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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[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.]

[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?

[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...]

[infinitegrin]

I promise. Sleep as well as you can.

[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.]