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do not pray anymore; the sky is deaf

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she can't put her finger on it, but something feels wrong. each wound closes between her and palkia, sure, but it feels like a feeble patch on a gushing wound... destined to keep reopening if the body twists the wrong way. sand trickles down in the hourglass - not much longer now, she suspects - and instinct screams for more time.

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they can't do it all. they need help.

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space continues to break without its counterpart, its companion against the eons of immortal existence. she steals a glance at the spatial dragon as it seals yet another open wound.

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is it lonely in the sheer nothingness and every thingness of universal expanses? does it call for its brethren when it can no longer bear the weight of its single existence in this world? is that why it called to her and she to it? she suspects loneliness reaches even the holiest of beings in the end. watching things begin, end, and repeat all over again must wear on the mind after decades and ages but where is its counterpart? where is dialga to help return the universe to its divine glory? why is space working without time? how -

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jayden's voice breaks her line of thought and she turns, almost startled in her distraction.

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"the drk triad, for one."

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always watching, always meddling...

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"the creator, too."

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how else could they possibly explain how the father could simply sit back and watch its creations burn? how could arceus watch the universe decay unless it wished for it to be so?

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she feels a flare of primordial rage - palkia's, not quite her own - and she tenses slightly. ice forms, then, by jayden's hand and they're traversing it to get closer to the next open wound. she propels herself forward a little faster with small bursts of pink energy firing from her hands, expecting him to match her hurry...

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for time seems to be against them here.

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"these look like the last ones."

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she counts three, maybe four, but the rest seem to be sealed by mysterious ore glittering red next to her and palkia's pink spatial energy. they have little to no time left, she fears, but perhaps they'll succeed even without time's help. her head turns quickly to find jayden, to implore him to focus, but she suspects her endeavors would be in vain - he's already present, willing to help aid their spatial cause.

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"if you see any new ones, please call them out."

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and she gets to work on the closest wound, pink energy once again rising to begin the sealing process.

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POSTED ON May 10, 2024 19:15:51 GMT

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"the drk triad?"

[break][break] jayden recognizes the turn of phrase. for anyone who existed within hoenn's history, it would've been impossible not to. like shards of glass, evidence of the infernal organization were littered all throughout the region's timescape.

[break][break] the cyberchase future that they'd been torn away from. the smattering of diamond hooves against littleroot's torn battleground. the force of a third organization's influence pushing, pushing, pushing —

[break][break] "do you know what they want?" he says instead, though the answer is obvious. "other than killing us, i mean."

[break][break] he had been in kanto when the star soiree had happened, but that didn't mean that jayden was absent from it's influence. but any of his interactions with the assassins had faded into the annals of history, set apart from individual influence. he still remembers the fervor sparked by staring at the blond man who had chained dialga away, how he'd pushed aside the league's transgressions in the face of a much more devastating force.

[break][break] 'THERE'S NO TIME.'

[break][break] knowing that they are short on it, jayden allows the conversation to settle as he watches his lost sister break away and tend to the shattered spaces, stitching together the landscape torn away by mere seams.

[break][break] red crystal glimmers and his attention is drawn. not to another portal of his past selves but instead the vision of his ungodly patron in the distance, teeth bared, eyes glimmering icy blue. it pulls at him, tugging away at the thin threads of hate and despair, pulling him away.

[break][break] 'WE ARE RUNNING SHORT OF IT.'

[break][break] "i'll go look."

[break][break] the cursed springs away from the alchemist, allowing his icy hand to guide him towards another fold in space. slowly but steadily, he witnesses the gilded touch of palkia's chosen intertwining with mysterious red ore. it glitters like a crimson river, evoking strong memories of his father's blood-red gaze. yet, it's not the fractured timelines that drag him towards the looming danger. it's the sight of layered rock and vivid red, a fissured basin, the glimpse of something fearful and ominous behind a glimmering tree.

[break][break] immediately and without pause, jayden pivots. his heart pulses with sudden resolve, as he positions himself in front of the panel to shield it from view, and locks eyes with the alchemist several feet away.

[break][break] "i don't see anything here," he lies. he lies he lies he lies. "are we almost done?"

[break][break] 'WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME.'

[break][break] 'RUINATION IS COMING.'

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illeana reyes

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POSTED ON May 15, 2024 2:24:25 GMT

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his question makes her pause, hands stilling mid repair. what do they want? is it something simple or intricate? preservation or eradication? the pink glow fluctuates slightly as if spurred on by her spiraling thoughts. she has to stop them, has to refocus, before she's sent too far into an abyss of her own making.

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"no, but whatever it is? it's not good for us."

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not just us as in the universe, but avatars... she suspects her idle spoken prophecies to Isaac Merlo may yet come to pass. will people believe her in the end? the loss of avatars in an all out war, the reckoning foreseen in the future terminal of the cloud. would she be cursed to be ignored, forsaken, labeled crazy and locked away in a hollow prison?

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"i don't think we've seen the worst of their actions yet, but we will."

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soon, even, if the foreboding sensation in her bones is anything to put faith in. she feels the coming fallout, the end of ages as they know it. it feels, vaguely, like the breaking of human laws and morals in favor of the superiority of the divine. it will end in blood, destruction, death - a regular greek tragedy, if you will.

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the rift she had been working on finishes stitching together with a final sizzle of spatial energy cooling and she shifts to the one a few feet away. she hears him, briefly, as she idly works and her eyes follow for a moment as he begins to depart.

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"okay."

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with him searching for any additional tears in reality's fabric, she seals the second and the third. they exhaust her, she realizes, but it must be done. time is no longer on their side and even if it was, it has just about run out.

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his voice returns. it beckons her attention. her hands still and her head pivots like clockwork. she blinks, focusing not on the glass panel beyond but on him, her lost brother, her lost other half.

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"last one..."

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she holds her breath in concentration. palkia drifts closer to aid in the final sealing and with both halves of space brought together, she feels atlas's burden lessen against her shoulders. the last spatial wound screams its way into a newfound closure and she hisses through the strain of keeping control, of struggling and failing to maintain barely tethered control.

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the world fluctuates around them. the labyrinth rearranges itself into something whole, stitched back together despite the last grain of sand falling victim to the gravity of the hourglass. before the countdown could end, they succeeded... but at what cost?

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"done."

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palkia roars - a sound akin to shattering glass - and she tenses.

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this doesn't feel like it should. there's a hollowness still persisting even with the universe now restored... for it is the beginning of a long-coming pyrrhic victory and no amount of alchemy can prevent the inevitable from coming for her holy head.

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POSTED ON May 19, 2024 3:06:32 GMT

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[break][break] RUINATION IS COMING.

[break][break] Time is running out. The urge to destroy pulses through him as he stares across the fracturing field at illeana reyes, his own face reflected back in the illusory pink light of her eyes. As she works, he can clearly see it. The way that their history spans ahead of them, mingling with foretold futures.

[break][break] Cracks repair themselves with powerful psychic energy, potential disasters swollen with unending promise.

[break][break] 'Almost,' she says but all he can hear is the echoing demands of his Ruinous patron:

[break][break] FASTER. FASTER. FASTER.

[break][break] WE ARE ALMOST THERE.

[break][break] ALMOST AT THE END.

[break][break] Hoofprints carved into the sand, a winding tree and an ominous tug at the center of his heart. TING LU is somewhere, anywhere, and he is the one who needs to find it.

[break][break] Bitter frost gathers in his palm as he forges another wintery path to return to her. Palkia's chosen. The alchemist. The world seems to shift as her unspoken burden is released from her shoulders, little by little. But with each pebble that falls from Illeana's burden, another seems to be raised to his own. Hatred and resentment seep into him, weaving frayed threads into knotted cords.

[break][break] His bloodthirst nearly returns.

[break][break] KILL HER.

[break][break] Her back is turned to him, the glossy silver-white of her hair glimmering in eyes of crystal blue. The pale expanse of her neck is exposed. All it would take to slice her flesh, to end her life, is a single blow.

[break][break] He could do it. He could kill her.

[break][break] KILL HER. KILL HER. KILL HER.

[break][break] Pale light dances across frozen cheeks, casting his face aglow as the energy gathers in his palms. But suddenly, Palkia's terrifying ROAR echoes through the chasm and breaks the thread of his concentration. It snaps.

[break][break] When illeana reyes turns to him then, all she would find it the pallid demeanor of an old friend, anxiety flickering in his expression.

[break][break] "Done?" he affirms, head tilted towards her.

[break][break] Behind them, reflected in all the panels illeana reyes had mended, are echoes of their past and present. Different timelines that DIONYSUS had once led him through. But none of those matter, none of those things can change the present that is available to them now.

[break][break] There is no doubt in his mind. Ruination is coming, and there is nothing that anyone - that even he - can do to stop it.

[break][break] He offers a hand out to her, frigid blue swirling with softened azure.

[break][break] "Lead us home, Illie."

[break][break] jayden cross waits for her response, the crystalline red coursing through their shattered world, akin only to threads of fate.

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POSTED ON May 19, 2024 6:25:56 GMT

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done... for now.

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she knows, deep down on some vague prophetic level, that it will not hold. they will be back here with more spatial wounds, the labyrinth further crumbling into nothingness. they will race against time once more, unless time comes to their side in this era of universal uncertainty. she's a universal hero now, sure, but it will not last - it never does.

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and when everything comes crashing back down, will jayden cross still be here?

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will he help her again? or is it written in the stars she saved to be the villain in his story as he is in hers?

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she picks out anxiety from his pale composure, plucking it up and examining it as if a rare creature she doesn't understand. what is there to be anxious of now? they've saved the world. they're heroes... aren't they? she can't tell. her hands are forever stained, but she can't discern whether it's pink or red.

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"done."

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the echo is faintly hesitant - not the divine, all-encompassing answer she wants, but more reminiscent of the girl he had shared triangle sandwiches with. without the weight of the universe pressing upon her like crushing gravity, she feels the past slowly claw its way back in. it's funny, in a way, how in this beautiful, hallowed place... she doesn't quite despise it.

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he comes closer. the world rights itself and the labyrinth changes into something familiar - snowpoint, snowy, faintly warm and overwhelmingly cold. she turns, eyes seeking palkia and, beyond it, glass panels. she swears she sees her alternate selves when she whips around too quickly. like flashes in the corners of her peripheral, they evade her but she can hear them.

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they're laughing, smirking...

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will their expressions settle into surprise when she comes for them? when she disintegrates them into ashes of spatial decay?

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her eyes flare up with a spark of animosity. it lingers even when she turns back around, with palkia at her back, to stare at jayden cross and his outstretched hand. it cements long after she takes his hand, after hatred courses through the veins and every ounce of disgust toward his decisions floods her body into supersonic overdrive.

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she wants to recoil, to reel back and then strike him like a viper... but she holds discomfort at bay with palkia's presence tucked close. the spatial dragon's wings unfurl at her back and as they spread to full width, her head rises in barely there triumph (though it will not even last the way back.)

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"let's go home."

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woman and dragon, in tandem, beckon for a rift and after one last look at the spatial dimension, at the touches she has left littered throughout this place as her own makeshift claims, she tugs jayden forward into the rift to head home. the alternate versions of her across the multiverse watch her leave from the thin safety of their glass panels, her scarred back fading in a shimmer of pink, and they know as well as she: when all is said and done, she will be the origin point of their - illeana, alternates - demise.

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