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[even though Sora always has, and always will believe his mantra that there is no such thing as never seeing a friend again-- enough so that it's a sentiment he's willing to share with the rest of the network-- some days and some unexpected goodbyes are just plain harder than others.]

[it's part of the reason why it's well into the afternoon and he's still in his pajamas, and on and off beneath the covers and staring off some distance, lost in thought. Sora had managed to keep to himself for most of last week, and has made a point not to not bring up any behavior he might have witnessed with Riku, but... now that it's all worn off, he just feels miserable. too many people to miss. thinking about how Kairi isn't here is an intrusive thought he can't seem to really shake, either.]

[still, unkempt as Sora is today, he still manages to arrive at one conclusion that... takes the edge off, at least: it's all right to be sad. it's all right to hurt, especially when you lose someone that means the worlds to you, even if it's been a while... but now's a good reminder as any that there are still people here that he loves, and needs to stay with. meeting the rest again will happen when the time is right. right?]

[to that end, everyone Sora has ever spoken with, even if it was just once or twice, and... well, even if they didn't speak on very pleasant terms, might find a text message popping onto their 'gears:]

Are you still here?

Hi.

( bonus private text to Heather Mason )

[the feed cuts in abruptly, showing an egg settled carefully in what looks like a pile of scarf and blanket. there's nothing really spectacular about this particular image-- it's just a pale yellow egg with a few brown spots.]

[well, the Mudkip approximately the size of a teacup perched atop it is a little weird, but it's not the first Pokémon Sora's ever had to attempt to incubate an egg. you just... keep on keeping, Behemoth.]

[when Sora bends down to get a better look, and his face lowers into view, however, he looks several thousand layers of pleased as he pokes a finger out to nudge at Behemoth and the egg gently.]

Y'know what this is? I mean, besides an egg. [Behemoth flails a stubby limb at Sora with a high-pitched chirp, before toppling comically right off the egg.]

To me, it looks like hope-- faith in this place. I mean, if Puddles managed to get lost for a few months, and then finally found his way back to everyone he really cares about, I don't see why the rest of us can't. Even if we're all from different worlds, or even if someone goes back to their world, you know?

Just something to think about, I guess.

[the feed cuts off abruptly there, but about an hour later, a text is sent out to the entire network. no better way to start than to find the pokémon he was separated from when he first went home. and Kairi... well, he'll see her again one way or another, whether it's here or at home. that's a thought that'll keep him smiling for as long as he's here.]

( MISSING )

What's the best way to hang on to something really important to you? Do you keep it close to you, or do you lock it up somewhere safe?

[... not that Sora is entirely aware of a way to lock memories up somewhere safe, but if it comes to the point that he can't keep them in his heart where they belong, like he's concluded after a hazy dream last week and the way Naminé acted around him earlier, he's starting to think he's well on his way to figuring something out.]

[whether you contact him through the gear or seek him out somewhere in Olivine, you're likely to find him in one of two places: he might be in his room he's sharing with Kairi and Riku at the inn, where there are pieces of paper strewn everywhere. all over the bed, on the nightstands, the desk in the corner... Sora's right in the middle of the mess, trying to figure out the best way to sort everything.]

[or you may find him flat on his back along the shoreline, staring up at the sky-- just like how one might find him if he were back home. if there's one thing that doesn't ever change, no matter how the rest of the world changes, it's the sounds of the ocean.]

( ooc cut/info -- Sora's personal notes )

( private texts to Hope, Leon and Rise )

[video]

[now, Sora had only meant to send those text messages early this morning, but Teddy, being the tech savvy little furball that he is, saw fit to grab the pokégear and snap a recording for Johto's Funniest Home Videos. Sora is seated on the ground somewhere in Ilex Forest, his head tilted waaaay back to look up at his beast of a Skarmory. a beast of a Skarmory with a squirming and squealing Caterpie wedged in her beak, and a Skarmory who is leaning down and giving Sora a fairly "YOU BETTER WISE UP AND LISTEN TO ME, YOUNG MAN," sort of look.]

[Metal Chocobo caws around the bug. Sora shakes his head fervently.] No.

[a muffled squawk that could probably rival her mother's. "but Trainer, it's breakfast time! and I caught you this delicious Caterpie! here comes the choochoo bird--"]

No! Look, I know I said I ate a few bugs as a kid, but I haven't in years! C'mon...

["SON, YOU ARE LUCKY I'M NOT EATING THIS THEN REGURGITATING IT ON YOU." Metal Chocobo looms closer, practically smashing the poor Caterpie against Sora's face-- and, like a stubborn and picky toddler, he clamps his mouth shut and tries to wedge his hands between his mouth and the bug.]

[unfortunately for Sora, Metal Chocobo has quite the height advantage. Sunday morning has turned into a battle of wits, kid against bird-- or at least, a battle of who's more stubborn.]

[there are a few unusual things about this here transmission: first, Sora's sending out a few text messages. they're... not exactly his first choice for communicating; he prefers being able to see someone's face when he's talking to them. that and he's painfully slow with hunting and pecking on a keyboard. he's got a good reason for going the text route today, though.]

Is everybody okay? I know all kinds of weird stuff's happened, and I want to make sure nobody's hurt.

[-- and unusual thing number two. though Sora is not much of a typist, he does at least try to make his texts grammatically correct. oh screw it, typing with one hand is annoying.]

let me know soon. also if you guys have any empty bottles hang on to them. or give them to me and i'll hold them for you. ive got an idea

if you find my stuff please be careful with dartanian_

[shortly after mashing the "send" button, Sora tosses his 'gear in front of him on the bed and sighs. tries to sigh. Bell waddles over to to where the 'gear hit the covers and turns it over and over with her tiny arm stubs, prii'ing happily to herself. feel free to make a video call, though you may be chatting with a Togepi at first.]

[if you happen to enter the pokécenter in Goldenrod, you might hear Sora arguing feebly with a nurse and basically being the worst patient ever.]

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To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art

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Entries tagged with +text

Re: 005; text

Re: 004; video/text later

027; [text/action for Olivine]

025; [texts and video/action for buddies in Ilex Forest]

015; [text/action for goldenrod pokécenter]

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