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Who: Envy, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend
Where: Mahogany Town
When: 3/13/14
Summary: People keep vanishing, so it's clearly a good time to visit friends.
Rating: Anywhere between G and PG-13
Log:

He should have done this sooner. It's not like Mahogany is a very long flight from Ecruteak, and Heather and Henry have been there for a while now. Maybe it's because they've been there a while that he hasn't gone. But there's no motivator to go check in with people you haven't seen in a while like a brand new disappearance.

Flying is calming, and by the time he lands in the middle of the little town, Envy's in a much less foul mood than he was before setting out a few hours ago. And it definitely helps that he's going to be seeing his two friends in person soon. It has been a while.

Hopefully they're actually still here. He thinks they are. He sends a text out to both of them. There's a fear, in the far back of his mind, that the texts will just bounce back with an error.

hey you're still in mahogany right? because I just got here.

A true master of thinking ahead over here.

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Yeah. But she's always remembered, at least.

[He can be grateful for that much, he would not have wanted to start over with her that many times. He gives Henry a curious look at the suggestion, but nods, not at all minding having something to do.]

Yeah, okay. We'll do that.

[He has no idea what kind of snacks they are. He'd bet cereal.]

_{[AND AWAY THEY GO with Henry in the lead.]

[It's not long before they come to a...pretty pitiful excuse for a park and Henry flops down into a very well-worn spot on the grass roughly the same shape as his ass. This is his smoking tree but today he is not going to be smoking.]

[He shrugs his bag off and yanks out a plastic bag of Suspicious Berries and gives his friend a small grin.]}

No garbage trucks up here!

[Envy's giving those Suspicious Berries a Suspicious Look, even as he sits down next to Henry.]

Those aren't the kind that give you a fever, are they?

[First week in Johto, he went and ate the 24-hour superfever berries. Envy does not trust mysterious fruit anymore. But if Henry says they're okay...]

Wh--no. Hell, no.

_{[He'd learned to weed out the Terrible Dear God Please Make It Stop berries years ago. He plops a few Persim and Chesto berries into his friend's hand. Persim for the trip and Chesto to make you not give a fuck about the nausea.]}

These are good in cereal.

[Since Henry clearly knows what Envy meant by the terrible feverberries, and he's had these kinds of berries and is saying they're fine...]

[He goes ahead and pops one of each kind of the berries into his mouth. Lucky the bitter and the sweet balance each other out. When he doesn't immediately feel awful, he relaxes.]

Had a feeling you'd mention...

[He trails off, looking confused as nope wait he's starting to feel strange after all.]

[Drugs don't do anything to homunculi. This is going to be a brand new experience for him.]

_{[Henry doesn't respond for some time. He leans back against the tree and watches the people and Pokemon passing in the distance. He stops worrying about having to kill God and he stops worrying if Eileen was okay and he stops worrying about the supposed cat in his refrigerator back home.]

[Arceus bless these berries.]}

Feel the grass, man. The Earth is the back of a radical beast and we're riding it into the future.

[Bless these berries indeed.]

[Envy has no idea what's happening to him right now, nor can he really bring himself to care. Everything is so colorful. He's completely relaxed, feeling the tree bark on his back. Everyone's always saying he looks like a tree. Maybe he could just be a tree from now on.]

[When Henry speaks up, Envy turns to him, staring with wide eyes.]

What kind of future are we riding it to?

A future without garbage trucks.

_{[He forms a tight little frown that's aimed at the low shapes in town. They weren't actually vehicles, not really, but now that the berries were starting to kick in (he'd started to develop a bit of a tolerance for the things) they looked like cattle.]}

Those cows are dumb.

_{[He uproots a fistful of grass and throws it in the direction of town. Naturally the blades just blow back in his face.]}

[Envy nods. Yes. A future without garbage trucks, it makes perfect sense.]

[He's trying to peer forward at where these supposed dumb cows are, and some of the grass blows onto his face too, some of them getting caught in his hair. And so his decided metamorphosis into a plant continues.]

Then you shouldn't give them grass, that's just what they would want.

[He pauses to think for a long moment.]

Maybe they'll fight the garbage trucks, and neither would be left afterwards.

If cows were that useful.

_{[He slides further down the tree until he's all but flat on the ground peering sourly over his chest at the world.]}

They'd all stick together a big...big...mecha cow. Like Voltron or some shit.

_{[Suddenly his mood changes as his eyes flicker to something on his shirt. It's bits of dirt and grass.]}

Oh...little tiny people...sup, little people?

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