to the wind [ m/c ]

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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to the wind [ m/c ]

POSTED ON Mar 20, 2021 23:22:14 GMT

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Fingertips, roughened from work and stained with traces of ink from freshly printed address stickers, brush at a slab of stone. Dusting away a thick layer of cobwebs and leaves that had settled over the rounded arch of a weathered tablet; one that’s faded from age and the elements as it sits tucked away in a field of verdant. [break][break]

Angelo wouldn’t have clicked that this tiny, simplistic monument would be dedicated to the Eon Duo – whom he knew as The Guardians of Alto Mare – with its modest appearance and faded, unintelligible scripture. Yet when he’d stumbled upon it some months prior in his travels around Hoenn, he’d been pleased to find the familiar shapes of the avian legendries etched into the stone. Peeking through a tangle of vines that stubbornly stuck to its surface. [break][break]

Even if their presence was far more subdued, tucked underneath a line of trees with a backdrop of a bubbling river, than the monuments dedicated to them back in his hometown, it was a piece of comforting familiarity to him. One that Angelo felt like he needed after the recent events that had fallen and started to pile into his palms all at once. [break][break]

And so, with a free afternoon, he made his way towards the route that borders Oldale with the intention of grasping hold of some introspective. Relieving himself of any responsibilities, any chores and of any one person for at least a couple of hours. [break][break]

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His bike, blue and shining in the sun, is left to lean against one side of a tree trunk while Angelo flicks a few more leaves off the Eon Duo’s modest monument. Aries does little to help as he occupies himself with riding a gentle breeze, twirling up towards a sunbeam that cascades down on the small woodland clearing and causing particles to shimmer. But then, the Whimsicott never agreed to help in the first place. [break][break]

“Yeah, thanks, Ari. Cotton Spores are just what this place needs.” [break][break]

After rolling his sleeve over his hand and using it to give a noncommittal final wipe down, stone tablet still not entirely clean of the nature that claims it, Angelo gives in with a huff. Falling back on his ass to sit underneath the tree. [break][break]

“Ow. Ow. The hell...” An uncomfortable jab stabs him in the butt when he lands, Angelo awkwardly shifting with a frown as he fishes his key out of his back pocket. He couldn't remember putting them there... Fingertips squeeze around the singular piece of metal and accompanying keychain for a few lingering beats, before slipping it into his jacket pocket. [break][break]

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POSTED ON Apr 6, 2021 1:47:50 GMT

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"Oh! You... also come here!"

The sound of gravel crunching beneath tire treads heralded her coming. A small, older woman with inordinate amounts of frizzy black hair had just pulled up along the dirt path, the spokes of her town bike ticking as she coasted to a stop.

The overgrown little shrine was not unfamiliar to her-- as a child, she remembered riding past it with her friends. One time they had even left an offering of food to the spirits there. It had been gone the next day and they had raced home to tell their parents, who told them it was probably just the wild Pokemon who'd enjoyed their offerings. After that, they'd come every day for almost a week, determined to catch the spirits (or wild Pokemon) in the act.

It had been a long time since Michi had cared about the wild Pokemon of Hoenn, apart from those rampaging in her garden. But something had possessed her today to come here-- a desire for fresh air after a winter indoors, a day off work from sitting behind a hotel desk.

"I am surprised!" Michi said, getting off her bicycle. "Many people do not come to this place." She recognized Angelo from when he'd saved her at the Tower and felt comfortable enough to approach, despite the fact that he seemed busy. Perhaps he was praying, but Michi had never seen anyone pray at this shrine before. "Sometimes, I come to feed the cats, only!"

As if they could smell the canned Tentacool in her bag, a Skitty popped its head out of the bushes, then quickly disappeared again. The Pokemon out here weren't used to humans like the ones in Petalburg. They were wary, distant, even of people bringing food. It felt like Old Hoenn, the world of her mother's generation, which Michi had felt for only heartbeats of her childhood. She didn't mind these Pokemon. Not so much, anyway.

"Do you know the name?" the woman asked, looking up at the cotton-flecked altar Angelo had been working on cleaning. She walked her way up the overgrown path, leading her bicycle. She looked up at the streamlined, birdlike shapes with familiarity, but not recognition. "Ah-- these spirits. I have forgotten..." A wistful note entered her voice.

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POSTED ON Apr 13, 2021 19:03:45 GMT

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POSTED ON Apr 16, 2021 22:04:30 GMT

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A strand of grass is twirled between a thumb and index finger, blurred into a spiral of green before being released into the wind like a helicopter blade, it’s descent as it touches the ground a silent signal to wave in the arrival of a newcomer.[break][break]

“Zia Michi?” He says, ‘auntie’ on an Alto Marian dialect escaping from his downturned lips at the sight of the familiar acquaintance. Angelo’s attention drawn from internal strife to the comforting sound of bicycle spokes as the frame rattles against a gravel path and the appearance of a head of frizzy hair on an older, kind face. “Thought it was you. Didn’t know you lived around here.” [break][break]

It had only been a brief meeting back in Zac’s garden but the courier remembered the woman well; having talked enough with Michiko after the ‘tower rescue’ to appreciate the lively spring in her step and the homely cheer she seemed to carry. And how easily she reminded him of a sweet, albeit slightly quirky aunt. (Although he's of the opinion those were always the best sorts.) [break][break]

“Oh. I don't come here a lot. It's.. Hard to find the time.”[break][break]

But despite the fond impression, a smile immediately ghosts into place at the sight of her, Angelo's back straightening from where he had previously slouched underneath the tree in his private melancholy. A wall rising, one of feigned contentment to defend himself against a wholly unthreatening woman and her too-kind smile. A flimsy shield, in this instance – more habitual than anything else. [break][break]

“Probably a good thing it's not a popular spot. Sure your cats prefer to eat in peace.” It doesn't pass Angelo by when a Skitty pokes its head out of a bush, only to retreat at the sight of them. More than anything though, he likes the slice of untamed peacefulness enveloping the shrine. It's comforting.[break][break]

With a rustle of leaves, wind bringing a sweet spring scent intertwined with flecks of dandelion fluff, Aries descends from above the trees to curiously greet Michiko. Landing daintily before drifting towards her side, deceptively innocent as he looks towards her bag with an imploring smile. Motivated only by the canned Tentacool in her bag.
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“Spirit name? Oh. You mean these two?” Hands pressing against his knees, Angelo pushes himself up to his feet to join Michiko next to the small stone shrine. Taking a moment to shoo away the Whimsicott as he inches towards the older woman’s bag with a sneaky little paw, urging the courier's brow to pinch into a quick, scolding frown. Thankfully, Aries backs off with merely a sulky expression. For now.
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“The smaller one. She’s called Latias.” Angelo says as he turns back, pointing towards the more petite of the winged creatures inscribed on the tablet. “And this one… is Latios.” A digit drifts towards the other streamlined shape, bigger and sharper than its female counterpart. Angelo unconsciously grazes a fingertip against the tip of a rough, stone wing that's starting to fade.
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“Back hom– back in Alto Mare… We know them as Guardians of the city.” There's a slight stumble over the mention of home. Perhaps because as each day passes in Hoenn, it begins to feel less and less like the truth. And although it's something Angelo is coming to slowly accept, it's still proving to be a tough, guilty pill to swallow. “But they’re probably known for something else here.”
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Blue eyes blink towards Michiko. Curious.

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