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twenty-four
june 20th
Mauville City
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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giona ferrara
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POSTED ON May 27, 2021 1:34:02 GMT
A dimly lit place, whose dead silence made it clear by now that the thing they were sent to scare out was scared out. That any day now, someone even more dumb and blustering than the 23 year old child she was faced with would have to sweep, and then it could be used for god knows what. A good couple hundred square feet of free real-estate for the smuggling business, made even more valuable by the ferry on the other side of town, connecting it to Lilycove.
Her attempt to scare him hadn't failed that completely, his breaths were sharp, and would be even if he wasn't 2.5 cigarettes in already. He had lungs like whatever stress ball she mangled in her office. Completing this tortured simile was his sudden bone-dry cough, causing the cigarette to fall to the ground and crumple, like a tower whose foundation was hit with dynamite. Lulu's glare was all the more upsetting than even demonstrating supernatural power.
"It means a lot that you'd visit, nobody who was on the away-team in Fortree did."
He'd suffered from his own success. He'd become irritating at first under the suspicion that she was drunk, and no matter how strong she was, he didn't like the prospect of babysitting someone who was drunk. She'd cleared her head enough to nearly come out of her skin reminding him that he was just a clown. And now it was far too late to suggest that he was pretending to be stupid, she'd taken him at his word.
"You're right. But here's the thing. I won't have to worry about it until it happens. I know it will though. I'll get what's coming to me. Fretting about it is a waste of time."
Giona's Unfezant started to gather a Tailwind in anticipation of another ghost sighting, still on edge somewhat. It wasn't an attack per se, so much as insurance against another. Giona then spaced his feet out, one of his legs shaking a little as it stretched. He was considering leaving now that the job was done, but nobody was foolish enough to leave their back turned to someone who stared daggers through it. TL;DR: What is fear? Is it the physical reaction? The mind processing it? Or is fear realizing abruptly that you're less safe than you thought you were?
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