[Holy shit those are a lot of little weird colourful monsters. Crow's not a caveman, he knows what Pokemon ARE....but has he ever played one? Has he ever seen the show?
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Maybe the other one at some point, but for now...this takes priority.]
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I got a ticket in my mailbox with the Retrospec logo on it? It's got a really long number and then something about "to communicate and link with your friends."
[An hour he'd been lying awake like this, trying to piece together just what his brain has been sending fragments of this whole time.
"Just your typical run-of-the-mill sob story"
"It'll be all over soon."
"Go finish your speech in hell."
That last one had been the newest, the freshest. And it's the one that has Crow staring at the ceiling in a cold sweat, the sound of the gunshot as clear as day and still echoing in his skull. The worst part was...it was his voice. His voice was saying all these things--with a tone that seemed void of all life, like bitterness had overtaken him and extinguished the jovial tone he'd noticed his memories having.
What did it mean? Something holds him back from asking Elliot or Rean. As if...he's afraid to know the answer.
So instead, he'll text them, hoping they're both still up for a nice distraction.]
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[Pachinko lay curled up by his side, practically attached to him with a soft purr as a form of comfort. He couldn't know what was causing his human this nervous energy, but some purrs should do the trick.]
[Elliot is awake, partly because he's used to staying up late to work on music and partly because oh boy is the city being on fire bad for him to get any sleep.
At least he's calm down enough to actually pay attention to his phone, but still. What is sleep this month.]
There's a number of things that have Rean up and active an hour and a half before he'd usually be. First is that he simply didn't sleep well the night prior – he'd hoped maybe he'd sleep better with it being his first time back in his own bed in three weeks, but instead he found himself tossing and turning, missing Pachinko's weight on him and the sounds of Crow moving around upstairs.
Second is the dream he just had – no, not a dream, a memory. That face is still too seared into his mind to have been a simple dream. An imposing man with shoulder-length hair and a piercing gaze, warning Rean and his class of "turbulent times to come..."
And then chest pains.
It's not the first time he's felt pain in his chest related to a memory. He remembers it from fighting off that suit of armor with Crow, too, although at the time he'd dismissed it as being injured from the fight. This, though? There was no easy way to dismiss it.
In fact, it's still aching a little when he gets up and starts getting ready for the day, but it's more of a phantom pain now than anything. He's nervous, but trying to just go about his normal routine and see if it eases up before he starts panicking—
The whole "don't panic" plan gets dashed straight to hell the minute he catches a glimpse of his torso in the mirror. The scar from last month's bullet wound is something he's started to grow used to, but this? This is new, and frightening.
Giving up on the whole morning routine plan for the time being, Rean slinks over to his desk chair and falls heavily into it, numbly reaching out for his phone and tapping out a message to the group.]
Uh, hey. Weird question
Do either of you happen to remember me having a scar?
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A voice...his voice echoes in his head, as the memory flushes back. He can see it as clear as day, him sitting at the seat of what he can only guess is Ordine, looking out over the entirety of Class VII. Rean in Valimar.
"Crow...Crow is that really you in there??!" Rean's voice echoes, the growing pain in his voice enough to make that heart wrench.
"Sure am, Long time no see, Rean..." his own voice answers, with a snide tone that even he couldn't see himself voicing to someone he'd called a friend. "Or not too long, I guess, seeing as we just had dinner last night..."
Crow had been just getting home, only having set his bag down before moving to the couch, gripping his head. The memory was so clear you could swear he'd been whisked away to that moment. It wasn't a dream like some of the others had been, and it didn't feel nearly as distant.
Rean...what did he DO to you...?
"It makes me sad to almost leave it behind... But at the end of the day, I'm C, that's the real deal.
The Crow Armbrust you've known all this time wasn't real. He never was."
He wasn't real. All those things that lined up with Rean, all those memories of having fun with Elliot and the other members of Class VII. All fake. It's a lot harder to take in now, when you've thought that your personality this whole time had just carried over to this life. Naturally attaching himself to Elliot, to Rean...picking up where he left off in one life time to continue in the next.
But that was just a fool's dream, wasn't it?
He was connecting with his fake self. When all along he'd been a backstabbing con artist. To hear Rean's voice like that and to hear his own talk like Rean was nothing but an insect on his shoe...
What happens now?
Can he even trust his feelings in this life? Do...Rean and Elliot already know this?
"LIKE HELL HE ISN'T!!!" Rean's voice echoes, almost shaking him out of that spiral. The voice was hurt, beyond anything he'd ever wanted to hear come out of Rean's mouth, but he listens.
"All the good times we had? Your friendship with Towa, Angelica, and George? YOU SERIOUSLY WANT ME TO BELIEVE THAT ALL OF THAT WAS JUST A LIE?! That our hanging out, our field studies, even our concert meant NOTHING to you?!"
The silence was thick, and Crow desperately throws himself onto the touch clutching his head, not wanting to hear the answer to that. Please don't, please don't...
"I'm..." the hesitance is clear in his voice, that tone dropping for just a moment of weakness. It was in that moment that his heart wrenched. Not from him here, in this lifetime, but back there. The pain was almost indescribable you'd think he'd actually been stabbed through the heart. Whatever 'C' 's answer...it wasn't one that he could say he liked making. "...Yeah, I'm afraid so."
The words echo in his head, the vision vanishing as Valimar and Ordine start to take their stance to duel.
Silence is all that's left when he comes to, sitting up on the couch and instinctively reaching for his phone. His contact, which had been on Rean before this vision came, is instantly wiped out, looking up Elliot instead. Elliot would remember the most about them, and he probably has.
Rean...he can't bring this on right now. The boy's already suffering too much.]
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Hey, so I know all of you are/were down in Magatus and even if you're not currently there you probably have a larger reach than I do
It sounds like Malik's trapped up in the lab on the mountain without much in the way of provisions. The mountain's dangerous, Crow and I hit an avalanche up there, but I can't in good conscience leave him up there when he's in danger
Are any of you even somewhat nearby, or do you know anyone that might be to send his way?
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I even thought up an icebreaker! [AREN'T YOU PROUD?]
https://richi3f.github.io/pokemon-team-planner/national_dex.html
Pick your line-up!
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Maybe the other one at some point, but for now...this takes priority.]
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I know who the last people in that Class VII photo are
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12/13; 11PM
What's the other 1%
Vote now on your phones
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12/25 at like 5 fuckin' AM
IT'S CHRISTMAS
CHECK YOUR MAILBOXES
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[He's so groggy he isn't even bothering with grammar]
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Any clue what that's about?
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GUESS WHO'S GETTING A CEREAL BOX PRIZE
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"Just your typical run-of-the-mill sob story"
"It'll be all over soon."
"Go finish your speech in hell."
That last one had been the newest, the freshest. And it's the one that has Crow staring at the ceiling in a cold sweat, the sound of the gunshot as clear as day and still echoing in his skull. The worst part was...it was his voice. His voice was saying all these things--with a tone that seemed void of all life, like bitterness had overtaken him and extinguished the jovial tone he'd noticed his memories having.
What did it mean? Something holds him back from asking Elliot or Rean. As if...he's afraid to know the answer.
So instead, he'll text them, hoping they're both still up for a nice distraction.]
What's the best kind of gatorade
[Pachinko lay curled up by his side, practically attached to him with a soft purr as a form of comfort. He couldn't know what was causing his human this nervous energy, but some purrs should do the trick.]
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At least he's calm down enough to actually pay attention to his phone, but still. What is sleep this month.]
Orange or Pineapple mango.
You?
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02/01; 7AM
Guess who's gonna sleep for the next EVER
[What a year, huh?
It's February.]
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But also no, you won't, because you have class today. I'd better not hear snoring when I get back from class myself...
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2/4; 4:30am
There's a number of things that have Rean up and active an hour and a half before he'd usually be. First is that he simply didn't sleep well the night prior – he'd hoped maybe he'd sleep better with it being his first time back in his own bed in three weeks, but instead he found himself tossing and turning, missing Pachinko's weight on him and the sounds of Crow moving around upstairs.
Second is the dream he just had – no, not a dream, a memory. That face is still too seared into his mind to have been a simple dream. An imposing man with shoulder-length hair and a piercing gaze, warning Rean and his class of "turbulent times to come..."
And then chest pains.
It's not the first time he's felt pain in his chest related to a memory. He remembers it from fighting off that suit of armor with Crow, too, although at the time he'd dismissed it as being injured from the fight. This, though? There was no easy way to dismiss it.
In fact, it's still aching a little when he gets up and starts getting ready for the day, but it's more of a phantom pain now than anything. He's nervous, but trying to just go about his normal routine and see if it eases up before he starts panicking—
The whole "don't panic" plan gets dashed straight to hell the minute he catches a glimpse of his torso in the mirror. The scar from last month's bullet wound is something he's started to grow used to, but this? This is new, and frightening.
Giving up on the whole morning routine plan for the time being, Rean slinks over to his desk chair and falls heavily into it, numbly reaching out for his phone and tapping out a message to the group.]
Uh, hey. Weird question
Do either of you happen to remember me having a scar?
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Which when he does see the message? He gives a soft "oh..." to himself as types out of a response]
Yeah, I do.
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I think I just remembered why
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3/2 nighttime NOT ACTUALLY CLASS VII CHAT its just easier here
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03/07; night
A voice...his voice echoes in his head, as the memory flushes back. He can see it as clear as day, him sitting at the seat of what he can only guess is Ordine, looking out over the entirety of Class VII. Rean in Valimar.
"Crow...Crow is that really you in there??!" Rean's voice echoes, the growing pain in his voice enough to make that heart wrench.
"Sure am, Long time no see, Rean..." his own voice answers, with a snide tone that even he couldn't see himself voicing to someone he'd called a friend. "Or not too long, I guess, seeing as we just had dinner last night..."
Crow had been just getting home, only having set his bag down before moving to the couch, gripping his head. The memory was so clear you could swear he'd been whisked away to that moment. It wasn't a dream like some of the others had been, and it didn't feel nearly as distant.
Rean...what did he DO to you...?
"It makes me sad to almost leave it behind... But at the end of the day, I'm C, that's the real deal.
The Crow Armbrust you've known all this time wasn't real. He never was."
He wasn't real. All those things that lined up with Rean, all those memories of having fun with Elliot and the other members of Class VII. All fake. It's a lot harder to take in now, when you've thought that your personality this whole time had just carried over to this life. Naturally attaching himself to Elliot, to Rean...picking up where he left off in one life time to continue in the next.
But that was just a fool's dream, wasn't it?
He was connecting with his fake self. When all along he'd been a backstabbing con artist. To hear Rean's voice like that and to hear his own talk like Rean was nothing but an insect on his shoe...
What happens now?
Can he even trust his feelings in this life? Do...Rean and Elliot already know this?
"LIKE HELL HE ISN'T!!!" Rean's voice echoes, almost shaking him out of that spiral. The voice was hurt, beyond anything he'd ever wanted to hear come out of Rean's mouth, but he listens.
"All the good times we had? Your friendship with Towa, Angelica, and George? YOU SERIOUSLY WANT ME TO BELIEVE THAT ALL OF THAT WAS JUST A LIE?! That our hanging out, our field studies, even our concert meant NOTHING to you?!"
The silence was thick, and Crow desperately throws himself onto the touch clutching his head, not wanting to hear the answer to that. Please don't, please don't...
"I'm..." the hesitance is clear in his voice, that tone dropping for just a moment of weakness. It was in that moment that his heart wrenched. Not from him here, in this lifetime, but back there. The pain was almost indescribable you'd think he'd actually been stabbed through the heart. Whatever 'C' 's answer...it wasn't one that he could say he liked making. "...Yeah, I'm afraid so."
The words echo in his head, the vision vanishing as Valimar and Ordine start to take their stance to duel.
Silence is all that's left when he comes to, sitting up on the couch and instinctively reaching for his phone. His contact, which had been on Rean before this vision came, is instantly wiped out, looking up Elliot instead. Elliot would remember the most about them, and he probably has.
Rean...he can't bring this on right now. The boy's already suffering too much.]
Elliot?
[Please be there.]
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Hey Crow, what's up?
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idk sometime during March
I joined a metal band last month for fun with Eren and Anna.
Did it for fun, but now there's a battle of the bands at the end of the month.
What do I wear?
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Oh man
Astrid taught me how to do basic makeup
My eyeliner game has been waiting for this
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Minty's just the cold version of spicy
When you think about it
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Hey, so I know all of you are/were down in Magatus and even if you're not currently there you probably have a larger reach than I do
It sounds like Malik's trapped up in the lab on the mountain without much in the way of provisions. The mountain's dangerous, Crow and I hit an avalanche up there, but I can't in good conscience leave him up there when he's in danger
Are any of you even somewhat nearby, or do you know anyone that might be to send his way?
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[Excuse him as he doesn't immediately jump to the call. Something something about torturing people in a warehouse something something]
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IT'S IMPORTANT
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But it's a bit awkward.
Finesse must be used.]
So...Eren and I have a kid now
[Or that.]
04/06;
What?
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Hey wallflowers!!
When are we seeing Ryan Reynolds as a Pikachu??
[Because of course they're gonna make plans to see it. Who do you think they are.]
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