infinitefrown | fourth train → written/action?

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fourth train → written/action?

[(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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[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?

[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.]

[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...

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.]

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

S-Silver!

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

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

Will he be all right?

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

Are the two of you all right? What happened?

[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.]

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. ]

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?

[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?

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