mist on the grass

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Who: Ingo and Emmet
What: Exploration of the Middle Forest
When: Late April
Where: Middle Forest
Warnings: Hallucinations, dissociation, minor injury

[The middle forest, much like the time they explored the northern end, is blanketed with fog almost as soon as they enter the shadows of the trees. Ingo ignites his flames, as usual, but it's little use. Purple light refracts off the thick mist, as well as the faint red glow of Emmet's eyes and markings.

It's a little spooky. Ingo tries to keep his eyes off them. Telling Emmet about his experiences with Zoroark was probably, overall, a good thing to do. He's not longer lying to him, even if only by omission. But it probably makes some of his less-than-kind responses a little more obvious...]

I am sure any marks we leave will simply change again, but we could make an attempt anyhow.

[Today's another scouting mission, more than anything. Ingo's more relaxed about that than about rescue missions, but their strange experience in the forest last time still has him keeping a sharp eye out, as well as he can.]

Comments

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[WHY ARE YOU BATTING]

We aren't even imitating them or something?

[They're twins in black and white, the connection had seemed fairly direct!]

I do not care about doing it now! It just seemed as though we were!

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[ Because he knows where that thought was going and it was incorrect, therefore. ]

Black and white are important because of the dragons, less because of the kings. But it is the kings who are the reason the dragons are the way they are. So it is still kind of because of them.

Anyway. If we were really trying to copy them then we probably should have swapped partners.

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Maybe! But it is like yin and yang. Each must contain some essence of the other!

[Or something like that? It's probably entirely unrelated.]

Anyhow. I do prefer the black.

[outbounds]

Something like that. They do have to balance out.

[ And how, considering how the rest of the story goes. ]

And fine. You can keep your black then.

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I think I really am a bit darker than average for a Typhlosion...

[Or maybe he's just imagining it? It's not a significant difference, anyway, not like that one Ponyta with the weird flames.]

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... I would not be able to tell you. About me or you, actually.

[ Maybe this is just how the Hisuian forms look, how's he supposed to know. ]

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I am not sure about you, either. I see more of Typhlosion, since Akari's first partner is one!

[Also like. White is white, he thinks? Maybe the reds are different, but he couldn't be sure. His words trail into a large, toothy yawn - he is still tired, but that talk was probably important to have!]

[outbounds]

[ Yawns being contagious, Ingo's spurs Emmet into one of his own. Huh. Right. ]

Hmm. I've been keeping you up, haven't I? Go take that nap you were wanting earlier.

Will still be here later.

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No, no, it's quite alright.

[Emmet having kept him up, at least! It was good to talk. But Ingo is tired.]

Are you coming?

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Coming? [ Echoed, slightly confused. It doesn't matter, though, because: ] Wherever you're going, I am too?

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Oh. Well - alright, then.

[Is he just going to sit and watch him sleep? If he wants...]

[outbounds]

Where else would I even go?

[ The sleepiness is catching, anyway, and Emmet can probably quiet his thoughts enough to get at least a little bit of shut-eye given the odd sense of exhaustion clinging to him.

... he probably will try to stay awake until Ingo drifts off, though. ]

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Wherever you wanted, I suppose?

[He doesn't know, but there's plenty of other things Emmet could do? Weird question. But regardless, he's perfectly happy to have Emmet here. He just lays down and curls up, settling into his usual spot.]