009 || video//action for Goldenrod; [Fourth Wall]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[... Valmont's been gone a long time. This is worrying. Might as well publically ask about it.]

I'm looking for a certain jerk: White hair, prominent nose, British accent, usually wears a green suit. He isn't responding to any of my texts and, as my roommate, he owes me rent money. It's been about two days now, I think.

... I do not like being cheated out of my money. If you've seen his stupid ass, let me know or send him on his way here so I can punch his face.

[Yeah. That oughta do. ... It's not like he cares about him, b-baka.]


[OOC: Raikov's puttering around Goldenrod City, half out of curiousity, and half out of semi-searching for Valmont. Feel free to harass him.]

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[video; a day later]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ When Valmont finally wakes up, it's in a cot in an unfamiliar room, with some pink-haired woman fussing over him. It takes him a minute to realize that he's in a Pokémon Center - which one, he couldn't say. Now how did he get here? Because the last thing he remembers is...

...What is the last thing he remembers? It's all gone fuzzy. He remembers a lot of explosions, and a feeling of absolute joy, which may or may not have been related to the explosions, and -

And the feeling of his own neck snapping. It comes back to him in a sudden, sobering rush. The boy with the hellbird utterly humiliating him, stealing the talismans, eventually killing him like it was nothing - the talismans! He quickly pats himself down, confirming his suspicions: they're gone. Well. Even if the boy hadn't taken them, Francis did say they'd disappear on their own in a few days anyway. Has it been a few days? How long was he out? And why doesn't he feel particularly dead?

Unable to come up with any satisfactory answers to these questions, he takes to messing with his PokéGear, idly watching his missed messages. As usual, there's nothing of interest... until he comes upon one featuring a very pissed-off Russian. For a second he feels a strange warmth in what passes for his heart (Ivan cared enough to ask about him?), but it's quickly replaced by annoyance at the description of himself and a looming dread at the prospect of facing Raikov's temper.

Still, he figures he'd probably better reply. ]

My nose isn't that prominent.

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[ortion]

[Because clearly these two need to actually meet in person.

Dist is fairly sure he's making some kind of mistake by venturing out of the base during all this chaos, but he was feeling oddly stifled in there and needed to go out and get some fresh air. Besides, maybe he can use the time to go on a flower run. There should probably be a shipment of nice holiday bouquets showing up soon...

Oh, now here's a face he wasn't expecting to run into in the thick of all these crowds! In fact, it's been a while since he's seen Raikov, but he doesn't forget a person who gets on his good side.]

Fancy seeing you here. [He'll offer a half-wave to further get Raikov's attention.] Are you actually a crowd person or did you get trapped in all this nonsense?