Lars
he / him / his
thirty-two
july 26
Sootopolis, Hoenn
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
the jury. [fw2]
POSTED ON Jan 30, 2024 19:20:49 GMT
It doesn’t take long before word of the Three-Day War reaches you, and you’re summoned to Evergrande for the meeting.
This is where you get your first shock—that the region’s champion at the time, one ALEXANDER STONE was literally a blinding neon-flashing blur amidst the haze of the grays that your field of vision could pick up.
Nobody would understand why you would always look over at the Champion out of concern, borderline alarm—and you feared that nobody else in the room would understand the extent of your shared blessing, and so you kept quiet about it; for the moment.
Then the actual day of battle arrives, and you’re thrown towards Meteor Falls; watching as the rest of the League-affiliated people disperse… some of them starting to ‘regain’ their color as they depart.
(You hope that it’s not the last of them, though they pale in comparison to what ALEXANDER STONE was, a literal screaming beacon of color. There was also someone else, among either the Mauville or those at the Falls, whose color was starting to bleed in rather heavily, yet you couldn’t remember who it was…)
And for all the time you were fighting for the survival of the Hoennian race against the Megalopolans, you hoped that no harm would befall h̵̥̠̭͓͓̅͑͂͂̀͠ī̴̯͈͈̇͘ṁ̵̢͖͊̆̾̀, especially considering that you both owned a Type:Null at the time, before all the Nulls in existence back then went berserk and forcibly evolved.
For a few, painful moments, you wondered if ȟ̷̳̜̳̙̜͙e̴̖̦̩̅̑́̃̍͝ was alright, because you’d almost gotten mauled by Amir, your then-recently-evolved Silvally…
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