16 [ACTION/TEXT]

[bestsweater]

[As of Sunday, TD-34 is blown up. The front wall has been knocked in and what was once the living room is a pile of debris, papers and pieces of wood that used to be furniture. It appears that no effort has been made to clean it up, and the inhabitant is nowhere to be found.

Or is he.

Closer inspection of the ruined apartment reveals that the bedroom remains intact, though the door to said room is hanging off its hinges, and strange noises seem to be emanating from the wreckage in general.

Inside, the lone occupant is slowly

going

crazy.]
---------
Guys, this is a really funny joke and all but everyone can stop now.

Please?

Viridian City's not really...is it?

GIOVANNI YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO REPLY TO THIS JOURNAL ENTRY DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

Comments

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Oh no you're going to make him come out of his fortress of safety, aren't you.]

I SAID I'M NOT FALLING FOR IT. GO AWAY.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

But I am selling girl scout cookies.

[Oh. Okay he'll leave.

...BUT HE'S BACK AGAIN IN AN HOUR. STANDING THERE.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Brock sneaks up to the bedroom door that is hanging off its hinges.]

OKAY SERIOUSLY WHAT DO YOU WANT.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

You're making a lot of noise.

[This is where a normal person then follows up with an, "Are you okay?" but IT DOESN'T QUITE MAKE IT OUT OF ROBOT MAN'S MOUTH. He kind of just stands there. Brock you can read his mind right.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

WELL SORRY.

[It takes him a moment to realize that he knows this voice. BUT WHO.]

...I know you. Oh, no.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

[Raiden stands there and he gets this weird feeling that he knows this guy too, like in another life time or something. Enough that he doesn't feel terribly awkward talking with the guy telling him he's being noisy.]

Are you okay?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Yes, now he recognizes that voice, and also that mop of blonde hair. This appears to distress him further.]

Oh, no. Ohhhhh no.

Raiden why are you a robot.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

Not a robot.

[Pause.]

...Cyborg.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[He's staying safe behind the door.]

What happened to you are you the crazy robot that's been stabbing people.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

......

...A few days ago.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

YOU STABBED PEOPLE!?!?

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

I thought they were aparoids.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

What's an aparoid?

Seriously why are you a robot am I hallucinating again.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

[This guy... is seriously freaking out. Like, Raiden totally freaked out too but this is kind of embarrassing to watch.]

...

I'll leave you alone.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

No! No, wait.

[He is coming out from behind the door.]

Are you really Raiden?

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

[He stops and thinks very carefully about his answer.]

...yes.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

You're not supposed to be a robot.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

Cyborg.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

You're not supposed to be a cyborg.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

I know.

...What did you know me as?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Just...Raiden.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

Not Jack?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

No. I mean. I know that's your name, but I call you Raiden.

[robodeviljack.livejournal.com]

Were we friends?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Raiden. Raiden we just had this conversation like a month ago when you came back from your trip and didn't remember anything.