Call Henry's Poke"gear!

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Hi there! Wanna thread but don't have time/want to set up a whole post for it?
Does your character just wanna call and shoot the breeze? LET'S DO IT.
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<sub>[Henry returns the stare. Slowly his eyes drift around to see if any of the other monster people are nearby who could possibly translate this interaction for him.]

[They are not.]</sub>

I like to sit?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[There is no one.]

[Henry is alone with the goblin, and his own thoughts.]</sub>

I like to sit, too.

_{[Wrath has not blinked in awhile.]}

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<sub>[Henry's mouth slowly becomes a grim, wobbly line. He is. Not sure about this.]

[Slowly, ever so slowly he gives Wrath the thumbs-up. Sitting bros?]</sub>

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath tilts his head slowly to the side when Henry offers the universal gesture of camaraderie.]}

... Oh!

That's a good thing.

_{[He knows that, because his team-mates over at the Rocket HQ usuallyd do it when missions go well.]}

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_{[The corner of Henry's mouth twitches a little. Oh, good, he understands!]}

Yeah.

_{[He's still here.]}

Sssso...whacha. Whacha up to, Wrath?

action | January 29th

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy sneakily fled the house this morning the moment he realized what was probably going on. Which is to say, something he absolutely did not want to deal with with a certain someone IN said house.]

[But sometime in the early afternoon, he sneaks his way back. Both because he didn't have any cash for food and, more importantly, because the house is FULL of secretive, sneaky people who might also have had his same idea, and one of their housemates has a broken foot.]

[He'll risk Deep, Truthful Conversations to make sure that his friend hasn't been abandoned to his own devices. He's still pretty furtive as he comes in...through the office window. Heather's not as likely to be in there! And it's separate enough from the living room that he has some chance at sneaking.]

Henry?

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<sub>[Not separate enough.]

[Henry is hanging out in the office today because it's got that window and he's been practicing with his crutches now that ti's been a few weeks. So he sits there, seated in a swivel chair with a photograph clutched close to his chest, watching his octopus-headed friend Mission Impossible his way into the house.]</sub>

...Yeah?

[exeggutorhead]

[He nearly falls the rest of the way through the window when Henry suddenly speaks up from a lot closer than he'd been expecting. Luckily for his head, he manages to catch himself in time--with a little bit of silly-looking rebalancing. And, as they have all day, words just sort of come out of his mouth without any real control over what he's saying.]

I was just coming to check on you, I didn't know if anyone else stayed in the house. You need anything? What's that picture?

[He finally gets inside all the way and stands up with a sigh.]

I don't think I like today's thing at all.

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_{[Henry just watches this, unjudging. It's a Tuesday.]}

I'm fine. Thank you. I just wanted a break from the Pokemon. They think I'm part of the couch now.

_{[And then Envy asks a question. Henry had planned on going back to looking at his photo and feeling weird but suddenly something like a rush hits him.]}

It's a photo of my neighbor back home, I worry about her ever day.

_{[He snaps his jaws shut and his face says it all: Uh Oh.]}

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[Envy's about to take Henry's word for it--he has been getting around pretty well on those crutches, after all--and just go to the kitchen to get some lunch or something, but then...]

[He can't help it. He's curious, and the thought pops into his head immediately.]

What? Why? Did something happen to her?

[SORRY HENRY this is happening now, neither of them can stop it.]

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_{[Henry looks up at Envy the way a kid looks at a teacher when they've been called on to recite everything that's been said that lesson as proof that they have not, in fact, been asleep.]}

Everything happened to her.

[exeggutorhead]

[Oh. Ooooh no, he probably shouldn't keep asking--]

Was it to do with the wheelchairs and that serial killer?

[HE GIVES HENRY THE MOST APOLOGETIC LOOK HE CAN.]

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_{[Henry just kept looking at Envy and getting sadder and sadder and though he can't stop talking, his voice gets smaller.]}

Yes. She was part of the ritual. He was obsessed with her. He wanted her to be his new mother...somehow along side my apartment who he also thought was his mother. It's all hard for me to understand but with all the weird openings and flesh that I had to navigate, I don't think I want to.

She's still there. She went...somewhere before I jumped down that hole. She was acting strangely. I think she felt sorry for Walter, even after everything he'd done. She's that kind of person.

[exeggutorhead]

[Slowly, Envy walks over to stand by that swivel chair instead of standing halfway across the room. He didn't mean to set off this upsetting conversation, but he DID and now he can't just run off and leave his upset friend to deal with it.]

Your world doesn't make any sense--I mean, damn it, why can't I stop talking?

Hey, don't--I mean, time stops when we come here, right? She wouldn't be...in more trouble with you here. Right?

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It used to. But then a bunch of people had to go and mess with the devil.

_{[He rubs his thumb alongside the photo. It's so weird that it's a Polaroid. It looks like something he might have taken. In the photo, Elieen isn't injured. No blood. No cast. No bandaged eye. She's smiling in that patient way.]}

No, but...if I go back, I have a job to do. And I don't think I can do it.

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What's the job?

[He bites his tongue, and says more quietly as he looks down at the photo.]

You don't need to tell me if you don't want. What's her name?

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I have to kill a serial killer's ghost before he can summon Satan. And if that fails, kill Satan myself, I guess.

_{[He sinks further down in his seat.]}

Eileen.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath's reply sounds perfectly reasonable to him.]

[But to anybody else... it's downright ominous.]</sub>

Waiting.

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Fffffffor...?

[garbagechild]

For you to stop.

_{[... To stop sitting there and go somewhere else, that is.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy lets out a long 'ffffff' sounding breath. That was a hell of a thing. But...]

I think you can do it.

[He's not saying it just because he's trying to reassure his friend with empty words. He really means it, it's what came into his head and then out of his mouth. He decides to keep going.]

I mean, I've seen you when you want to fight something. And that's never even been anything big.

And this Eileen girl...you care about her. People--they fight better for the ones they care about. I've seen it a million times.

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<sub>[OH.]

[Well. Henry actually finds his brows furrowing a little. He isn't about to stop sitting any time soon. He'd claimed this sofa fair and square.]

[It's then that Townshend gets an idea. A wonderful terrible idea. He reaches down between himself and the sofa and pulls up a crinkly plastic bag full of Bergmints.]</sub>

Here.

_{[He holds the bag out and tips it, expecting Wrath to either a) know to cup his hands or b) eat them off the floor because of course he would. Henry isn't fussed either way.]}

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<sub>[Henry grows very still before looking up at his friend with wide eyes. For a long moment he just stares before his expression softens into something just this side of bashful.]

[It felt nice to know that Envy was probably suffering the same affliction as him. And thus telling the truth. He always feels like the one who's had the least adventures even though he has LEGIT TRAVERSED MULTIPLE HELLWORLDS. It's a strange feeling.]</sub>

I hope you're right...she doesn't deserve to be there. She should be here. I'm the Receiver of Wisdom. I'm the last part of the ritual.

[garbagechild]

[Wrath's eyes widen.]

[He knows how to put his hands out for offerings, but he doesn't really get what Henry is doing until the mints kind of go all over the place.]

[But he now knows candy when he sees it, so his IMMEDIATE RESPONSE is to dive off the couch and start grabbing up all the Bergmints with his horrible little goblin hands. And then shovel them into his mouth by the handful.]

--OH! Cold!

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_{[Henry takes this opportunity to haul both legs up onto the sofa and occupy AS MUCH OF IT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.]}

Good?