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First train ride alone
My contribution to @pokemagma ‘s April Magma!
Can you guys do me a huge favour and vote for Rob, little bro needs a family bad
Adoption poll bracket 3 final
Rob (the amazing world of Gumball)
Nona (The Locked Tomb)
Propaganda under the cut
Rob (the amazing world of Gumball) Propaganda
To put it simply, god doesn’t like Rob. Bro really said “mmmyeaa this one is kinda boring” and sent him into the void (literally). Miraculously he got out, but his home, familly and basically everything he cared for is gone. Not to mention he became physically deformed in the process. This 13 year old little boy is now homeless without a purpose. And no one seems to be concerned for him. Please give this boy a home, he needs some good parents to take care of him and a nice cup of hot chocolate.
Nona (The Locked Tomb) Propaganda
She is 19 years old but also 4.5 billion years old and also 6 months old. She has escaped from barbie jail on Pluto (long story) and has amnesia. She loves all dogs, but especially loves Noodle who has six legs and is king of dogs in secret. She likes eating sand, marker lids and luscious green vegetation and she does NOT like scrambled eggs because she has sensory issues and they are gross. She is not allowed to eat sand, marker lids or luscious green vegetation and she HAS to finish her scrambled eggs because she needs the protein. She cannot read but she is fluent in every single language that exists including body language. She is part of a gang with her friends from school. Her friends are called Hot Sauce, Born in the Morning, beautiful Ruby, honesty and Kevin. She thinks flowers are sexy and likes having agony aunt columns read to her. She’s only had two tantrums in her life and she can’t even remember them so you can’t hold that against her. Just about everyone who meets her wants to adopt her, and she was adopted by three people in two bodies but we can adopt her too because she has plenty of love to go round and honestly she kinda needs the supervision. Or she’ll eat sand.
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Nona is getting ready to celebrate her birthday and she wants to invite every dog she's seen in the city. She knows every language. She likes to swim and touch the jellyfish that nobody else can touch because they kill you. She's in a gang with some of the other kids at school. Her family's not sure who she is. The rebellion wants to use her. So does the empire. She's got a crush on one of the rebels. She kisses the emperor's daughter. She's dying. All she wants is a birthday present. Nona loves you.
He’s gonna float into the sun
my dash won’t shut up abt the tumblr sexyman rematch. fuck it. ingosweep it is ig.
ft. random doodle i did in class + zorua papercraft
i like to think that i am funny. humorous even.
inspired by @samthecookielord’s cilan in hisui post, went back n forth with a friend abt the concept
so have a freshly eebied ingo carrying someone he can’t seem to name, yet seems all too familiar
this fic is a mess but it’s gonna be great i promise
worst thing abt writing pokemon fics is remembering arceus speaks in like. shakespearian english.
aka im finally working on split tracks wooo
bonus shitpost
wip for the phantom hall au! having fun writing ghostly banter ^^
melli’s reaction to the twins’ approach was nothing short of a wheeze, the ghostly warden turning to his companion leaning against the base of the display case. half sprawled out across the top of the glass, he rolled flat on his stomach, peering over the top to look at nobori with a smug look.
“ never knew you got any action back then, old man. those two are practically your spitting image. ”
“ i do not have any descendants, melli, if that is what you are accusing me of. ”
“ no descendants my ass. what’s the likelihood of someone else having your little knife hair and everything, huh? they’ve even got your hat! well, one of them does at least. twins…didn’t you always talk about having a twin brother? ever remember his name? ”
“ his name was- ”
“ emmet, we do not need to redesign our uniforms. they’re fine. ”
“ but it is the same hat and coat! i will not stand for this! ”
nobori seemed to almost click to attention as the two begun to volley back and forth in conversation, earning another snort of contempt from the purple haired man lying on top of the case at his quick distraction.
nobori had been spacey in life, sure, but by almighty sinnoh he was worse in death. snapping his fingers a few times above the silver haired man’s head, melli’s expression resembled that of a grimace. ( or perhaps closer to a pout. ) at the noise, nobori seemed even less focused on what he had to say, getting up from his spot on the floor.
“ hey! i was asking you something, why bother pay attention to their gibberish you- ”
“ sh. could you do that again? ”
“ do what again? ”
“ snapping your fingers. i need to make sure i saw that correctly. ”
brows furrowed, melli responded with an emphasized sigh, rolling his eyes, before sitting up.
“ fine, fine. ”
holding one hand up, he begun snapping his fingers again, glaring over to nobori with annoyance practically plastered onto his face.
“ what exactly is the point of this? ”
“ just look at their faces. watch. ”
the two men standing in front of the case seemed to carry on with their conversation for a bit. not even paying a glance over. the smiley one; ‘emmet’, if he had heard his name right, had continued talking without a care.
the frowning one, who’s name eluded both wardens, seemed rather intent on listening, but for a few moments, his gaze seemed to just
shift as to where melli was sitting
before quickly looking away.
the two ghosts sat stunned in silence, before melli threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.
“ SO HE CAN HEAR US!? ”
“ hear us? yes. understand us? likely not. ”
“ and why is that, since you’re apparently a paranormal expert now? ”
craning his head to look at nobori, melli responded with a cross armed gesture, still lying on top of the glass display case with a scowl.
“ they’re speaking galarian, melli. whether he can hear us or not, we sound like gibberish. ”
“ oh, great. first person to acknowledge us in three centuries, and he doesn’t even UNDERSTAND us. ”
“ …you do know i speak galarian, corre-”
“ oh, so NOW you bring that up!? ”
“ i thought you knew that already. that, and the fact i would have told you had you not interrupted me. ”
brows furrowed, nobori cleared his throat, cupping one hand by his mouth.
“ hello? the young man with the black hat? can you hear us over here? ”
clearly he did; the man sharply turned himself towards their direction and away from who they presumed to be his brother, squinting at the wall before shaking his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, and beginning to trod off, seemingly to ‘emmet’s’ surprise.
the pair’s expressions seemed to hold a mild sense of triumph, before quickly melting into that of a collective franticness as the man begun to walk away. they weren’t loosing this opportunity, not now.
“ ingo? where are you going? it is not wise to become uncoupled on unfamiliar tracks- ingo! ”
‘emmet’ seemed to quickly jog after him alongside a black haired woman, leaving the space in front of the case empty once again.
melli quickly scrabbled up to a more sitting position, almost considering hopping down from the case. but that didn’t really matter. wasn’t like they could leave, anyways. they had tried that a few times over; it was like they were in their own glass case.
rather, his gaze shifted to nobori, wildly so, quickly attempting to snap the other back to attention. sauntering off the case, he shook the other warden by the shoulders, snapping his fingers again.
( while he wasn’t facing ‘ingo’ now, the man had stopped once again, staring intently at the case for the source of the noise. )
“ shit, shit, he’s leaving- call at him again! ingo- that’s what the other guy called him! yell that at him, why don’t you! ”
“ alright, alright, no need to shout at me- ingo! may i ask you return over here! we are requesting your assistance! ”
melli’s expression shifted from desperation to absolute panic and bewilderment as nobori begun stepping forward, shrugging him off and moving as if he was trying to follow the man.
they had tried that a few times since they had been stuck here for…sinnoh knows how long. always ended horribly. melli dove to drag the other back by the collar of his jacket, but his hand missed and he fell over entirely, hat falling over his face.
with an exasperated shout, he lifted the brim from over his eyes, jaw falling slack once he realized nobori had, in fact, somehow made it a few steps further from the case, still shouting out with that booming voice of his with his hands cupped by his mouth.
“ …nobori. ”
“ melli, i am attempting to concentrate here, could you please- ”
“ nobori look at where the hell you’re standing you absolute fool! ”
the man paused, tense. slowly turning around, nobori seemed to realize what he had done, silver eyes flitting between where melli was propping himself up back to a standing position, and his own shoes.
( that of which he could see the floor through; ghosts weren’t completely tangible, anyway. )
and so it is finally here !! first chapter of split tracks !!
check it out on ao3 if you prefer that!
or read below the cut!
general summary :
recently, emmet has been seeing a reoccurring passenger; one who never talks, who always hands him messages on crumpled slips of paper that are always more cryptic then the last.
slips of paper that have managed to apparently save his brother, made him think, and made him realize something is inevitably wrong.
word count :
2,429.
emmet sat up with a hum that morning, checking the time on the alarm clock.
5:26 am.
..that stranger yesterday had said whatever ‘tragedy’ would strike would hit in.
four minutes from now.
..he didn’t exactly believe strangers; this one was no exception.
the stranger with blonde hair and eyes, yesterday, who seemed like they knew things he could not comprehend. the stranger, who looked almost shellshocked, seeing him at the end of the doubles line; the one who battled diligently, yes, but had something on his mind, just by the way his eyes kept flickering to him and not his pokemon the entire time.
a look of concern. worry. as if he expected him to fall through the floor or something.
but somehow he felt compelled to believe this time. just a bit.
“ just don’t let your brother go into his office at 5:30. trust me. ”
the little crumpled paper slip was still in his jacket, stashed safely in his pocket, but the handwriting was neat enough to remember without having to grab it.
legs dangling off the bed, the sound of the bathroom sink already confirmed ingo was up before him; something he regularly expected. getting up with a huff, emmet trodded across the hall, peeking into the bathroom doorway.
“ mmmmorning ingo. i think we may have mixed up our paperwork last night. can i check your office for mine? ”
while half muffled by a toothbrush, ingo’s nod of a ‘yes’ was a clear enough indication. emmet nodded back with his ever-so-present smile, ducking his head back out of the doorframe, discreetly heading back to his room to beckon for his pokemon to follow, before striding to ingo’s office.
( while ingo could tell emmet was certainly not looking for paperwork, based on the sight of a familiar electric eel following him across the hall, it was still morning. he was rather tired, and trusted his brother enough to not question his antics. )
emmet had made up that cover-up story on a whim. he hated lying, he really did, but that stranger’s warning made him nervous. just a bit.
closing the door behind him, his eyes shifted towards the clock resting on his brother’s desk, watching the time intently.
5:28.
5:29.
..nothing so far.
emmet heaved a sigh of relief; so whatever he had been told yesterday was nothing to worry about, as most things were. the sound of the door handle caught his attention, and ingo soon poked his head through the door, craning his head.
“ did you find what you needed? ”
( ingo would play along with said lie for a bit, just to save whatever sparse amount of dignity emmet was skewing out here. he was aware his brother despised lying, probably more than he hated losing, therefore whatever reason he was doing it for must be a good one. )
while emmet’s mouth did part as he fumbled for a response, the sound of crackling glass caught both of their attention. frankly, emmet was a bit afraid to turn around at the noise. the window behind emmet was breaking, breaking, collapsing in on itself, with some sort of malformed energy spilling out of it in waves.
dread seemed to lock in on emmet’s chest, ( in a similar fashion to the bits and spokes of glass now digging into his back, ) as he quickly moved to make a run for the door, rather missing the narrow gap ingo had created by opening it and ramming in shut instead. eelektross practically sauntered after and curled around the man’s torso, clearly attempting to shield him further from whatever was forming in the jaggedly broken window. silver eyes quickly darted to the clock, still sitting almost like an omen on ingo’s desk.
5:30.
shit.
attempting to put as much space between him and the other wall, emmet pressed himself against the door, gritting his teeth and grabbing for the doorknob.
( clearly ingo was having the same idea, twisting the doorknob on the other side and attempting to shove it open with all his weight. seeing as the two of them were pushing opposite ways with equal force, the door hardly budged, proving both of their attempts futile. perhaps the panic had not given either of them the idea to loosen their holds. )
“ emmet!? emmet, what is going on in there!? ”
( he couldn’t see anything; he could hear the noise of glass shattering and things violently being shoved and thrown around as if a windstorm had been let loose in his office, but the lack of response other than emmet’s hisses of pain and worried chirping from eelektross making their way through the crack in the door was nothing reassuring. )
it was a…like looking at a huge hole in the wall, swirling in the gap of the window frame. devoid of hue; a small void practically eating its way into the room, other than little flecks of color blurring past his vision. reds, blues, greens; he dug the heels of his slippers into the floor, praying he did not slip any closer.
thankfully the door was sturdy, and was capable of taking the force of emmet practically squishing himself against the frame like a startled wild animal, elektross carefully coiled around him to avoid the small specks of blood and glass dug into his back, while the swirling void only seemed to beckon them in, tearing through the room, knocking over papers and shelves, and only inching closer than comfortable.
eventually, it abruptly stopped.
just..like that.
while the broken window and the mess of furniture and papers remained, the cracks that dug their way into the walls disappeared. the swirling entity was gone in a fraction of a second. emmet did not even see it gradually disappear. he had simply blinked, and it had disappeared faster than it had ever been there.
eventually leaning off the door, he quickly staggered back as it practically flew open, a near horrified ingo flying through the doorway with his xtransceiver clutched in one hand, clearly milliseconds away from calling some sort of authorities, at best.
( ingo had backed up as far as he could down the hall before charging forward with his shoulder at the forefront, practically slamming into the door like a crazed tauros. with emmet relinquishing his end of the door stalemate, it had practically knocked off the hinge, swinging open fast enough it crashed into the adjacent wall. )
emmet was later getting ready than ingo that morning. having to sidetrack his usual routine to clean and patch the entire back of his upper torso, quickly shrugging off the whole scenario with a strained grin. he practically shooed ingo off to work, assuring him he would be fine and to just take the commute alone that morning. he’d catch up.
despite the scrunched-up face ingo made; the one he always made when he was concerned, the one where the corners of his lips would somehow turn even further down, he eventually complied, leaving with a sigh and a light flick on emmet’s forehead. a very clear “you should stay home for today” sort of gesture.
that, and a “we’re going to eventually talk about this” face. that, emmet dreaded, just a bit. mainly because his explanation would sound more like a messy cover-up than the truth, despite it being so.
but emmet was alright. fine, really, just a few scrapes and cuts to clean up and he would be all good. good as new!
( going through the work day with gauze and bandaids layered on and scraping against the fabric of his shirt was agony. never again. )
he did see the stranger, later in the day, on the doubles line again.
perhaps he was still distracted, by the morning happenings, as emmet surprisingly lost to the man, his hands resting behind his back, ( very lightly so, ) as he congratulated the other. the blonde haired man’s response was a light nod with a dip of his hat, and eventually, he fished in his pocket, seemingly holding another piece of paper in his hand, just as crumpled as the last.
emmet stared, quietly so, for a few moments, brows furrowed.
“ i am emmet. how did you know what was going to happen this morning? ”
the man shook his head, a refute of a response, before holding out the paper, an expectant stare resting on emmet’s hands. he wanted him to take it again, presumably.
tentatively, he accepted the note with a cautious gloved hand, attempting to smooth it out, refold it, then pocket it for later. looking back at the stranger, emmet could only stare for a few moments, nothing but the sound of the train itself moving on its way echoing through the cart.
as the stranger moved to walk past, presumably to move onto the next cart, emmet could not help but reach out, lightly grabbing the other man’s sleeve. while not angry, he certainly seemed startled, his head craning over his shoulder to stare back at the man in white.
“ i am emmet. please. at least inform me of your name before you leave, sir. ”
as much as he was supposed to stay stoic, professional; there was an edge of desperation to his tone.
people just don’t. show up and warn you of things like that. he wanted- no, needed, an explanation.
the stranger blinks; once, twice. emmet released his faint grip on the other’s arm, resting his hands behind his back once again in a nervous manner, almost apologetically. eventually, the man did speak up, pulling the worn red scarf down from around his mouth with a sigh.
“ ..volo. ”
“ volo? ”
“ my name is volo. goodbye for now, emmet treyne. ”
and with that, he left.
brows still furrowed, emmet glanced towards the overhead clock, fashioned at the front of the cart.
1:26 pm.
his lunch break was..
…four minutes from now.
he strongly doubted there would be any passengers making it this far in the next four minutes.
so, sitting down on one of the cart seats, he carefully removed the paper note from his pocket, delicately unfolding it to read the contents as the hums and clicks of the train gliding across the tracks filled the silence volo had left.
( not like the man made much noise that mechanical whirs would need to fill, anyways. )
by the time one thirty hit, he had finished reading, the note now stashed with the other in his pocket. he brushed past depot agent cameron perhaps a little too harshly, quickly wrenching around with a sputtered apology before continuing on his way to his office, each stride seeming longer and more rushed than the last.
the door practically swung open, ironically, and he quickly settled down, propping his head up with his elbows resting on his desk. a headache was already building up; a sparking, electrical pain at his temples, and he could not help but rest his head on the desk, hat sliding down and covering his face.
this was too much to palette for one day.
rubbing a thumb against the side of his temple in hopes to alleviate the pain, emmet sat there for a few moments in disoriented silence, occasionally pushing his hat upward to keep an eye on the door in case someone came knocking.
perhaps he should’ve taken ingo’s advice to stay home.
..no, that wouldn’t have been a good idea either. he wouldn’t have gotten the second paper tucked away in his pocket, and that was far too much a clue.
( that, and he was far too stubborn to admit he needed to rest, despite the quite obvious fact his body was not happy with him today. )
pain fires off in his head like fireworks, and he clenched a hand in a fistful of hair, shifting his hat to the side.
there was a rumble now reverberating through the office as if it was shaking it; definitely not from the trains, none ran that close to his office. he quickly sat up in alarm, rather roughly so, gritting his teeth at the movement.
an all too recently familiar sound of crackling glass echoed through the room, and emmet felt as if his heart had sunk into his chest like a frozen brick of ice, sending chills down his spine.
quickly sourcing the noise as above and not behind him, he half rolled, half fell off his chair, scrambling and scuttling to somewhat crawl underneath his desk, holding his arms over his head as if it was an earthquake.
a “space time distortion,” or whatever the paper had called it. emmet kept himself grounded by holding onto the legs of the desk, which, while slightly scooted around by the swirling winds created by the warp fixated on the ceiling of his office, did not leave the ground.
smaller things and papers were being thrown around wildly, though; he could see them, blurring past his vision alongside the little speckles of color in the brief moments he could catch from his small spot of safety.
there was the sound of something falling on his desk with a thump, then silence.
seeing as the racket had died down, emmet slowly inched his way out from under the desk, surveying the damage with a rattled exhale. grasping the armrests of his desk chair, he gradually hoisted himself up with a few grunts and huffs of effort, slumping into the chair with another deep sigh.
as it slowly spun around from his weight, seeing as he was clearly sitting the wrong way, eventually emmet noticed what had fallen on his desk, and his response was only another deep huff.
( though, now it was merely annoyance of anything. this was just making a mess. )
a scrap or two of black fabric, half buried in a clump of snow now scattered on his desk. and soaking his paperwork! no good at all!
..admittedly he was too tired to be particularly fuming. there were still pops and sparks building behind his eyes, the ones that made his vision blurry and his head feel heavy, so he quickly moved to brush most of the snow off his desk, stashing away the fabric scraps, ( out of mere curiosity, really, ) and slumping down further in his chair.
he was going to hate calling out early, but the further the break went on, the more the idea was entertained. the shallow wounds along his back were still sore, only agitated by all the rolling out of his chair and movement, and his headache was no better.
..arceus, he hated today already.
yea i dont have much to say to this
split tracks chapter two time !! i’m definitely trying to work out an update schedule and so far with my up and down motivation biweekly seems stable enough :]
check it out on ao3 if you prefer that!
or read below the cut!
general summary :
emmet goes home early; both in hopes of solving his headache, and solving the mystery behind the day’s happenings.
word count :
1,712.
he did, inevitably, check out early at the end of his break, as much as he hated the sentiment. nobody on staff seemed to dare ask why; both of the subway bosses hardly took off time, so any point in which they did take breaks for themselves was not to be questioned.
fumbling for his house keys, emmet slowly unlocked the front door, closing it behind him. hanging his coat and hat on the rack next to it, the man trudged himself straight to his room, pinching the bridge of his nose with a grimace.
putting away all his work things, he also made sure all the latches on his team’s pokeballs were open, so they could come and go as they pleased while he was fixated on what he needed to do, despite the still mounding headache.
quickly getting himself in an outfit more comfortable for around the house leisure, ( or as close to leisure as he could get, ) he picked up his laptop case from his nightstand, which was fondly covered in all sorts of gear station and bug-type stickers, before settling in a cross-legged position on his bed, the notes and fabric scraps carefully held in one hand.
archeops was one of the first to come trodding over out of intrigue, hoisting himself up onto the bed with his feathery claws and sticking his snout underneath emmet’s arm while staring up with wide, curious eyes.
emmet could not help but snort at that, briefly acknowledging the fossil pokemon with a scratch under the chin and a tilt of his head.
“ thank you for checking on me, archeops. i am doing something important right now. i ask you to keep your cab settled. ”
seeing as archeops’ response was to wriggle into a more comfortable position, still resting his head in place, emmet was quite sure the message got across.
opening his laptop with a hum, he unfolded the paper scraps, checking them both over a second time.
‘space-time distortions.’
so he had mixed up the name earlier. not too big of a sweat.
quickly entering the phrase into the search bar, idle hands made their way to scrolling, silver eyes skimming across the screen as emmet silently hoped something, just something , would shed more light on the subject than what paper scraps could.
clicking open one of the links, emmet leaned forward, squinting faintly at the screen. clearly copying the man’s behavior, archeops outstretched his neck, his snout resting on the corner of the keyboard.
something about “ultra wormholes,” now. how they were similar to.. whatever had torn up his and ingo’s offices.
..if this stranger just wanted to give him a worse migraine, goal achieved. at this point, even staring at the laptop screen had begun to hurt, firing off little pops and sparks behind his eyes. emmet pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep inhale, holding said breath, before letting out a sigh.
clicking on the screen reader with a scowl, emmet set the laptop on his nightstand, rolling over on his side and listening begrudgingly as a monotone voice began to drone the article out loud.
archeops snuggled his way up against emmet with a concerned chitter, and the silver-haired man simply responded with a hum.
“ ultra wormholes have been a recorded phenomenon in alola for centuries and still occur in modern time, unlike its ancient sinnohan counterpart, space-time distortions. distinct holes in space that lead to other dimensions entirely; through intensive research, it has been observed how pokemon manage to traverse them with ease, but have proven to have detrimental effects on the human body. ”
emmet could not help but tense at that, lips pressed shut in a thin line. even if it was a robotic, disembodied voice emitting from his laptop, and not something that could comprehend the bubbling stress and anticipation sitting in the back of his throat, there was still a silent indicator of a “ hurry up, ” practically spilling off the man in waves.
“ in recent influxes, people who have reportedly fallen through these aforementioned wormholes have suffered severe bouts of amnesia; that, at least, seems to have stayed universal between the two variants. in older times, it was rumored that one of ancient sinnoh’s wardens, and even the hero of hisui herself, had fallen from these spatial rifts, never to return to their home time. “
so if either of them had fallen in; emmet thought, with a mounding sort of dread in his throat, they would’ve been plunged to dragons knows where with no recollection. great to know. chills practically rolled down his spine as he shuffled to shut off the laptop; he had heard enough for now, and he was feeling no better
arm falling slack over the side of the bed, the silver-haired man lay still there for a few moments, eventually hoisting the stray limb back onto the bed and under the covers.
archeops had made himself cozy curled up on top of the blanket at emmet’s side, chittering and crooning with an occasional parroted “ safety checks! safety checks! “ in an attempt in echoing ingo’s voice.
oh.
right.
he had checked out early.
which meant he would be home alone for the next few hours.
drawing in an inhale, emmet buried his face in the pillow, with a long, exasperated sigh.
..it wouldn’t kill him to take a nap.
unfortunately for emmet, he apparently wasn’t allowed to have nice things anymore.
for one, his so-called ‘nap’ went on way longer than he would’ve preferred; there was no light coming through his bedroom window. considering the light switch was off as well, it was safe to say either ingo or one of his pokemon had shut it off.
two. his entire top half was freezing. and soaked. and there was a small weight on his chest; not a joltik, he would’ve been electrocuted by now. considering the tiny bits of something solid he was able to pick out in the dark, clinging to his hair, skin, shirt; it was snow.
another heap of half-melted snow.
balling his hands into fists, he shoved off the covers, grabbing whatever was rested on him with a loud string of half-coherent expressions of annoyance, storming across the room and flicking the switch on.
yep. more snow.
well, at least whatever distortion thing this time didn’t tear up his room.
now pausing to look at the object rather harshly grasped in his hand, he seemed to fumble with the thing for a few moments, squinting.
it resembled a pokeball, sure, but it seemed more…worn. old. weathered.
it was definitely empty; flicking open the latch, ( not a button, oddly enough, ) emmet was, in fact, able to confirm the thing was vacant. it didn’t have the same plastic and metal hand feel, though. the reddish half seemed slightly more weighted, as if carved from stone or rock, while what would’ve been the white half seemed almost wooden, indicated by texture, coloration, marbling; everything.
it was fascinating, quickly derailing his thoughts to examine such a thing in his hands, yet oh-so frustrating once his train of thought returned to the station. right. his bed was still soaked. so was he.
checking the time on his xtransciever, which was charging on his dresser, it read roughly 8:30.
alright. his head didn’t feel like there was a firework show setting off inside it anymore, so maybe it would be a good idea to report this whole…distortion situation to someone.
according to that article, there was a branch of the interpol that could handle that. the station in nimbasa wasn’t too far away; he considered it walking distance.
quickly changing out of his cold, drenched pajama shirt and bottoms into something more presentable, emmet grabbed his casual coat, pocketing the odd pokeball as well as archeops’ while walking and fitting his arms into the sleeves at the same time, leaving his room and making his way down the stairs.
the feathered pokemon in question, who had hopped his way to his little bed after the distortion had decided to drop a heap of snow into the room, quickly followed, returning to his pokeball once he had caught up with emmet.
( seeing as the kitchen light was on, ingo was likely in there, presumably having his evening tea. the tv was running in the background; some documentary, if he tuned in hard enough. ingo wasn’t much of a documentary person unless it was intriguing; he simply enjoyed the background noise. )
emmet never understood how he enjoyed that stuff.
the tea, that is.
ingo always liked his drinks sweet, so emmet only wrinkled his nose in contempt when he noticed the cup in his hurry down the stairs.
( the silver-haired man looked up from his mug, leaning against the counter with a hum. resting the cup down, he took a few steps in approach, raising a brow. )
“ emmet? where are you going at this hour? it is not exactly late, but i was told by cameron earlier that you were not feeling well, and you were asleep by the time i got home to ask how you were doing. ”
“ i am emmet. i am filing a report to interpol. i will be back in the next hour. i am verrry much fine. ”
emmet’s hand rested on the door handle, briefly, before quickly making his ‘escape’, leaving ingo very little room to question why.
( ingo was not stupid. the other’s rushed departure and lack of clarification was plenty of a clue. emmet did not lie often; he knew he hated doing such a thing, but withholding things masked behind vague words was something he apparently wasn’t opposed to. )
( plus, he had explained nothing about what had happened that morning. asking to check his office, slamming the door shut, and walking out like a hurricane had shredded through the room with bits of glass and debris digging into his skin like nails. )
( emmet was a bad liar, but he was worse at making what he was doing seem insignificant. grabbing his coat, keys, xtransciever, and chandelure’s pokeball, ingo turned to follow; in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly not intent on being left in the dark. both literally and figuratively; it was dark outside. )
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silently answering the question, emmet pointed to one eye, winking, before pointing to ingo's face.
“ ..my eye? ”
a nod.
“ is there something wrong with my eye? ”
another nod. emmet quickly fished his xtransceiver out of his pocket; turning on the camera, he held the device between the two of them, gesturing for ingo to lean over and look.
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general summary :
ingo finds many things question worthy while trying to follow his brother.
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1,707.
( in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly intent on not being left in the dark. )
to the passerby folk, seeing the sight that was subway boss ingo striding down the sidewalk with the motivation of an irritated tauros, yet looking as if he had just hardly rolled out of bed, was an odd sight, but everyone kept their comments to themselves.
it was nimbasa city, anyways. there was hardly anything you could consider a normal sight.
further up ahead, with emmet walking with roughly the same amount of resolve, nobody bothered question that either.
and to the much fewer who had put together the two were in a tense pursuit of one another, it raised mild flags, but it was rightfully not their buisness to interfere.
( for it being somewhat late in the evening, the streets were hardly close to empty. ingo noted that with a silent huff, weaving in and out of groups of strangers and somewhat familar passengers alike with an apology and polite tip of his hat; like he always did. )
( though perhaps falling into work habits now of all times, especially when this was now family buisness, at least to him, was to mask the concern sitting in his chest, like an uncomfortable, shifting weight. )
( something about today in general frankly disturbed him, even if it was just a little bit, and he certainly did not appreciate the lack of context he was being given. )
( that, and he was worried. )
( rounding another corner, he nearly crashed face first into another man; ) who, clearly, was much more attentive then he was, and swerved out of the way with a mild look of surprise.
( while ingo quickly turned to sputter out an apology, ) the blonde haired man shook his head with a soft laugh.
“ hey, hey- don't worry about it. no hard feelings. ”
blinking a few times, the other man seemed to stare for a few moments, as if he was practically studying his expression, before nodding, snapping his fingers.
“ ah- you're subway boss ingo, right?”
“ yes, that would be me. although it seems you've caught me off my usual tracks. ”
( haftheartedly gesturing to the fact he was not in uniform, ) the blonde haired stranger nodded, eventually holding out one hand with a hum.
“ well it's a pleasure to meet you, off duty, mr. ingo. my name's volo. i don't think i've had the pleasure of taking the battle subway very often, i've stopped on the doubles lines a few times. ”
( ingo held his hand out as well , accepting the polite gesture of a handshake with a nod. ) eventually volo drew his hand back, craning his head while clearly rummaging through his pockets for something.
eventually procuring a light blue post it note, neatly folded up in half, then in half again the other way, he handed the paper to ingo, ( who took it from his hand tentatively with a puzzled tilt of his head. before he could even unfold it, ) volo chimed in, a now oddly chipper tone to his voice in comparison to before.
“ well, i don't mean to hold you up, seeing as you're clearly in a rush, but would you mind passing this on to your brother for me when you see him next? i meant to give it to him tommorow, but this just seems all too coincidental to not take the oppurtunity, hah. ”
( while still admittedly offput by the other's switch in demeanor, ingo did eventually respond with a firm nod. )
and with that, volo practically dissapeared into the crowd with a simple wave goodbye.
( blinking a few times, ingo did eye the paper a few times over, baffled as to what someone could need to tell emmet so soon, yet feel the need to use post it notes instead of, what-- a text or email, but it wasn't his buisness. he'd give it to him at the station, as promised. )
( ..then again, he never distinctly promised anything. )
( no, no, no, you are not opening that letter, ingo treyne-- the man scolded himself practically like a toddler, stuffing the note in his jacket pocket and continuing on his way. )
( trodding right through the interpol station doorway, ingo quickly swept over the 'waiting' sort of area, eventually spotting emmet amongst the rather quiet room. )
the man was sitting half hunched over in a chair with his head rested on his hands; he kept bouncing his knee; the source of the constant “tap tap tap” echoing through the room, and his mouth did not move once, ( not even when ingo walked over and sat down beside him. )
“ emmet? are you ok? ”
tap. tap. tap.
“ you haven't informed me of anything that happened today, emmet. i'm concerned. ”
tap. tap. tap.
“ are you upset with me, or is right now just not a talking time? i don't need you to speak to me, emmet, but- ”
taptaptaptaptaptap--
still staring at the ground, a repeated clicking sound still eminating from the heel of his shoe hitting the floor, emmet held up one hand, then what one could read as a peace sign.
two fingers; that meant the latter.
( ingo could not help but sigh in relief. )
” that works. is it alright if we communicate like this until you've done what you need to do here, or until you're ok to talk? “
emmet's two fingered gesture then changed to a thumbs up.
” alright. how are you feeling right now? “
a thumbs up quickly shifted to a thumb's down.
“ ..is it related to what happened this morning? “
back to a thumb's up.
“ did you know something was going to happen today? ”
while he seemed uncertain, his hand stayed in a thumbs up.
“ how? ”
no response.
“ ah - no, that's too broad of a question. did someone tell you, or did you know on your own? ”
one finger. that meant the former.
“ were they on the doubles line today? ”
( ingo began to search his pockets for the note, ) while emmet's gesture of choice changes to a thumb's up.
( he carefully retrieved the pale blue slip of paper, showing it to the man sitting beside him; ) as emmet's expression turned from that of a frustrated look to just stunned, ( ingo had a solid idea on what to ask next. )
“ did they write on post it notes and go by the name volo? ”
emmet practically nabbed the paper right from his hands without responding.
( while ingo was surprised by such a reaction of all things, he did not react or make any sort of comment, simply watching with a raised brow. )
eventually after skimming the contents, emmet quickly folded the note and stashed it away; glancing back to ingo, almost apologetically, at first, before his face seemed to twist into a more confused look.
( as ingo stared back, initially in understanding, he eventually looked equally puzzled, craning his head. )
silently answering the equally silent question, emmet pointed to one eye, winking, before pointing to ingo's face.
” ..huh? is there something on my face ? “
he shook his head. slightly more aggressive with the gesture, emmet nearly poked ingo in the eye, trying to get his point across with a huff.
” is there something wrong with my eye? “
a nod. emmet quickly fished his xtransceiver out of his pocket; turning on the camera, he held the device between the two of them, gesturing for ingo to lean over and look.
seeing the worry cross ingo's face at his own reflection, emmet's brows furrowed. eventually the man cleared his throat, making an attempt at voicing his concerns before being cut off.
“ mr. emmet treyne? there's an officer availible to take your case, now. ”
the man at the front desk spoke up, in the direction of the twins; emmet nearly shot out of his chair like a misfired rocket, stuffing the paper note as well as his xtrans back in his pocket, before briefly turning to ingo.
“ will explain later. promise. “
( another thing, ingo could note about his brother; he despised breaking promises nearly as much as he hated lying. )
( so a nod in response was all he needed to do to show he understood. )
( ultimately, ingo chose to hang around in the waiting room. )
( frankly, he was rather sure he should see a doctor; human pupils were not supposed to change shape, especially something as jagged as a triangle of all things. )
( while he did have to admit it looked quite cool-- it still was a pressing matter! )
( snapping him out of his thoughts, his xtrans buzzed a few times over. drawing it from his pocket, he skimmed the messages, noting they were from emmet. )
em 🚊 || 9:17pm
hello
do you know who is on overnight security duty at the station tonight
there is something the officers want to take a look at
( something that urgent had happened at the station as well? ingo could not help but bite down on his tongue. he knew emmet had left early due to a headache, according to what he had been told; but that was it. )
ingo || 9:18pm
Jackie always covers the night shifts. They’ll be there regardless. I believe Cameron is there as well tonight.
Why do you ask?
em 🚊 || 9:20pm
security cams
there is something important on the securities cams
verrry important
could you contact them and let them know we will be making an unexpected stop there they don’t get too caught off guard
more for cameron then jackie
ingo || 9:22pm
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( … )
( right. he had promised. promised to explain everything later. )
( with that, ingo excused himself outside of the building with a hum, dialing to make a call. )