It's ya boy GUZMA (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
golisolation) wrote2010-06-01 12:42 am
golisolation) wrote2010-06-01 12:42 am
💀 MoM IC INBOX 💀
"Yo, it's the hated boss that beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up... Yeah, big bad Guzma is here—well, I ain't, actually. Leave a message and ya boy will get back at ya. Later days, dude."
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MEMSHARE
The memory Guzma is treated to is a relatively brief one at least. A young kid (with the perspective it can be guessed at least, either that or this person is just very short) on a bright vibrant island heading towards the lone house occupying it. Whatever pep to the step there was approaching the house is instantly stopped at the doorway.
The house is dark and the first thing that can be seen in a body covered with a sheet. The face is likewise covered with a small towel. There is a grieving Alolan Meowth sitting beside the body. Whoever's memory this is seems stunned at the vision, the view shaking somewhat stuck staring at the body.]
What? His great-grandson?
[The voice is not that of whoever is experiencing this, instead it should be a familiar one. Faba's. It's enough to draw the vision away from the body to that of Faba and the three other Aether employees with him who beckon the kid further inside and ultimately break the news of this kid's great-grandfathers passing last night followed quickly by a cold order to one of the employees to carry the body out.]
Where are you taking him?!
[Finally the voice of whom this memory belongs! It should be somewhat familiar having at least talked to Sun on both the network and battling the kid, but it does sound a tad younger.
Faba goes on to explain that the body was to be taken to a funeral home on a nearby island, and that Aether wouldn't usually go to such lengths but that they wanted to start construction on Aether Paradise as soon as possible.
The kid was clearly not having any of that though, shouting about the island belongs to his grandpa and how he was going to make Poke Pelago on this island. Their discussions continue back and forth for a while, explaining who really owned the island and mentions of purchasing it to be able to do whatever someone wanted to do with it. Faba being his usual casual and dismissive self, while Sun was basically shouting with both grief and anger. Ultimately it came down to one question:]
What will it cost?!
[Followed by a thoughtful hum from Faba as he toyed with beard.]
Let's see. [a beat] Exactly 100 million yen.
[The memory fades here and for a moment it seems that that’s all there would be. But it isn’t too long before another starts up.
This memory starts staring at a grave. Sun kneeling on the grass before it.]
Peso. Cent. Dollar.
[Although they are currently unseen, the same Alolan Meowths present in that house are also here at the grave standing behind Sun.]
I’m gonna get great-gramps’ island back, no matter what. I’ll save 100 million yen and buy it back from that Faba guy, just like I promised. So...
[The vision is trembling as the view goes down to Sun’s tiny little kid hands balled up into fists.]
It only has to be until then! Would you help me? Please!
[Finally the view shifts to look over to the cats in question and in doing so illuminated just exactly where this was. Memorial Hill on Akala. Two of the cats shake their head no and after a moment take off down the path in the graveyard. There was one Meowth left though, sitting down leaned up against one of the hedges. It’s head hung low. This clearly surprised kid Sun.]
Aren’t you gonna follow them, Dollar?
[The memory finally fades here, the view focusing on Dollar’s face as he lifted his head to look at Sun. If there was ever a Pokemon who looked like it could commit murder, it was this Meowth with how serious it looked.
With that, no more memories follow. It seems they’re finally over.]