seasonsrpg | Hand in hand, through each endeavor;

WHO: Chipp, and many others! (+1 open prompt!!)
WHAT: GUESS WHO DIED
WHEN: Post-event, post-revival!
WHERE: About Nightwake
WARNINGS: Talk of death, awkward apologies, goopy sappy feelings for everyone

[A] (CLOSED to Evangeline)

[He'd died.
He, Chipp, an immortal Grim Reaper, powerful being of divine origins, had died.

This isn't new for him. Back home, he dies all the time - in his gaggle of friends, it's even something of a running joke, a way to get Chipp out of their hair when he's being insufferable. He's used to being blasted through the chest, or beheaded by hand, or ripped limb from limb, or... any number of things, really.

But here? In Ellipsa? Where everything is peaceful, and everyone is mortal, and it's been quiet evening after quiet evening? He honestly thought it was impossible.
But it happened. He died. He ran out of magic, unraveled into dust and ash, and blew away in the wind.

And now here he is, back in the shed, sitting on his stupid little cot... staring at his phone, wondering just who he'd want to speak to after all of that.

...]

heyyyy
miss evangeline!
you busy?
i died
lmao

[Yeah, sure, that works. Aaaaand send.]

[B] (CLOSED to Rinku)

[... Likewise, after all of this, he does have something else on his mind -
The guy who got him to that point in the first place. Who pushed him to that edge, to the point where he allowed himself to drain his tank and come apart...
Ezra, of course.
And how he wants to apologize to him. Yes, even though Chipp is the one who died - he still feels it's Ezra owed the apology.
The problem is... he isn't good at that. At all. But you know who he figures would be?]

hey. this miss rinku?
sorry had to ask miss evangeline for your number
it's chipp.

remember your whole uhhhh
happy around thing?
i think i could use that right now.

[C] (OPEN)

[After all that...

... Chipp still hasn't spoken to Ezra yet.
He can't. Not right away - the whole thing stings in a way he doesn't understand, something feeling as though it's festering in his chest...
It's left him feeling torn and strange and uncomfortable, unable to really sit still for more than a couple of minutes.

And so he's brought himself out to a park in Blossomcrown, just to enjoy the flowers and spend some time in the sun.
With his Varoom, of course. He can't go hang out in the park without his precious little car, can he??
The little Pokemon seems happy to zoom around the bench Chipp's found, stopping every so often to nibble at flowers and people and benches and tables--

But that's where he sits for the moment, reclining on a park bench and staring up at the clouds... in nothing but a hoodie and the stupid pants he revived in, all of his belongings currently in the position of the guy who fought him to the brink of death.
Which includes everything. All of it.
No helmet.
No cloak.
No arm - the metal socket's just there, open, empty.
He doesn't even have his boots, out here in the park without them.

The misery (and irritation, and embarrassment) emanating off of him is palpable. And as much of a terrible cliche as it may be... maybe someone may want to come bother the poor guy?]

[D] (CLOSED to Ezra)

[And thus... the inevitable. He can't just leave this and ignore it -
Not only because he feels Ezra deserves to be spoken to, to be apologized to, all of that, but because, well.
Ezra has his arm??

And Chipp really, really doubts he knows where to send it, either. So.

After asking around the apartments for an address (and discussing some ideas, some options for how to do this with Rinku)... eventually, Ezra gets the dreaded knock on his door. It's a heavy one, obviously someone bigger than most others who'd be knocking -
But when Ezra opens the door, Chipp isn't right in front of it. He's on the other side of the hall, trying not to look at the exorcist as much as possible.

Instead, what's actually in front of the door, down in front of his feet, is... a cake. In a nice little container, yes, but it's also pretty clearly handmade - and handwritten, if the messy handwriting on top makes that obvious.
All it says is "Sorry", of course. ... With what he remembers Gabriel's seal looking like drawn underneath it in icing, too.

And, yes. Chipp is STILL trying not to look at him. He's kind of hoping Ezra's just going to take the cake and give him his stuff and he can leave and go run off to hide in the Segments for a week--]

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Huh...

[Rinku nods. Mecchan blows a bubble and sniffles.]

I think so. So if I just keep on doing what I can, smiling and making music and trying to keep people happy... Even if sometimes it doesn't work, I gotta keep trying. And it'll help everyone else.

Thanks, Chipp-san. For a while I was worried about a lot of different things. I'm still always working to get stronger, and I wanna help where I can. But I'm gonna keep trying to smile like I have been, too! And I bet eventually, everyone's gonna feel better. Especially when we save the world.

'Zactly that. You keep smilin', doin' what you can to make the folks 'round you happy... that'll help'em keep workin'.
They keep workin', then eventually we'll save this place, 'n then we all get what we want out of it.

[... Like a way to save Nenonen.
That's just where his heart is going to be when it comes to the topic of saving Ellipsa - last time he was here, he didn't care a single iota for this world, but knowing he needs to be purposefully sent back to his own world to save them from theirs...]

For what it's worth... you made me real happy, hangin' out with me today.
Merci.

[The sparkles in Rinku's eyes shine. She spins in a circle, and then gathers Chipp in a group hug with the Pokémon.]

「Happy Around!」 Thanks a lot, Chipp-san! I'm gonna keep doing my best!

[smile smile smile]

Oh! Hina-chan's birthday party's in a couple weeks, you should come! I'm gonna make regular cake too, not everyone wants blood cake.

[He's pulled into that group hug and ends up letting out a wheeze, though he's also happy to return it.
As best he can, anyway. Still only has the one arm...]

Mais, yeah, 'course! For lil ol' Hina? 'Course. But, ehh...
You gonna need help with the bakin' 'n stuff? Since you said you still learnin'?

[sparkle]

Really? I've been working really hard, but I bet your baking's super good! I'd love help!

Then I'll give ya all the help I can!

[He's not even going to try and deny or play down the whole "your baking's probably great" thing. As far as he's concerned, he's GREAT at baking and anyone who thinks otherwise simply does not have tastebuds.
(And, frankly, he is pretty good! He's just also a ham about this kind of thing.)]

... I can do vegan 'n vegetarian stuff, too, if that somethin' you gotta worry 'bout.
Opposite o' the blood cakes, almost.

My friend back when I was a kid, he had to eat vegan 'cause he was allergic to fuckin' everything... so I got pretty good at that kinda junk.

Wow, really? I don't think anyone I know has to deal with that... but I know a lot of people, so I guess I gotta check.

Thanks a lot, Chipp-san. You're great! And it was nice meeting your friend and seeing your shed, too.

Hand in hand, through each endeavor;

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