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I hear that Yves is Secretly Extra(tm)

“ You didn’t hear it from me~ ”

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polarxtwins said: ((Idriys voice: "GODS YVES you're so pretentious"))

“ Oooh, look at me. I use big words to sound cool but I only come off as more of a tool than I actually am. ”

“ That’s you. ”

“ I get it. ”

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“ --Meaning Yves totally geeks out. Zie’s just pretentious about it. ”

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So Yves, do you geek out over Everything Psychic like Idriys does for Everything Poison?

“ My entire life at this point is being more rational about things than Idriys. That being said, I prefer the study of psychic phenomena. Alone. ”

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anzutoxin:

… What.

“This is a poison-type Gym, yes.”

“ Wo~w, this kind of design is astounding! I’d never be able to find my way around! Unless I memorized it. ” Gasp! “ Is that your secret? You memorized everything? Ooh, wouldn’t it be cool if the walls were moveable? That way repeat challengers would have a harder time reaching you! Oh, right, ” she stuck out a hand as introduction. “ My name is Idriys. I run a Poison Gym back home! ”

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[ kicks down the door ]

“ Did somebody say poison? ”

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Them: “what are you?”

Me: “goth”

Them: “No, male or female?”

Me: “I’m spooky”

Them: “what’s between your legs?”

Me: “bats and lace”

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freedomxprincess:

“Heh heh, is it that obvious?”She giggled, and accepted the help,”I’m used to wearing flats, but a lot of performers in Showcases wear heels so I thought I’d give it a try. I guess it’s a little more difficult than I thought.”

“ You’re telling me! ” Learning to walk in heels had been the bane of her existence for a solid two months. Anything for the precious few inches they afforded her. “ Not really much you can do but wear them as often as you can. Maybe off a sidewalk and somewhere with padding, next time? ”

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freedomxprincess:

@adminolli

“Ooowww….I thought I was getting the hang these heels too…” Someone had just tripped and fallen over herself on the sidewalk.

Ooh! That look like it hurt! “ First time wearing heels? ” She extended a hand to help the other back to their feet.

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roses are red, i’m going to bed

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“...Have you ever seen someone you wanted to adopt?”

“Take whatever it is you’re thinking and stop.”

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✍ :p

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Hey look I found Idriys.

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Meeting - Part Three

She woke to a violin. It was...an odd melody. Melancholic, but calming, with enough energy in the strings to keep her happy. Happy. Idriys stood, and nearly stumbled when her feet hit the ground sooner than expected. She left to visit the washroom.

The music was coming from the door next to hers. Yves room? She considered knocking, asking if Yves was feeling any better, then decided against it. It would be an odd conversation. “So I know you probably weren’t expecting this when I escorted you home but your mom’s letting me stay.” She at least wanted an empty bladder for it.

Her hair could still be managed by dragging her fingers through it. The shower yesterday had helped. She started reaching for a toothbrush before she realized there were only two. Fix that later. For the time being, she squirted some paste on her finger and made do.

She considered waiting in the living room, but with no clear idea of what she was waiting for she didn’t feel right. Besides, she was still tired. She returned to the air mattress, listening to Yves play for a while longer. She was sure it was Yves playing, at any rate. Idriys knew something of the arts--as all her siblings did--and she hadn’t come across any composer that sounded like this.

Maybe she’d found the one hipster in the world that listened to violin records. Wouldn’t that be something?

Idriys dosed on and off for a few hours, stirring to full wakefulness sometime mid-afternoon. The room next to hers was silent. Pulling her own clothes back on, she went out into the living room.

Yves sat on the couch, knees drawn up and covered head to toe in a hoodie loose enough she could see Yves’ legs were relaxed.

“Are you feeling better?”

Excuse...?

“Pretty sure I should be asking you that.”

Yves shrugged. “I am. Are you?”

She actually was, come to think of it. “Food and a bed will do wonders.”

Idriys sat on the opposite end of the couch, since there was thing else to do. Because there was nothing else to do, hindsight showed up again. She’d eaten at least, but she was still down anything that could get her modern convenience other than the pity of strangers. Strangers she now owed.

Yves groaned.

Idriys startled. It didn’t sound like Yves would be sick again, but it didn’t sound like Yves was out of the clear either. “Uh, um,” Yves clutched their head, and Idriys slid across the couch. At a loss for what do, she started rubbing Yves’ temples.

“Feeling better, huh?”

“I told you, you need to be quiet.”

“Sorry,” Idryis whispered. “Migraines?”

“No, not-- You’re too loud. In your head. If you calm down, you can--nngh.”

Idriys pressed her fingers firmer against Yves. Yves seemed to...appreciate it, as much as she could tell. Yves certainly pressed back and didn’t complain when her hands stayed in place. “I...heard you playing,” she said, looking for a distraction. “You sound good.” Brilliant.

“It was for Inkay.”

“You have an Inkay?”

“I know an Inkay.”

Stilted as the conversation was, it seemed to do the trick. Yves pushed their hair back. After a while, Yves spoke more coherently. “Your...thoughts. When they overwhelm you. Lay them out like...like a puzzle or something. It’s not so bad when you see it all at once. Or, if...if seeing it all’s what’s bothering you, make it smaller.”

“You’re...psychic then?”

“Yeah,” Yves closed one eye and pointed at the corner of the other with a finger. “I’m psychic.”

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Meeting - Part Two

The stranger lived on the second floor of an apartment complex seven doors in. “Do I need a key, or...?”

“Doorbell.”

Idriys shifted their weight--they’d gotten gradually more and more unable to support their own as they’d walked--and hit the buzzer. A moment passed, then there were the sound of footsteps and the door opened.

“Yes? I-- Oh! Come in, then.”

“This happen often?” Idriys asked Stranger Number One as Number Two stepped back to make room. They grumbled something out, then left her to slump against the other.

“Need to be anywhere specific, hon?”

“Room.”

“Need me to take you?”

Number One shook their head. Leaning against the walls for support, they stumbled around a corridor and out of sight. Soon after, a door opened and shut. Number Two kept an eye on the hallway for a moment, then turned to face Idriys.

“Thank you for helping Yves. We try to get Yves out of the house more often, it works for a while, and then something like this happens and we’re back to square one.” Number Two held out a hand, and Idriys was confused before she remembered the bags.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be. Like I said, it’s thanks to you Yves is home safe.” Number Two set the bags on a table low enough Idriys was twice as tall as it. The hand was then re-extended, with the clear intent to shake. “I’m Audrey. Yves is my child.”

“Glad I could get Yves home, then. Um. I’m sorry. Yves is a...?”

“Yves isn’t sure what Yves is right now, so until further notice Yves is Yves.”

“I, um, see.” Audrey was giving her that look. She was familiar with it, just not through first-hand experience. Not at any length, anyway. A teacher or two, sometimes the family physician. A look with well-meaning intent behind it that saw too much and didn’t know to keep quiet about it.

“Want to use our shower?”

“...Huh?”

Audrey showed her to a room halfway down the hall. “Feel free to use whatever shampoo’s in there. Yves and I share. I’ll leave something clean for you at the door.”

Idriys thanked her and turned on the faucet. So. Today was weird. Help someone out during a possible medical crisis and get a shower as payment. Well. At least it got her clean. Shampoo smelled nice, too. Some type of fruit she couldn’t place. She bent to pick her hair out of the drain after she dried and came up with a few black ones in tow. No complaints if she missed a few strands, then?

A white t-shirt and grey sweatpants had been left for her. Probably Audrey’s, as she didn’t have to roll the sleeves up quite as far as she might have with any of Yves’ clothing. Audrey then took her outside and to the laundry room.

“Communal, I’m afraid. Can’t have everything on a single parent’s salary.” She showed Idriys how to use both machines, and about what time to come back and put her clothes in the drier.

Back in the apartment, she was shown a room at the end of the hallway. “Nothing fancy at the moment, but an air mattress is better than nothing.” A pager at Audrey’s side beeped as the mattress finished filling. A pager. “Oops. That’s me. Come on, we’ll check on your clothes before I head out.”

Audrey stopped on the way to pull a sandwich and soda out of the bags on the table. “Thanks for getting me lunch, sweetie!” She helped Idriys change the load over, as well as told her when to come back. “Feel free to eat anything in the fridge. We mostly survive on junk, but I’m sure you’ll find something.”

The refrigerator...didn’t have much. A few open cans of soda and three eggs out of a dozen. She could cook eggs. It took some pilfering--and athletics--to find where the pans were stored, and the stove was gas rather than electric. Eventually Idriys figured it out. By the time she finished her meal, her clothes were dry.

She stayed in the clothes Audrey had lent her. They’d be more comfortable to sleep in than her own. The guest room was entirely bare, and the silence remained unbroken by any loud voices or swift footsteps.

It was the best sleep she’d had in months.