foolishwren | IC CONTACT (Victory Road)

I miss you the most too! Everyone's my friend, but...you're my best friend! [ Well his crush but he couldn't just say that! And Wolf was his best friend, so it was the truth. ]

I'm gonna try and ask Walter so we can see each other face to face again soon. But he's very busy with helping Alessa, so I don't know when it might be.

I UNDERSTAND!!

ALESSA

...

SAINT ALESSA

IS VERY BUSY AS WELL

BUT I HOPE THAT WE WILL SOON BE ABLE TO SEE EACH OTHER! I WANT TO SHOW YOU ALL THE THINGS I CAN DO AFTER TRAINING SO MUCH!

WARDEN SAYS THAT I WILL BE READY SOON TO TAKE ON MY TRUE PURPOSE

Edited 2017-11-19 03:49 (UTC)

Your true purpose? You don't have to separate from the flesh to do that, do you?

[ He'd be very sad if Wolf had to die for his purpose. He knows that sometimes that's how things have to be; it's what Walter had to do for his purpose; but he doesn't like the idea of the people he loves all hurting themselves. ]

NO!!

I MEAN ...

I DON'T THINK SO!!

I WORRIED ABOUT THAT TOO

BUT WARDEN SAID IT WAS ONLY METAPHORICAL

I DON'T THINK SHE BELIEVES IN THE TERRIBLE THINGS THAT HER HUMAN AND YOURS HAD TO DO TO THEMSELVES IN THEIR OWN WORLD

MAYBE IT WAS TRUE THERE.... BUT THINGS ARE DIFFERENT HERE!

IF I SEPARATE FROM MY FLESH IT WON'T BE IN THE SAME WAY I DON'T THINK!

Oh, good! Then that's really exciting! I can't wait to see how you change for your purpose too, like how I changed for mine! [ Assumption couldn't hide a big sigh of relief! ]

But yeah! Walter always says, this world is better than theirs, so he doesn't want to open Paradise. I just hope someday he can really stop doing bad things to himself. I just want everyone to be happy, and to be friends.

ME TOO

_{[Wolf actually looks a little bit sad at that. Even though it was a wonderful world he'd been born into, it was also a confusing and complicated one at times. The tangled web between all these humans is so painful to navigate sometimes.]}

MAYBE SOMEDAY, IF WE WORK VERY HARD

Yeah! And, I know Walter likes your trainer. Even if he doesn't know she's Saint Alessa, he thinks she's very sensible and knows about how mean the priests and priestesses could be.

[ It was very very complicated. Even moreso when he learned more about the Order from Walter's perspective, of angels nicknamed as devils and priests stained red with sin. But there was hope, in Assumption's mind. ]

YES SHE KNOWS ALL ABOUT THAT

SHE DOESN'T TALK ABOUT IT VERY MUCH...

BUT WARDEN HAS TOLD ME ABOUT THE THINGS SHE'S SAID BEFORE.

I'M JUST GLAD THAT OUR TRAINERS DON'T FIGHT LIKE SAINT ALESSA THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO BACK IN THE BEGINNING!!

They had done it. Alessa was free and they had destroyed the lab! Assumption had been so happy to see it finally happen and he could feel Walter's relief and vicious happiness at tearing it apart. But now came the more difficult part, at least for Walter and Assumption in particular; the part where they were separated, so Team Rocket would think he had vanished. It wouldn't be for too long, it was just to buy them some time so the Rockets would have no idea where he could be.

Assumption flew with Darkness to Sharkhouse. Darkness would be staying here so he was very somber as they landed in the garden, fluttering up to immediately nestle with Lyra and his family. The Marowak drew a deep breath, and knocked on the door with his bone.

Me too! My trainer was expecting everyone to fight him. I know...the things that happened to Walter were really, really bad. That's why he's so sad about our Alessa. It makes him remember what people did to him.

[ Which is why they're gonna save her! And make sure she has a chance to get revenge on everyone who hurt her. ]

But, I'll tell you before we free her! And I'll tell her all about you, and your trainer too.

_{[To say that Goldenrod's been in a frenzy of alarm since the warehouse went up in smoke would be an understatement. Heather and several of her housemates had been there and back, like many others... but there's not much point in lingering around and getting in the way of the Jennies.]

[So fortunately for Henry everybody, she's home when the knock comes.]

[Being the official disgrace of the otherwise well-to-do neighborhood, Sharkhaus doesn't exactly get many unexpected visitors at the front door, so she opens it up fully expecting to see one of the bitchy people next door, come to complain that the sharks had been squirting water over the fence at their Purugly again.]

[But... NOTHING?]

[After staring straight ahead at where a human face would be for a moment in bewilderment... it occurs to her to look down.]}

--you?

Where's W-- where's your trainer?

YES!!

I WANT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT ALESSA THE VOLCARONA!!

_{[A pause, and the Riolu turns his snout to the side bashfully.]}

DO YOU THINK I WILL BE ABLE TO MEET HER SOMEDAY?

_{[She might be... nicer, than the Pokemon who he knows as Alessa.]}

Assumption lowered his head when asked where Walter was. He held his club tightly and shook his head.

With Walter, he could communicate due to the great bond they shared. He didn't have that with Heather so he couldn't explain, or give the story that they're sticking with here. He still tried t explain, on the off chance someone else nearby could tell her. "He's not here."

Maybe... [ Assumption couldn't hide that he was uncertain about that. ] She's very, very wary of other people and Pokemon, but maybe after she's free she'll be happier. She talked to me because I was with Walter, and Walter had told her about me.

So I'll make sure I let her know what you and your trainer are like, and that you wouldn't hurt anyone!

_{[No, there weren't any Pokemon in the immediate vicinity... but fortunately for Assumption, despite her surprise... this isn't the first time Heather has found a Pokemon mysteriously alone after having belonged to someone she knew.]

[She bites her lip-- her imagination is telling the story possibly just as well as Assumption could have to begin with.]

[Because shit.]

[If the Marowak is here, all she can assume is that he must be here to stay.]}

--come inside, it's okay, c'mon...

_{[She steps aside to let him pass. Thankfully, Henry isn't actually in the house at the moment-- if he HAD been, she might've had to do some quick thinking to avoid the surefire shitshow that would happen if her shellshocked room-mate suddenly encountered the Pokemon that had beaten the shit out of him in his own home, rightfully or not.]

[But no, she's got a few hours at least until she'll have to deal with... that.]}

OH!

THAT IS FINE I UNDERSTAND

EITHER WAY I KNOW YOU ALL ARE GOING TO TAKE VERY GOOD CARE OF HER

Assumption hesitated. For all the times he had crept over to Sharkhouse as a Cubone, first to find Henry to ask why he hit Walter and then to see his own friends there, he'd never really been welcomed in by the trainers of the household before. He looked up at Heather again, as if checking that she is actually letting him in, before stepping inside.

He still held his bone close to him and stayed close to Heather too. He didn't like Henry and he didn't like the other lady he had seen here, the one with the Spheal who had made him leave when he had been small. So it was best to stay by Heather, in case either of them saw him and decided to be mean. Walter had asked he be on his best behaviour even to Henry, which was going to be a hard promise to keep.

They have the same idea-- now's not a good time for Assumption to go wandering off into the house.

But she shuts the door behind him and looks around for a moment, weighing up the options. This could take some explaining to basically ANYONE who comes in, human or Pokemon alike-- they all know of Walter Sullivan and his Pokemon (although how seriously they take the accompanying "Watch out for" varies depending on the individual).

"... Let's-- uh-- here, come on upstairs. You can stay in m-- ... in, er, one of the bedrooms for now. Just till I tell everyone you're here, okay?"

She starts towards the staircase. If she sounds a little uncertain, it's because she IS, but even if Assumption is nowhere near the most volatile Pokemon she's ever inherited (that award goes to the Scolipede who she has literally never taken out of the PC, for good reason), he's definitely the one with the most complicated set of circumstances surrounding him.

Assumption followed her quietly.

It wasn't as if he lived his life attached to Walter's hip. He had gone out on his own a few times and often had to act as a mediator between some of his teammates, when Walter was busy with other things or was out of the house. It was just the knowledge that...well, he wasn't going to be welcomed here by the trainers as easily as a random Pokemon on the street, because they didn't like Walter much. It was awkward for him too, and a little frustrating given his trainer hadn't done anything in Johto worthy of this reputation.

He didn't really like the idea of staying in a room until Heather informed everyone that he was there. But he also knew that if she locked him in, he could easily get out. The real problem would be if she tried to put him in a PC Box, because then he wouldn't be able to answer Walter's call, when it was time to go home. So Assumption just did as he was told. When shown to a room, he obediently walked inside and looked around for somewhere to sit.

She does indeed show him to a room-- it's a bedroom, and by some MIRACLE, none of Envy's Pokemon are snoozing in it at the moment.

There's shelves, a dresser, a little bedside table, and a messy, unmade bed with so many rumpled blankets on it it might as well be a nest. Some strings of (currently unlit) Christmas lights are tacked up messily over the window, and the walls around the bed are plastered with papers and photographs-- many of them featuring Heather and Envy. Goofy selfies and undignified candids.

Assumption can sit pretty much wherever he wants, Heather won't stop him.

She needs to text Envy and tell him what's happened-- which, as far as Heather can see, is that Walter Sullivan has departed Johto and left at least one of his Pokemon to her. Assumption's prior visits don't really spring to mind-- mostly what she's been thinking about was the time Walter asked-- no, begged her to take Assumption if anything happened to him. And the thought isn't really a happy one.

Rubbing her temples, she rests her head on the doorframe for a moment, looking tired.

"You don't have to stay up here for long, I just... don't want anyone thinking you're here without being invited. You, uh... d'you want something to eat?"

Assumption pulled himself onto the bed and sat with his bone in his lap, legs swinging a little. At Heather's question he shook his head politely. "No thank you." Before they'd parted Walter had made sure to give him and the others some good food, in case they weren't fed for a little while. He'd even gotten an orange poffin, his favourite.

He looked over the room from this vantage point. It was so unlike Walter's bedroom; the bed was always made and he didn't have many photographs. What pictures he did have, photos or hand-drawn, were usually hidden in the journals he kept. It added to the strangeness of it all and on an impulse to make it more like home, Assumption stood and made the bed. Or at least tried to. Why did it have so many blankets?

She watches as he hops back down and starts trying to tug the blanket-army into order-- she's never seen where Walter actually keeps himself, but she knows what being raised in the Order is like, and she also knows... well, him. Being in this house now must feel like a completely different planet.

While he's busy with that, she takes the chance to quietly slip from the room, shutting the door softly behind her (but not locking it-- if he tried to, he could open it easily).

A few minutes later, though, there's a knock at the door!

Who could that be??

At the knock, Assumption turned to the door and abandoned his quest to straighten the blankets. He kept his club in hand, stepping towards the door. Nobody else had been in here, so they couldn't be looking for someone else, right? Or where they looking for someone?

He reached up on tiptoe to reach the doorknob, pulling the door open with a healthy mix of unease and care. "Hello?"

THE DOOR OPENS... revealing something TALL (... relatively) and GOLDEN.

A sleek Lucario with gleaming, lustrous fur stands in the doorway, ears pricked forward attentively and paws clasped behind his back.

He says nothing, and is trying to look very dignified, but his tail is wagging furiously behind him.

Edited 2017-12-30 23:44 (UTC)

The last time Assumption has spoken with Wolf had been to confirm The Plan™. That way his friends would know why he was at their house and that he wouldn't be there forever, just until Walter was well hidden and he could go home.

Seeing this extremely handsome, tall and so dignified Lucario stunned Assumption. Wolf had always been handsome of course! But seeing him like this stunned Assumption, who hadn't been expecting it at all. He lowered his bone club, face flushed under his mask and stepped closer, tail wagging as well. "Wolf? You're...you evolved! You look so strong and handsome! I- I mean-"

OOPS. Assumption pressed a hand over his mouth, embarrassed at his blabber.

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they break my heart ;-;

Let these cuties be happy pls

bless them

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