#// im ortho im also ortho 🔥the quirky brothers🔥

[musesofthesun]

he's known he's going to die again. it's still scary. it's scary and he doesn't want to but he has to be brave he already used his chance up and failed. he's not a kid anymore he already died he can't be scared. move on move on move on

"pretty puffed-up remark there," ORTHO snickers, flicking off some blot that's leaking into his vision. "but i'll humor you."

a set of phantoms rattle and wail nearby, screaming for freedom. ORTHO pauses in his conversation in order to turn and crush the ones in his claws, letting their blot flow freely across stone. he's busy. he doesn't like interruptions when he's busy. he growls at other groups of the creatures, making it clear he doesn't want to be disturbed. they flee.

ORTHO turns back in time to snag a paper on his finger. he collects the others in his other palm as they appear. he has to hold each piece really close to his head in order to see it, but he distantly recognizes the style. what ortho says cinches it.

"they made new pokemon?" he booms with the excitement of a ten-year-old on holly day week, causing some loose rocks to fall from the ceiling. "how many are there now? ooh... this purple and blue rapidash is pretty! is it a rapidash? is it something else?"

It's not nice, to hear about all that... It's in his nature, the reason for his very existence, to find permanence in the impermanent. But when all was said and done, there was no solution to this, or at least there wasn't one in the foreseeable future. The phantom seemed to accept his fate, now... And he has to be okay with that too. Ortho can't shake the desire to help, to do something, but he won't just outright say it. He should try to enjoy the time that he had left to know him...

Ortho can handle that knowing, even if there's no way to help. He can't imagine that Idia would be able to take it as well, so he keeps these meetings a secret too. And even if there's nothing to be done, Ortho can at least make his counterpart's last moments a bit more bearable.

"I wish I could do something but... I guess you're right-" he replies, trying not to betray any more of it. Instead, he had a few tricks up his own sleeves to continue on. He didn't have much to ask in terms of advice, but instead...

"All I need you to do for me now though, is keep your eye out for something coming in there real quick. And no need to thank me or anything-" he laughs, fiddling with something with his back to the gate. In his hands was an object he'd asked some others to help him create, a matter teleporter. It wasn't to try and move anything out, though, since the trip was only one way. To use it, he'd put the items in, and they'd disappear into the desired spot when one thought about it hard.

Specifically, the phantoms would be met with papers, all with different pictures on them of... Pokemon? Though the creatures may be unrecognizable to some, Ortho was adamant.

"Because, I thought about how since you've been down there for so long, you haven't gotten to see all the new Pokemon that have come out recently... So, I printed out some references, and you can ask me about any of the ones that stand out to you!" Maybe it was a silly gesture, but it was something the humanoid wanted to do for a while, so that the phantom could feel a little less out of the loop...