Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
Lt. Colonel, Medical Corps
AQUA Initiative
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
You're being healed. Please do not resist.
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John Sullivan
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POSTED ON Feb 22, 2021 19:32:19 GMT
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He would never know if his efforts to help the Commissioner would have been enough.
Before any real clash with the Nihilego could begin in earnest, everything around him was suckled into a void, leaving him and his pokemon scrambling for purchase on nothing.
Garo's psychic grasp brought them all together, and after making sure everyone was accounted for, Doug finally looked around himself.
Space. And lots of grey stuff.
Several heavy gulps of air later confirmed that no, he had not been dumped into the vacuum beyond the atmosphere, though the streams of glowing light sweeping like currents should probably have been his first clue.
Wide eyed and slack jawed, the youth stared at the void while at a complete loss.
Everything that had happened up until now had been new and shocking, but it had at least taken him to... places. Some familiar, some new, but recognizably places that belonged to Earth, if slightly warped at times.
He couldn't even begin to guess at where the heck he was now.
"Jeese James, I'm a long way from the farm now." He said as he swept a hand over his hair, his straw hat floating off it. "Huh? Oi!"
The youth flapped his arms ineffectively, trying to swim after it, realizing there was nothing to push or pull against a bit too late.
"Fudge! Garo, get that hat!" The youth began to order when he saw the accessory getting far too close to the unknown streams for comfort.
Garo's psychic grasp came over the hat just as its rim touched the flow.
Earlier, gazing into the grey streams, had simply given him generic or incomprehensible sights. Cataclysm or history, neither much called to the youth. Now?
Human history and apocalypse were washed away in ink blots of white... before the image a single woman sitting in a rocking chair began to form.
Around her, the porch of a wooden home with fields of wheat stretching before her appeared in blotches of desaturated colour.
With a small smile on her lips and her hands at her lap, she carefully weaved thick straws together into the shape of a hat.
John stared at the image for what felt like forever, his mouth parted open and his body limp.
His chest rose, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he lurched, his hands coming over his mouth as a sob wracked his throat, his shoulders trembling as droplets of tears floated out of his eyes.
He didn't want to see this. He had struggled hit hardest to not even think about such things for months, years.
He did not want it. But he needed it.
His eyes snapped open once again, the youth unable to stop himself from staring as hard as he could at what he knew he would never be again.
This was likely the last he would ever see of her; even if he could not stop crying, he would regret it if he looked away, he knew.
It was burnt into his heart and mind, and in the process it undid one of the many shackles the youth had bound himself with.
And then the stream was shattered apart as a thunderous roar boomed in the distance.
His pokemon crowded around him as a blast parted through several streams beyond the one, barely skirting around the destruction's radius while sobs still rocked his chest.
Whatever peace of mind he had managed to attain through all this, was almost shattered when he caught sight of the looming shadow of the lord of the realm.
That is to say, he almost pissed himself when he got a good look at it.
"God?" He asked, wide eyed, because what the heck else could this thing be? He wasn't an Arceus faithful, he didn't know what Dialga or Palkia or whatever looked like, but this couldn't just be a pokemon.
"Uh..." He said, wide eyed.
What did you say to a God after... invading its realm? Tripping into its realm? Was this its realm? Or was it here just to fetch him?
No, that was definitely giving himself too much credit. It was here to deal with someone dumb enough to end up in the 8th dimension while going to the bathroom.
He slowly peered towards his hat, which had, miraculously might I add, survived the Roar of Time by virtue of mostly being out of the way.
As if realizing this, Garo yanked it back, Doug catching it.
He stared at the handywork of his mother for a second, before looking back at the God.
He was sure there was no reason for him to be here, but... he did not lament getting caught up in it. He thought he might have just learned something.
The past couldn't be changed, but it could be remembered, learned from and accepted. Perhaps it should be let go of as well.
But he wasn't quite ready to do anything with this newfound understanding, but...
"Uh. I was on my way to the bathroom." He said honestly as he stared up at the God's gleaming maw, not needing to be a genius to know what was coming. "... I know it wasn't intentional, but... Thanks for the ride."
Despite almost pissing himself earlier, he couldn't help but reembrace the earlier sense of inner peace.
He tried smiling at the god, holding out his hat as a gift.
"Say. Wanna Join the Unofficial Bugcatchers Club?"
He liked to think he was blasted to the present specifically for that.
It wasn't strictly a no.
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