Lysandre/L

The official account of Lysandre or L, either one is fine

[lysandre-labs]

Hello hello! Welcome to my blog, this blog is run by me, Lysandre, L, whichever you prefer to call me. This is my personal blog, you can talk with me however you'd like, I take any and all requests for a little talk, anything you'd like to say, come and say it! I'd say refrain from hate but I'm bound to get some I'd imagine. I've done some things I'm not proud of, it's going to happen. I have to accept that kind of thing. But don't expect me to take kindly to your hatefulness. I'll try and remain civil but that's the best you'll get. I will not be friends with somebody who hates me, and I doubt they'd want to be friends either.

Seeing as this is my personal blog I will be posting things periodically just randomly and I will also reblog things that appeal to me with comments, I'm not a blank reblogger, if I have something to say I will say it, and usually I will. You may be surprised by some of the things I choose to reblog, if you don't like it, fantastic! I could care less, this is my blog not yours.

I have no DNI, but if I don't like you I will block you. I block freely, so you'll find out pretty quickly if I don't like what you have to say or an opinion that you share.

I will try to respond to people as quickly as I can if I get anything from anybody, I'll try to make it a point to respond to everything, even disgusting comments from hateful individuals and disgusting scum who dwindle the beauty that this world could hold. Of course even I have my limits so maybe I'll change my mind on this reply philosophy if things get too out of hand.

There are people who are very special to me, ask who they are if you'd like, but one of them is Corbeau, I'm proud of him and everything he's accomplished. He's done so much for people and pokemon, he really helps to make a beautiful world, I couldn't be prouder of him. I will not tolerate hate of any kind to him, if you come in being hostile about Corbeau I WILL bite back, formalities and manners aside. I don't take kindly to people bashing my favorite people. Hating on them. Even if some of my favorite people may be unexpected to most, I still won't take any negativity about any of them. Especially my top two, one of which is of course Corbeau as previously mentioned.

Red! I love red, it is my favorite color if you couldn't tell by my blog theme! It's such a lovely color, so beautiful and vibrant. I love that color very much! You could see it in my cafe too, it's all themed around that color. Unfortunately that cafe is now closed down but it's to be expected after I presumably died and after...everything else. Ah but I miss it, it's nice to see some people of team Flare working on these little coffee shops that gives back to the less fortunate.

I do hope I get some people here to say hello, comment, make conversation! I do enjoy talking to others and I'm more then willing to talk to or about people I like.

I think that's about all for the basics, now down to some explanation of this all

(Hello! This is a roleplay blog that doubles as my(Lysandre) personal blog! I'm always going to be in character so don't try and break me out. Maybe some things I say will seem out of character to you or some of the people that I like, but you don't control me, these are all based off my own memories as I am a Lysandre fictive in a system. If you are uncomfortable with that then you're free to not interact, but let it be known that I AM in fact Lysandre/L. I have some very canon divergent memories and some canon compliant. Feel free to do with that as you please. Feel free to hate, but I won't like it. I'm very excited to try this out, I'm very excited to do this! A roleplay blog will be fun! Please interact! And have a good day/evening/night!)

[lysandre-labs]

What...? Had he...? While A had done this with some of the others they were all like himself so seeing that he'd managed to reach someone else... Although... Maybe they were similar? This Lysandre had reminded him of A after all. The fact he'd immediately leapt in to stop them meant something had to be wrong though. He only reached out to him like this when there was danger.

"Is it the gate? Is there something else wrong with it?"

Run a scan.

Oh... He carefully did as he asked and flinched as it blared at him instantly. Did... Did this gate have some kind of protection program in it? Was that why it was acting up on him like this? Was A trying to warn them of this? Ever since Hyperspace he'd been able to sense these things after all. (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre seemed curious about this. He would hear the voice again. It felt weird hearing a voice that carried familiarity speaking to him practically in his own head. How did it work? He had to say, he was fascinated by the concept. He had many other questions but the task at hand was more important then his curiosity. So he'd watch as a scan would be run and see that fact that it had security on it. Lysandre had remembered some sort of 'kill code' he can put in to override security measures if something was ever to go wrong with his technology or if it was to fall in the wrong hands. He doubts seeing how hastily it was all put up that they even knew about his security codes built into the core of the technology let alone even trying to remove them. The only issue with that is...he doesn't remember what it was. He doesn't remember what the code even was. He had it memorized before, he would've never written it down, but much like other memories, especially ones that seemed so 'minor', he didn't have a recollection of what it could be. All he could do was try to remember or hope this Corbeau could figure out how to override Quasartico Inc.'s security measures. It made him feel useless.

"How did he know?" Lysandre would ask curiously. "How did he know that there was something more going on here? How did he know that there would be some security measures in place? He isn't even here and he seemed to just...know." Lysandre said. Frankly he was even a little impressed by this. Maybe security measures would seem obvious but the fact that a guy who isn't even here could just tell was astonishing.

[lysandre-labs]

A look of bewilderment and horror came to his face as he learned the reason for such hastiness. Was... Was that what was going on in his Lumiose? They had been detecting strange readings and there had been more Pokemon than usual in their habitats... But that was no excuse for such a poor effort. If they truly wanted to help then they would have taken the time to make sure it was actually safe for everyone. It... It infuriated him to see such a terrible a job from Quasartico of all people. So when he saw that it had connected he went to install the patch only to suddenly freeze as a familiar wave of dread went through him and a voice rang out.

"...So that's what's been going on. I wondered what those readings were about... Ah but...! That's still no excuse for this. If they wanted to help the Pokemon then they should have taken more care. I understand not being prepared for such a large amount but there were better ways to handle this. Oh... Whoever coded this did a terrible job. It shouldn't take long to-"

Wait mon cher!

"...A?"

(Lysandre can hear him too since he's trying to warn them both.) (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre shared the sentiment that this Corbeau had, that feeling of horror, he had felt it too when he first learned about all of this. It was a lot to take in. But Lysandre would hear a voice ring out and look around for the source. Where had that came from? He was just listening to this Corbeau speak, showing his clear displeasure for what was going on here and how hasilty things had been put up here. The man seemed confused. He didn't see anybody near by, so where had the voice came from. And it was telling them to wait, to stop. How...confusing. How strange. He looked to Corbeau and could tell that he had heard it as well, especially with the fact that he said A. A was Sycamore in his world, wasn't it? The voice did sound...mildly familiar.

"I...I don't understand." He'd say to himself. "Is there some kind of problem? Why are we suppose to wait?" Lysandre asked, trying to communicate back somehow. The warning was mildly ominous. He wanted more information! Why were they suppose to halt fixing this, how did he even know what they were doing, and why was he talking to them.

[lysandre-labs]

He couldn't help but be angered as well, a low rumble leaving him as he pushed up his glasses. They had stolen it from him and hadn't even bothered to set it up properly! How had this been allowed? What could have caused them to throw not only this one but several others up without even looking into how that would affect the city? Something had to have caused this disregard and as soon as they fixed this mess he was going to have a word with the one in charge.

"Booting it up now. Why did they set these up in the first place? We were just trying to preserve the environment and make the city more suitable for Pokemon and people. I... How did no one look into this?" (Hyperspace Corbeau)

It seems like they shared a frustration and rightfully so. This was very...well frustrating! He wanted this to be fixed. He wished they would've consulted with him about this...well he understands why they didn't, they thought he was dead, plus, who'd want to converse with him about his technology after what he had done? It was much easier to take it for themselves and claim it as their own. Humanity was so greedy. He understood why he went insane in the past. It was so tempting to succumb to that insanity again...but he mustn't do such a thing, not again. He was trying to better himself, not fall back into old mindsets.

"Pokemon were being attracted to the city because of Prism Tower, the energy being released was like a calling to the pokemon and they couldn't control it as they decided to get closer. There was so many pokemon, the only way they saw fit to fix the problem was to contain them so they wouldn't hurt anybody or hurt the city. So they thought these prisons for the pokemon were for the best. They thought this was good." Lysandre scoffed. "But they didn't care to even look into it when setting them up, they just set them up and then kept setting them up because they 'worked' and Pokemon kept coming. Quasartico Inc. clearly didn't actually care about the health and safety of the pokemon when putting these up. They just needed a solution to the pokemon problem."

[lysandre-labs]

『🍃』 ー a small, lone leafeon was wandering about. it seemed she could only walk forward on both her front legs- having lost usage of her hind legs due to paralysis. it was a cloudy day, so mimi was not able to use photosynthesis to generate energy. she looked somewhat fatigued. suddenly, she lightly bumped into L's leg and let out a soft yelp of surprise. she hadn't noticed the man prior so she hadn't been expecting this encounter at all.

(i hope this lil starter is alright! i love the idea of this lil girl meeting L a lot 🥺)

-@verdoyantes

The man had just been wandering around outside, something that became frequent for years now. He didn't have a real home after all, he was just outside. Of course with the elements that wasn't always pleasant but he felt as though he just couldn't complain. He hadn't even noticed the pokemon as it bumped into him. Startled, he would look down and see the little pokemon. A leafeon, a sweet seeming little thing. By the looks of it, the pokemon didn't have use of all it's legs. He would crouch down to be better level with the pokemon, but still not completely as L was quite a large man. "I'm sorry little one, I didn't see you there." He would say, observing the Leafeon carefully. "You seem very tired. Are you alright?" He would ask her. He wondered if he could possibly help the poor thing in some way.

(This is so sweet 🥺)

[lysandre-labs]

He'd gaze into the zone at the Pokemon wandering around at that, a deep frown coming his face, and rub at his temples. If this kept up he was going to get a headache. Xerneas knows how ill it must be making the Pokemon living there. If even Lysandre could feel something it had to be the priority in his patch. He wasn't about to let this continue and he pulled up the hologram before letting the other man see what they had.

"It's a low buzzing sound. I... I think I might be getting a headache... Ah... You're right though... We have to fix it. They're more sensitive to this than me. This could lead to several health issues long term. Not to mention how it's affecting the environment on top of that. Here. This is the program I'm using. I can try to connect to the gate and then we can work from there." (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre would look over at what he was doing. And of course he listened to the man explain. Yes they definitely had to do something if it was causing this many problems for this Corbeau. Imagine how much it could be harming the pokemon! Just what did those people do to his technology?? How did they screw it up so bad that it's becoming physically harmful. For a moment, Lysandre remembered why he got so bitter in the first place, why his resentment towards humanity had gotten as bad as it had gotten. How in the world do you move past something like this? It angered him. But...he mustn't get too mad, he doesn't want to spiral like he did in the past. No...he was just starting to get better, he had to calm down. He couldn't lose it in front of this version of his son. But the anger would remain, he just subdued it. The man would let out a sigh. He couldn't share what was going on internally. He didn't want to frighten the man. He was just upset that something created to help others was being used to cause harm, harm they probably didn't even realize it was causing, it showed just how little they cared.

"Yes that sounds good. Connect to the gate. We need to solve this problem asap. How something so serious can go over somebody's head, it really goes to show just how little they cared when setting this all up. It's very disheartening."

[lysandre-labs]

He'd nod and close his eyes to better get a feel for what he was sensing, grimacing slightly as it quickly became grating and he was forced to move back. Did all of them produce that sound? Is that why the Pokemon seemed so keen on attacking? It hurt him knowing they hadn't even bothered to check for that before putting it up and fueled him to correct the problem more. Though he couldn't help but worry at that last statement as he was certain the other wasn't out there for the reasons he often was.

"Yes... It's... Ah... Xerneas that's bad... I'll have to patch that out too. Thank you. I'll get to work as soon as possible." (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre looked at the man with worry in his eyes. Whatever was coming from the gate it was clearly hurting him in some way. It made Lysandre want to destroy the thing. He'd disable it now if he had the stuff to do so. He didn't like seeing him so uncomfortable. It was far too nostalgic in an unpleasant way. Lysandre thought nothing of the last thing he said. The man said it causally like it didn't matter and didn't realize this Corbeau would have any concern for his situation, though he knows his Corbeau held concern for whatever reason. But yes, Lysandre was...homeless. Mostly. It was a complicated situation. He wouldn't even know how to began to describe it properly. But the man didn't have a place to be really.

"I wish I could hear what you are hearing to better understand. If I could hear it I can probably identify the exact problem. It was my technology after all." The man sighed. "But alas, I can not. I can feel something wrong though. I just can not hear it myself. Not fully at least. But it's clearly not anything good and must be fixed at once. If it's effecting you in such a way, then who's to say how it's effecting the pokemon? It would explain the aggression."

[lysandre-labs]

Me again with more questions—I was curious about who all you have for Pokemon? What’re they like or do they have nicknames or anything else? I love hearing people talk about their teams and even just hearing you speak about Zygarde with such care I imagine the Pokémon that stay with you must mean a lot to you as well!

-🌃

Yes all my Pokemon mean quite a lot to me. I could never replace them even if stuff happens to some of them. They'll never be replaced in my heart. My closest pokemon have to be my Pyroar and Gyarados. As for nicknames? I can't quite remember if I gave them any.

[lysandre-labs]

There was a flash of light in the distance and Beau would land near the zone not long after, getting to his feet from the roll he'd been in and leaning back against the wall before gazing over at him with a smile. He'd returned to normal whilst up on the roof, except for his horns that is, and was already feeling the exhaustion from being like that. It always took a lot out of him but he could still do what he needed despite that. Although... He swore he could feel some sort of buzzing going past his horns...

"I need to know what the environment is like here and the Pokemon inside. I need to account for that so I don't risk endangering them more. Then I can patch this zone and hopefully correct the damage. I... I want to do that much for them. Hmm... I can see why some of them act so aggressively too. I can sense... something from the gate with my horns..." (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre had seen the alternate version of his son as he went across the roofs. It was very interesting to watch. He knows some people like to go across them because it's quicker but he usually preferred to just walk. Maybe he should try the roofs one day...maybe it would be fun? He hasn't had 'fun' in awhile. When he had joined Corbeau he was going to bring up the flash of light, unsure of what it was. That didn't seem normal, did it mean something? Lysandre had no idea, he couldn't see where it was coming from either. He glanced over to this Corbeau to see if he'd bring it up, but he'd bring up something else instead.

"Oh? Is there something wrong with the gate? I wouldn't be surprised considering how poorly constructed the rest of this is. But anyways, I can provide you with as much information as we need, I did a lot of research, and I've spent pretty much all of my time outdoors lately." He said.

[lysandre-labs]

*impregnates your gay-ass son*

P-Pardon? What does this- what does this mean?

[lysandre-labs]

That put him at ease and he cleared his throat after it made a pleased rumble leave him, not acknowledging that his tail was wagging again as he agreed to work with him. He'd made it so having him help would mean less of a chance of something going wrong even if it felt strange doing so. But he pushed past that and let him know where to meet him before launching himself at the wall and using the corner to wall jump up onto the roof. It was much faster to go over than around.

"I'd like that yes. I don't want to risk what could happen if I patched it without making sure its safe. I'll meet you over at the Wild Zone near here." (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre nods. That seems fair.

"Alright, I'll meet you there!" He would say before the man would take off.

Lysandre just watched him as he went off. He would wait a little bit before following after him. What exactly would they be doing? What would they be looking into, so many questions. Lysandre knew quite a bit about the environments and the pokemon, he was a scientist after all and he still remembered that information. He did a lot of research. The man would go to join the alternate version of his son at the wild zone. This was still so strange to him. But he was so interested in this. Maybe he can help this Corbeau return to his own world. Joining him though, he'd stand besides the other Corbeau.

"So...what will we be doing? What information do you need exactly? I'll do my best to provide it and anything else we can find out together."

[lysandre-labs]

(hihi!! i was wondering if you would be alright w/ a starter from a self insert protag who doubles as the xy and plza protag? :0 i feel that interactions with lysandre would be very interesting in the case)

(Oh? Well I'd be interested in trying it out! Go ahead!)

[wegotfoodathome]

Corbeau has one recurring nightmare.

It’s of the day Lysandre broadcast to the entire region of Kalos that was he was going to kill them all, and that included Corbeau.

He doesn’t know what scares him the most about it. The fear of death, or the fact that Lysandre did not deem Corbeau worthy enough to keep alive.

Corbeau is not a good person, and he knows this. There is reason his name is murmured fearfully through the alleys, and there is blood deeply stained under his fingertips if you look closely enough. Despite this, everything Corbeau does is for the greater good- for Lumiose city, for future generations, for Kalos as a whole. Lysandre rooted this seed deep in his heart, and then left it to die.

Why was Corbeau not good enough?

Why did Lysandre leave?

He can only imagine it must be the for the same reason his parents, and everyone in between them left.

…

But it doesn’t really matter.

The only time Lysandre succeeds in genocide is in Corbeau’s dreams, where he faces his last moments of life. Sometimes he’s angry, sometimes he’s crying. Most of the time he wakes up from a bright flash of light feeling numb.

It’s hard to go back to sleep after. He usually takes a bath or shower, or goes out for a late walk on nights he’s strangely shaken.

Sometimes he hopes to see Lysandre on his walk. Corbeau knows he’s alive, he has too many tabs on Lumiose to not know that, but he also knows this is not the Lysandre that once knew him. It would be a waste of breath to ask Lysandre why he hated him so.

Corbeau does his best to move on. He gets dressed the next morning, as he does every morning, and doesn’t think about how Lysandre showed him how to properly tie a tie. He doesn’t think about how Lysandre helped him buy his first apartment, one barely half the size of where he lives now as he cleans the kitchen after breakfast. He doesn’t think about the time Lysandre patted him on the back, and said that he saw himself in Corbeau as he passes the little mirror hanging by the front door.

When Philippe asks how his night was, he tells him it was fine. Corbeau then sits at his desk, and does what he can to make the world a better place.

[ask-corbeau]

@lysandre-labs

[lysandre-labs]

I'm sorry...

[lysandre-labs]

Despite it all he gave him his usual gentle smile, carefully scratching at his head as he sheepishly admitted that he wasn't sure how to get home. It had been so sudden after all and while he was largely fascinated by it another part was still getting used to it. The Pokemon were different here after all and he'd have to account for that and the current state of the habitats they were in along with-Oh... He'd been rambling again hadn't he? The slap to his neck from a certain Venipede proved that much.

"It's the least I can do. I... don't know how exactly I ended up here or how to get back but... While I'm here I want to help. I'll make sure it's safe for the city and the Pokemon. Hmm... I just need data on the Pokemon and the environment... A small patch should improve things but I'll need to account for-Ah! Sorry... I... can get carried away..." (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre listened to him as he would start to ramble a bit. He remembers having the tendency to do that sometimes back in the day, usually when he had a lot of information or got excited about something. It was very amusing to see it from this Corbeau. Of course much like Lysandre would himself when it happend to him, this Corbeau seemed to become a little bit embarrassed as he caught himself going about stuff. Ofcourse Lysandre didn't mind, he liked hearing about it all, what he would have to do and what he would have to know to get everything working properly. He was interested in hearing about all he had to say. Lysandre would smile a bit when he would apologize.

"There is really no need to apologize, Beau. It's all very interesting to hear about. I can probably help you get the information you'd need if you'd like." Lysandre would offer. "Of course that's only if you'd like my help, I want to do whatever I can do help out here. And I do happen to know quite a bit as well. I just want to do what I can you help you make things right here."

[lysandre-labs]

A pained chuckle left him at those words before he took several deep breaths, more blue smoke bellowing from his mouth as he did. How couldn't he want to believe in them? Part of him couldn't accept that they had changed so much but another had come to understand what they had to have been feeling. They hurt him but... Dwelling on it would never help any of them. That was the mistake they had both made. He wouldn't do that. So he got to his feet and glanced towards where the Wild Zone was with determination.

"I... I guess... I see them that way too. I... What good would it do anyone if I didn't at least try? I have to. For their sakes and mine. I'm just doing what's right here too. Your world deserves that as much as mine." (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Lysandre could really see the distress on this Corbeau, he wished he could do more to help but frankly, what more could he do? All he could really do was talk to him, and he couldn't tell if that was helping at all or making things worse for him. He wasn't a mind reader after all, but in these kinds of situations that power would be helpful. Either way, he had a good heart and Lysandre was impressed by him, impressed by his drive to do what's right. He hopes he was treated right in his world, he hoped that things were at least ok. He deserved that much at least, he deserved kindness. This Corbeau deserved so much for how willing he was to help.

"Well thank you. I appreciate you not leaving this world behind, wanting to help where they have failed here. The people who set this up. They stole from me and didn't even use what they stole properly. It's...disheartening. But I'm glad that you're helping us here now. We can use all the help we can get as you can see. I'm sure your efforts will be appreciated here. At least they will be by me."

[lysandre-labs]

A soft and saddened inhuman noise would leave him as he said that and he would curse under his breath at the instinct, averting his eyes as he pulled himself together. While he'd been getting better at handling those feelings, mostly due to Lebanne, it didn't lessen how much it still hurt. How he was still coming to terms with what both of the two who raised him had done.

"Ah... I... I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I... He and Augustine both taught me that. Especially Augustine. The professor... He didn't take it well. When he... did that. Nothing I did seemed to help. I... I'm okay now. I have people I can rely on. I don't know when he might come back but... I still want to make Lumiose a beautiful place for him. For everyone." (Hyperspace Corbeau)

Ah so Sycamore had taken care of him too in his world? Here it was only Lysandre who had taken care of Corbeau, how interesting. Corbeau had met Augustine, of course he had, but the man had no hand in raising him. But Lysandre noticed the struggle that seemed to be present within this Corbeau at such talks. Perhaps they should stop? He didn't want him to be upset of course. But he would continue to talk about it so Lysandre would let him, unless he seemed to be extremely uncomfortable then there was no reason to stop him from sharing and vise versa.

"Ah I see, Augustine from this world had no hand in raising this Corbeau. It was just me who had taken care of him. I think of the boy as a son. The fact you're trying to hard to impress them both, for your version of me despite him having left, it's nice of you to do so. I'm glad you continue to want to help this world despite things that have taken place. Not everybody would do that in your shoes."

[lysandre-labs]

Absolutely! These are Pokémon that have been around longer than even humanity in some cases. They don’t show themselves to just anyone, and they especially don’t continue to stick around for as long as Zygarde seems to have stuck by you without reason. It sounds like it believed you to be a good companion as well!

-🌃

Well if Zygarde truly enjoyed my company then I am glad. It had helped me through a lot. Yes some pokemon have really been around forever now, huh?