illie, sap sipper
she/her
26
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SWORD
POSTED ON May 21, 2023 17:29:27 GMT
[attr="class","illeana"] [attr="class","illeana b"] [attr="class","illeana i"]satisfaction of an attack hitting its mark never lasts long. it fades into a quick, early death as retaliation rises quickly. and as the ground breaks apart beneath her feet, she is shoved down into the ground by the sheer force of the ting-lu's attack. somewhere in the haze, her head smashes into a rock and she sees stars. vision fades and for a moment, she's blind... left solely to the clutches of fear trying to cage them all in... trying to snuff them out beneath heavy rocks. the world spins on its axis, then, and nausea rises before awareness goes out entirely. she comes gasping back into consciousness near Greyson Connors and aaron faust, white hair stained red from an open head wound. a moment later, she's struggling to stand. her venusaur assists in this endeavor, holding her up as she tries to regain steady movement. there's still a sway to her, a sluggish sort of way her body operates. her head feels like it's splitting open. perhaps it is. "thank you."it's soft, mumbled only to her venusaur. the grass type is recalled a moment later, then, in favor of another pokemon. the pink body of mew comes into view quickly, a concerned look overtaking the mythical's expression. "additional healing here if anyone needs it."Greyson Connors has some of it covered, if not all of it, but she adds to the blanket of nourishment by increasing the flow of her healing mist. it blankets the ground around her, Greyson Connors, and aaron faust until there's not much dirt peeking out from behind the cover of pearly pink. additional healing comes from mew's quick thinking of floating around the vicinity with life dew. and as she surveys the change of scenery, a hand coated in pink mist rises to begin the process of healing her head. she pauses as she takes in the sight of an odd wooden statue... the horse looks familiar, but she can't place what any of this means. her head is a jumbled concoction of pain and thoughts trying to survive. sV2JTGem rusted sword. tl;dr |- passive healing mist up within 5 feet of illie - head injury, struggling... - lands near Greyson Connors & aaron faust- swaps out venusaur for mew - mew uses life dew on anyone nearby for additional healing
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