colour me bloody red
colour me bloody red
[ If you’ve got spare time/spare accounts/the intense urge to RP - you should go check out my ring at http://gameverse-masterlist.tumblr.com/ we don’t have many spots filled and we’d lovelovelove some more people. ;u;” ]
[/ And as rude and snotty as it sounds I really dislike rping outside my ring. I feel like rings just keep everything so nice and… organized? ;_; ]
-Still confused as to why Green is less of an asshole- -Enjoys it though- -Shrug-
Heat, ice; energy, lack of it - sometimes concepts just flew past Red. Or, they were confused. He could have sworn that the lower his altitude, the colder he became. Perhaps it was more that he considered the peak his home-warm-home and the world a cold, dim place. If that were so, Leaf’s visits were warm. The girl herself must have been hell-fire, because a friendly match with her was as free and safe as Red had ever felt.
They boy has begun to think he can feel her coming, like the sun reaching tendrils of light towards him at dawn. He is never surprised by her visits anymore, as rare as they truly are (and not that he would show his surprise even when he had an ounce of it left).
She sits with him and he basks in her smile before looking at her and asking - if that’s how to describe it - with wide eyes, “Have you thought of there being others? Other you and I’s. The scientists don’t deny it, do they?”
Leaf went silent, the thought in her head that she’d been blabbering on about to Red cut short and replaced with another. While the fact that she had indeed taught her Jolteon a new move that was sure to prolong her time as the Champion, it wasn’t as interesting of a topic as that.
Even though that topic was slightly more ridiculous.
“Not really? I mean, it is kind of a silly thought,” she replied, pursing her lips. “What are you talking about? Like, alternate universes or something?”
The dark haired boy nodded, both apologizing and affirmating that he did mean alternate universes. “Quantum stuff,” he added with a half shrug. Funny, the way he spoke in only expressions… But, now he was thinking. Every possible outcome had to happen in some form, so it would stand to reason that there were other ‘them’s. Millions of them, maybe.
Really, Red didn’t want there to be other hims. He just wanted to be Red (although, he supposed being Utimate Champion Red came a bit before being Red).
