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<p>[<a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/MWyFjJuxIxGJTrI2cqsC6Ew">@themissingnumbers</a>]</p><p>A taller man in a distinct red jacket and hat approaches Elias carefully. He watches the other dully, brown eyes half lidded in an expression that toes the line between <i>wary</i>, and... disinterested.</p><p><i><span class="npf_color_monica">"... hello, there."</span></i></p><p>Not once do his lips move. The voice that comes from him is ghostly, ethereal... coming more like a whisper on the breeze, than someone truly speaking. </p><p>"Fire" Red Yuuji stops short before coming too close. Perhaps it's respect. Or perhaps, it's an intuition to attempt to keep some distance between them... </p><p>He blinks, vivid golden pupils boring straight into the other. He tilts his head- some sort of hole gesture of curiosity. </p><p><i><span class="npf_color_monica">"... you're an interesting individual,"</span></i> he starts, after a moment's hesitation, <i><span class="npf_color_monica">"to be a human from outside, stuck within here... the world of POKÈMON must have meant a lot to you."</span></i></p><p>He raises a gloved hand up, grabbing and lowering the brim of his cap. The heavy shadow it casts over his face, and the way his eyes almost gleam... The familiar figure suddenly seems <i>much</i> more menacing. Or at least... <i>Cold</i>.</p><p><i><span class="npf_color_monica">"yet, you seem... dissatisfied with it, now. twisting and breaking this game in ways not meant to be, to such a point that it must be forced back to how it was intended... i must wonder, how long have you been here for this escape to have lost its luster?"</span></i></p><p>He lets go of his hat and lowers his hands, breaking eye contact to stare down at his palms.</p><p><i><span class="npf_color_monica">"... and did you have any say in the form you came to possess? a PLAYER CHARACTER is meant to have far more freedom. and yet, your body is that of a rival. limited. scripted. anything unusual you do is beyond this world's approval... why would you not have become ETHAN? or even LYRA, i suppose... unless you didn't have a choice?"</span></i></p><p>He looks up again. Any uncertainty seems to have faded back into a dull emptiness.</p><p><span class="npf_color_monica"><i>"apologies if those are bold questions. you... are quite intriguing, is all."</i></span></p>
