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[It's been a while since Valentine's, and he's noticed the people he knows have been awfully quiet since then. He's been pretty quiet himself, perhaps a little embarrassed even, over his reaction to the holiday, almost thankful that the calls he was sending were either going through to voicemail or just not being picked up.
That was until he got to Alfred's number. Alfred was never too busy to pick up, or respond quickly after missing a call, he'd learnt that already, but now... He couldn't even get through to the number, listening to the automated message a few times before the reality of the situation could sink in. Alfred was gone.
He'd gone home... Before him.
That was.... That was just, just... unfair.
He tried a few more times to get through, moving onto text when audio was obviously getting him nowhere, trying to get a grip on what exactly he was feeling, the emotion confusing at best; Part of him was glad the other was gone, back to where they belonged (hopefully) and wasn't stuck in this hole like the rest of them, while another part of him was furious that Alfred, who had only just got here, had gotten out so easily- was making friends the way out or something? Hit a quota and you were spat out? It wouldn't surprise him in this place- it was just as stupid as Alfred was.
He let his fingers slow from the rabid button mashing they'd kept to, sending out one last message to the populace before throwing the gear away from him- the urge to try calling the blonde one last time was still tingling in his fingers, swallowing down the other emotion that was lingering at the corners of his mind... There was no point getting upset the other man was gone, not now.]
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Alfred is gone. Good riddance.
[If you need him, he'll either be in Rocket HQsulking thinking, or just walking around town, trying to get out of his glass case of EMOTIONS.]
[It's been a while since Valentine's, and he's noticed the people he knows have been awfully quiet since then. He's been pretty quiet himself, perhaps a little embarrassed even, over his reaction to the holiday, almost thankful that the calls he was sending were either going through to voicemail or just not being picked up.
That was until he got to Alfred's number. Alfred was never too busy to pick up, or respond quickly after missing a call, he'd learnt that already, but now... He couldn't even get through to the number, listening to the automated message a few times before the reality of the situation could sink in. Alfred was gone.
He'd gone home... Before him.
That was.... That was just, just... unfair.
He tried a few more times to get through, moving onto text when audio was obviously getting him nowhere, trying to get a grip on what exactly he was feeling, the emotion confusing at best; Part of him was glad the other was gone, back to where they belonged (hopefully) and wasn't stuck in this hole like the rest of them, while another part of him was furious that Alfred, who had only just got here, had gotten out so easily- was making friends the way out or something? Hit a quota and you were spat out? It wouldn't surprise him in this place- it was just as stupid as Alfred was.
He let his fingers slow from the rabid button mashing they'd kept to, sending out one last message to the populace before throwing the gear away from him- the urge to try calling the blonde one last time was still tingling in his fingers, swallowing down the other emotion that was lingering at the corners of his mind... There was no point getting upset the other man was gone, not now.]
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Alfred is gone. Good riddance.
[If you need him, he'll either be in Rocket HQ
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Date: 2012-03-01 01:50 pm (UTC)Yī wàn.
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:42 pm (UTC)[The corners of his mouth lift, but his smile gets no further across his lips than that, and it doesn't even get to his eyes. He's not entirely sure what to think right now, apart from-]
Is very good to see you.
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Date: 2012-03-01 08:49 pm (UTC)It's good to see you too.
[He's a bit stuck on what to say next. It would be stupid to ask how he was doing considering the situation, so he just looks down at his feet. Though, he wondered what was going through the other's head upon seeing him dressed in Western clothes: jeans, a black jacket over a white shirt, black boots. Especially since he used to detest the Westerners so much back then. Technically, he still did deep down, he had just grown to tolerate them.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 10:04 pm (UTC)He moved forward, before really thinking about it, to take the other man's hand, pulling the other closer to him. They'd barely spoken since the train, but the idea of losing Yao, despite what the man had told him about the future, was not an entertaining idea.]
... Alfred is gone.
[He held the other man close for a little while longer, the odd half-embrace just enough to be a comfort, regardless of his overly pretentious, western clothes.]
Do not know when he left but he is gone.
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:02 pm (UTC)[There goes any one of his friends. It had for Billy it seems like any one he's close to seems to go away.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:09 pm (UTC)[He'll calm down a little though after a few minutes to type out another message.]
You were friends?
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:23 pm (UTC)Yes, we were I'm just shock that he's gone. [They were going to have fun and Alfred was going to teach him to be a hero.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:38 pm (UTC)[Which is most likely the opposite of what he'll be doing for a week or so, but whatever.]
Did he leave you anything? Most people leave things have noticed.
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:07 pm (UTC)[Killua was in a oddest moods lately. Even after Valentine's. He felt like he needed to connect with more people. Lose was oddly the easiest to work with.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:12 pm (UTC)People come back? Am hoping he does not return.
[Not unless Alfred likes knuckle sandwiches.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:21 pm (UTC)Even better most of the them, forget they've ever been here.
[The brat has so many mixed feelings on that.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:34 pm (UTC)...
Hope fist to face will aid memory if ever does come back.
Am supposing mass disappearing means other who left will be back? Or is too structured for Monsterland to work this way?
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Date: 2012-03-01 08:13 pm (UTC)How did you find out?
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Date: 2012-03-01 09:07 pm (UTC)[He sends the message, taking a few minutes to think before sending the add on;]
America leaving hurts more than it should.
[He's truthful about that too.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 09:15 pm (UTC)The way people suddenly disappear from this place makes their absence intensely jarring. There's no way to predict it or control it.
I'm going to miss him greatly, too.
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Date: 2012-03-01 10:09 pm (UTC)[Okay, that may have been a bit of a lie, but he was kind of annoying on occasion.]
At least will not have to worry about promise anymore.
[Because yeah, Team Rocket, despite everything, is a pretty cosy gig.]
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Date: 2012-03-02 01:39 am (UTC)NPCstrainers in Goldenrod. Literally skating; she's picked up a pair of roller-skates somewhere. She passes Ivan and backtracks a second later.]Heyya. Ivan, right?
[She studies him for a moment.]
Y'seem sorta down. You all right?
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Date: 2012-03-03 02:05 am (UTC)because what are psychology degrees~?all things considered.He stops for a moment, giving a slightly heavier sigh than he meant to.]
Am wanting to break something, but have very little in fragile things.
[Damn, would breaking something feel good right now. Suddenly going to the Department store seems like a wonderful idea...]
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Date: 2012-03-04 05:04 am (UTC)[Harley thinks for a moment.]
You gone down to the lab? I bet they got all kinds of breakable stuff.
[She's a helper.]
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Date: 2012-03-03 12:19 am (UTC)That explains why he wasn't in his room this morning. I got one of his Pokemon here with me.
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Date: 2012-03-03 02:13 am (UTC)Hmm.
[He's not entirely sure if that's a good or a bad thing.]
You are...?
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Date: 2012-03-04 03:17 pm (UTC)[But the fact that he said something to the network about someone being gone interests her.]
[If it really WAS 'good riddance', why would he make a point of telling everybody?]
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Date: 2012-03-04 03:49 pm (UTC)[His reply's a little too quick to be anything but a throw-away answer, but to be honest this isn't really something he wants to be thinking about. His feelings on Alfred have always been at least a little conflicting.]
Was not knowing Alfred? Did think he got to everyone.
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Date: 2012-03-05 06:51 am (UTC)I donn't think I knew anybody named Alfred[She HAD... but she knew him as America, not Alfred. Somehow she'd never managed to catch his 'regular' name...]
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