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hugtopia2019-08-05 11:31 pm
flawed_immortality) wrote in hugtopia2019-08-05 11:31 pm
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Video: Achtom 6th - Early Morning
[Cor was not intending, initially, to do this as a video. Such requests would certainly go better if someone has a face to go with the voice, can see the type of person they'd be working with. He's as stern as ever, even if there are subtle indicators that he's been exerting himself recently. The ever-present jacket discarded for once, sweat clinging to his face, breathing slightly elevated.]
I know I am not alone in being unused to such... quiet. I suspect many of you are from worlds where such unquestionable peace is not the norm. I am a soldier, as I have ever been, and there is familiarity in the discipline of body and mind.
[A noise off screen, an animal perhaps? Something dying? A lazy king snoring? The deepening scowl on Cor's face makes it apparent that whatever it is Cor isn't happy about it.]
If anyone would like to join me in the mornings for training routines perhaps we can teach one another of the fighting styles of different worlds.
[Again a noise, this time more like a chainsaw or motor boat than an animal and Cor takes a moment to wipe sweat from his brow, heave a sigh and his expression turns a touch apologetic.]
Also if anyone has access to a chess board or mahjong table they'd be willing to share I would greatly appreciate it.
I know I am not alone in being unused to such... quiet. I suspect many of you are from worlds where such unquestionable peace is not the norm. I am a soldier, as I have ever been, and there is familiarity in the discipline of body and mind.
[A noise off screen, an animal perhaps? Something dying? A lazy king snoring? The deepening scowl on Cor's face makes it apparent that whatever it is Cor isn't happy about it.]
If anyone would like to join me in the mornings for training routines perhaps we can teach one another of the fighting styles of different worlds.
[Again a noise, this time more like a chainsaw or motor boat than an animal and Cor takes a moment to wipe sweat from his brow, heave a sigh and his expression turns a touch apologetic.]
Also if anyone has access to a chess board or mahjong table they'd be willing to share I would greatly appreciate it.
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[The traitor. And this would be a perfectly reasonable place to end the conversation but, despite, that little hiccup earlier Cor finds himself not wanting to hang up.]
What sort of games do you like?
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[Will is starting to regain his genuine good humor again, thinking of these two chasing each other in circles like Growlithe chasing their tails, both trying to get the other to take a break. It's cute, honestly. Cute, ironic, and a little exasperating.]
Oh, I don't know..... fetch? Heh, I didn't usually have a lot of time for normal games before I came here. Between work and taking care of my team, I stayed pretty busy! I have a lot more than the few that made the trip here with me; taking care of all of them takes a lot of time.
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But hold on. Wait a second. Will did you just.... ]
Do you mean to say some of these pokemon of yours are here?
[WHY HASN'T HE MET THEM!?!?!]
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[It's the truth tho]
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Total? I've got sixteen! League regulations limit a functional team to six, so it's good to be able to rotate them often, considering how often people challenge me.
[SO much of his day is devoured by being a Good Pet Dad, you have no idea.]
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And people have been telling me I need to do less.
[There's a faint smile, a gentle tease, but also something earnest.]
You'll have to tell me about them sometime.
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[Will promptly sticks his tongue out at Cor, laughing; just getting the man to lighten up enough to tease back a little feels like an accomplishment.]
I've picked them up over the course of pretty much my whole life; I wouldn't trade any of them for the world. Fair warning, though--if you get me talking about them, I might not stop.
time to make you make shit up
[He blinks, tilts his head, frowning a little. Ah but he doesn't want to ask about Will's age and yet....]
I know our pets, dogs and chocobos and things, mostly have comparatively short lifespans. Dogs only live maybe 15 years, give or take. I know you're quite young but... how long do pokemon usually live?
Wow rude???
[Will makes a vague fluttery gesture with his free hand.]
Well..... it depends on the species a lot, you know? Bug types are almost always the shortest lived, for example. But on the other end of the spectrum? One of my team has lived for thousands of years before I was born, and will probably be around long after I die, too.
[So casual and matter of fact. Inanimate object Pokémon almost always outlive their trainers. There's no angst in thinking about your own mortality compared to them.]
They live a lot longer with trainers than they do in the wild, too. But fifteen years seems awfully short for the most common pet Pokémon! I might expect that kind of lifespan from one of the little prey species like a Rattata, I guess?
you got this~
[Enkidu is thousands of years old but Enkidu is also a special case, he's pretty sure.]
/distracts with a special case
[Enjoy your introduction to how fucking Weird Pokémon can be, Cor?]
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[A sentient object being thousands of years old makes a lot more sense.]
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[Animal, object--past a certain point, the distinction is blurred to non-existent when it comes to Pokémon. Nobody would ever argue that things like Magnemite aren't alive or don't have emotions. Why should it matter if they happen to be (at least partially?) made out of inorganic substances?]
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[His expression darkens slightly though]
Daemons on the other hand.
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[Will looks positively flabbergasted by this revelation, to be honest. He's clearly never even considered the idea that non-organic creatures might not be just one more variation on the natural order of things, Havenwell's locals aside. Why wouldn't they be, after all?]
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[Will you're going to break his brain. ]
The Scourge works differently it... it creates a type of miasma that spills off the infected person for hours, sometimes days before they succumb. It... eats at a person so that when they die the miasma mutates their body into... something else. When the Daemon dies it disperses into that same miasma and that's what has been blocking the sun for the last two years.
[Enough creatures have died and turned to dust to block out the sun for an entire planet. If that gives you a bit of scale for how horrific the Scourge is. And you wonder why he's Like This.]
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That explanation, though..... it really puts the scourge into perspective. A horrific wasting, twisting period where you can feel yourself slowly being destroyed from the inside out, dying inch by inch until you finally give in to something fundamentally Other, body and mind and soul alike. Millions of deaths, blanketing an entire world in their anguish, stealing all light and hope even from the survivors left breathing in their remains.
Maybe it's not quite like that. Maybe his imagination is running wild. But Will's expression flickers as he looks away from the camera, a momentary flash of nausea. Now it's even clearer how desperately important Verstael's work is.....]
.....I'm sorry.
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You've no need to apologize. There's no blame to be had, save Niflheim's arrogance. And they've suffered far worse than the rest of us for it.
[He sighs, shakes his head a little, trying to dismiss it.]
So... you really have a pokemon made of garbage?
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[Niflheim caused this disease somehow? How? Why? How are they getting punished for it more severely? Whatever they might have done, nobody deserves to suffer like that.....
It's hard to drag his mind away from such dark, gruesome thoughts back to a simple pollution problem. Will hesitates a little, making a vague gesture with his free hand.]
I have no idea what kind of weird chemical reactions or mutating energy do it, but yes. Trubbish is basically a living garbage bag, and Grimer is basically living toxic sludge. They both come from areas of especially bad pollution--Grimer actually naturally prey on Trubbish. Probably because they're both so poisonous they're one of the only species able to do so safely.....
A-anyway. Now that people are getting so much better at cleaning up pollution and using greener ways of doing things, both of them are starting to get pretty rare. They might even die out soon--although I guess Alola will probably manage to keep some Grimer around.
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[Creatures develop according to their environment, that's true even for daemons in some ways.
It's hard to drag his mind away from Niflheim as well, from home, from all the unfinished business he's left behind.]
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[Because that's what this is, right here. A bunch of chemicals spilled on a bunch of trash, and suddenly the same literal pile of trash is imbued with life and intelligence, and able to be captured and trained. He doesn't understand how it works, but this shit is still completely normal to him.]
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[But then, there's a walking talking suit of armor that's owner is at least 2000 years dead so why not?]
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[Maybe the fact that chemical reactions and X-rays from the moon shouldn't bring trash to life in the first place?]
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[And yet we have Ardyn.]
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