Derren has been noticing it more and more of late; Luxord is able to break through and speak for a few seconds before Derren regains control, he is able to walk a few steps before Derren realises what's happening, and it makes Derren very uneasy. Not that he'd usually begrudge anyone's having control over their own body, assuming they are not on stage at one of his shows, but as Luxord's body is in fact presently Derren's he thinks this can be considered a special case.
Still, he doesn't realise exactly how large a problem he has until he goes to sleep in his bed and wakes up in a field, with a bright yellow rabbit sitting on his chest.
Good morning, Luxord's voice says brightly in his mind.
"Er," Derren says, staring at the rabbit.
The rabbit stares back and flicks an ear, then makes a rather unrabbitish noise. It sounds like 'Peecah'.
You may be wondering why you are here.
"Well, you're evidently psychic," Derren mutters, raising a hand to push the rabbit off his chest. "Come on; move."
The rabbit looks startled, and what look like sparks start flickering about its cheeks, and then Derren is in quite a lot of pain.
He hears Luxord sigh in his mind as he slumps back into unconsciousness. I'll explain later.
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"Right," Derren says, when some time has passed and he is, obviously, conscious. "Putting aside the fact that I think throwing me through portals without permission is extremely rude: why?"
I wished to know whether I could still access the darkness, Luxord says. I have no doubt that, in my circumstances, you would also have wanted to test the boundaries of your power.
Derren, sitting with his back against a tree trunk, eyes the nearby electric rabbits suspiciously. "And can you use that power to take us back?"
Not for the moment, Luxord says, entirely unapologetically.
"Of course not."
Opening portals takes a great deal of energy. I shall need time to recuperate.
"And how long will that take?"
Approximately as long as it will take for your present situation to cease to be amusing, Luxord says, and even though he has no physical form with which to smirk Derren can hear him smirking. In the interval, I suggest you try to become a Pokémon Master.
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Derren has been noticing it more and more of late; Luxord is able to break through and speak for a few seconds before Derren regains control, he is able to walk a few steps before Derren realises what's happening, and it makes Derren very uneasy. Not that he'd usually begrudge anyone's having control over their own body, assuming they are not on stage at one of his shows, but as Luxord's body is in fact presently Derren's he thinks this can be considered a special case.
Still, he doesn't realise exactly how large a problem he has until he goes to sleep in his bed and wakes up in a field, with a bright yellow rabbit sitting on his chest.
Good morning, Luxord's voice says brightly in his mind.
"Er," Derren says, staring at the rabbit.
The rabbit stares back and flicks an ear, then makes a rather unrabbitish noise. It sounds like 'Peecah'.
You may be wondering why you are here.
"Well, you're evidently psychic," Derren mutters, raising a hand to push the rabbit off his chest. "Come on; move."
The rabbit looks startled, and what look like sparks start flickering about its cheeks, and then Derren is in quite a lot of pain.
He hears Luxord sigh in his mind as he slumps back into unconsciousness. I'll explain later.
"Right," Derren says, when some time has passed and he is, obviously, conscious. "Putting aside the fact that I think throwing me through portals without permission is extremely rude: why?"
I wished to know whether I could still access the darkness, Luxord says. I have no doubt that, in my circumstances, you would also have wanted to test the boundaries of your power.
Derren, sitting with his back against a tree trunk, eyes the nearby electric rabbits suspiciously. "And can you use that power to take us back?"
Not for the moment, Luxord says, entirely unapologetically.
"Of course not."
Opening portals takes a great deal of energy. I shall need time to recuperate.
"And how long will that take?"
Approximately as long as it will take for your present situation to cease to be amusing, Luxord says, and even though he has no physical form with which to smirk Derren can hear him smirking. In the interval, I suggest you try to become a Pokémon Master.