Prince of Darkness, DJ Sorrow.
he him
26
NOVEMBER THIRD
spikemuth, galar
questioning
MUSICIAN
civilian
I Live I Die I Live Againnn Im Coming With My Army Of Skeletonsssss
TAG WITH @dylan
dylan sayer
STUCK UP IN MY WAYS [FW2]
POSTED ON Dec 6, 2023 7:17:40 GMT
Ollie looked between the two of them, slowly piecing it together. The lavender haired boy, and the dark haired man, whose face looked like his. The wide open eyes, the fear. There was something heartening about it, about fearing what he'd just seen. He approached, prompting a snarl from Skeledirge. Dylan slowly walked up, holding his nose out for the crocodile to sniff it.
There was something off about Skeledirge, that Dylan didn't have to reckon with until now. As relieving as it is that it lived this long, its breaths were sharp. Its eyes were wide, with a slight mistiness in the corners. Dylan bit his lip, and took a knee. "I... I think he's sick. And he's stronger, but... I can't keep doing this to him, just because I'm not strong enough without him."
To that end, he rummaged around in his pockets, pulling out a pokeball and putting Skeledirge away. Dylan then stood up and faced Ollie. "...If that's... Was that you?" He scrunched up his nose for a bit, and glanced aside. "You have a lot of explaining to do, but let's walk and talk."
All the while, the two of them set about repairing what they could in the area. The uprooted trees were replanted, and there were trips to the ports to tell civilians it was safe to return to town. The entire time, Dylan voiced his concerns about not trusting people with too much power, and about pokemon going from companions and pets to an extension of their owner's power and ego. While the specific examples he cited were quaint to the ranger, he eventually put the dots together. "He told you to step aside too. So... He was on his way to get someone else. And I think that means... over the next six years, I'm not gonna be happy with how other people check these people I'd target."
"I get why you'd feel that way, but did you ever think you were gonna fight everyone who posed a threat to anyone?"
It was a valid question, really. Dylan glanced at the ground and thought for a second. "No. Now that I think about it, no. And... I could feel how bitter he was when he talked to me." He said, using his hands to make a mound of soil. Evidently, a fruit-bearing tree that was felled in battle still had seeds that could be planted. Dylan squeezed a berry in his hand, exposing both the seeds, and some juices to let them germinate in the ground and grow.
"When you're ready, you're coming into custody-- Actually... I think I know what you can do with those feelings. How would you feel about... being stationed somewhere and defending the people and wildlife there?"
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