video, at the end of october

[friendlyflower]

[A weird, half-dead sunflower seed with dilated eyes and sweat rolling down its shell appears, shouting at you from the clinic.]

THE VOTE IS CLOSE!!!!!!! VOTE FOR UMBREON NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[He grabs the Grumpearl with a vine.]

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT VOTING FOR LURANTIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Nurse Chansey from the clinic visibly tries to wrestle the Grumpearl away from him. He shouts various curses that Emporio taught him. You may or may not have a headache now.]

Comments

[consequerer]

I do not dislike it, though I am not entirely familiar with all of the herbs and fruits that might end up in a blend here. [ they say, drifting a little closer to examine the travel container. ] Not prior to awakening here, in any case.

[ Certainly, they've taken care to read up on what they can in their spare time, but reading that it is mildly bitter when ripe, and useful for burns (and elevated temperatures now, apparently?) is a far cry from knowing for themself how it tastes. ]

You did not need to bring anything, you realize? I do not even know that he will thank you for it.

[ Though who knows, maybe now that they've said that Flowey will in fact do so purely to be contrary? ]

not here

[friendlyflower]

[* You get the sense that Flowey will exaggeratedly thank him just to be contrary.]

[offtracks]

Ah, I bring something for everyone who is in the clinic! And whoever is with them, of course.

[ Often when he comes here, it is because someone else has fallen into a coma. Obviously it's the visitors who really need it then. Except the one time, when it was him...

Ingo busies himself with unpacking the small cups he's brought along. One for himself as well; he does like to make a bit of a visit of it, unless he can sense it's unwelcome. ]

I am going to see Emporio after this.

[consequerer]

You will not need to go far, in that case. He is here also.

[ Close enough to have been caught briefly on the video stream from Flowey's perspective before the seed threw his grumpearl out the window, anyway.

They'll also drift back to the task they had been attending to before he came in (which is stocking some of the pediatric medications and equipment in the nearby crash cart) though they comment: ]

A ground, a grass, and a fire-type, all out to a frozen lake together. It sounds somewhat like the setup for a morbid joke of some sort, does it not?

[offtracks]

[ Ingo grimaces a little, too alarmed to be amused. ]

Oh dear! That was very poorly planned!

[ He can see how they might have imagined it being okay with a fire-type, but with frozen lakes, you never want to forget the "lake" part! ]

[consequerer]

[ * You tell a joke about two kids who... ]

Indeed. I am not sure what any of them were trying to prove.

[offtracks]

I am sure they have nothing to prove!

[ Though admittedly neither Flowey nor Emporio is the strongest of Pokemon...he's just too nice to say so. ]

I only hope that they have learned better now!

[consequerer]

Then I would have expected Emporio, at least, to show more caution. Flowey, of course, will do as he will.

[ Which is apparently halfway kill himself doing tasks for these guilds? Certainly they are indebted to them for their hospitality, but as far as they are aware, they are hardly being pressured to perform, and do so so foolhardily.

Perhaps it is different for Cheris? Ah well. Their task complete, they float their way back over to the Typhlosion, delicately picking up one of the cups he's brought along. ]

[offtracks]

[ Ingo chuckles in the back of his throat. He's poured two cups of tea for now, since Flowey isn't partaking for a little while, and he angles his big head to carefully lap from his own. ]

I suppose. He is quite brave!

[consequerer]

That is one word for it, I suppose.

[ A very generous one at that! ]

But perhaps my perspective is quite skewed when I am still capable of terrifying him.

[offtracks]

Oh, dear - the two of you knew each other before, then?

[ They did mention having a sibling about! Though - hm, hm. After what Flowey's confided to him...maybe he shouldn't actually have asked. ]

[consequerer]

[ They'll finish up the sip they're taking from their own cup, before: ]

My, that is certainly a reaction. 'Oh, dear' — is there something to be concerned about here?

[ Answering a question with a question is a bit impolite, perhaps, but now their curiosity's been piqued by his sudden apprehension. Has someone been telling more stories than they've been aware of, or is this about Flowey himself? ]

[offtracks]

[ Ingo blinks; he hadn't really meant it that seriously? If anything, it's sort of nice that they seem to both have someone to mess with. Maybe he can sort of unconsciously recognize Sibling Behavior. ]

Well, I suppose that depends on why you are frightening him!

[consequerer]

[ They, too, are (mostly) messing around. But Flowey's been a little careless about some things, and in a state of feverish delirium at current to boot, so they thought they'd check.

Anyway, in response to him, they just offer, in sardonic deadpan: ]

Keeps him in check when he starts thinking he's the absolute God of Hyperdeath again.

[ They will not go into the details of certain other history. ]

[offtracks]

[ He does let out a bark of laughter at that. ]

The god of what?

[consequerer]

[ With absolutely zero hesitation: ]

T_he A_bsol_ut_e GOD _of Hy_per_dea_th.

[ How are they doing that with their mouth. ]

[offtracks]

Hy_per -

[ no, nope, he can't do that with his mouth, he breaks off coughing and takes a sip of tea ]

[consequerer]

[ They let out a brief peal of laughter, and allow him to try to regather his dignity by taking a sip from their own tea. ]

[offtracks]

[ Ingo takes a few sips until the strange feeling in his mouth (almost sparkly???) seems to go away. That was weird! He's not doing that again!

(He will do it to taunt Emmet one day.) ]

Well! In any case - what a...unique moniker!

[consequerer]

Yes, he worked very hard on it.

[ Another practically dainty sip of tea. ]

[offtracks]

[ Ingo laughs. ]

Oh, I wish that I could remember my own childhood! I think that Emmet might have something to say about that!

[ Vague sense that he was some similar flavor of emo! ]

[consequerer]

[ Emmet, from somewhere across the bay, suddenly gets the urge to stage whisper "not beating the goth allegations" over the Grumpearls. ]

Perhaps you might just ask? Though if it is something truly embarrassing it may be in its own way a blessing in disguise that you cannot recall it ...

You have mentioned your issues with memory before, though. They are truly that thorough? Nothing comes through lacking context, no sense of deja-vu?

[offtracks]

[ Ah - Ingo's perpetual frown deepens. ]

No. I had thought something of that sort might happen, but I have never managed to truly regain any memories at all. There are only vague impressions, and even that much is rare. Maybe if I saw him as a human, or if we were anywhere familiar... [ But, maybe not. Ingo is beginning to have his doubts. ] Ah, but I could ask him, I suppose!

[ He is not going to do this. ]

[consequerer]

[ They full-body tilt a bit.

Then, very seriously:

(it isn't, really, but their delivery is impeccable.) ]

Perhaps the powers that displaced you ... or the ones that noticed you after, did not trust you not to cause a temporal paradox, whether intentionally or otherwise.

[ Consider: accidentally yapping about events to come to exactly the wrong person, and giving them an existential crisis. ]

[offtracks]

[ His brow furrows. This may require a little more explanation for a guy without access to time travel media. ]

A temporal paradox...?