IC CONTACT - ROUTE 29

[glaciates]

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video; 1/?

[worththeclub]

[ It's Wednesday morning. Or, well, more like 1am. Ouka can't sleep, and she hadn't really gotten to know anyone else in this world.

Have a blip on your 'Gear. She's made a video call, but hung up a few seconds after it starts to go through. ]

[worththeclub]

[ It's late. You're probably asleep. Or traveling... ]

[worththeclub]

[ Normally she wouldn't give any fucks and just plow through with a call at 1am and demand it be answered. ]

[worththeclub]

[ But god... she's so upset right now. She can't think straight. And she really doesn't know you all that well, Isaac. And she just can't... just can't deal with being disappointed again. ]

done

[worththeclub]

[ At roughly 2:13am, she says 'fuck it' and tries calling again.

Just... just have this face, okay? ]

video;

[glaciates]

[Isaac normally has issues sleeping. He's trained himself into waking up at the slightest noise. He had to be able to get up and be prepared to fight at a moment's notice - especially while staying in Central before his death. Tonight's one of those nights where something woke him up (Ilex Forest isn't exactly a quiet place) and he can't quite get back to sleep.]

[The phone goes off around one and Isaac jumps a little. He's too late to pick it up before it stops ringing, and he can't figure out how to tell who just called him. He continues to mess with it for a little while longer before returning to training his Shellder, giving it quiet commands and watching it use Tackle on the wild Caterpie. They move on to beat up several more wild Caterpies, Weedles, and Parases before the second call comes in. This time he's quick to pick it up.]

[...Honestly, he would have expected Bradley before you, Ouka. It's late at night (early in the morning?) - why are you calling?]

...Ouka. What is it?

[That expression isn't one he's seen on her before; she's never looked so hurt.]

Did something happen?

September 13th / Anonymous Text

[cobraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Hello Isaac. You don't know me, but I think we should talk. As soon as possible. I believe it would be in your best interests to do so.

Text

[glaciates]

What the hell do you want from me?

Text

[cobraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

[He hasn't done this in a while, so hopefully he isn't going too overboard with the evil villain thing. The fact that he's typing saves Isaac from distorted cackling at least.]

Simply to talk. Once again, you don't know me, but I know so much about you. What you're like, who your friends are, your allies, who you live with. You're a very interesting person, Mr. McDougal.

4/13; he's not exactly expecting an answer, so.

[explosivecombat]

It's been two years.

Funny, isn't it? I never really used to pay much attention to these sorts of things before coming here; the lack of things to observe was a factor there, of course, but it never really struck me as terribly important. Even now, I'm not really sure it's important so much as it is something I feel like I should be doing - not an obligation, per se, but more like habit. I've been here for almost a year now since my return, and I always feel like I should be doing something on the thirteenth of the month; this is the first time since we started on this little adventure that I've been here for April's.

So I suppose this is as good a time as any to write, even though I imagine I'll just get some sort of failure notification from the device in a second; this is something to do with myself, anyway, even if it's pointless and oversentimental. Believe me, I feel stupid about it, even though you would likely tell me that I shouldn't.

Ah, well.

I don't exactly miss you, simply because I don't miss anyone; you know better than to think that you're an exception. That doesn't mean I don't notice your absence, however.

Happy anniversary, Isaac.

1 / 2

[glaciates]

[Well, the message does go through, but there isn't a response right away. It isn't that Isaac is avoiding Kimblee, he's just getting reacquainted with the world and figuring out what's happened since he was last here.

...Okay, and maybe he's been kind of nervous about what to say to Kimblee. Maybe.

The message is a bit of a surprise (a pleasant one, of course) and Isaac reads it over and over again before finally coming up with something to say in response. He's not sure whether to send a text back or switch to video or audio, and that takes another few minutes for him to puzzle through.

It's nearly an hour later when Isaac texts Kimblee back.]

Of course you shouldn't feel stupid about it. It's something most people experience, I think. Dates tend to hold some sort of importance for people, whether it's a specific date or a certain time of the year. Surely you've felt something like that before, even if it's toward something that isn't pointless and oversentimental?

I'm pleased to hear that you do think about this sort of thing though. I mean, I could lie and say that it would have been better for you to move on with your life and not dwell on the past and all that, but you know me better than that. You're very important to me and coming back here only to find out that you've moved on would be... Well, I'd rather not think about it.

2 / 2

[glaciates]

[.............you know he should probably add something on to that uh...

The next response comes in as a video, with Isaac looking more than a little awkward. He's seated in a nondescript but probably very familiar room.]

I guess it's pretty obvious, but uh... I'm back. Again.

[He tugs on the one strand of hair hanging in his face, glancing somewhere off-screen for a moment.]

I'm uh, sorry about leaving. I know it's not my fault but...

[He shrugs and then after a moment, Isaac brightens up.]

...Happy anniversary, Kimblee.

[video]

[explosivecombat]

[It's all well and good that it takes a while; he hasn't forgotten about what he'd sent - after all, he doesn't forget anything, much less in an hour - and it's still nagging at the edges of his mind when the ping comes back, but it's something that he dismisses almost as soon as he hears it. Of course it's a failure notification; when he picks up the device the motion is an idle one, something he does simply because he dislikes having notifications just sitting there, and there's also an off chance that it's Archer messaging him from literally a room away because people have a way of doing that when they're in the middle of something and don't want to pause long enough to work out where someone is.

...That said, seeing two active notifications from Isaac's device, one video at that, is more than enough to make him jerk back so hard that he's fairly sure he can feel his brain make contact with the inside of his skull.

He doesn't hesitate before flipping the device back on and starting up a video feed in response, once he's got his bearings and has actually been able to sit through the damn messages; there's a chance that somebody's fucking with him, but it's a slim one, likely taking more technology than most here have access to - and if it's someone in the labs he is going to raise hell.]

Isaac...?

[Hesitant or not, his expression is still incredibly open; it's that wide-eyed staring again, though he doesn't seem terribly aware of what he's doing with his face.]

Obvious or not, it's still completely unexpected - when did this happen?

10/01, at some hour of the day that isn't godawful

[fatalissimo]

Hey. You got a minute?

[glaciates]

[...Well this is unexpected, hi there.]

Yeah, I do. What do you need?

12/10; text

[fatalissimo]

Hey, I've got a question for you.

Where do you think you'll be on the 25th?

[glaciates]

[Oh, hello again!]

I'll be in Goldenrod, why?

2/14 Pidgey Post

[fatalissimo]

[Isaac, you are getting something really nice as giri choco goes, if for no better reason than she feels a little awkward giving things like this to someone so much older. So congratulations, she tried! NOTICE HER, SENPAI

There's also a note attached to it, so.]

Thanks for everything, Beastmaster, I really appreciate it. Happy Valentine's Day, hope you have a good one.

- Nonon Jakuzure

[glaciates]

[OH NO IT'S CUTE IT'S SO CUTE HE'S GONNA DIE

now what does he do in response to this, um

he's really not good at Valentine's Day shit

After a couple of hours you'll be receiving something from the Pidgey Post as well! They're pretty nice chocolates, if he does say so! Because he bought two to make sure they were good and ended up eating all the other ones orz

It also has a note attached!]

Thank you as well. I've really enjoyed all our conversations. I hope everything goes well for you too.

- Beastmaster

[HE TRIED]

3/10; text

[fatalissimo]

Hey, Beastmaster, I don't suppose you have any use for one of those little purple cats with the thousand-yard stares on them, do you?

Cadence had kittens. They probably do some weird shit, I don't know, I'm not a breeder.

[glaciates]

I'll take one. They're pretty cute. I don't have very many Psychic-types either, so one of them would be useful. I'm not very good at the breeding stuff either, but I can tell you if it hatches with any strange moves.

4/13; text

[explosivecombat]

I know you'll likely tell me that I didn't have to text you, particularly since you're literally just down the hall and I can always talk to you in person if I have something to say – believe me, I know, but I'll ask that you humor me anyway, just for the time being. There are some things that are just simpler to say over text, and you know I've never been particularly good with anything that involves any sort of sentiment.

I've spoken of you to an acquaintance of mine – never by name, or even physical description, they just know that you happen to exist and that I've been seeing you for quite some time – and I've told them a few things about the time I've spent with you; it's occurred to me that I've probably told them more about my thoughts on such things than I've ever told you, and given the date, now seems as good a time as any.

I'm aware that there are complications, I suppose one could say, when it comes to being around me for long periods of time, whether it's a professional or a personal relationship; I'm often difficult to handle, and there are more things to take into account than there would be with other people, and my perception of things doesn't always mesh with the rest of the world's. But I'm told that I seem...better, for lack of a better term, when you're around, and from what I've observed on my own I can't say that that's untrue; you make me happy in ways that no one else has ever been able to, and you're one of the very few people who understands me at all, and it sounds sterile and impersonal to directly say that I appreciate that but hopefully you'll understand what I mean when I say that I do, because it's entirely true.

Being here with you for so long is rather important to me, and you as a person are rather important to me; I admit that sometimes I'm unsure of what possessed you to ask me to pursue this with you all that time ago, but bluntly put I'm glad that you did.

It's been three years.

Happy anniversary, Isaac.

[glaciates]

[Today's a pretty big day. Three years ago he wound up in a relationship with Kimblee through some stupid circumstances that he's still embarrassed by, but he doesn't regret it. After all, this has been the happiest he's been in a long time. Today's the three year anniversary and he's spent the last month and a half trying to figure out what to do for it. Isaac's been a bit frazzled but today he's a lot calmer, if only because he's finally convinced himself that freaking out about it won't do any good.

He's making lunch when he gets the text and pauses what he's doing, letting his Blaziken know to keep an eye on the stove for a moment, just in case. (He figures a fire chicken would definitely be able to tell if the actual chicken is being burned or not! Though that does raise the question of what that chicken actually is...)

The text is surprisingly not from Nonon, and Isaac's halfway to the door to ask Kimblee why he feels the need to text when they're probably only a room apart, when he scrolls down and sees the length of the text. That gets him to hesitate before scrolling back up and reading it properly.

It doesn't take long for him to go bright red and seriously wish he had a soft thing to slam his face into. He does work on a response, though it takes him a little while.]

I'm not very good with words and I know I'd never be able to get anything coherent out if I were to talk to you in person right now, so I'll ask that you humor me this time.

I'm not really sure what I was expecting when you agreed to date me. I guess I thought that it'd go the same way as my other relationships, with me screwing up somehow and everything ended just like that. But you've been good to me in ways most people aren't - it's not their fault though, most people don't need things explained like I do. But you've taken that into account and you've been patient with me. You've never rushed me or gotten mad when I couldn't grasp something, you've always explained and tried to fix things. No one does that. It means a lot that you're willing to do that for me.

It's more than that though. I really don't know how to explain it. I love you so much and I'm really glad we've made it work for this long. If it's not too creepy to say, I really hope we can go another three years at least.

I didn't really manage to say everything I wanted to say, but I did say I was going to keep it brief, so I guess I'll just end it here. Happy anniversary to you too, Kimblee.

5/2; some time that isn't ugly o'clock

[fatalissimo]

Hey, Beastmaster, you got a second?

[glaciates]

Yeah, I do. What is it?