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Week 8.
WEEK 8 Snowpoint City remains as cold and unforgiving as ever, through no fault of its residents. The city itself doesn't seem to see much change in the passing days; there's something you'll all become rather aware of on Sunday as the day goes on, and after so long with no incidents along those lines it's likely an unpleasant thing to deal with. There's also the fact that the changes to the world seem to be slowing; though the one alteration that's immediately obvious is a major one, it seems that things may be beginning to stagnate again. Will there be a slip back into apathy again, if this continues? Or will the changes you've affected already continue to hold? Only time will tell, really. That doesn't mean that nothing has changed, however - thankfully enough, the slugs seem to be settling. Or...well, more accurately, once in a while they stop huffing at each other long enough to drive up piles of snow with their heads and stare at them like they're trying to work out what they're attempting to create, but at least it's a collaborative effort. Are they attempting diplomacy? It's difficult to tell; after all, they are just slugs. But at least there seems to be a little less open hostility. Improvement...? Perhaps. The local ghost Pokémon also seem to have taken an interest in you lately, though precisely...how is a little mixed. They don't seem overly mischievous or malicious - they seem about as odd as the rest of the wild Pokémon in the region - but they do seem more inherently trusting of you and your traveling group. They've taken to following you from time to time, and taking a general vague interest in what you're doing. So that's...new. POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY [OOC: Welcome to week eight of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend.] |
Pokemon Center
[Michael's voice is muffled both by what sounds like some sort of nasty head cold, and also what Ignis may or may not be able to identify as "laying facedown on one of the cushy benches".
No, they aren't actually long enough for him to do that comfortably, he's too tall to pull off this drama quite right.]
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[is that the tone of an exasperated mother humoring a kid? of course it is.]
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[There's a rather ungraceful sniffle.]
Human beings should have gone extinct a thousand years ago.
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[He blows his nose into his handkerchief, which he had only previously carried to give to crying humans, because that makes him look cool.]
You're all like, three seconds from choking on your own spit at the best of times. So what do you do? You produce mucus.
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[spoilers: I rolled a 17 so this might not actually be a totally futile quest]
Jane is with her. I think she was a human in a past life, she can probably read. Just gonna get mobbed by ghosts if I go outside anyway, why do they all keep getting in fights?
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I can't claim to know. I've rather been trying to avoid them.
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Why, 'cause half of them are dead people?
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So yes, that is precisely why.
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[And some people think this is his fault? Obviously that's completely inconceivable]
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[obviously.]
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[so don't pin this on him]
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And how has that been going?
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[He takes off his glasses to lay an arm over his eyes.]
You ever have a moment where you stop and realize, like..."how the fuck did I end up here"?
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[He puts a hand on his forehead.]
A year ago, I was probably working on new ways to torture my humans. For me, that's like if it was happening like, thirty minutes ago. Normally I don’t think about that, I just do stuff now.
[But, you know, he feels gross and is just laying around today.]
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[fun fact, this existential spiral was prompted by the realization that he spent part of Monday trying to get his Gastly hooked on phonics like a kindergarten teacher]
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[Ignis was suspiciously quiet at that, even if just for a second or two.]
I can understand what that's like. Losing sight of one's intended purpose is...disorienting, to say the least.
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Just never really had time to think about it back there. I was just off of like, three or so days that were just entirely near-death experiences.
[.....]
And now we're here. So. Great way to avoid everything.
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You could always try coming off a ten-year apocalypse. Though I most definitely do not recommend it.
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[He settles his head on his arms.]
I actually did go to Earth once, but I just helped my friend Eleanor ravage her liver.
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[as one does.]
...Is this a poor time to admit I find Earth a strange and simplistic label for a planet?
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What's yours called, again?
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