July Catch-All

[friendlyflower]

Who: Flowey & Firepaw, Emporio, Lusamine, and others?
What: Quests (Learning Aides, Growing Harvest), maybe some meetings/interactions
Where: Southern forest, the city gardens, around the city
When: Throughout July
Warnings: Pokemon battling (violence/injury), Flowey's trauma (mentions of/themes of depression, depersonalization, guilt, child death, murder)

Comments

he's referring to pokemon whose writers are on hiatus LOL

[friendlyflower]

Fine. Just don't tell me to sleep it off. I'm not winding up like them. [He nods toward Pokemon in the clinic who have fallen comatose. He doesn't seem to know what causes it... it's almost like he thinks spending time here is bad luck or something?]

LMAO

[dripdrive]

[Anasui rolls his eyes.] You should rest in general but... I literally just asked you take your medicine. That's the opposite of sleeping it off. I'm asking you to do something about the problem.

What's your issue?

flowey please. fjkdlfjlskd

[friendlyflower]

Is nearly getting killed out there not enough of an 'issue'? Is not wanting to be around a bunch of people who fell into comas and nobody knows what the problem is or if it's contagious an 'issue'? What are you gonna do, stick me with a big needle? I know about the Hippocratic Oath, idiot!

I also am shouting Anasui plz udhfkjshfkds

[dripdrive]

The comas aren't contagious and even if it was, we're not idiots. They're quarantined. You're not even kept in the same room as them, let alone the same ward.

[Anasui looms over Flowey and stares. His eyes are dark but an aura of cold calm surrounds him. There's a long moment of quiet before he smirks.]

I never took the hippocratic oath. I was arrested for murder before I could. So you will take your medicine before I pick you up and force feed you.

JDFSLKAJFDKLJFD

[friendlyflower]

I, uh... ... Okay.

[He shuts up and takes his medicine obediently.]

[dripdrive]

[Anasui watches Flowey take the medicine like a hawk, making sure he finishes every last drop. When he's done, Anasui nods approvingly.]

Good. Now, I'm going to do your physical. If you're not actively dying, you'll be able to leave as long as you take your medicine daily and rest. And you will be checked up upon to make sure you do. No one wants you sick because you're too fucking stubborn to look after yourself.

[friendlyflower]

Alright, alright, I get it already. [He grumbles the next part.] Just like Emporio...

[dripdrive]

[Unfortunately for Flowey, Anasui has sharp hearing. He snorts.]

Ah. You know the kid. Good. I'll tell him to keep an eye on you when I see him at home tonight.

[friendlyflower]

[This causes him to perk up.] You also know him? Just guildmates, or did you come from his homeworld too?

[dripdrive]

Both. Plus, roommates. Not that it should matter. [Anasui gives a dismissive shrug.] Why?

[friendlyflower]

We're pals! I figured it out on a hunch. You said you were arrested for murder. Emporio grew up in a jail. [Plus, Emporio seems... lonely.] So, who'd you kill?

[dripdrive]

Hmph... Yeah. I met the kid there. [Lucky guess. They could have been completely different jails.]

...My ex-girlfriend. I caught her sleeping with another man, so I disassembled the two of them so they could never be together again.

[friendlyflower]

[What's the big deal about sleeping with another man? It's just sleep. It's not like they were kissing or anything.] Golly, you sure taught her. 'Disassembled'? Sounds brutal. Hee hee.

[dripdrive]

[Oh you sweet, summer child. If Anasui knew what you were thinking, he would absolutely explain what actually was happening.

But he doesn't. Instead, he raises an eyebrow. On one hand 'finally someone who wasn't going to overreact to his crimes.' On the other hand... That's... not a normal reaction to him.]

It was. I heard that the police couldn't find all the pieces of them afterwards. [He would ask why Flowey is so chill about things but that's not really his style. Instead, the big bird starts doing Flowey's general checkup. Check the depth of his wounds compared to when he was first admitted, measure the growths of his leaves, that sort of thing...]

[friendlyflower]

[Flowey's shell has been badly scratched up and one of his leaves has been torn off. And it's clear that exhaustion has begun to take a toll on him and his growth. Otherwise, he's still his usual ostentatious self.]

Oh, so they were humans. [He says this as if it's normal.] How do you feel about it now? Doesn't seem like you're too bothered.

[dripdrive]

Were you expecting me to kill something else? [He shrugs nonchalantly as he scratches notes for Dr. Denne to view later. Seems like Flowey just looks worse than he is - he just needs rest and to keep up with his medicine.] I'm over it. I met someone new in prison and I have a different life now. Doubly so, now I'm here. Simple as that.

[He's... so not bothered about murder at all.]

... How old are you? [Anasui asks out of nowhere.]

[friendlyflower]

[Flowey leans forward, shadows falling over his eyes as a smile cuts across his face.] I was a being of enormous power before I was pulled here. I am older than you can comprehend. The concept of time is meaningless to me. Hee hee.

[He says this exactly like a young teenager.]

[dripdrive]

Nghk... [Well, he didn't expect that. The only reason why he doesn't jump in alarm and punt Flowey as hard as he can is because Flowey really looks and sounds like a fourteen year old kid... Which reminds him that edgelords exist. That thought calms Anasui as quick as it scares him.]

...For someone so old, you don't know much about humans. You're basically the kid's age. [Smooth.]

[friendlyflower]

[What a chump! He almost fell for it. He likes the rush of power it gives him for a moment.

... actually, he didn't expect a reaction that strong. Oh right, he remembers-- Emporio told him that they faced some type of evil guy who wanted to absorb everyone's souls and become god or something like that. Flowey remembers relating to it, but not in the way Emporio thought.

Well, if Anasui had freaked out and finished him off, at least he couldn't say stupid crap like that anymore.]

... Maybe! Maybe not. Hee hee. Say, how old is that kid, anyway? Does even he know, growing up in a prison like that?

[dripdrive]

[Anasui isn't one to underestimate a foe. If a baby is a threat, he'll stab the baby. Anasui's eyes narrow at Flowey and he once again debates kicking the Sunkern, his job at the clinic be damned.]

He's probably like eleven or twelve. We don't know precisely but it's our best guess.

[friendlyflower]

Well, I'm older than that. [He was twelve when he died.] What's it matter to you, anyway?

... Wait, let me guess. [He does a shockingly accurate impression of Anasui.] "Say, why's this little weirdo so blasé about murder, anyway? Where's his parents???"

[dripdrive]

It doesn't matter. But it does give me a sense of scale - which may reflect on your physical body. Age has a different effect on different bodies. It'd be idiotic for me to not keep yours in mind. [That's absolutely not why he asked. He just wanted to see if Flowey was a child or a cringe adult.

The Espathra scowls as he hears his voice come out of the Sunkern. A cute trick but not one he appreciates.] I don't care about your parents. They're likely back in your world, dead, or both. But I do want to know why you're so blasé about murder. Then again... being someone with 'tremendous power', I suppose death means very little to you.

[friendlyflower]

[Oh, bullcrap, Flowey thinks. It would be idiotic for him to believe that this guy- not even a doctor, by the way- could tell the difference between a child and an adult talking sunflower seed.

Although he'd normally have zero reservations about calling this out... he pauses.

Emporio already knows all that he's done, but he has a weird feeling that Emporio is a bit of a... special case. Anasui nearly punted Flowey across the room when he made a joke about having tremendous power.

... Maybe he really is more akin to the villain in Emporio's story than he'd like to admit.

Flowey decides to pick his next words very carefully. He hopes that Emporio can keep a secret.]

I was a kid when I died. It's been a while since then. You decide what that makes me now.

[dripdrive]

[No, but he could ask actual doctors. He's really just volunteering at the moment. Anasui would be ready to argue about inane things should Flowey press.

But since he doesn't, Anasui shrugs.]

Not my decision, brat. You decide what you want to be. I'm just trying to decide whether or not I should call you a brat or not. [He pauses though, sensing the change in the atmosphere. Anasui isn't good at emotional cues but...] I've been told by Dr. Denne I'm roughly the same age to how I was when I died. So I'll assume it's the same for you for your medical records and make a note of it for everyone else.

[friendlyflower]

[The imaginary argument that passed them both by is legendary.]

Sure, grandpa. Something tells me you would've called me a brat either way. [He really must be used to dealing with a goody-two-shoes kid who doesn't talk back like Emporio. Flowey almost wants to trip him with a root just to see what happens.

Almost. He still has a sense of self-preservation.]

Alright, then, that's just peachy. Do I get a lollipop?