Alfred Ashford (
twinsanity) wrote2014-05-19 10:54 am
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Entry tags:
- !ic,
- **anonymous,
- *action,
- *text,
- @bertholdt fubar,
- @edward elric,
- @france,
- @isaac mcdougal,
- @walter,
- also catherine,
- also prim,
- also wilfred,
- and none for you bye,
- clearly it's story hour,
- entertain him you assholes,
- for fuck's sake,
- he grew up in antarctica okay,
- obviously a pokemon master,
- pride of the ashford family,
- really really roundabout questions,
- responsible human behavior,
- somebody make him stop talking,
- this never ends well,
- this sort of shit's always a good sign,
- totally not lonely shut up,
- why this,
- why we can't have nice things
007. [Anonymous Text / Action for Goldenrod City]
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[The text that hits the device tonight is the sort that obviously comes from some sort of hacked ID - it's poorly done, but at the same time well-done enough that you're just going to get a lot of static and glitching if you're going to try to work out who it is. More of an obviously anon setting than a device that's pretending to belong to someone else, basically.]
Tell me about recurring dreams you've had.
Not necessarily nightmares, though I suppose those are fine. Just those dreams you've had over and over again, the ones your mind keeps coming back to.
If you're expecting psychoanalysis you won't get it, since I'm not being paid nearly well enough to do that for the lot of you and I've no interest in it besides. I'm just interested in talking and hoping you'll say something interesting.
[...okay then.]
[Action - Goldenrod City]
[Well, abrasive texts or not, Alfred can actually be found outside today; it's warm today (even if his internal clock is still yelling at him that it shouldn't be, and he is never going to get used to the damn weather in this hemisphere) and he's taking the opportunity to spend time in the park, watching his Pokémon...play? Are they playing? It looks like they might be; it's either that or it's a level one slapfight that's more ineffectual than anything, between a Sewaddle and what looks to be a male Combee.
After a bit of watching it'll become clear that this is, in fact, a slapfight, and one that the poor Sewaddle is not going to be winning; it keeps getting a shot of Gust in the face and unfortunately Tackle isn't landing too well right now, due to the abovementioned...well, Gusting to the face, and after a few rounds of this the Sewaddle is basically ending up spending more time kind of lying on the ground in a universally understood gesture of "I have run out of fucks to give" rather than actually fighting.
Alfred, unfortunately, seems to be taking no pity whatsoever on the poor damn thing - he's sitting on one of the benches nearby, leaning idly over his legs where they're crossed at the knee, chin propped in his hand while he watches; he's also got at least one bug he's not particularly interested in deathmatching, if the ever-present Joltik on his shoulder is any indication. As it is, said Joltik apparently gives no fucks about what's going on and Alfred himself just sort of rolls his eyes when the Sewaddle flops over, reaching out for the bag he's got with him and spraying it in the face with a Potion.]
Oh, no, you don't. Get back in there.
[Alfred, that thing is going to hate you before it even reaches level 5, what are you doing.]
[The text that hits the device tonight is the sort that obviously comes from some sort of hacked ID - it's poorly done, but at the same time well-done enough that you're just going to get a lot of static and glitching if you're going to try to work out who it is. More of an obviously anon setting than a device that's pretending to belong to someone else, basically.]
Tell me about recurring dreams you've had.
Not necessarily nightmares, though I suppose those are fine. Just those dreams you've had over and over again, the ones your mind keeps coming back to.
If you're expecting psychoanalysis you won't get it, since I'm not being paid nearly well enough to do that for the lot of you and I've no interest in it besides. I'm just interested in talking and hoping you'll say something interesting.
[...okay then.]
[Action - Goldenrod City]
[Well, abrasive texts or not, Alfred can actually be found outside today; it's warm today (even if his internal clock is still yelling at him that it shouldn't be, and he is never going to get used to the damn weather in this hemisphere) and he's taking the opportunity to spend time in the park, watching his Pokémon...play? Are they playing? It looks like they might be; it's either that or it's a level one slapfight that's more ineffectual than anything, between a Sewaddle and what looks to be a male Combee.
After a bit of watching it'll become clear that this is, in fact, a slapfight, and one that the poor Sewaddle is not going to be winning; it keeps getting a shot of Gust in the face and unfortunately Tackle isn't landing too well right now, due to the abovementioned...well, Gusting to the face, and after a few rounds of this the Sewaddle is basically ending up spending more time kind of lying on the ground in a universally understood gesture of "I have run out of fucks to give" rather than actually fighting.
Alfred, unfortunately, seems to be taking no pity whatsoever on the poor damn thing - he's sitting on one of the benches nearby, leaning idly over his legs where they're crossed at the knee, chin propped in his hand while he watches; he's also got at least one bug he's not particularly interested in deathmatching, if the ever-present Joltik on his shoulder is any indication. As it is, said Joltik apparently gives no fucks about what's going on and Alfred himself just sort of rolls his eyes when the Sewaddle flops over, reaching out for the bag he's got with him and spraying it in the face with a Potion.]
Oh, no, you don't. Get back in there.
[Alfred, that thing is going to hate you before it even reaches level 5, what are you doing.]
[text - here we goooo]
[anon text forever]
Either. Both, if you feel like sharing.
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I did once have dreams I remember in full that I think were prophetic. At the time I thought I was mistaken but in the first of them I met someone I saw to his face on the next day.
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What else did those dreams of yours predict?
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[...so, maybe blackmail material, in the right situation...?]
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action!
One of the drawbacks of having a dog that size? If they get stubborn, they can be hard to control, especially if something catches their interest. In this case, the sounds of that... slap... fight gained the attention of (1) massive, fluffy Arcanine and (1) Bertholt sitting on its back while tugging at its fur with a frown.]
Hachi, come on!
[NOPENOPE. Hachi's going to investigate! He's even voicing his intentions with a garbled 'Noooooooooo,' and just as Bert's about to protest again? He spots Alfred.
...Alfred what in the world.]
Ha--Alfred?
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What in the world indeed.]
Well, hello there, Bertholt.
[It's not displeased, but still, the "what the hell" is strong with this one.]
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[Hachi no don't get up in that poor Sewaddle's face can't you see it's having a bad time already? --Nooooo, that doesn't mean 'get in the Combee's face'! Arcanine pls.]
Hachi! Behave--Um... How've you been?
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Fine, just a bit sleepless lately, and if I didn't get out of my room I was going to go absolutely mad. So here I am.
You seem...
[Pointed look at that dog.]
...Busy.
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[It takes a couple more tugs to get Hachi to leave the poor little things alone and focus his attention on Alfred instead. It's not the best alternative, but hey! This is a new person!]
I-I, um... I-I'm not really busy though--S-Sorry about him, he's... curious.
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[Text]
[Well, it can't hurt...]
[There's a longer text that follows after the first, knee-jerk one.]
I sometimes dream of the past. I suppose those dreams could be classified as recurring, since they're memories of events that have already been.
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And I suppose that counts. What sort of dreams are they?
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Do you have any such dreams?
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[ANONYMOUS TEXT]
The dreams I keep having are variations on memories. For the most part the dream is the same as what actually happened, but sometimes there's something completely off about it - like a person being in the dream when they weren't there while it was happening, or an event playing out in a different way.
[anonymous text forever]
That's strange, though, that your dreams should be literal ones like that. I've never had any like that, anyway, they're always strange in some way.
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From what I've heard, most people seem to have very abstract dreams; I don't remember hearing about anyone else dreaming of past events so literally. Some of the things I've done were horrible though, so I'm not really surprised I'm reliving those things in dreams.
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Even now, when all of that is in the past and I managed to correct some of the mistakes I made, I can still see the nightmare. Not as often as before, but enough to still keep me on my toes.
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What I tried to create was something quite the opposite of that.
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