[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Lavaridge Town || Noon
NME floated into the ruined town, confused as if he had no idea where he was. Nothing could be closer to the truth. After breaking down he just floated around aimlessly until his sanity returned to him. "Where are we?" Ember asked curiously. Now you maybe wondering as to why he said we, if you looked to his right there was a small plush doll looking pokemon. When he recieved no reply Ember just sighed and continued to look around the town for a sign or some sort of clue as to where in the name of Arceus he was.
When he found nothing NME stopped by the Pokemon Center and opened his journal to a fresh page and began to draw. Just little scribbles as he had nothing to write within the pages. It was almost as soothing as it was frustrating to travel with that damned Banette that wouldn't leave him alone.
Jandrah grinned as he followed the cute little Duskull. It hadn't been nearly as much fun since Ember had gained his sanity back but Jandrah would make do for now. After all the little Ghost Pokemon was nothing more than a puppet to him. Easily manipulated. "Where are we?" Ember asked him. Jandrah didn't answer, he only grinned. At least until they stopped and Ember began to scribble in his little book.
Jandrah didn't mind much when NME did that but it seemed that book got more of the Requiem Pokemons attention than he did and that made him irritated. Reaching up he snatched the book away. "What's so special about this stupid book of yours that makes it worth paying more attention to than me?" Jandrah questioned, his zipper mouth curling into a dissatisfied frown when all he found in the book where scribbled of notes and drawings. Irate, the strange colored Banette began to tear out pages from the book.
Ember continued to scribble in his book until Jandrah snatched it away. If NME had a mouth he would have frowned. "What's so special about this stupid book of yours that makes it worth paying more attention to than me?" The Banette asked him as he flipped through the pages of NME's notebook. "I-it's not....i-it just h-he-helps m-me stay c-calm..." Ember answered but as he did the Banette began tearing pages out of the book. NME tried to take it back but Jandrah kept it out of his reach.
"Please give it back Jandrah pleaaaaaaaaase. I beg you don't do that, give it back." Ember whimpered, nearly crying as he watched the pages fall to the ground. It was clear that Jandrah hated that book because it took Ember's attention away from him. However that book was very important to him as it held many of his thoughts and personal sketches.
Jandrah laughed at the Duskulls begging and stopped, picking up the torn pages and stuffing them back in the book before returning."Fine but don't let it distract you too much from me again my puppet. Let me sing for you." He said, it could be taken as a threat or an apology but either way Jandrah knew Ember would listen to him out of fear. Closing his eyes, Jandrah began to hum softly his voice melodic and eerie. Slowly Jandrah began to sing his eerie voice echoing softly through the town.
"Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep, Lay your head down child.
I won't let the boogeyman come.Counting bodies like sheep
to the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind to the rabble, Pay no mind to the rabble. Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind what other voices say,
they don't care about you, like I do, like I do.
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils. See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do. Just stay with me, safe and ignorant, go back to sleep,
go back to sleep.
Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come. Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums.Pay no mind to the rabble, pay no mind to the rabble. Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums. I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons.I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason.
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices dear.They're one in the same.I must isolate you.
Isolate and save you from yourself. Swaying to the rhythm of the new world order, and count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums. The boogeymen are coming
the boogeymen are coming. Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drums.
Stay with me safe and ignorant. Just stay with me.
Hold you and protect you from the other ones. The evil ones don't love you dear, go back to sleep."
NME sighed lightly when his book was returned and listened to Jandrah's soft, calming voice as he sang to him. Even if the song was worrying to some, Ember found comfort in it. his eye closing lightly as he listened, the glow from his eye turning a soft blue.
(Long post is long, Song is Pet - A Perfect Circle. With slight edits to the words to make it more suitable.