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[bleedingunversed]

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[keep_surviving]

hey Vanni hows it going?

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[bleedingunversed]

What do you want?

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[keep_surviving]

just checkin in on u

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[bleedingunversed]

Why?

Is this some weird form of stalking?

[Dream Bomb]

[borschtkot]

It was an expanse of ice. The air was chilly but not overbearing. Something he was used to. He was gliding across the ice with well practiced movements.

Distantly there were voices. Mocking tones, punctuated by a muffled cough.

"Yuuri will retire if you don't win."

He stumbles, almost falling. He starts up again, but the voice puncuates again.

"I don't really care if you win, just make sure he doesn't quit."

Another misstep.

"Lets be real, no one really cares about you or your goals."

The cough was getting louder and he was missing more steps before he finally lands too hard and pain shoots up his leg. He falls heavily. The ice felt so cold.

"We told you that would happen.. well if you can't skate.."

An old man was in view now, coughing into his hand harder. He looked exhausted and sick, blood at the corners of his mouth.

"You know I can't work any more. You know that I'm sick and you still failed.. what good are you, boy?"

"No, no I can keep going!" He tries to get up, but hands reached up, grabbing him around the wrists and legs to hold him down.

"Your parents would be ashamed of you.. letting him die.. the man who cared for you."

Was that Victor's voice..? He looks up, hair in his face as he fights the hands holding him. He could see his parents's faces beneath the ice. they looked so ashamed..

"It doesn't matter how many times you get up.. You're never going to be good enough."

The old man had collapsed, still coughing, sounding like he was getting weaker and he struggles against the hands harder. They were leaving bruises, nails tearing at his skin.

A black boot presses down against the old man's back, pressing. Dark hair was pushed back off of a distinctly Japanese face and the man was sneering at him.

"Aren't I proof that you're nothing?"

The ice cracks and he's suddenly under it, water closing over his head. The Japanese man was standing over him, staring down with that sneer.

"It'll be your fault when he dies. You know that.. We already know... you're nothing."

Everything closes to a pinpoint of light before even it blinks out and he wakes up.

[bleedingunversed]

Vanitas could do nothing but watch from the seats surrounding the ice as Yuri fell and fell, over and over again. He could hear each and every taunt that was thrown the young man's way and as he climbed over the seats and into the aisle his anger rose.

"Leave him alone!" he yelled but it sounded like an echo even to his own ears. He reached the glass surrounding the rink and slammed a fist against it just as someone pressed a boot down against the old man's back, one slam turning into another as Vanitas tried to break it--tried to force the panel door open but it wouldn't budge.

"He isn't nothing you asshole!" Vanitas yelled again just as the ice cracked and Yuri was pulled under. "NO!"

Panic seized him and he tried to get through, threw his entire weight against the door--

Only to snap awake.

Sweat made his hair stick to his forehead in an awkward way but he didn't pay it any attention, untangling himself from his sheets so he could go over to Yuri's bed.

"Yuri--Yuri??"

[borschtkot]

Yuri had a far less jolt into consciousness. He pulls in a sharp breath, eyes opening with a snap. His face is wet, hair loose from its ponytail from his thrashing in bed. It takes him a moment to reorient himself to the room around him. Potya was bumping her head against his shoulder gently.

Seeing Vanitas coming over was a bit.. ... startling. He reaches up, wiping his face quickly with the sheet before pushing his hair back into order.

"H-hey.. You having nightmares again too?"

Potya's ears went back because she didn't like how Yuri was trying to shrug it off. She turns instead to pad to the edge of the bed, leaning her head up for Vanitas.

[bleedingunversed]

"Yeah, your nightmares," Vanitas said without hesitation, briefly rubbing Potya's ears before he's sitting on the edge of the bed. There's a frown on his face but it's..it's a worried frown, Vanitas looking Yuri over for any signs of anything. Distress. Pain.

Just..anything.

"Are you alright? Who the hell--why was that guy doing that to your grandfather?"

Nightmare

[thedifferencebetween]

[Vanitas will find himself standing in a strange chamber. The walls are purple and look crystaline, and pulse with some sort of strange life. The ceiling is high. Wheels and gears and arcane symbols spin in eerie violet light above. There is a throne, stone jutting up as though pushed into the shape of it. A hallway leads off of one wall, lined in countless doors. They whisper and beckon and somehow Vanitas knows there is power and knowledge beyond his wildest dreams down that hallway.]

[He starts to walk down it and suddenly flames envelop the corridor, racing towards him. He flings up his arms and stumbles back but the fire touches him, licks at his face and it feels as though his face is burning, feeding the flames. The corridor and all its rooms are devoured by flames Vanitas can't push through....]

[The nightmare fades.]

[bleedingunversed]

[What the hell was this?

Vanitas frowned slightly as he looked around and tried to make sense of what he was seeing but none of it was familiar.

And yet..that hallway. He needed to go down that hallway. Why? Power. Knowledge. It was all down there. It had to be!

He'd only just started to move down it when the flames came out of nowhere to engulf everything, the young man letting out a startled yelp as he stumbled back, tried to block his face from the flames but it's useless. The heat is unbearable and his face stings as the flames lick at it, scorch it with even the slightest brush--

Vanitas snaps awake in a panic, scrambling upright and reaching up to touch his face.

No burns. He was alright. He was..

As the panic starts to edge away a name creeps through his mind and it's got him reaching blindly for his 'gear to call a certain someone as he runs a hand through his hair.

What the fuck had that been?]

[thedifferencebetween]

[Jack's already awake. This is normal for him, he gets pulled from sleep by nightmares on the regular. One of the few causes of sudden waking that doesn't result in him promptly shaking Nisha and Felix awake to do shit for him.]

[They both know damn well he has a problem with bad dreams, but Felix is polite and just ignores it and Nisha deals with it without directly addressing the problem. He appreciates both approaches, really.]

[He's had that dream before, he knows what it means. When that stupid bitch had punched the artifact into his face, all the knowledge it contained had been lost. Just fragments and fractures bouncing around in his mind at random, unconnected. That had been his undoing.]

[He's in his office when the 'gear goes off, and with a heavy sigh, he flips it on. Audio only.]

Go for Jack, even though it's ass o'clock at night.

23rd Jan, a strange message...

[11121_assumption]

[ In the middle of the day, something interrupts your usual radio broadcast. There's a short interlude of music that fades into the background. A deep, monotone voice, filtered and altered to be unrecognisable speaks. It's like something from a number's station. ]

Listen. V. 0...2...A...9... [ It drones on, listing numbers with some letters thrown in; enough for a Gear number, if the letters are taken for their value in the alphabet. It concludes with two more letters. ] ...W...S.

[ The jingle plays. It recites the code, starting with the letter V once more before the jingle rings out once more, and the radio returns to normal. If need be, the strange message occurs again, two hours later and interrupts Oak's Pokemon Talk Time Show.

In truth, Walter had used his Pokegear to try and get Sneak's information before he vanished, and remembering his previous co-workers there was only one who had the letter V foremost in their name. Still it paid to be cautious, even if Vanitas had questions and by now, Walter's number was not as private as it had been when he first abandoned Team Rocket. Thanks to Radio's influence, anyone ringing who doesn't have Rocket affiliations (and who isn't Felix or Jack) will find themselves on the receiving end of a polite 'The number you have dialed is not in use. Please check the number, and try again' message. ]

[bleedingunversed]

[Vanitas almost ignores it. Almost. It's actually Flood that brings his attention to how many numbers are in the strange message and he ends up plugging them in to see what he can get out of it.]

That's one way to encrypt a phone number.

I want to know what the hell that place was in Goldenrod.

The idiots at headquarters are furious about it so it had to be something important. What were they doing and why did you destroy it?

[11121_assumption]

A laboratory. It's purpose was to produce evolution stones. That was accomplished by placing Pokemon in machines that forcibly drained the energy from their bodies, producing the stones.

It was not a painless process.

[ The second question...he leaves that blank for now. ]

Video, sometime after the pink baby rage

[11121_assumption]

[ While Walter noticed Vanitas...issue with his Cleffa on the network, he didn't contact him there. He waited until he was stepping out of Vermilion into a largely empty route, after a chat with Diana. He was dressed...extremely grunge. Hair in a lazy braid with locks escaping to frame his face, a Depeche Mon top and an open leather jacket, with his saint's medallion sitting over his shirt for once. If the gear gets taken or has to zoom out at any point, it'll reveal a plaid shirt tied around his waist, frayed jeans and black/white sneakers on his feet.

Look, it was best to change his appearance after being broadcast as he put some grunts in their place. And this was his style when he wasn't looking bland/normal or kinda hispter. Regardless, he nodded to Vanitas when he appeared, a Banette floating over his shoulder. ]

Vanitas. There's something important I wanted to discuss.

[bleedingunversed]

[When Walter contacts him Vanitas has at least gotten Nort somewhat under control. And by under control he's gotten Shadow the Gengar to hold the shitty little thing in a bear hug despite it's protests while they continue down the path towards Lake Rage.

He looks a bit surprised at the other's appearance but it only shows itself in a raised eyebrow and a quick once over of what he can see of Walter before he gives the other a slight tilt of his head, Flood pops up over his shoulder and grins widely at the 'gear.]

And what's that?

[11121_assumption]

[ Doll on the other hand, grinned and cackled, waving at Flood and Vanitas. Walter noticed the look, but pressed in. He'd simply remember that. ]

In regards to Team Rocket...I had an idea. We should keep in touch about their movements. It will allow us to see where they are moving and their intentions. And it seems they have new members to replace us.

[ It's clear he isn't sure how to word this idea, but the concept is there. ] Diana has also left them.

Valentines Day!

[keep_surviving]

[A very small but nicely wrapped present will be arrving for Vanitas. Inside is this charm. She's sent it with a plain, simple silver chain to wear around his neck. But also included a special clip with a note that explains he can use it to attach the charm onto one of the many chains on his leather jacket if he prefers.]

Happy Valentine's Day, Bro. Love D xx

[bleedingunversed]

[Diana will get a package in return containing a picture and half a heart on a necklace chain. The picture is of Vanitas--obviously a selfie--outside a Pokemon Center. Flood's perched on his shoulder grinning smugly while Undertaker waves from Vani's hair. An Ekans hangs over the young man's shoulder and is nosing at something on his jacket--said something being the charm that Diana sent him and the matching half of the heart he sent her.]

Same to you, sis. -Vani

[Package] Happy Stupid Holiday!

[borschtkot]

[ You have received a package! Inside is a pendant, a bouquet of blue flowers, tied together with spider web and a little bottle of soft grey cat fur and 2 whiskers from Potya. ]

Thinking of you. So much walking... Kill me. Kill me now.

[ A photo of Yuri, Potya draped over his shoulders as she usually is and his hair bundled up under his grandfather's hat. He was wearing a lighter jacket that one would expect. ]

[bleedingunversed]

[Yuri will get a package in return, brought to him by none other than Toppler the Swoobat. Said Pokemon will greet the group with chirps and squeaks as he brings the package to Yuri before promptly plopping down on a log.

Man that was a long flight!

Inside the package is a Glameow necklace, several small packages of Pokemon save Valentine's day treats, a Thunder Stone with a note that says "Sneak stole this for you apparently???" and a box of Pokeball shaped chocolates for Yuri.]

Tell me about it. Happy whatever today is. Valentine's or whatever it's called. Thinking of you too.

[borschtkot]

[ The treats didn't last long, but Yuri tucked away the chocolates so he could eat them over time. He still watched what hr ate here. The necklace was put on immediately with a blush.

Toppler, of course, was provided with food, love and a olacr to sleep in Yuri's backpack until he was ready to fly again.]

It's a romantic holiday. This necklace is great! And Zorya is trying to mug me for that stone.

YOU REALIZE THAT WILL MAKE HER EVOLVE RIGHT?

[ A series of pics are sent in a folder. Marked clearly to be opened by Brute and Archraven only from Devanna. Inside was a second folder nested. Marked SERIOUSLY VAN DON'T. It was from Devanna.]

22nd Feb

[keep_surviving]

[Surprise! Guess what you just got! Three brand new puppies!

There's a handsome Rockruff and fuzzy Lillipup and super special Poochyena. Why super special? Because the fur atop its head is wild and spiky, and Diana has styled it to match Vanitas' new cut.]

All three are for you. Because I love you. I hope Scrapper doesn't get jealous. But my dogs like being in a group. And I think she'd make a pretty badass mom.

My dogs keep me safe. These guys should keep you safe. When they stop chewing everything.

Diana x

[Indeed, these puppies are tiny. Newly hatched in fact, no older than a day. But they're certainly not shy! They're already going for your shoelaces.]

[bleedingunversed]

[Diana.

What the fuck.

A picture comes first, Scrapper laying on the ground, paws crossed in her usual poised manner but she looks more relaxed than normal--rather pleased actually. The puppies are playing around her with Symphony the Buneary in the mix and the lower half of Coach the Diggersby is visible in the top corner.

Yep. They've been adopted.]

I hate you.

[keep_surviving]

wht? y? dnt u like puppies? every1 likes puppies! look how happy they r! unless...

[Have an image of Diana and her currently standing fourty strong pack. Yes, even after giving Vanitas three. Lookit all those puppies running around, blurring because how do you make puppies stay still?]

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