114. Fourth Wall Post [VIDEO/ACTION FOR ANYWHERE]

[foolishwren]

.... Yeah.

Yeah, you're in the complete wrong region.

Mount Moon's in Kanto.

_{[Heather huffs out a sigh and takes hold of Cujo's mane as the wayward Grey and his weird spacedog head back to their spaceship, which had landed conveniently on top of one of the Pokemon Centers, barely even remarkable in the middle of all the other chaos that's happening.]}

Man, at this point, the only thing that could surprise me on weekends like this are things staying normal.

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[a_sin_for_him]

Lust. That's Guttle. Watch your shins, he doesn't always swerve to avoid them.

[She remembers now. They spoke when she'd first came here, she remembers the same voice. At least the 'dog' looks as though he could handle being knocked into by the impractically heavy Spheal. Who's more than happy to lead Cujo in lopsided circles around the two women.]

[foolishwren]

My ankles are like steel at this point. <sub>[She's tripped over too many of her own Pokemon to count.]

[She tilts her head, though. Lust? What a weird na-- ... oh.]</sub>

... You... wouldn't happen to know a guy named Envy, do you?

_{[After meeting a guy named GREED...]}

[a_sin_for_him]

I do. We're...

[Lust pauses. Well, she supposes they're friends. But it's more than that.]

I've known him my whole life. We're close. You know each other?

[foolishwren]

Yeah.

He's my friend.

<sub>[If she knew the true nature of the Homunculi's mission, she might have gotten confrontational and possessive. Tried to intimidate, to make Lust know that under no uncertain terms, Heather wasn't about to put up with any shit from Envy's former family.]

[But she doesn't.]

[She just knows it's a fairly troubled past and that's it.]</sub>

And then there's that guy named Greed.

[a_sin_for_him]

Good. I'm glad he has friends. It's done wonders for him.

[Envy was always the most unstable of them all, but now he's practically healthy. It's still strange.

Heather doesn't have anything to worry about, anyway.]

We were together, but I've lost him in all of this. I know Greed, too. Not as well.

[And Greed and Envy are fighting anyhow.]

[foolishwren]

Yeah, I kind of wound up in the middle of a textual screaming match between them.

It was... a little awkward, to say the least.

[a_sin_for_him]

That must be that fight Greed mentioned. I'm not on either side, I don't have anything to do with whatever's between them.

[She likes Greed. She's found she can talk to him, and easily. He has interesting things to say.]

Knowing Envy, I can only imagine. His temper's legendary.

[foolishwren]

He must have done a lot of mellowing out here because that was the first time I've seen him lose it like that.

_{[She has a feeling that France probably calmed him down a lot over the years. But it was still weird to see that conversation explode.]}

[a_sin_for_him]

Where I come from, there's a procedure done to sever nerves in the brain to stabilize extreme personalities. Mellow the disturbed. It's almost like he's had that done. He's happy.

[She never could have imagined it. But if Envy can manage it, surely she can. Three years really isn't that long, and if that's all it's taken him...]

[foolishwren]

_{[.... SILENT STARE.]}

... Did... did you just compare him to a lobotomy patient?

_[WHAT?]

[a_sin_for_him]

The last time I saw him before coming here, he was...much different.

[Homicidal, psychopathic, unstable, there was all that genocide...]

[foolishwren]

Different doesn't mean lobotomized.

He's mellow, not a drooling vegetable.

_{[SHE DOESN'T KNOW, OK LUST. He's implied a few things but she has no idea he was once a stone-cold killer.]}

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust blinks, raising her eyebrows.]

I didn't imply he's a drooling vegetable. You must read too many dime store novels.

[Drooling vegetables? Really, Heather, she's talking about a proper medical procedure with proven results performed in licences hospitals, not some madman pounding ice picks willy nilly into people's craniums.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Heather looks sort of indignant. HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE HER, AN IMPRESSIONABLE-LOOKING YOUNG TWENTY-SOMETHING PUNK, OF NOT KNOWING WHAT SHE'S TALKING ABOUT?]}

And you must be stuck in the 1800's.

They barely do lobotomies anymore.

They have medication for stuff like that.

[a_sin_for_him]

Medication? [Lust's nose wrinkles.]

Why treat the symptoms when you can eliminate the cause? What sort of logic is that? If someone shatters a limb, the doctor doesn't just give them medication, they operate to repair the bone.

[foolishwren]

Yeah, except a lobotomy is more like treating a broken arm by cutting it off instead of givin' the person a cast.

Plus, you know a lot of the people they gave lobotomies to weren't actually sick, right?

_{[Heather's not honestly a huge history buff. ... But spend seven years stewing in the basement of an old hospital, while your psychic abilities grow unchecked... you learn a lot of unpleasant things about what went on inside those walls.]}