Alexei Ivanov

Alex had more experience with Sea!Hoenn than Memo did, by far, so it would make sense that he would have an inkling as to why Fortree was chosen, strategically.

“It’s not because of your conversation with Dahlia, is it?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking, because that had been his first instinct. A necessary action, to be sure, but if it was a little bit of a punishment for dissenting, too? More the better.

He didn’t really know Dahlia that well. He wondered if anyone did.

His eyes went wide as he found Alex’s, staring at him incredulously.

“Cait? You mean the one that just had a baby?” he asked, his sarcasm laid down thick. “I sure hope she doesn’t have to do anything.” He heaved a sigh and closed his eyes, realizing his anger was being misdirected. “The Primal Points are supposed to make Pokemon go crazy-- I imagine like the bees, right? So I’m not sure if having even a thousand Pokemon would be a plus, if they all went ballistic and started destroying everything.”

Despite the doom and gloom, Alex’s joke breaks the spell; he snickers, smiles; it turns into a genuine laugh.

“It’d make me feel better,” he says, tone both a fake pout and a sigh of relief as he opens a chocolate fudge bar and spins the stick in his fingers, trying to decide if he has an appetite or not.

Alexei Ivanov

His face fell, eyes threatening to water at any second. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.” Reaistically, he couldn’t have done much damage, but the idea of hurting Alex in any propensity was nauseating. It was part of why he was having such vivid nightmares.

His frown turned quizzical. He tugged at his wrists, where they were still held down (at any other opportunity his brain would be doing cartwheels into the gutter). There was a faint but insistent pang across his knuckles.

“Must’ve hit the headboard,” he said, voice still hoarse, as he remembered the violent slip of his fingers off of Alex’s bloody noose.

He forced his face to flatten into something calm, blank, placid.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare. I’m fine now.”

His smile was… microscopic, simple.

Alexei Ivanov

After the Fortree Distortion, where he’d been crunched in the face by a fish, he was a little bit more careful about diving headfirst into these things. He still did it, of course, because he was a danger-seeking fool who didn’t feel alive if he wasn’t in imminent danger, apparently.

It took so much to make him feel, currently.

He directed Sibella down through the static interference, feeling the way the atmosphere turned crunchy around him. She chirped, curious, and before he could see what they were doing she was dropping, dropping, dropping. She flared her wings and caught the air, pulling up just before the ground.

There was a very strange-looking Pokemon standing in the haze-- they cut a solitary figure, with an old-fashioned hat and a ruffled cloak of feathers. As Memo slid off of Sibella and walked closer, he realized it was…

“An owl?” The question escaped him as the creature glared at him with a side-eye, before whirling and releasing a storm of knife-like leaves in his direction. Memo yelped and tried to make himself a small target, not fast enough to escape the surprise attack. Luckily, Sibella swung over him with an air cutter, the air currents forcing the projectiles wide. She hit the ground in three bounces and launched at the owl, who barely avoided being blasted with a Flamethrower.

The two of them duked it out for a long time, back and forth, trading razor leaves and flamethrowers; Sibella caught them in the leg with a super fang and dragged them down, pinning them down with a victorious scream. Memo zapped the vanquished warrior with a Pokeball as Sibella took to the air for a victory lap.

using FORME CHANGE to change DECIDUEYE into H!DECIDUEYE

FOUND YOU

Guillermo Marceliño 's curry entry

thread summary: set immediately following cyberchase conundrum, memo takes alex to the hospital, and has to deal with the repercussions of his actions during the event-- which are compounded by the fact that alex seemingly has no memory of a large portion of what happened, so not only does Memo have to confess, Alex can't even be properly mad at him. It's a lot.

why is it important?: guillermo has gone through so much change since i brought him to Hoenn, finding a boyfriend nonwithstanding. he really started off as this power-positive, happy to a fault, good fucking guy soft-chavesque trope, but as he goes on adventures and encounters real responsibility for the first time i've really been peeling back these ogre (onion) layers. the boy's got anxiety, and depression, and he's been trying really hard to combat it; which is important for me, personally, because ooc i struggle with a lot of the same things, and a lot of memo's Coping Mechanisms(TM) are ones that I have, so, like, whenever you see me write Memo dealing with his anxiety In A Way, it's written from the heart, 'cause that's how I deal with things, too.

the THREAD is important because memo had an awful time during Cyberchase and it really. like, his empathy and positivity being deleted punted him back into that sucking mire of depression that he'd worked so hard to escape, by coming to hoenn. and it really ripped the scab off of a wound that was still too fresh to be closed. so now he's all tendy and sore, basically, and he has to live with these very vibrant memories and images of him being so AWFUL and out of character to the person he loves that it's just. it's sickening. It's like. when you remember something embarrassing you did as a teenager and that feeling you get but multiplied by a thousand because he thought alex was going to die.

so he's got that and then add to that the fact that alex doesn't even rememeber what happens so memo's at a crossroads, right; he can either say nothing and pretend everything is okay, but he's not that kind of person and the guilt would literally eat him up inside, or he can confess, but then he has to confess: he has to give life and word to all the horrible things he did and said in the digital world. and it's-- the horrendous enormity of everything is fucking visceral, it's why he keeps having to excuse himself to throw up.

so this thread is important because it's peeling back the layers of guillermo's character and then, sort of, shoddily reapplying it, like, he has changed, fundamentally, and he has to learn to deal with those changes in a way that doesn't totally affect his life. it's a lot (it's a lot for me i cried a lot during this thread LMAO). it's also interesting because we see Alex dealing with a lot of Stuff(TM) that is completely different from Memo's but they both need each other, in the end.

of course i owe a lot of this to ven who is amazing and memo never would have come quite so far without her assistance.

Alex was still holding him down, pinned by his wrists to the bed.

"Hey,” he said, weakly, his mouth curling into a smile with no warmth behind it, ghost of a delirious giggle on his lips. “I can see that.”

He put a little tension in his forearms, tugging on Alex’s grip.

"I’m sorry.” It’s crazy how the first thing he feels he needs to do is apologize. “Did I wake you?”

A startled look crosses his face.

"Did I hit you?”

Alexei Ivanov