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Sonico Searching [video and action]

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*For the first time in a long time, Sonico finally appears on screen. The bruising on her cheeks has mostly gone, and the cut on the lip is now only a small red line. She bows deeply on the screen and appears very serious in her approach*

I would like to say thank you, very much, deeply, from the bottom of my heart, towards those of you who cared for me and supported me while I was unwell. I am on the mend, and I appreciate all of your good thoughts.

I may still not be able to return to my usual work for some time...thanks to my injuries...but I would like to extend an open invitation for those who would like singing lessons. Please be in touch.

[action - grass areas of Genessia and Nova City]
Finally, Sonico feels able to leave her apartment. She is dressed differently from usual, however, in a long sleeved cardigan and a skirt that reaches down to her ankles - the best way to hide all her scars. She appears to be slinking through the parks and wooded areas of town, apparently on a Pokemon hunt, her own in tow.

[audio for nightmares - late at night/early morning]

*The voice broadcasting is a shaky and timid whisper, clearly a girl in distress*

Is anyone...awake? I could use someone to talk to...

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[It's late at night, which means Ted is playing hero in Everglade again. That or messing with ghost pokemon in the area; either or. Then! A damsel in distress! He's on it. No visuals this time; he's a little sensitive about his costume at the moment.]

Certainly, Sonico. Something disturbing your curfew?

*It's nice to have a reply from a voice that she recognises and she sounds ever so slightly more cheerful*

Oh, Ted. Can't you sleep either? My brain just...it keeps going and it won't shut off long enough to fall asleep...

Ha, it's not quite a question of capacity. Then again, sleep is so like death, one's sometimes shy of it. And here I thought the pokemon might've kept you, rather than an overactive mind. I know the feeling. What about? The thoughts, that is; sorry, I've no penny to pay for them.

No...not the pokemon.

*There's a beat while Sonico doesn't quite understand the phrase about pennies for her thoughts*

Oh..you don't have to pay for them. There isn't much to say. It's just...memories. Pictures.

Oh, that certainly sounds like "much"; pictures being worth a thousand words and all. Would you like to say it anyway?

Just...recent events.

*Sonico doesn't know how much Ted is aware of what went on with Koishi, and she doesn't think it would be fair to retell the tales*

The memories have been difficult to get rid of.

Mm. What-

[It then occurs to him that Sonico's reticence and vagueness are precisely because she doesn't wan't to talk about it, contrary to what he assumed. Oops.]

Ah, sorry, I see what you mean. Well...

[What to talk about instead? Pokemon, of course! Ted's very fond of them, has a lot to say, and talking about one's pets is a surefire way to bore someone back to bed.]

What about those beasts, anyway? Have you enjoyed the fruits of your egg? If so, I'm glad to see they, at least, can rest.

[He's just waiting for a chance to babble about his own]

*She finds herself caught in a difficult situation where she does want to talk but isn't very sure how to bring up her thoughts, or how she would react if she did try to explain*

Oh...yes. The pokemon. They have been lovely. How have yours been? Made some new friends?

Haven't they? I couldn't agree more. Fortune has blessed me with a bat, a monkey, and a kangaroo--and her young! Fine mammals, all. [He'd seriously babble for an hour like an overexcited child about what they could do, the circumstances he found them under, etc. At one point he becomes very poetic and dreamy.]

The thread tying them all together, this go around, is their seraphic smiles. They're all such gay and gamely grinners; here, I'll show you.

[Without further ado, Ted bombards her with four photos he took of Kangaskhan, Swoobat, and Simpour. True to his word, they all look happy. Of course, he adds his grinning Gengar to the mix.]

You know, truth be told there's an aftertaste of sorrow in the air, now that the pokemon have all gone. It flew by so fast; don't you wish it might never end? And yet they retain their mirth. At first it was hard to imagine how; goodness knows were I of their kingdom my face would be far longer. Dare they have the emptiness of optimists?

I bet by looking at them there you know that can't be the case; don't you see something deep and solid behind those smiles? One gets the impression of the sublimity of nature; as though these bellicose beasts are not so brutish. Like they're privy to some deep and profound joy that's secret only because we cannot ask and they cannot tell.

It reminds one of what Mr. Eliot--or, rather, Julian of Norwich said: "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well." Somehow, I think they've all some bestial intuition of that holy confidence.

Edited 2017-04-15 14:20 (UTC)

*This, really, for all of Sonico's mixed up thoughts, her broken sleep, her horrible nightmares and flashbacks, this is all quite a lot to try to take in. She follows his thread and makes soft noises to show that she is listening, and definitely seems to appreciate the pictures of the pokemon that he showed her*

I suppose...the pokemon are like any other living creature. They must have thoughts and feelings too. But they are more...human-like that many animals, I suppose. I am glad you have had a good time with yours. Are you able to keep any?

[Darn, he thought for sure that'd knock her out like a light. Now he needs a plan B. Ted can tell by the broad response that she didn't quite understand, but was trying to be polite anyway.]

Yes, shocking intellects on those animals. Makes one wonder if they've souls. Yes, I was, just like always. Were you? I'd assume so; those eggs were very persistent.

*It would, only Sonico is just too polite for that. It would be rude to fall asleep and to ignore what he was saying by falling asleep, right?*

Yes...The egss were. But I - I have exchang3d my egg pokemon...I will have a jigglypuff soon, to sing and to help me sleep.

[Uh oh, don't give it any markers there Sonico. If it's as vain as most Jigglypuff's, you'll awake to a doodled face. Ted's not sure how to feel about trading pokemon. He could never do it himself; like he were treating them as baseball cards. They seemed like such blessings in their own right, he couldn't imagine trying to bargain for a better deal. Almost vulgar.

Speaking of pokemon-induced sleep, he did have a few options in that department. Alas, hypnosis could only work face-to-face. Darn virtual space]

"I'm sorry; you must want for sleep so terribly. I hope I'm not keeping you from that. So...these memories, then, are very persistent?"

I do but...

*Sonico pauses for a moment and settles into her bed to make herself more comfortable*

They just keep flashing up. Little bits and pieces. I keep thinking I'll be hurt again - that he'll be hurt again. And it's...horrible.

[Ooh, now she's getting a little more detailed. Which makes him a little more worried.]

You've been hurt? By what? And..."he"?

Koishi...Arro...

*Is all that she can manage to say for a moment or two before she realises that he might not understand that*

When Koishi was...not herself. Out of control. And Arro...I tried to help him but -

*Her voice shakes here as she considers how to word it*

But I couldn't. I only...made things worse...

"Oh..."

[A breathy exclamation that took the wind out of him. Damn. So he wasn't the only one who got scuffed up in that. But she hadn't died so that's...something.]

"I, um...can relate. I was there during all that...darkness. I wasn't much use either. I'm glad, at least, that Arro was there to look after you. He's a dependable sort. Believe me, he's the last to bear one any ill will for that."

You were...? Oh..oh, Ted. I'm so sorry to hear that.

*And genuinely she did sound very pained to hear that her friend had been involved, and probably hurt*

But no - That's not what... I called out. I tried to stop her going near Arro. But that - that's why he got hurt. And I don't think he'll speak to me again...

*That's the admission that brings her on the verge of tears this time*

Eheh, it's all right. Still healthy and hale as ever after all, eh? [Physically, anyway. The other aspects were another matter. He does turn melancholy for a moment upon hearing the pain in Sonico's voice. What can he say? He's a sucker for sad women. But then, in his usual way, he starts laughing and lets loose with an inappropriate joke.]

Goodness, you must have suffered some serious head trauma to think something like that, haha.

Come on, Sonico. Granted, I'm not privy to the friendship between you two, but I'd wager that you know what I do: Arro's not that kind. True, he can be inscrutable and a touch flippant, but he's far too talkative to give anyone the silent treatment, least of all one like you. I'd stake my life on it.

But if you're the faithless sort who won't believe me, why not call him tomorrow? That should put your doubts to rest. If I only knew how to put Sonico to rest so easily, haha.

Edited 2017-05-01 05:44 (UTC)

Well, that is good. But still...it's important to look after yourself in all sorts of ways.

*He was talking to someone who was technically physically okay now but still a little reeling in her emotional and mental health. When he continues to speak, Sonico starts to frown, which will come through in her voice*

Ted. You don't understand.

*It rather upset her, especially when he was assuming that she was being some kind of petty or silly girl. Plus, she's very tired*

I have been in contact with him. And he has not responded. Please don't assume that I am making this up.

"Oh...I'm sorry, Sonico, I know you're honest. I thought you were speaking of some lapse of character and not...just lapse."

[He knew it couldn't be the former; he was chatting amicably with Koishi, his assaulter, nearly a month ago. Obviously he'd be just as pleasant with Sonico. What other explanation served?]

"Maybe...he's caught up in his work, or his phone broke, or some...technical difficulty. Or-"

[Or that]

"Sonico, in ten minutes if you're still up and still want to talk, call me. I need to check on something, all right?"

[He assumes she will be. Without further ado, he hung up, hopped off the roof, and sped toward the Park.]

Just...lapse.

*Sonico sighs softly and bites her lip to prevent herself from making any noises that might hint at how upset she might be*

Maybe...Maube thst's why...

*But when he suddenly decides to leave and hang up, Sonico can't even reply. Ted was busy. She couldn't expect him to have time for her. So she makes the decision just to go to sleep, emotionally exhausted*

[This ritual he did was getting far too common. Ted arrived at the slab, and read the name he simultaneously feared and expected. Damn it. Looks like he gets to be the bearer of bad news. His favorite. So he waits. Ten minutes pass. Twenty. A half hour. Seems Sonico fell asleep after all. That's something, he supposes. Crying yourself to sleep wouldn't be his first choice. Now he has to debate how to break it. It seemed like the kind of thing to say in person. Once daylight breaks, he'll send her a message.]

Sonico, may I stop by? I won't be long.

*She sounds a little surprised to hear from him so soon after he disappeared the night before, but she agrees, if a little wary*

Of course. I will see you soon.

"All right. I'll make haste."

[He almost meant it. It's more the kind of news that inspires sluggishness. He hopes she doesn't have to work today, what with the sleeplessness. He's a little tired himself, working the graveyard shift. Hopefully Sonico won't find it too creepy that he already knows her address; bad!Sonico was pretty free in giving it out over the network.]

"Hello, Sonico? It's me; Ted."

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