too, the one that is semiresponsible for all of this. The one that burns your soul.

Slow down, Ingo, she's limping along behind you.]

[infinitefrown]

[He'll try to match her pace and he'll hold the door open for her-- it's that leg, isn't it...

Yup, Silver's there in the bed, and Chandelure's nearby-- though he shies away a little when he sees her. He's happy to see her, but...]

[pendantry]

[The leg and her stubborn refusal to get any help for it from anyone associated with the Malnosso while she was quarantined. She stares at Silver for a full minute, silent, before looking over at Chandelure.

...Who looks...afraid of her? Wary, at least. Something changes in her expression and, shivering despite herself, she crosses the room, headed for that corner.]

[infinitefrown]

[Chandelure will stay still and let her approach him on her own, flames flickering lowly; he's still not sure what her reaction to him will be, and thus is a little apprehensive.

Ingo watches from the doorway, allowing her to do as she pleases. This is more her and Chandelure's thing-- he needn't interrupt, at least not yet.]

[pendantry]

[The closer she gets, the more she trembles; it's visible when she finally stops just a foot and a half from her amnesia partner. The look she gives him is...hard. Not angry, but unyielding, and cold.

Then she holds up one shaking hand and rests her gloved palm against the side of Chandelure's face. It isn't his fault Silver decided to be stupid. He can't help the way his body works. Though she hasn't stopped shaking, the expression on her face changes a little bit.]

[infinitefrown]

[Chandelure coos a little at the contact, and gently leans into her hand. He'd nuzzle her, or otherwise return the favor, but... Chandelure is pretty sure she wants nothing to do with his flame-arms, so he'll just make his eerie-sounding noises of sad appreciation.

He's trying, Raven! He's trying so hard to not be scary, but... he can't help being a ghost.]

[pendantry]

[No, he can't. But...while she's still plenty terrified, he's less scary than the others. Maybe it's because he's a monster. Or maybe because she learned to like him before she knew to be afraid.

Says something about fear, doesn't it?

Her free hand tightens into a fist at the sound. Were Ingo and his happy brother mad at him, or something? Raven turns icy eyes on the subwayman instead.]

[infinitefrown]

[Ingo raises his eyebrows at the look, a little confused. He isn't angry at Chandelure, no-- after all, he knew better than anyone else how Chandelure worked. (If anything, he's a little upset with Silver.) But Chandelure is unhappy with himself, guilty that he caused this trouble for Silver-- and anxious of what other people will think of him.]

...Miss Raven? [Something the matter?]

[pendantry]

[For perhaps the third time in her life, Raven just doesn't have the energy to get all angry at Ingo for something that might not be true.

However.]

Why is Silver so stupid?