#arvend

[fakade]

@stellanoa @arvend autusm 👍

[redlegend-a]

@arvend

Arven's typing for a while. It shows in the bubbles that keep popping up. It's clear he keeps typing and erasing. Finally he settles on something.

[ text ] can you tell me more about it?

(txt): sure. what do you want to know?

He seems interested.

[kablamow]

how bad me be

" Pretty Fucking Bad "

[stellanoa]

@arvend ↬ "No, I’m fine. I just, umm… just a little panic attack. They come and go."

❝ understandable. ❞ a pause, before penny awkwardly offers him her water bottle from her bag. ❝ i, uh ... have some more stuff in my bag if you need it, too. i get panic attacks all the time. ❞

[lunaerosa]

❝ hey, arven ... ? ❞ gentle knock resounds from the doorway as bianca opens the door to his dorm room ever so slightly, just enough to get her voice through ⸻ it's late, when most are prepping for dinner before curfew, though she finds herself lacking an appetite since their foray into area zero. they haven't properly spoken since they've returned home, with her opting to give him his space after everything that's happened ( &&. of course, her habit of reclusing back into her own dorm alone hasn't helped either ), but she'd be lying if she said she hasn't been worried about him the entire time. head peeks in through the crack just a bit, eyebrows raised ⸻ she can at least tell that his lights are on, so he should be awake, right ?

❝ i - i can leave if you're busy, but ... i wanted to see how you were doing ... ❞ / @arvend ↬ ( plotted. )

[hesperio]

@arvend / starter call.

the school lunch room and kitchen is quiet in the late afternoon, long after classes have ended and students have dispersed for the hope of being free of homework and the influence of the many teachers for the next several hours. the quiet is broken only by the pat-pat-pat of little feet before there's a pair of little hands grabbing at arven's pants.

a cursory glance down reveals the culprit: not a student, but a gible with his mouth wide open in pleased surprise, tugging on arven to see what he's doing.

he was small for his size, and easily recognizable because of it -- it was hassel's gible, the one who occasionally assisted with his classes.

[seginbeats]

◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷ Now playing. . . starter for @arvend

He’s become acutely aware of how his days seemed to be overlapping and repeating in cadence and theme; the date on his phone would remain static for three days sometimes, before springing back and restarting. When asked what was taking him so long to finish cleaning up his track for one of his grunts, Giacomo grew more and more frustrated— he finished it days ago.

It’s just that every time he tried to play it for them, static came out of the stereo system.

Seven days ago (or this morning) he was outside of Mesagoza loitering with members of the Segin Squad, apparently, but he hadn’t gotten out of bed yet today (and didn’t the next day, but yesterday hadn’t happened yet.)

The fruit punch stain on his bed sheets is nearly dried when it’s suddenly soggy as if he’d just dropped his drink everywhere.

Someone sounds like they’re talking in reverse.

When was the last time he had made a phone call? Sent a text? Tomorrow? Yesterday? Someone was supposed to get back to him about the strange illness he had been experiencing since his visit with Ortega.

He’s laying sidelining on his bed, thumbs meticulously texting the one dork who might know something about how he was feeling: Arven had used herba mystica to treat his Mabosstiff’s sickness, perhaps whatever was going on with Giacomo could be alleviated with the bitter variant.

He wipes the back of his hand across his forehead; he’s sent the text:

[Outgoing text] dude I texted you days ago when are you gonna answer

Realistically, Giacomo hadn’t reached out to Arven ever, this was the first instance of making contact; he’d briefly spoken with him after learning from Penny that a dive into Area Zero had occurred recently. Even then, neither Giacomo nor Arven made it a point to converse with one another.

A minute later.

[Outgoing text] hey man I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass but it’s been two days now.

The glimmer of the antique ring on his finger catches Giacomo’s eyes. A weird gift from Ortega, an antique that his family had kept in their splendorous collection of luxurious items and strange curious.

[Outgoing text] hello????

[skullkxd]

oh!

“Here, wait…”

they do some shuffling around in their pockets, before pulling out a pokeball, and out pops … a little Trapinch! They hold her up with both hands.

“This is king bowser of fury. She’s gonna be a flygon someday.”

@arvend

[primordialfell]

hey do you know what's in the crater i think it wants to eat me

" YOUR FEET TOUCH THE VIRIDIAN GRASS. UPON THEM THE DEW IS BLINDING. COUNTLESS DIAMONDS FALLING FROM THE CLOUDS LIKE HELIUM ACID, ENSCONCED UPON A DISTANT MOON. YOU SCRY THE WORLD CHANGE. YOUR EYES ARE SO SMALL.

AS LIGHT BURNS THE SKY YOU FIND THE SELF ABSCONDED. THERE IS LIFE HERE. IT IS MALFORMED, ANTEDILUVIAN. IT HAS LIVED TOO LONG. IT HAS SEEN TOO MUCH. IT BEGS TO DIE AND IT CANNOT. IT HAS PERCEIVED THE EXTINCTION OF WORLDS AND THEIR CARCASSES BORN IN TIME AND STILL THEY ENDURE.

YOUR ANKLE IS GRIPPED. YOU FEEL HANDS UPON YOUR SKIN. THEY SEIZE YOU, BEGGING. TERRIFIED. THEY WANT TO END. THEY KNOW NOW THAT THEY CANNOT AND THEY ARE HORRIFIED. THEY HATE YOU FOR BEING SO YOUNG. THEY MOURN FOR BEING SO PRIMORDIAL.

YOUR FEET TOUCH THE VERDANT GRASS. THE LIGHT IS BLINDING. "

[galaxcias-archived]

@arvend

Progress was going smoothly.

From what he gathered, there were some Pokémon around in the north province he had either not caught altogether, or had captured elsewhere and had yet to evolve. A glance to the sky confirms that yes, it wouldn’t be sunset for quite a while. He had enough supplies to last maybe three days without reconvening in Mesagoza. A few more hours wouldn’t scuff anyone’s knees, right?

And perhaps… he should have taken a rest after all. He was tactful enough to be unscathed, but running into two groups of pawniard and bisharp, with each eager to fight his team one on one had absolutely exhausted the brunet. A now, with the sun well hidden behind the mountains, Theo and his party sank to the ground, catching their breath.

“We should…probably set up camp…on flatter ground...you up for that?” A hum in return from Gholdengo agrees with Theo’s inquiry. It seems as though being tough as gold required stamina too, ah? A faint smile graces his features as he offers the Pokémon a hand getting up, and the two walk deeper into the bamboo thicket.

There were luckily little gaps between each stalk, which made it easier to navigate to his target; he had spotted a yellow splotch in his vision, and assumed whatever it was had made it to a small clearing. And that clearing was the perfect place to go for a proper rest. It was only when he got closer that realization reared its head. That yellow was a backpack…and he knew that backpack.

Both Gholdengo and Theo picked up the pace, only after he was a few yards away did he call out to the backpack’s owner.

“Arven? Is that you there?”

[fakade]

@arvend replied: will you at least take a vacation

"...........not unless i have to."

[silverformed]

@arvend #hag

yep thats sada and turo's kid alright.

[kablamow]

TOMODAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

@arvend look at me.

[stellanoa]

@arvend ↬ can you stop sending people their IP addresses when you get into internet beef

CASSIOPEIA ⋙ no CASSIOPEIA ⋙ 59.202.215.75

[lunaerosa]

SEEK HELP !!!!!!!!

[hesperio]

@arvend.

This place is wrong. It's the first thing that always runs through Hassel's mind when he descends into the crater that punches through the center of Paldea, spiraling slowly into it on Dragonite's back until the clouds swallow them both.

We have been getting pings that someone is opening the doors, says Geeta-from-two-days-ago. Someone is opening the doors properly most worryingly of all.

Someone has been walking down into the crater at regular intervals, someone the computer recognizes as the good professor announced dead in the recent past. Hassel has few memories of the professor, only meeting a handful of times, but Geeta had been devastated by the news.

Now, someone was using the same ID as the professor's to access the labs in Area Zero. This last one registered as far down as Station Three, before the opening of the caverns full of crystals and dragons. The dragons down there were strange, terrible things -- and something larger than them was killing them, something Hassel had been chasing the tail of.

There's the worry that whoever this was (and he had a suspicious feeling of who it might be) could find themselves face to face with this vicious thing he's hunting.

Dragonite warbles her concern, echoing his worry, and he pats along the back of her neck. I know. We can outfly anything, but we should be careful.

Despite the cloud cover, the sun beats down on his back, and Dragonite descends as the crater opens up beneath them -- and he follows a little blinking light on the device Geeta provided him, following the pinpoint that he very much hoped was still a living person down here.