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Eighth Sacrament: Birth

[ The immediate scene on the screen is a very frozen Walter sitting on his bed, clearly trying to breathe very slowly, as a Flareon sits on him and is watching him very happily, wagging it's flame-like tail. It leans even closer and Walter tenses, hands curled up at his side. He doesn't relax even as the Flareon presses it's face against his chest, looking up at him with pitch black eyes.

On the floor is the remains of an egg and on the table is a Fire Stone.

Eileen chirps to him, signaling that the gear is on. She goes over and doesn't get the Flareon off him, simply smiling and checking the Flareon and clearly squeeing a little. Her first egg hatching! Walter swallows, clearly still locked up with nerves. He needs Help. Which is why Eileen was supposed to have called Manka... ]

Manaka. This isn't a Ponyta.

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[ He closes his eyes, focusing on the current problem. He was going to let Chaos electrocute Felix the next time they crossed paths. ]

Oh my god, this is gold. Please thank your Pokemon for sharing this great moment with everyone.

[ With everyone...Walter slowly eased back onto the bed, eyes still shut. He wasn't a stranger to this kind of thing. Being forced and held forward as an example of failure. When the Flareon leaned down to nose at his jaw, his hands curled into fists. He half wanted it to bite his throat and just kill him right now. ]

...Man, you know, this is no fun when you're being all quiet. Sheesh. Are you seriously that freaked out?

[ What do you THINK FELIX. Thankfully for him, the Flareon settled on his chest, either unaware or uncaring of how tense it's trainer was. He focused on his heartbeat. On his breathing. Not on the warm, heavy Pokemon on top of his chest. ]

[With no real conversation happening, you'd expect Felix to eventually shut up. You'd be wrong.]

Yeah, if you think I won't just wait out the silent treatment, you should know my partner back home? Is even more of a quiet, stubborn asshole than you are.

And he never outlasts me either, so...

[ Felix, you don't understand. Walter's been through far, far worst than an idiot's ramblings; such as the constant screams of murdered children and the continuous whispers of a demonic angel. At his side, Eileen has finally picked up on his state and has moved to check his heart with her feeler, gently nudging the Flareon so she can reach under it. ]

I cannot stress enough that I don't have anything better to do right now.

I'll get some popcorn, we'll make a day out of it.

[ It was easy to let Felix's words become white noise. White noise that stroked flames of hatred in humanity and reminded Walter of why he'd agreed to begin the ritual and murder twenty people, but you know.

Eileen gave a worried chirp, touching Walter's arm and gently squeezing. Why is he so worried? ]

Jeez, talking to Wash was more riveting than this. No, wait, Wash is pretty amusing sometimes. I need something even worse.

...Sharkface. Talking to Sharkface was more interesting. And wow that dude sucks so much, just... such a boring asshole for someone who paints sharks on everything. Including his guns. And his body. [What is he even talking about anymore?] Seriously who the fuck even gets shark tattoos? What kind of moron is that dedicated to a team?

[He's... He's just sort of going on and on now...]

[ That's fine. It's easier to tune out when he's rambling about other people Walter doesn't know. Instead he listens to Eileen. She touches his face to get him to open his eyes and squeezes his shoulder. The Flareon makes a soft sound, forcing him to look at it again. She wagged her tail at the attention, sitting up on him. ]

I swear you can't get through one conversation with that asshole without him bringing up his tragic backstory. Like, okay, we get it! Your friends died, it sucks, move on! Maybe get some therapy, I mean, jesus.

Though honestly he needs therapy for choosing to call himself SHARKFACE in the first place. Like he's some kinda comic book villain. Some people are just allergic to normal goddamn names.

[............does he even remember the point of talking to Walter anymore]

[ Eileen, finally, eased the Flareon off his chest and onto his legs, allowing him to slowly rise up onto his elbows, watching for any sudden lunge. When none came, he righted himself into a sit. The Flareon immediately dove for one of hands, causing him to freeze again - but she was just shoving her nose under his palm, forcing him to touch the top of her head. ]

Mind you, my partner is no better. Can't even get himself a normal goddamn codename, no, he has to call himself after his armor. I swear, I'm like the one person on that goddamn ship that isn't insane? It's like everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by morons and crazy people. Or moronic crazy people, sometimes, but that's a whole other thing--

And seriously are you just gonna pet that dogfox thing, because wow.

[ The Flareon's ears twitch and she turns to look towards the camera. What was that. Walter drew back his hand, causing the Flareon to make a small, disappointed sound. Fortunately her shifting meant Walter could draw his legs up from under her and move to stand, feeling slightly better now he wasn't pinned under her. The Flareon tried to follow him but he took a few steps back ]

Now would you look at that. Finally properly upright again. Didn't expect that to be a challenge for you, sheesh.

Of course, your next challenge is making it over to your gear so you don't have to deal with me anymore. You think you can handle that, or is it just too much? I'm putting my odds at fifty/fifty right now. Though maybe that's too optimistic.

[ Nope, Walter's just leaving. He's not even going to bother with the Gear, he can pick it up later. Right now he's going to use the landline to contact someone who isn't Felix. He shuts the door after him, trapping the Flareon inside.

She whines a little...then turns and pounces towards the Gear. It's this thing's fault! Her trainer was about to pet her and someone said something to him! Upon spotting Felix, she narrowed her eyes and a raspy, unpleasant growl came from the creature's throat. The air around her seemed to glow a hellish red and her eyes darkened.

Then she swiped at the Gear, sending it skittering across the floor and turning it off. That man was going to pay for this! ]

[well that's fucking ominous]

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let me know if you want to just cut this off at any point okay??

i'm tempted to see how long I can keep this going but feel free to stop if you want

let's see how it goes for now!

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