Day 6: Gen, Coleane, Blue and Charizard
Phoenixsong
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So. Two sets of disappearances at once, one of them one of the cops and her manectric. Possibly the best part was how now they were having to call on freaking guests, most of them kids his age for crying out loud, to step up their security. Blue was half considering volunteering himself, assuming Charizard and Gyarados were up for it—at least it'd mean someone from the probably-hopefully-please-completely-trustworthy group would be keeping an eye on things, as opposed to just people from the group that was either suspicious or had been voted most likely to get got. Also it'd give him something to do that wasn't "sit in a restaurant booth doing nothing besides feeling approximately twenty-seven different kinds of helpless".
Charizard had seemed amenable to the idea when he'd floated it, at least. He'd been restless ever since his conversation with the hypno the other day; as best Blue could tell, he'd come away from that little chat with more questions than answers. (Then again, what else was new?) The dragon's tailflame was flickering erratically the way it did when he was troubled, guttering low for a period, sparking and flaring when something occurred to him, dwindling again when those new thoughts only served to loop everything back around to complicated. His folded wings twitched every now and again, itching to get back into the air, to go, to do, something, anything.
"We'll figure something out," Blue said, to himself as well as to Charizard. "Probably best we don't rush into things, though, right? Take advantage of some quiet time to weigh the options, come up with a plan of attack so we know we've got something concrete to start with—as concrete as shit ever gets on Terribad Island, anyway—then see how Gyarados feels about it and if he's got any ideas. Maybe even, I dunno..." He glanced at the pokégear he'd set on the table. "Maybe there's someone else from the Trousselin who'd be willing to pull some of the weight, too, so it's not just us alone. Like that lady with the fuckoff huge noivern, or the talking tropius. Somebody, I dunno." Not that he fancied making more "friends" after the way his last few introductions had gone, after the way nobody seemed inclined to shut up about someone who wasn't even fucking here. But he wasn't inclined to become the latest sad statistic, so needs must, he supposed.
"Just try and finish your lunch for now, yeah?" He gestured to the charizard-portion plate in front of his friend, most of which was still covered in food. "Better than trying to figure all this crap out on an empty stomach." Charizard snorted and pointed to Blue's own plate and the burger with all of two bites taken out of it; Blue rolled his eyes. "Right, right, okay, Daisy, point taken." He wasn't sure he was that hungry, either, truth be told, but he'd take his own advice and soldier through it. At least until another distraction or problem or something inevitably rolled on up, because that was just how things worked on Terribad Island.
Charizard had seemed amenable to the idea when he'd floated it, at least. He'd been restless ever since his conversation with the hypno the other day; as best Blue could tell, he'd come away from that little chat with more questions than answers. (Then again, what else was new?) The dragon's tailflame was flickering erratically the way it did when he was troubled, guttering low for a period, sparking and flaring when something occurred to him, dwindling again when those new thoughts only served to loop everything back around to complicated. His folded wings twitched every now and again, itching to get back into the air, to go, to do, something, anything.
"We'll figure something out," Blue said, to himself as well as to Charizard. "Probably best we don't rush into things, though, right? Take advantage of some quiet time to weigh the options, come up with a plan of attack so we know we've got something concrete to start with—as concrete as shit ever gets on Terribad Island, anyway—then see how Gyarados feels about it and if he's got any ideas. Maybe even, I dunno..." He glanced at the pokégear he'd set on the table. "Maybe there's someone else from the Trousselin who'd be willing to pull some of the weight, too, so it's not just us alone. Like that lady with the fuckoff huge noivern, or the talking tropius. Somebody, I dunno." Not that he fancied making more "friends" after the way his last few introductions had gone, after the way nobody seemed inclined to shut up about someone who wasn't even fucking here. But he wasn't inclined to become the latest sad statistic, so needs must, he supposed.
"Just try and finish your lunch for now, yeah?" He gestured to the charizard-portion plate in front of his friend, most of which was still covered in food. "Better than trying to figure all this crap out on an empty stomach." Charizard snorted and pointed to Blue's own plate and the burger with all of two bites taken out of it; Blue rolled his eyes. "Right, right, okay, Daisy, point taken." He wasn't sure he was that hungry, either, truth be told, but he'd take his own advice and soldier through it. At least until another distraction or problem or something inevitably rolled on up, because that was just how things worked on Terribad Island.