[Henry rounds the corner with his Litwick on his shoulder and pauses, making direct eye-contact with Al.]
[In one hand are more musty-smelling candles.]
[In the other is a hammer.]
[This is the first time Henry has spotted Al since he got home and the photographer no longer has the dozy half-interested look in his eye than he usually does. Henry's shoulders are ridged and he's holding the hammer in a weird way--the windows are already boarded. This hammer is meant to go through a skull.]
Al, you're home.
[Henry descends the stairs, two at a time, oddly light on his feet for someone who usually moves so sluggishly.]
Envy probably didn't know enough to tell you. That's my fault. Come on.
[He moves RIGHT INTO Al's bubble in order to squeeze by him and into the living room.]
[That...that is new and different. Al wasn't actually aware Henry could move this fast. He takes half a step back in surprise, watching Henry pass by with a shocked expression.]
[He does follow, though.]
Um...alright.
[He eyes that hammer in Henry's hands warily, but he's...pretty sure Henry isn't the type to lash out randomly. And that he could disarm him if it came to it.]
[Henry makes a quick circuit, walking around the sofas and through the kitchen, pausing briefly at the door to look at it and make sure no chains suddenly manifest. He wheels around and makes eye-contact with Al again.]
The serial killer who managed to destroy the very fabric of reality in my apartment building is here and I have to kill him before he kills me and summons the devil.
[All of this was delivered with a level-headed seriousness that one might expect from someone giving the lowdown on a dangerous disease or even upcoming rough weather.]
[Al pauses in the middle of the living room, halfway through sitting down as Henry makes his round of the room. About by the time he's checking the door, Al has slowly settled down to sit on one end of the sofa.]
[And then...that.]
[well, then. That doesn't sound completely ludicrous or anything.]
I...see.
[Al blinks very slowly, doing his best to not look as skeptical as he feels.]
So how will we...uh. Keep someone that can bend reality out of the house?
[That sure was a sentence he just said right there.]
[Henry raises his hammer and smiles. Henry's smiles are usually bashful or tight. This one stretches to his ears.]
--he can't do that here. He's mortal. I would have killed him with my bare hands if it weren't for the police. But we have Pokemon and some Pokemon can be incredibly destructive in the hands of the wrong person.
Right...I don't think we can really do anything about that until he tries something himself. Or maybe Envy or Lust know how to pin charges on someone, that sounds about like their old line of work.
[Lord, what has his life become that he is saying these words and meaning them?]
I don't think you need to worry too much. He has Pokemon, but so do we. And I highly doubt he's going to amass an army of a team that's equal to all of ours on such short notice.
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[In one hand are more musty-smelling candles.]
[In the other is a hammer.]
[This is the first time Henry has spotted Al since he got home and the photographer no longer has the dozy half-interested look in his eye than he usually does. Henry's shoulders are ridged and he's holding the hammer in a weird way--the windows are already boarded. This hammer is meant to go through a skull.]
Al, you're home.
[Henry descends the stairs, two at a time, oddly light on his feet for someone who usually moves so sluggishly.]
Envy probably didn't know enough to tell you. That's my fault. Come on.
[He moves RIGHT INTO Al's bubble in order to squeeze by him and into the living room.]
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[He does follow, though.]
Um...alright.
[He eyes that hammer in Henry's hands warily, but he's...pretty sure Henry isn't the type to lash out randomly. And that he could disarm him if it came to it.]
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The serial killer who managed to destroy the very fabric of reality in my apartment building is here and I have to kill him before he kills me and summons the devil.
[All of this was delivered with a level-headed seriousness that one might expect from someone giving the lowdown on a dangerous disease or even upcoming rough weather.]
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[And then...that.]
[well, then. That doesn't sound completely ludicrous or anything.]
I...see.
[Al blinks very slowly, doing his best to not look as skeptical as he feels.]
So how will we...uh. Keep someone that can bend reality out of the house?
[That sure was a sentence he just said right there.]
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[Henry raises his hammer and smiles. Henry's smiles are usually bashful or tight. This one stretches to his ears.]
--he can't do that here. He's mortal. I would have killed him with my bare hands if it weren't for the police. But we have Pokemon and some Pokemon can be incredibly destructive in the hands of the wrong person.
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[Suddenly, a lot of the friendships in this house make a whole lot more sense.]
Uh...huh. You know if he dies here he's not going to stay dead, right? Or else I wouldn't be sitting here right now.
[Or Envy wouldn't be around, but that has more chance of setting Henry off.]
But we can definitely make sure he can't get into the house, that shouldn't be too hard.
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That is also right. That's why we'll have to be ready.
[He makes a face and looks at the hammer.]
I just...I need to find a way to either put him behind bars without winding up in jail permanently myself. Those Jennies do not like me.
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[Lord, what has his life become that he is saying these words and meaning them?]
I don't think you need to worry too much. He has Pokemon, but so do we. And I highly doubt he's going to amass an army of a team that's equal to all of ours on such short notice.
its been forever this is ok to drop!
You're right...we all have good teams. A Pokemon couldn't possibly form a connection with someone as deranged as Walter.