{he will be tripped up the next morning or whatever)
Leon was passing by and noticed Blacky muttering something to herself and looking pretty shooken up. Of course, she's a psychologist so she probably would already tell if something is wrong with her, but he stuck nearby just in case, but didn't know if this was a proper moment to say hello.
Make of the situation of what you trippin' will, Blacky!
Re: Open you say?umbreon_blackyJuly 2 2010, 17:32:03 UTC
Blacky kept her eyes closed for a few moments, until her trainer scoffed and jabbed her in the arm. "Take a look at that, would you?"
She did as she was told, glancing over to the man standing there. The man with a red gem on his forehead and spiky blue hair. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat.
"You're alive," she croaked, working up the willpower to at least sit up. "You are alive, I knew it! Why didn't you tell me you were here?!"
Uxie might just laugh until his little lungs collapsed, at this rate. It was cruel. It was horrible. It was selfish. But goodness... it was awfully delicious. Not only was Uxie dealing a solid blow to Cyrus and his irksome little ego, but he got the one thing he most craved -- knowledge. A delightfully easy look into the minds of others when they were confronted with the things they tried hardest to conceal.
Well... into most minds, anyway. Some were lucky enough to have that irksome immunity. Like the lady lying just over yonder. Perhaps he'd have to get his information in a slightly more roundabout way. So Uxie drifted over, dangling in the air above Blacky's face, hands folded behind his back and head tilted inquisitively.
At some point a Butterfree started hovering around her. That was how Blacky saw it, anyway. Light fromm non-existent sources reflected off its shimmering wings, giving off colours she hadn't been able to see since she traded bodies - and eyes - with Flint. It was beautiful. She slowly reached up with one hand, hoping some of the powder would rub off its wings and coat her with the same shining rainbow.
"Don't touch it," her trainer snapped. "You're so weak to anything, but a bug type will kill you."
He studied that hand as it approached and withdrew, a polite smile on his face. "Ah... I'm sorry. Am I bothering you, Blacky? You just looked so terribly sad... something's wrong, isn't it?"
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Leon was passing by and noticed Blacky muttering something to herself and looking pretty shooken up. Of course, she's a psychologist so she probably would already tell if something is wrong with her, but he stuck nearby just in case, but didn't know if this was a proper moment to say hello.
Make of the situation of what you trippin' will, Blacky!
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She did as she was told, glancing over to the man standing there. The man with a red gem on his forehead and spiky blue hair. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat.
"You're alive," she croaked, working up the willpower to at least sit up. "You are alive, I knew it! Why didn't you tell me you were here?!"
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Leon just assumed Blacky meant Falco and left the alive part at that. He held a hand out to help her up.
"I would have, but felt like I would be intruding on your personal space. You're not the most easily-readable book in this place, you know!"
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This was just too good.
Uxie might just laugh until his little lungs collapsed, at this rate. It was cruel. It was horrible. It was selfish. But goodness... it was awfully delicious. Not only was Uxie dealing a solid blow to Cyrus and his irksome little ego, but he got the one thing he most craved -- knowledge. A delightfully easy look into the minds of others when they were confronted with the things they tried hardest to conceal.
Well... into most minds, anyway. Some were lucky enough to have that irksome immunity. Like the lady lying just over yonder. Perhaps he'd have to get his information in a slightly more roundabout way. So Uxie drifted over, dangling in the air above Blacky's face, hands folded behind his back and head tilted inquisitively.
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"Don't touch it," her trainer snapped. "You're so weak to anything, but a bug type will kill you."
She immediately retracted her hand.
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He stared at her, completely at a loss. "... Huh?"
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