?????????? i havent even met him yet thats not the point
but there this guy that came around with the new batch of recruits
[ AND THAT'S ALL HE SENDS BECAUSE HE HAS NO IDEA HOW TO CONTINUE THIS, chances are Peter would respond before he can think of something let's be real here ]
well for one, don't freak out. two, idk if anything too crazy happens but you probably should avoid telling him his own future, if you're from further along than he is
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
i've made that mistake and scared the dude off and now no one believes me about anything i say
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
but man just talk to him? find out what it's like where he's from. Just ease into things, there's no helping how awkward it is
okay look that is one of the weirder things. Relationships and the like aren't necessarily the same as you remember. Some people might exist there you've never heard of, and some that you know might not exist there either
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
you'll have to take his word for it, unless he's a notorious fibber
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
ugh don't even start i'm still mad
and after the announcement goes up, this thread is actually day 119 btw
[Thank god for the tracking function on the cuffs. A feature he'd mostly used to avoid getting too close to most of the people that he was mad at (or any of the instructors) but now, he has a reason to use it. There's so many names on that list that he needs to find. Marco, Akame. Jack.
But he'd been in the middle of messaging Green and the guy dropped off the face of Macha.
He's running, leaping up and over the tops of rovers and when their dots finally connect on the cuff he leaps down, like a hawk's swoop and skids on a cat's landing, all fours. Ready to go.
[ Green's still having a hard time trying to process just what happened.
The amount of excruciating pain he just went through is gone, no lasting effects despite the blood - his blood - that he saw on the ground once he woke up again. He shouldn't feel so detached about it, he thinks, but it feels like it happened some weird life time ago, where he doesn't have to worry about it.
Kind of like he doesn't really want to worry about the messages he's received on his phone. Reading those means acknowledging that whatever that was -- it was real.
He's standing, at least. Staring blankly out into the trees, but standing regardless. Whatever reflexes he should possess are gone apparently, barely flickering a finger the moment he realizes someone's landed near by. Normally, Arcanine should be out by now, but Green just barely manages to turn around when he hears the voice - everything about him is lagging. ]
What -- [ His words too, apparently, green eyes wide and surprised. He doesn't look that bad, aside from his mess of a hair. Definitely nothing like someone who felt like they were going to explode a few minutes ago. ]
Don't you freaking "what" me, you stupid... [And here is where Peter loses his patience.
He's upright, and though the other boy stands five inches taller than he does there's zero hesitation about bullying him around. Peter shoves at his shoulders and shoves hard, his teeth gritted.]
What the hell did you stop answering your messages for?!
There's no way in his current mental state that he could fight to keep his balance, instead toppling to the floor again, landing on his back. Anger should spike up by this point, mouth already insulting Peter because sorry, I was busy dying.
But it doesn't come, expression shifting towards something strangely calm. ] I was busy. [ It's not his intention to hide what he just went through, but ... you know. It just happened. ]
[Peter is, under the thick fog of anger, actually sorry he pushed him down off his feet. But that dumb look on his face is infuriating, because by now Green should know how serious this crap is, and if something had happened to him and Peter never found him, never got to stop it in time?
He'd go nuts. Even more nuts than he already is.]
Did you not see Dagger's message? They failed us. On the missions, there's a whole list of people that freaking failed, and we're both on it, and they're saying to expect punishments. Is that a joke to you? Don't you ever wonder why they took Cortana away?
Answer your messages if people are worried about you! This isn't a game, idiot!
[ Concern isn't an emotion that Green's familiar with. Certainly, he's had his sister, the ever constant presence in his life, the one person who probably loves him a lot more than he realizes - and he realizes plenty of it already. Regardless, outside of that? It's not often that someone shows concern like this - there are his trainers at the gym, who, from time to time ask where he disappeared to the last couple of days, but don't press it when it sounds like he won't answer. There's his grandfather, who -- well, he's busy enough already.
So especially in a state like this, Green's not sure how to react, entirely.
To be fair, he's not emotionally stunted. He recognizes concern when he sees it, it's just ... surprising to see it come from Peter (because the texts to a dead man weren't concern, nope). This is just the hardest part. ]
I saw the message.
It's not a joke - Cortana got transferred. [ "There's a difference", he wants to say. But somehow he might be fixating on the wrong thing. ] Do you know what the punishment is?
[ He still sounds calm, because he can hardly believe it himself. He knows it's not a game, and by this point he should probably be angry; but he can't find it in himself to be, not when he feels so numb about just about everything in his life at the moment. ]
They told us she got transferred. She come to you in person, telling you she was swapping ships? All I know is one day she was in the rover with me, and the next she was totally AWOL. Do you really think we can take everything they say at face value, Green?
[He doesn't even address the punishment itself. He's too locked in on this tirade, too tired of seeing this guy try to shrug it all off, pretend it's hunky dory and he can turn a blind eye to anything remotely amiss, pretend like the world wasn't going down in flames around their ears.
He'd never so much as made a peep about what happened with Peter after he came back. Peter's no psychologist but he knows how crap that's gonna turn out. It's a habit that Green needs to break, and the sooner the better.]
Maybe you're new to this. That's fine. But the fact of the matter was that on that list of like twenty transfers, there were also six people they left dead. They showed us that video of them ripping apart the robot guy to prove a goddamn point. This is how companies — this is how bigwigs get away with all the shady things they do. They have all the information in a stranglehold. If someone says something they don't like, they have the men and the means to find out about it. And they more than have the power to make those problems disappear.
And if you're going to be finding your name on a list of problems, Green, you better start getting worried about it. Because they have our whole lives and our homeworlds in a fucking chokehold, and you better believe they will not let go until you've given them double what they've asked for.
[Furious, his breath has turned manic with the power of the tirade. Because he'd had to spell it out before, and nobody ever seemed to get it. Mary Jane kept on running headlong into danger over him.
And if Green wasn't going to keep his dumb freaking head down, and take this seriously, or even at least acknowledge it? Then he'd snap at him as many times as it took.
The power in him deflates. His lips are locked tight, and he glares at Green for a fraction of a second longer. Then he turns on his heel and stalks away.
What a waste of time.
Then the light from his cuff blinks out. Peter pauses, raising it high and flicking it the inert metal.]
Should Green had been feeling a little more sluggish, there would have been a punch thrown somewhere in here, followed by harsh words of his own -- what does Peter know, anyway? He knows nothing about the Pokemon that are in CDC custody, nothing about the underlying threat that if he screws up, his pokemon suffer first.
He doesn't have a choice but to feel hunky dory about all of this. If he doesn't, if he decides to rebel, it's over for all for all of them, and he can't ... let them down like that again.
But it's not like he'll tell Peter this; he's ... tired, despite the adrenaline that he was surely feeling moments ago. He doesn't want to talk about this anymore, not when he's just felt the threat physically. He just kind of wants to get away from it all, the faster the better.
So when the other boy begins to stomp off, Green doesn't stop him. He doesn't want to stop him, there's absolutely no reason to --
Only his eyes pin point the flicker of the cuffs, thanks years of being a pokemon trainer, and his heart drops. ]
Parker - [ He calls out, scrambling up to stand and somehow finding the energy to catch up to the other, this can't be happening now damn it. ]
[First thing that goes is his spider sense. His head is actually knocked back by the force of it, like getting clobbered by the bells of Notre Dame. It's almost a physical beating in itself and Peter doubles over with a scream, clutching his hair. Threatening to yank it all out. There's a dribble of blood curling over his lip, a silent escape from his nose.
Then the real punishment begins.
He's had this in degrees. In the aftermath of the flood, when the Hulk had gone batso and chased that demon thing back into the portal, then tried to crush the portal and everything blew up and was bathed in white light, all Peter remembers is the crushing force of cement. They'd found him underneath it, they'd said, buried and maskless. They had thought he was dead.
This time, it's like having the whole of the Empire State Building careen into his insides. The bones are left unbruised, the skin unmarred.
But he can't breath. Peter falls to the ground with a retching gasp. Someone's stuck a wrecking ball inside of him and is swinging it around, crushing everything to pulp. He's spitting up blood into the grass, twitching. Gasping. The air is poison and yet he keeps gulping it down. His spider sense won't stop blaring.
Thirty seconds is a lifetime when you've been blinded to time and reason.]
[ Green's seen dire situations before - there's nothing worse than a grass pokemon that's been burned or frozen, a flying pokemon struck by lightning, or a psychic pokemon suffering from nightmares. It's painful to watch, in some ways, as friendly as the sport is supposed to get.
But there's a difference between what he used to see and what he's seeing now, with the added uncertainty of ... not knowing if Peter could really get better. Because he may have lucked out, but what if -- why did he separate from that girl, again?
(Is this what he looked like when he was going through his punishment?)
So for a moment, he's frozen on the spot as the other teen falls to the ground, body unwilling to move as his brain tries to process the scene in front of him. He understands, yes, he knows what's going on -- but it's about finding the means to react to it.
He's never felt this helpless this many times in a day.
Luckily, some part of him kicks his body into motion, and he's stumbling toward the other to reach for his shoulder. ] Parker-! [ He calls out, in vain hopes that the teen could hear the other; but when it doesn't happen, he takes the next natural step.
He's not meant for this kind of strength - but right now sending Arcanine out is a bad idea, not when he's a bit of a wreck too. A trainer's supposed to be strong for his pokemon.
So it takes some maneuvering, eyes constantly checking Peter's face for something that would give away a sudden increase in pain, but he manages to get the other on his back. It's .. not the best way to carry a potentially dying person over to the medical rover, but Green's not taking his chances with any other hold, not when he's still not sure how healthy he is yet.
Hopefully, whoever they find at medical is capable enough to save him regardless. ]
late d115
parker you said u have a
double here right [ Hi hello I hope your mission went well ]
get out of my inbox
what did he do
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
i already know he's four inches taller than me don't rub it in
never, starts building a house here
?????????? i havent even met him yet thats not the point
but there this guy that came around with the new batch of recruits
[ AND THAT'S ALL HE SENDS BECAUSE HE HAS NO IDEA HOW TO CONTINUE THIS, chances are Peter would respond before he can think of something let's be real here ]
slaps eviction notice on your door
oh okay
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
which guy
[Because guy refers to men. not tiny children...]
sheds a tear, how could you be so coldhearted
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
how many pokemon trainers have you seen around here
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
his names red
only this ones 12 or something
i'm all ice on the inside
oh yeah the one with the...dragon pokemon?
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
is he your brother?
you're not dagger...
lizard
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
NO
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
??????? do we look alike
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his name is red and yours is green?
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
i don't even look like my own doppelganger okay anything is possible
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
what's up then? is he a different version of someone you know?
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and????
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
yeah hes supposed to be this kid i knew from my hometown
sort of? he apparently still is only hes nothing like what i know of the guy
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
how do you deal with this
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oh man
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
well for one, don't freak out. two, idk if anything too crazy happens but you probably should avoid telling him his own future, if you're from further along than he is
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
i've made that mistake and scared the dude off and now no one believes me about anything i say
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
but man just talk to him? find out what it's like where he's from. Just ease into things, there's no helping how awkward it is
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so dont talk about how he disappears out of the blue got it
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
the thing is apparently theres a Green where hes from too
but they ... got along differently compared to me and the red i know
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
but how the hell do you screw up so badly no one believes you
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He disappears? What?
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
He's not dead is he?
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
okay look that is one of the weirder things. Relationships and the like aren't necessarily the same as you remember. Some people might exist there you've never heard of, and some that you know might not exist there either
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
you'll have to take his word for it, unless he's a notorious fibber
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
ugh don't even start i'm still mad
and after the announcement goes up, this thread is actually day 119 btw
Green?
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green answer me a list came up of mission failures and they say they're going to punish us and both of our names are on there
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oh for god's sake green don't you freaking do this
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
stay where you are i'm coming for you
Action? And after he gets healed by Ino's boobs, handwaves time stamps
But he'd been in the middle of messaging Green and the guy dropped off the face of Macha.
He's running, leaping up and over the tops of rovers and when their dots finally connect on the cuff he leaps down, like a hawk's swoop and skids on a cat's landing, all fours. Ready to go.
And there's Green. Standing upright.]
...Are you serious.
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The amount of excruciating pain he just went through is gone, no lasting effects despite the blood - his blood - that he saw on the ground once he woke up again. He shouldn't feel so detached about it, he thinks, but it feels like it happened some weird life time ago, where he doesn't have to worry about it.
Kind of like he doesn't really want to worry about the messages he's received on his phone. Reading those means acknowledging that whatever that was -- it was real.
He's standing, at least. Staring blankly out into the trees, but standing regardless. Whatever reflexes he should possess are gone apparently, barely flickering a finger the moment he realizes someone's landed near by. Normally, Arcanine should be out by now, but Green just barely manages to turn around when he hears the voice - everything about him is lagging. ]
What -- [ His words too, apparently, green eyes wide and surprised. He doesn't look that bad, aside from his mess of a hair. Definitely nothing like someone who felt like they were going to explode a few minutes ago. ]
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He's upright, and though the other boy stands five inches taller than he does there's zero hesitation about bullying him around. Peter shoves at his shoulders and shoves hard, his teeth gritted.]
What the hell did you stop answering your messages for?!
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There's no way in his current mental state that he could fight to keep his balance, instead toppling to the floor again, landing on his back. Anger should spike up by this point, mouth already insulting Peter because sorry, I was busy dying.
But it doesn't come, expression shifting towards something strangely calm. ] I was busy. [ It's not his intention to hide what he just went through, but ... you know. It just happened. ]
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[Peter is, under the thick fog of anger, actually sorry he pushed him down off his feet. But that dumb look on his face is infuriating, because by now Green should know how serious this crap is, and if something had happened to him and Peter never found him, never got to stop it in time?
He'd go nuts. Even more nuts than he already is.]
Did you not see Dagger's message? They failed us. On the missions, there's a whole list of people that freaking failed, and we're both on it, and they're saying to expect punishments. Is that a joke to you? Don't you ever wonder why they took Cortana away?
Answer your messages if people are worried about you! This isn't a game, idiot!
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So especially in a state like this, Green's not sure how to react, entirely.
To be fair, he's not emotionally stunted. He recognizes concern when he sees it, it's just ... surprising to see it come from Peter (because the texts to a dead man weren't concern, nope). This is just the hardest part. ]
I saw the message.
It's not a joke - Cortana got transferred. [ "There's a difference", he wants to say. But somehow he might be fixating on the wrong thing. ] Do you know what the punishment is?
[ He still sounds calm, because he can hardly believe it himself. He knows it's not a game, and by this point he should probably be angry; but he can't find it in himself to be, not when he feels so numb about just about everything in his life at the moment. ]
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[He doesn't even address the punishment itself. He's too locked in on this tirade, too tired of seeing this guy try to shrug it all off, pretend it's hunky dory and he can turn a blind eye to anything remotely amiss, pretend like the world wasn't going down in flames around their ears.
He'd never so much as made a peep about what happened with Peter after he came back. Peter's no psychologist but he knows how crap that's gonna turn out. It's a habit that Green needs to break, and the sooner the better.]
Maybe you're new to this. That's fine. But the fact of the matter was that on that list of like twenty transfers, there were also six people they left dead. They showed us that video of them ripping apart the robot guy to prove a goddamn point. This is how companies — this is how bigwigs get away with all the shady things they do. They have all the information in a stranglehold. If someone says something they don't like, they have the men and the means to find out about it. And they more than have the power to make those problems disappear.
And if you're going to be finding your name on a list of problems, Green, you better start getting worried about it. Because they have our whole lives and our homeworlds in a fucking chokehold, and you better believe they will not let go until you've given them double what they've asked for.
[Furious, his breath has turned manic with the power of the tirade. Because he'd had to spell it out before, and nobody ever seemed to get it. Mary Jane kept on running headlong into danger over him.
And if Green wasn't going to keep his dumb freaking head down, and take this seriously, or even at least acknowledge it? Then he'd snap at him as many times as it took.
The power in him deflates. His lips are locked tight, and he glares at Green for a fraction of a second longer. Then he turns on his heel and stalks away.
What a waste of time.
Then the light from his cuff blinks out. Peter pauses, raising it high and flicking it the inert metal.]
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Should Green had been feeling a little more sluggish, there would have been a punch thrown somewhere in here, followed by harsh words of his own -- what does Peter know, anyway? He knows nothing about the Pokemon that are in CDC custody, nothing about the underlying threat that if he screws up, his pokemon suffer first.
He doesn't have a choice but to feel hunky dory about all of this. If he doesn't, if he decides to rebel, it's over for all for all of them, and he can't ... let them down like that again.
But it's not like he'll tell Peter this; he's ... tired, despite the adrenaline that he was surely feeling moments ago. He doesn't want to talk about this anymore, not when he's just felt the threat physically. He just kind of wants to get away from it all, the faster the better.
So when the other boy begins to stomp off, Green doesn't stop him. He doesn't want to stop him, there's absolutely no reason to --
Only his eyes pin point the flicker of the cuffs, thanks years of being a pokemon trainer, and his heart drops. ]
Parker - [ He calls out, scrambling up to stand and somehow finding the energy to catch up to the other, this can't be happening now damn it. ]
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Then the real punishment begins.
He's had this in degrees. In the aftermath of the flood, when the Hulk had gone batso and chased that demon thing back into the portal, then tried to crush the portal and everything blew up and was bathed in white light, all Peter remembers is the crushing force of cement. They'd found him underneath it, they'd said, buried and maskless. They had thought he was dead.
This time, it's like having the whole of the Empire State Building careen into his insides. The bones are left unbruised, the skin unmarred.
But he can't breath. Peter falls to the ground with a retching gasp. Someone's stuck a wrecking ball inside of him and is swinging it around, crushing everything to pulp. He's spitting up blood into the grass, twitching. Gasping. The air is poison and yet he keeps gulping it down. His spider sense won't stop blaring.
Thirty seconds is a lifetime when you've been blinded to time and reason.]
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But there's a difference between what he used to see and what he's seeing now, with the added uncertainty of ... not knowing if Peter could really get better. Because he may have lucked out, but what if -- why did he separate from that girl, again?
(Is this what he looked like when he was going through his punishment?)
So for a moment, he's frozen on the spot as the other teen falls to the ground, body unwilling to move as his brain tries to process the scene in front of him. He understands, yes, he knows what's going on -- but it's about finding the means to react to it.
He's never felt this helpless this many times in a day.
Luckily, some part of him kicks his body into motion, and he's stumbling toward the other to reach for his shoulder. ] Parker-! [ He calls out, in vain hopes that the teen could hear the other; but when it doesn't happen, he takes the next natural step.
He's not meant for this kind of strength - but right now sending Arcanine out is a bad idea, not when he's a bit of a wreck too. A trainer's supposed to be strong for his pokemon.
So it takes some maneuvering, eyes constantly checking Peter's face for something that would give away a sudden increase in pain, but he manages to get the other on his back. It's .. not the best way to carry a potentially dying person over to the medical rover, but Green's not taking his chances with any other hold, not when he's still not sure how healthy he is yet.
Hopefully, whoever they find at medical is capable enough to save him regardless. ]
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