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

[infinitefrown]

[That earns a sigh.]

Failure to remember the consequences of his actions? Lack of self-conservation? It is beyond me.

[Silver, you're an idiot.]

[pendantry]

He didn't have to do that.

[This is the most frustrating thing. Idiot boys. Raven turns to come back across the room and almost falls over with an actual sound of pain. Oh, damn.]

Stupid.

[infinitefrown]

... [He really should sleep, if he can-- hopefully nightmares won't attack him like they did during the draft. Maybe, since Emmet's here.]

Promise? [Don't-- don't go anywhere. It's a selfish request, but...]

[infinitefrown]

Miss--! [Both Ingo and Chandelure jolt towards her in an attempt to keep her from falling-- but Raven manages to hold herself up. Ingo will cover the rest of the distance to her, though.] You haven't gotten medical attention, have you?

[pendantry]

I said I was fine. [And she'll shove off any attempts at help now, too, preferring the goal of sitting here for a while and glowering at Silver for being, have we mentioned, stupid.]

He's not. Worry about him.

[Action]

[shamelessness]

Wait- his soul? [Shiemi's gaze whips back to Ingo, confused and worried.]

But how? Will he get better? H-how does someone lose half their soul?

[infinitefrown]

[Talk about hypocritical. Girl, where's your sense of self-preservation?!

but at least she's sitting, now. Chandelure will hover nearby, fussy.]

...I have been. [Of course he has- and it shows on his face. This is his "son," after all.] But there's not much we can do but wait.

[Action]

[infinitefrown]

Chandelure's evolution line lives off of the life force of other creatures. [He lowers his head a little, hat brim obscuring his eyes.] It's possible for them to refrain from taking it all, but... it is still dangerous, as you can see.

[...] But he should recover, yes; I've seen similar instances in the past. [It happens, with young Litwick and inexperienced Trainers, sometimes.] However, I have never seen a case this grave...

[pendantry]

How do you know? ...You were right, about...the souls, is that it?

[Action]

[shamelessness]

[Shiemi's eyes drop from Ingo to the bed, and then up to Chandelure. Her eyes fix on the Pokémon for moment before head drops down to the bed. A case this grave. Tears well up in her eyes as she lays her head down to rest. The girl's hands grasp the fabric on the bed. Silver. Silver is pale, bedridden, unconscious, hurt. He's a million times stronger than she is, and he's like this. And she can't- she can't do anything. Maybe if it was a sickness or a wound she could gather a few plants, or make a tea... Nothing. There's nothing she can do, and she continues to be useless. Shiemi doesn't blame anyone. That's not her style. Except herself. All this training, all this leveling up - it means nothing in a situation like this.

Her grip tightens on the fabric, and a tear stains the bed.]

[infinitegrin]

I promise. Sleep as well as you can.

[Action]

[infinitefrown]

[Chandelure whimpers a little, sympathetic. He's sorry, really....]

...Miss Shiemi... [Ohhhh goodness, she's crying....

Ingo will kneel next to her, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder.] This situation... was entirely Silver's decision, you understand. And Chandelure wouldn't be as calm if he thought something was truly amiss. Silver will recover. [Is... that what you're upset about? Please, he... doesn't completely understand tear-language....]

[Action]

[shamelessness]

I know. [She buries her face in the bed, and wraps her arms around.]

It's nobodies fault, it's- [She can't finish. When Yukio and Rin left her all she had was Silver left, but if Silver were to-]

[mischiefbreeder]

Why?! [Gold runs to Ingo now, grabbing him by the edges of his coat.]

Why didn't you stop him!? You knew what would happen, didn't you!? [He's not angry at you, Ingo. Just... really frustrated.]

[infinitefrown]

Do you think I'm happy with this situation? Do you think I would have expected him to pull such a stunt after giving him basic information? [Ingo scowls, but he pulls himself together again, quickly. No need to up the overly-frustrated-person count to two.]

...I would have, believe me. But the circumstances made that impossible. Chandelure had been traded to him, so he would listen, and Silver was too far away for me to stop. [And Raven was in the equation, too...]

[infinitefrown]

Mm. Chandelure's evolution line is known for doing so. [Soulsuckers!!] ...However, they can be-- and he is-- trained to refrain from doing so for the most part: I was never in any danger, during that.. week. [Yeah. You know. When he ran away.]

This kind of circumstance happens back home, sometimes. Not to this extent, but... in the other cases, it was slept off. [It happened to Ingo a little, when he was first training Chandelure as a Litwick-- not that he'll ever mention that.] Naturally his health will have to be looked after, but... beyond that, there is little we can do.

[...] ...Within my world's limitations, at least. Perhaps someone in Luceti is more well-versed in the art of life-force recovery, but that also is beyond my knowledge.

[pendantry]

[Good thing too or else Raven wouldn't have part of a soul right now either.]

...He shouldn't have done it. [That's the most emotion she's had on her in more than a day.]

[infinitefrown]

No. He shouldn't have.

[Ingo glances at Raven, pausing a bit; then he gazes down at Silver.]

There could have been worse outcomes, but... that doesn't make this any less arduous. [Please wake up soon, Silver. (You blockhead.)]

[pendantry]

I don't...understand why.

[Things were handled. They were handled, they all could've gotten away without this...this stuff happening. She makes an irritated sound, bringing one hand to her forehead and shaking her head.]

[infinitefrown]

[Ingo reaches for his brother's hand, giving it a slight squeeze for his own reassurance. It's like Emmet's first appearance in Luceti all over again: Ingo has to make sure he's there, really. Really.

Still, just lying down reminds him of how exhausted he really is, and his consciousness doesn't last much longer-- soon enough he'll fall asleep, more or less dead to the world.]

[infinitegrin]

[Emmet won't leave, just like he promised - he sits on the floor next to the couch, face falling once he's sure that Ingo's asleep. He's glad that Ingo is back and safe, but he knows it's a false sense of security. At any time, he could be taken, too. Or Ingo could be dragged back into it. Neither of them were safe here, and Emmet was struggling to cope with the fact that there was no way to make them safe.]

Re: voice

[leadinglady]

A supernatural cause? How so? There must be something we could possibly do to help!

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

[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?

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold just drops to his knees on the ground now, letting go of Ingo's coat.

Gold would have expected Silver to pull a stunt like that, he knows Silver would have. ...If he didn't beat him to it.]