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hintcoinplz[Luke's pretty sick of being sick. After a month's worth of feeling like he had the worst flu ever, growing horns and electrical powers, watching the Centers and some of the Gyms get destroyed, it's been a pretty hectic month. After his powers were gone, he found himself bedridden again and feeling even worse then he did when he got this strange illness.
Luckily the horns were starting to shrink, and his skin was turning back to its usual color. So at least he didn't have to spend the rest of his life in Johto looking like some kind of mutated Pikachu.
A scratching at the door wakes him up from his nap on the couch, and he wraps the blanket around himself and walks over to answer it. What he sees are three familiar Pokemon:
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Eh? Alice, what are you doing here? I thought big Luke...
[And then he looks down, seeing the sad looks on the Pokemon's face. His stomach sinks, trying to think of what could've happened. Something was wrong.
Luke turns back and dashes for his Pokegear, picking it up and dialing Clive directly.]
Big Luke! I found your Pokemon here! If you've ran away again, I swear I'll-
Number not found.
[Luke stops, staring at the message on the Pokegear, before trying to dial the number again. There's a painful tightening in his chest. Maybe it was a mistake?]
Number not found.
Number not found. Number not found. Number not found. Number not-
[The Pokegear is snapped closed, before he later notices the letter addressed to him on the table from Clive. As soon as he reads it, the letter confirms all of his fears.
Big Luke had finally gone home. After it finally sinks in, Luke sets the letter down and starts wiping at his eyes.
About a couple hours later, Luke will send out a message on the Pokegear. There's no hiding the hurt and anger in his voice, as much as he tries to sound like nothing's wrong. He knew it was silly being upset that your older self was gone, and he knew he'd see him when he got back home, but...
He didn't want to lose his big brother. He wanted him to stay here.]
Big Luke is gone, for anyone who knew him.
...As soon as I'm not sick anymore, I'm going to go traveling again.
Luckily the horns were starting to shrink, and his skin was turning back to its usual color. So at least he didn't have to spend the rest of his life in Johto looking like some kind of mutated Pikachu.
A scratching at the door wakes him up from his nap on the couch, and he wraps the blanket around himself and walks over to answer it. What he sees are three familiar Pokemon:
]Eh? Alice, what are you doing here? I thought big Luke...
[And then he looks down, seeing the sad looks on the Pokemon's face. His stomach sinks, trying to think of what could've happened. Something was wrong.
Luke turns back and dashes for his Pokegear, picking it up and dialing Clive directly.]
Big Luke! I found your Pokemon here! If you've ran away again, I swear I'll-
Number not found.
[Luke stops, staring at the message on the Pokegear, before trying to dial the number again. There's a painful tightening in his chest. Maybe it was a mistake?]
Number not found.
Number not found. Number not found. Number not found. Number not-
[The Pokegear is snapped closed, before he later notices the letter addressed to him on the table from Clive. As soon as he reads it, the letter confirms all of his fears.
Big Luke had finally gone home. After it finally sinks in, Luke sets the letter down and starts wiping at his eyes.
About a couple hours later, Luke will send out a message on the Pokegear. There's no hiding the hurt and anger in his voice, as much as he tries to sound like nothing's wrong. He knew it was silly being upset that your older self was gone, and he knew he'd see him when he got back home, but...
He didn't want to lose his big brother. He wanted him to stay here.]
Big Luke is gone, for anyone who knew him.
...As soon as I'm not sick anymore, I'm going to go traveling again.
[Video]
Date: 2012-07-31 07:27 pm (UTC)What can be seen is rather pensive, however, and when he speaks his voice is curt, but there's none of the usual mocking tone behind it.]
Should I assume you received one of those letters as well?
Re: [Video]
Date: 2012-07-31 07:31 pm (UTC)Yeah...
Did you get one?
[He's not entirely sure why big Luke would be sending out letters to Descole, but...]
[Video]
Date: 2012-07-31 07:47 pm (UTC)Indeed. We met shortly after I arrived here; he seemed to want to let the past lie. Since he was one of the few that had come here from London - as we know it, anyway - it was obviously better that I should take the offer.
[Video]
Date: 2012-08-01 07:38 pm (UTC)Maybe little Luke should take note.]
What did he say to you?
[Video]
Date: 2012-08-01 08:57 pm (UTC)He gave me basic information about the world - the creatures, challenging the gyms, travel, what may or may not have happened to my swords, things of that nature. I asked him for his name; when I got that, I asked him why he was bothering. He said enough time had passed that he was willing to let bygones be bygones.
...of course, he also said that he imagined the others of you here would give me enough trouble as it was, and so there was no need to dogpile.
[...he actually seems more amused than annoyed by that last part, though.]
[Video]
Date: 2012-08-02 08:09 pm (UTC)He swallows, feeling like this was the hardest thing he was ever going to have to do in his life. I mean really, having to be civil and mature, what's up with that?]
W-well if my older self was willing to let bygones be bygones...
[MOST PAINFUL PAUSE EVER. This hurts so much Descole you don't even know.]
...then maybe we ought to do the same.
[voice]
Date: 2012-08-01 02:43 am (UTC)You're sick? You're not totally alone, too, are you?
[voice]
Date: 2012-08-01 07:05 pm (UTC)[voice]
Date: 2012-08-02 03:04 am (UTC)[voice]
Date: 2012-08-02 08:04 pm (UTC)[voice]
Date: 2012-08-04 04:50 pm (UTC)[voice]
Date: 2012-08-14 04:23 am (UTC)[voice]
Date: 2012-08-14 04:33 am (UTC)Re: [voice]
Date: 2012-08-14 04:36 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2012-08-01 03:48 am (UTC)Once they'd gotten there (very quickly, too; the Steelix was speedy!), she'd knocked firmly on the door, Luvdisc in hand. It just didn't seem right to go barging in today, especially if her worst suspiciouns were about to be confirmed.]]
Hello? Professor? Luke?
[action]
Date: 2012-08-01 05:43 pm (UTC)H-hi Emmy.
[action]
Date: 2012-08-02 07:24 pm (UTC)Hi Luke! I just thought I'd...pop around and see....
[[......sigh]]
...I take it you got some new Pokemon too?
[action]
Date: 2012-08-02 08:10 pm (UTC)[And boy does he look really sad about it.]
[action]
Date: 2012-08-05 03:46 am (UTC)Mind if I come in? I think we could use a cup of tea.
[action]
Date: 2012-08-14 04:22 am (UTC)O-of course. It's your house too, Emmy.