❋ EMP IC INBOX ❋

[golisolation]

GUZMA TEXT | AUDIO | IMAGE ✉

original code

Comments

text.

[torsion]

Hey, wake up.

You're going to come train with me. :)

[torsion]

Hey! Rise and shine!
Baggy clothes aren't for working out, so wear something sensible.
Or I'll put you into a sharpshooter. 💪

text.

[torsion]

Hey, just checking to see if you're alive.

text.

[golisolation]

as if anythin could kill me
u could just come see for urself ive just been in the woods

text

[broceanic]

hey asshole
one of your bugs is part electric right

text

[golisolation]

ya
y

text.

[latiosite]

Have you tired of acting so repugnant and decided to act as a man of your age ought to yet?

text.

[golisolation]

oh ho lookie here princess chief seems 2 be missin ya boy guzma!!

not gettin enuf from the old man I take it??

[Yeah he... barely even read that. If anything, it answers her question all the same.]

backdated to xmas eve? idk sure.

[torsion]

[ There's a gift box wrapped in a silver foil paper waiting for him that happens to have a pretty nice knife in it. Beside it, there's a box of a half dozen Mont Blanc and a small card perched atop it. No envelope, plain stationary, and folded so it is standing up. On the inside it simply says: Don't do anything I wouldn't do with it.

How sweet. ]

Wow he does not need a knife!!!

[golisolation]

[yeah, he knows who this is from, it's obvious. Well, beyond its presentation, there's about only one person on this floating shithole who would give enough of a crap to give him anything.

To say that it touches his little thug-pumper is an understatement, but he knows better than to express such sentimentality openly. He'll get her back for this, he don't know how, but he will!!]

[broceanic]

[jill has been gone on her trip for all of... three hours, and archie is already bored and lonely. he considers going to see someone else he knows-- asterios, simon... hell, maybe nanu or anabel. he doesn't, though, because it's quite late.

besides, there's already someone here.]

Yo, asshole! [he calls out, doesn't know exactly where guzma is in the house. probably in his room.] You wanna go out on the town? I'm bored.

[golisolation]

[Three hours can feel like an eternity if you don't got shit to do. If Jill was around, she'd likely get these boys to do something productive. Maybe do an exercise or twenty. But she isn't here, and Archie and Guzma are not the best people to leave alone to entertain themselves.

Maybe Jill should consider getting them a nanny...]

Yo!

[It's a prompt reply back to Archie's initial call. However, the question isn't immediately answered, at least not verbally. There's certainly the sound of a door opening, and footsteps as Guzma gets his lazy ass up to find Archie.]

Got anythin' in mind? Or we just gonna wing it?

[(Anonymous)]

[Guzma has been being followed.]

[The next time Guzma goes out on his own—whether it's on a trip to town, or a walk in the forest, it doesn't matter; what does is that he's not at Jill's house, and - most importantly - he's alone. Well...almost alone.]

[You see, as Guzma starts off on whatever outing he's chosen today, he is intercepted by a man. There's something about this man, he might find, that makes him remarkably unfamiliar. Guzma's never seen this truly unknown person before in his entire life, and can't recall anyone who might even look close to this guy. He's come upon a completely unrecognizable stranger—not uncommon in this world, for sure!]

[Of course, he can see what the person looks like, standing plainly in front of him! An older man with graying hair; eyes a reddish-brown of sorts; nondescript clothing like any other drifter might have; a poor posture similar to his own. But perhaps most noticeable is his delightfully coiffed mustache, curled up at the ends. It makes him seem like a fairly jaunty man, and the hearty greeting he offers to Guzma shares that impression.]

[ulaulakahuna]

Excuse me, young man! [calls out this foreign visitor, holding what appears to be an empty poké ball in his hand!] I was told I might find the owner of this curious little contraption around here? I'd be pleased as punch if I could return it to its rightful owner.

action!

[torsion]

[ Continued from here since idk if they have notifs on and I'm being polite!! ]

[ She waits expectantly, wondering what might be going on in his head. She gets that he's a bit more crass and sour to most other people (although she'd be surprised to see to what extent that is), but she thinks that she's a good judge of character. When no real answer comes, her frown is plenty obvious. ]

Listen. I don't know what's up, but you can't be going around like that. Nothing good will come from it. [ She might as well throw in a trust me for how she says it. But she's pretty sure he knows that she ran on anger until she burned through it all. ] If you want to talk about it, I'll listen and offer advice where I can but you also shouldn't feel like you have to.

[ She swerves around her chair as she gets to her feet, knocking it beneath the table with a push of her foot. Jill gathers up her handgun and takes a few steps forward before she leans with her hip against the tabletop. ]

You ever done any shooting? [ Almost casually. Like it's a full subject change. ] Great stress relief, let me tell you.

action!

[golisolation]

[It's tough to be forthright and honest about this shit. It's territory he's not used to, and like the Wimpod he referenced earlier, he too can be a bit of a coward even if he pretends otherwise.

Her scolding him, soft though it is, makes him look away from, eyes falling to his beer as his mouth presses into a thin line. He chooses to remain silent, not in an effort to shut her own, but rather because he's stuck contemplating talking to her about the feelings swirling in that empty head of his—]

Huh?

[But she distracts from it, and gives him the perfect chance to bury it again.]

Nah, never have.

[Guns aren't hugely common in a world where you have super powered monsters instead. It's not that they don't exist in some capacity, but the Pokèmon world ain't America.]

You offerin'?

text, CURRENT!!!

[torsion]

Guzma, I wasn't joking when I said I'd hunt you down.

[torsion]

Don't you dare do this to me.

I need you, you know. I'm not joking when I say that you're important. That you matter. And that it's not you, that it's me. I know it won't be easy to be... the way we were. But I don't think I can just deal with everyday without at least trying.

You're one of the most important people in my life. You caught me off guard since I... I didn't even think, it didn't occur to me that... that you could feel that way. It's just that... the feelings I have for my partner back home are complicated. He looked for me for nearly four years. I owe it to him, don't you think? I know... it's dumb. But if there's anything about me, I think that I'm dedicated and loyal. I can't just shrug it off or ignore our relationship.

If you need some space, I'll give it to you. But I can't just accept an empty room. I know that I joke about Golisopod all the time, but you matter. If he wasn't around I'd still care, I'd still fight for you. I'm sorry if I make it awkward and uncomfortable. But I don't have many friends, even back home. And without you...

[ Finally, there is something. Like a sigh, like pain, throbbing and uncertain. Red eyes and dragging along. Emptiness. Even through text, it's empty. ]

I don't want to disappoint you. But I'm not going to accept anything less than honesty. I'm not going to just settle and treat you like a... like a replacement. Because you're not. You're you.

Talk to me. Or just come back. Please. And... if you won't. Tell me about it, okay? Just offer me the same respect I've given you. I'll do whatever is comfortable for you, but we need to talk. Alright?

Thanks.

Um. Soon. Talk to me. Please.

backdated to the morning of 4/20

[(Anonymous)]

[Left without a knock or a note on Jill's doorstep—while Guzma's still home—is a good-sized tin of hot chocolate mix.]

[golisolation]

[OH WHO COULD POSSIBLY HAVE LEFT THIS HERE, WHO COULD HAVE POSSIBLY KNOWN OF GUZMA'S TRUE LOVE: TAPU COCOA??

]

hey

[bigdiamondenergy]

[she wishes she was surprised to see this. she's not, and she wouldn't have been right up until maybe... her 5th year of living? she's in her nebulous tens of thousands, now. yellow diamond has been scouring the forest for a tradesman she'd seen earlier, but to no avail. instead, she comes across guzma passed out in the grass. is this... is he dead?

bending down, yellow picks guzma up by his ankle, easily hefting him up. she's eight foot, so... hey, at least his head doesn't hit the ground?

how do you switch them back on?

she gives him a sharp shake.]

sup

[golisolation]

[Here Guzma was trying to have a nice nap in the grass. It's not weird or anything to just take a nice snooze in the middle of the woods!! Except maybe when you reek a little of alcohol and bad decisions, but that's just Guzma's natural scent!

His hangover makes Yellow's "assistance" that much worse, and while his hazy mind struggles to make sense of what's happening, his stomach is definitely not feeling this Topsy-turby handling. His eyes shoot open at the hoisting, and the shake, and a hand clasps over his mouth as he tries to hold back the nausea that's threatening to expel whatever contents might still be in him.

Surely this isn't what Yellow Diamond wanted, and neither did Guzma, but he's definitely "on" now.]

action; towards the endish of the month

[blueser]

[After the terrible state he'd woken up in the night after he'd... somehow ended up ushered back in from the forest by Guzma, Blue had to sourly contemplate whether he felt grateful towards the terrible excuse for an adult or just wanted to throw something at his head the next time he saw him.]

[Unfortunately, he wasn't in any position to have objects lobbed at him any time soon, as Blue discovers on a day later that month, when Eggy comes waddling back to their campground, his heads babbling amongst themselves with anxious concern.]

[Since he can't be violent anyway, Blue decides the next best thing is to go pay his thanks while having the opportunity to be annoying, a nice mix of the two. He barges into the cabin after bothering Archie to let him in, poking his fuzzy orange head into Guzma's room with a mix of concern and apprehension that he smothers with a big, annoying smirk.]

Ahhhh? So you really are all laid up, huh.....?

HERE WE GO FINALLY <3

[golisolation]

[It's been more than a week since that whole ordeal went down, and ordinarily he'd be in no position to really engage with people. However, Mipha's magic is wonderful, and it's sped up the healing process, and the blood regaining process. He's still a ways off from being 100%, and will be for some time, but he's well enough to engage with people.

Not that he wants Blue to be among those people, particularly when Nanu gave him quite a talking to about their little night of drinking. Because apparently!! Blue!! can't keep his mouth!! fucking shut!!

So there's no welcome for him, no warm expression seeing him. Nothing of the sort. Just a level and pointed glare. Where the fuck is Archie? Shouldn't he know to keep children away from recovering people? He'll have to kick his ass later.

He did catch that look before the smugness took over. Great, now this kid's pitying him too?]

What do you want, kid?

Action

[hundredmillyen]

[Sun had been avoiding visiting Jill’s cabin unless he got a message there was work thanks to her choice in roommates. But after the flop that was last month, he was trying to be productive again. At first he figured Jill would message him when she needed him so he focused on spending his time trying to clean his abandoned building.

Unfortunately he found out that the one other lady he picked up delivery work with as well had disappeared when he visited her store. So when Jill hadn’t contacted him after a while he was starting to get worried for the same... He did try messaging her eventually, but he was met with no reply. Not knowing of her death being that particular cause. At least he knew where she lived though, thus what was driving him to visit this afternoon despite the possibility of running into Guzma again.

So here he is, a little scruffy looking with some odd bandages here and there sheepishly knocking on the door. He’s trying to keep his usual pep and smile, but he’s far more fidgety than usual. He’s just worried she won’t be here either...]

[golisolation]

[Well, Sun's worries are unfortunately made manifest. It had been a few days since Guzma had seen Jill, and that worry that gripped him like when she had, well, died was on the rise again, so he too tried to contact her.

And likewise, he got nothing.

He hadn't spoken to anyone about it, figured maybe Archie knew, but didn't know how to bring it up. Went to the wall to confirm whether she had been killed again, or if she had gone home... turned out it was the latter. In a way, that was better, he supposed, but it still hurt. Still made his chest feel like it had caved in. His heart crushed upon seeing her name.

He's never been good at not wearing his heart on his sleeve, keeping his emotions in check, but he's especially not now. It was like a horrific déjà vu, where instead of feeling an odd sense of repeated familiarity, it was like a torturous rerun of shit you never asked to be exposed to.

With that said, it's of little surprise that when he yanks that door open, he looks a bit like a mess. There's a bottle of booze loosely held in his hand, he's only wearing his sweats, and his hair is an absolute mess, and mostly in his face with how wild it is. Particularly when he's done nothing to keep it in check, and those glasses aren't keeping it out of his face.

His jaw is tight, and his glare hard when he sees Sun—probably one of the last people he wants to see when he's like this. Or at all, for that matter. Last they met he had punched the kid, and hell, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing to repeat depending on what the hell the kid even wants.]

What.

[It's not a question, more a statement. A demand, even. His voice is rough and tired, and maybe Sun's sheepishness is well placed with the impending doom of Guzma's presence and emotions. Hell, the air is heavy and thick, and might even feel a little suffocating.]

voice sometime early in the month

[hundredmillyen]

[It's early in the afternoon when Sun reaches out to Guzma. There is a hesitant feeling along with the connection, but considering Sun wasn't sure who else to go to about this he pushes through.]

Hey Guzma, you got a minute? I think I need you for somethin'. A bit weird I know, but maybe you can help me out.

[golisolation]

[Early afternoon? THAT'S TOO EARLY... there's irritation that goes through the line, but Guzma does pick up.]

...What the fuck, brat?

[Wait, that's not what he means, fuck.]

Uh, what's... goin' on?

uh oh!!

[broceanic]

[he knew he wouldn't be here forever. he knew none of them would be here forever, though archie had hoped he wouldn't leave guzma behind.

for a while, he's been leaving a note out on his bed in case it happened-- putting it away every night. maybe guzma finds it eventually. it's not going anywhere. it's relatively thick; he's written down and saved all the recipes he'd made for the awful man over the course of their time here, as well as his best estimation of alolan malasadas. finally, a note:]

hey shithead, i guess i got fucked by whatever the hell it is that brought us here and it sent me home. sorry. i wish i could've stayed a little longer. we don't know each other back home and we don't know to seek each other out. i'm a decade behind you, anyway.

even if we can't do anything back home, knowing you here meant a lot. there's no-one i'd rather play dildo darts with or stab.

i'm gonna let gundam tanaka have crabrawler. he's a good kid, i think he'd be a fantastic trainer. he's an expert in the equivalent of raising baby pokémon and i think he's used to magic. you'd probably like him a lot.

we were getting there, right? be good. you're not as stupid or incapable of it as you think. love you, big man.

archie

[golisolation]

[By the time Guzma's found the note, he's already aware that Archie's gone. Didn't mean he'd admit it to anyone. Not even himself. He's pressed on, trying to keep things normal, trying to avoid any mention of it whatsoever. If someone tried to bring it up, Guzma ignores it like nothing as said at all. It's a cruel kinda of irony, he thinks, that not only is he the last of the trio to remain, that Archie would disappear after the botched attempt with Solgaleo to go home.

He knows it's better this way, even if it makes his heart ache. Archie didn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be here, yet here he remains. He's not even sure why he's gone into Archie's room. He didn't when Jill left, the room has remained untouched and inaccessible, yet he can't help but give into the need for comfort that he thinks he'll find in that room. What he finds, well...it's a doubled edged sword, to say the least.

At first he stares at it, brow pinched hard, and part of him wants to pivot on his heel and leave. As if denying that letter would keep the lie alive that Archie isn't truly gone...but he knows better. Instead he acquiesces to the part of his brain that needs to know what it says, needs reality slapped into him. Plucking it up, he takes a seat on Archie's bed, slowly, gingerly, as if the bed is somehow as fragile as he's come to know himself to be.

Reading the words over, it's like an alien language, if only because his mind refuses to comprehend it, even if his heart knows. He doesn't just read it once, neither. He reads it over and over again, till finally, he just lets his hand hang besides him. The other cupping his face as he leans his elbow against his thigh—the one that has that scar. That reminder of such a grim time, but now it's a reminder of more than that.

Of what he's now without. Both touched and scathed, he hisses at the sting in his eyes. His voice quiet, and shaky.]

Bastard... y'couldn't take me with ya, huh? Had to go out on your own...

[He sucks in a sharp breath, rubbing at his eyes with his thumb and forefingers.]

What're ya gonna do, Guzma?

[Maybe he'll just stay here for a while. It's not like he has a choice, right?]