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ALSO, AS PROMPTS FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: Last month's mini-events!
Effect: Friday, July 8: Flower Gift - All day, despite the season, flowers drift down from the sky. They’re harmless, beautiful, and smell lovely, but if trainers aren’t careful, they might end up trudging through rosedrifts up to their knees before long.
Swarm: Tuesday, July 12: Spinda
Effect: Friday, July 15 to Sunday, July 17: Worry Seed - Affected characters won’t be able to get any sleep. Does that make your character cranky? Does it damage their brain-to-mouth filter? The effects can last as little or as long as you’d like over this weekend.
Effect/Swarm Double Duty: Friday, July 22: Surf - Large waves appear in all bodies of water, including things like bathtubs and your Sawsbucks drinks (it’s just bean water, you know). Be careful on the ocean, but also, hang ten, dudes! The waves won’t destroy anything, but trainers are going to get wet on this ride. Also, oh god, small jellyfish Pokemon (Tentacool, Frillish, Inkay) happen to be swarming randomly in these bodies of water. GANBATTE, VICTORY ROAD.
Effect: Friday, July 29: Haze - The forecast is misty inside and out on this oddly cool July day. Affected trainers will find it difficult to remember things, whether those happened long ago or just five minutes past. The memories aren’t gone, of course, it’s just…foggy.
Swarm: Sunday, July 31: Illumise and Volbeat
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Agent Maine | Red vs Blue
He was hit by a truck, and he was already bleeding profusely when that happened, so Maine isn't sure about the music being real.
But this is really hell, despite the rain of flowers that keep falling on his head.
He thinks the other place was supposed to have music and flowers. He was never going to end up there. This must be hell.
Maine growls. ]
Flabébé?
[ The flower demon that won't leave him alone darts between his legs to hide from the sound. It's followed him for two clicks, and now it sounds like it's crying. He's never hated anything more.
Maine nudges it with his foot until it's been pushed into the pile of flowers in the side of the road. The only reason he doesn't kick it is because his brain tells him that flowers are too pliable to get a good impact on.
It returns and seems to hug his leg. No.
He points at the other flowers and grumbles again. The thing whimpers. ]
Flaaaaaa.
[ Someone shoot him. ]
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And promptly realizes that it's not HER giant man, floating off with a "Flo!"]
Rosa! Rosa, where are you?
[The voice will no doubt sound familiar to Maine, but the second-largest Freelancer is looking through the flowerbushes and doesn't see him.
"Flo! Floette!"]
There you are, troublemaker. Fell asleep again, didn't you?
[He cups his Floette in his hands, and she hides bashfully under her flower.]
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They've drawn the notice of another damn flower demon. This one, at least, has the sense to be properly terrified and run (... float?) off. Disappointingly, the first one doesn't go with it. Too busy trying to work its way under the leg of his pants while screaming "Bé! Bé!"
Maine is over it, and he can't be bothered to shake the stupid thing out because his eyes are tracking the source of the voice to - ]
North?
[ His voice, low and gravelly as ever, surprises him more than the knowledge that North is dead too. North's team was in trouble. Of course he's dead. Maine's hands rush to his neck. He expected to be a bloody torn-apart corpse, but his hands meet firm and dry flesh.
This is messed up. This is a mess that he's not dealing with. Maine decides North can deal with it.
He stomps over with the stupid weed half on his shoe and half in his pants, cheerfully chanting "Fla! Bé! Bé!" in time with his steps. Picking up the thing is more acknowledgement than he's comfortable with, and he's glaring as he dumps it with the other demon in North's hands. You like them, you keep them. ]
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It's been years since he saw the man's face. Since he was anything other than a ghost in white armor, cold helmet soulless and unfeeling. It takes North a second to realize he heard his name. Another second to realize that the man in front of him doesn't have the ashen pallor, doesn't have the dark tattoo. That he's not attacking him.]
...Maine?
[Maine. Not The Meta.]
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It's not that he's sure what the response should be - in hell, stupid music, sentient weeds in your hands. Yes, Maine can admit that this is a bizarre situation. This exact scenario is why he won't let the medics give him pain killers.
Not like pain killers will help him now.
He shrugs lightly and stands up straighter at the question, folds his arms against his chest. He might be wearing strange clothes, but he's still identifiable as Agent Maine, in his opinion. He sees no point in answering. ]
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It's. Wow, it's good to see you.
[It's definitely a surprise, is what it is. Also he isn't lying, it is definitely preferable to see Agent Maine, whole and healthy, than the Meta.
Timelines, man, What are you going to do.]
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You know. Like South. Man, that is some shrink work there. They should take these flower things to the Counselor and show him how they explain North's whole deal in two minutes.
At the statement, his hand automatically starts to his missing helmet. Instinct tells him the feed is wrong, because he can always see the clock, but - no armor, no helmet, no clock. ]
Been ten minutes.
[ Seriously, A and B team only split up about 8 minutes ago. The mission window was tight. Dying didn't take that long, buddy.
... oh, wait. Maybe it did. Damn, he must've been in a coma after that truck. Maine frowns at this. He knows he's going to go young, one of these days, but he always hoped he'd go quick. ]
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It's been.
[...Technically only about a year]
A couple years, for me. Time passes differently here.
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He wouldn't say anything about that, regardless. If he insulted North's delicate sensibilities, he might let go of the shrieky daisy that won't stop saying 'fla, fla, fla.' ]
In hell.
[ In reality, Maine has been told several different times and ways that he is not, in fact, in hell or seeing his life pass before his eyes or in the dreams of a medically induced coma. He hasn't believed any of them, but he'll believe what North says in response to this. He'll trust a Freelancer. ]
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I wouldn't call it hell. It's certainly different from what we're used to, but the aesthetics are a little lacking.
It can be hard to accept, especially since there's no real reason why we're here, but Johto just kind of is what it is.
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If it comes after him again, he could put it into a ball and throw it off a cliff. That's a good solution. But it won't, it likes North and North likes stupid things so that's done.
The aesthetics? North's gone soft. Who notices shit like that? Maine does glance around, since it's been mentioned, and try to take in less of the concrete details (flowers, three trees, big rock) and more of the actual appearance (....). He snorts dismissively at all the color.
He also refuses to accept the idea that they're here for no reason. There's always a reason why two Freelancers are in the same place. ]
Here cause we're dead?
[ He had meant it to be a statement, but Maine's voice lifts up a note or three, on the last word. He's become unsure, now. It was a weak hell; he ain't going to heaven. Probably not going the same place as North anyway. ]
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...
[He hesitates before he answers. He sure as fuck is, and York is. And maybe Maine is too, if you want to get semantic about when Maine died and left only the Meta in his place.
But Carolina's not. Tucker's not. So many of the other people from other worlds are still very much alive.]
Not everyone is. It's not an afterlife, it's more a place that draws people in.
[For some people, they happen to be brought here after their deaths.]
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North is the former, and his refusal to say "no we aren't dead" means that they are. He can get as pretty about it as he wants. They're dead.
He's... going to need some time with that one, especially since North wouldn't know the condition of Carolina and Wash. Maine would feel less angry about it if he knew that or had someone's face to break. Not North, what's the point? Maine'll just have to walk this one off.
So he starts walking, with a nod and a noncommittal sound of acceptance. Although he does clip North's shoulder hard with his own as he blows right on past him, it's almost an affectionate bump. He doesn't do hugs.