[Maxie isn't easily fazed anymore; the possession had ensured that. Steel yourself against it and maybe it won't steal you. Terrible, terrible wordplay. But in the end it works. Keep yourself closed off and nothing else gets in, and avoid the quiet spots where your mind goes blank. Good advice on good days
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[It's a good idea to be wary, Maxie. Under these circumstances, you can never know if Red's human part is in control or not. He stays still for a while.
Minutes pass. Red moves - Not much, some shuddering and twitching - and then he uses his voice. The sound is nothing more than a low moan. He's waking up.
Eventually, his eyes open and he looks around the clearing, failing to notice the man standing there. He's too preoccupied with the bodies around him - evidence of his crime. He lets out a small, choked noise, some mix of a sob, a horrified gasp, and a pained moan.]
[Maxie knows how it goes - when a person comes to surrounded by bodies and wreckage and god only knows what else...it's best to give them some space. Let them figure out what's going on. See if they want to get aggression out. It took him days to get Groudon's influence out of his system enough to function without wanting to rip throats out.
So even if he doesn't know what happened here, he has some idea of how it goes.
That noise, however, is a vaguely promising one. Non-aggressive. Remorseful. The implications are terrible, but. Technicalities.]
You. Boy.
[His voice is calm when he speaks - oddly so, as things have been going nowadays, but this one doesn't need to know that. There's an authoritative edge to it, but more the sort that might come from someone that knows what they're doing rather than the sort that tries to assert dominance. More to get his attention than anything, really.]
[Red's face snaps to look at Maxie. The look in his face is wild, full of guilt, manic grief, utter terror, and self-loathing. The terror was already there, before he saw Maxie.
As the face registers in Red's head, he realizes it looks vaguely familiar - probably someone who used to exist in his world. Someone he killed. This revelation will bring a renewed feeling of guilt, and provoke another sob-like guilty pain noise.
Give him a moment to get through his guilt trip, and you have his attention.]
[ clair, having decided to take a pleasant stroll- she was so thankful that the manor appeared in the forest!- couldn't help but wander into the clearing. where she'd previously been humming a cheerful tune, her expression quickly darkens and she hurries her hands over her mouth and nose in an attempt to block out the heavy stench of death.
she takes a step backwards, obviously intending to run, when she spots the bloodied boy. steeling her nerves, clair sidles slowly and carefully through the pokemon corpses, eventually kneeling beside him. she extends a hand ... rather, a finger to poke him. while she realizes the gravity of the situation, clair never was one for common sense. ]
[He doesn't move, but he does groan a little. He's alive, and in pain. After some few minutes pass, he'll look up, eyes opening. He looks around, and makes a choked noise somewhere between a cry of pain and a sob of grief.
And then he notices Clair. He's only staring right now, his mind is numb with pain and terror. His eyes shut tight for a moment while he shakes his head, trying to clear it.]
[ she notes the wound, shuddering a bit. clair retracts her finger- rather, she unfurls her fingers to rest her palm on the boy's forehead. ]
It's alright. You don't have to be afraid. You're ... hurt, but you're alive! How lucky!
[ she offers a reassuring smile, though she shake her uneasiness. ]
[ ooc: o hi. :D clair's pretty sensitive to the paranormal- do you think it'd be alright for her to 'sense' Ghost/some sort of spooky evilness? figured i'd ask before steppin' on your toes! ]
... Don't... Don't deserve to be alive... [He's got some pretty deep depression here. He's still shaking, whatever happened to him was obviously bad. He also looks pretty scared for having only been conscious for about a minute and a half.]
Gold was having a pleasent walk until he sees the dead pokemon which freaked him out and trying to surpress those nightmares. As he struggles to regain himself,Gold sees Red and realizing that he needs help.
"H-Hey! Wake up!" He shakes Red and frantically in a panic.
[Red stiffens and groans, that seriously hurts. His eyes open... He looks at the bodies around him, the evidence of his crime, and lets out a sound like a cross between a horrified moan and a terrified sob.]
Gold was quite worried about this mysterious trainer yet he tries to calm him down as much as possible. "W-Well whatever it was...it's not here.Are you hurt?"
[Hurt. Is he hurt. How is he even supposed to tell? He's assuming that he is, just from the fact that the pain in his stomach isn't getting any better. Nodding slowly.]
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Minutes pass. Red moves - Not much, some shuddering and twitching - and then he uses his voice. The sound is nothing more than a low moan. He's waking up.
Eventually, his eyes open and he looks around the clearing, failing to notice the man standing there. He's too preoccupied with the bodies around him - evidence of his crime. He lets out a small, choked noise, some mix of a sob, a horrified gasp, and a pained moan.]
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So even if he doesn't know what happened here, he has some idea of how it goes.
That noise, however, is a vaguely promising one. Non-aggressive. Remorseful. The implications are terrible, but. Technicalities.]
You. Boy.
[His voice is calm when he speaks - oddly so, as things have been going nowadays, but this one doesn't need to know that. There's an authoritative edge to it, but more the sort that might come from someone that knows what they're doing rather than the sort that tries to assert dominance. More to get his attention than anything, really.]
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As the face registers in Red's head, he realizes it looks vaguely familiar - probably someone who used to exist in his world. Someone he killed. This revelation will bring a renewed feeling of guilt, and provoke another sob-like guilty pain noise.
Give him a moment to get through his guilt trip, and you have his attention.]
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she takes a step backwards, obviously intending to run, when she spots the bloodied boy. steeling her nerves, clair sidles slowly and carefully through the pokemon corpses, eventually kneeling beside him. she extends a hand ... rather, a finger to poke him. while she realizes the gravity of the situation, clair never was one for common sense. ]
Are you- ... Uhm.
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And then he notices Clair. He's only staring right now, his mind is numb with pain and terror. His eyes shut tight for a moment while he shakes his head, trying to clear it.]
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It's alright. You don't have to be afraid. You're ... hurt, but you're alive! How lucky!
[ she offers a reassuring smile, though she shake her uneasiness. ]
[ ooc: o hi. :D clair's pretty sensitive to the paranormal- do you think it'd be alright for her to 'sense' Ghost/some sort of spooky evilness? figured i'd ask before steppin' on your toes! ]
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((OOC: That's perfectly ok!))
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"H-Hey! Wake up!" He shakes Red and frantically in a panic.
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[Hurt. Is he hurt. How is he even supposed to tell? He's assuming that he is, just from the fact that the pain in his stomach isn't getting any better. Nodding slowly.]
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