Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
AQUA, Combat Medic
Bug Catcher
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
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John Sullivan
HOENN STAR TOURNAMENT - CONCLUSION
POSTED ON Aug 10, 2021 3:47:44 GMT
Each second stretched longer than the last as the Commissioner of the Sinnoh Region declared it time to announce the winner.
Doug was one of the many unfortunate plants left to shrivel under the sun unattended, awaiting with bated breath as they ever so slowly inched towards the reveal, sweat pouring down his neck as the words appeared over the large screen.
John Sullivan.
Oh hey, that name was familiar!
Wait a minute.
"Huh." Doug uttered as he found himself standing on the Winner's podium, Sinnoh League's commissioner presenting him with a trophy larger and brighter than his future as he carried on, naming the runner ups one after another.
Staring with suitable shock at the golden trophy presented to him, Doug slowly reached over to try and cradle his prize, chest beginning to swell as he took a deep breath and a broad smile spread over his lips.
"I did it...?" He muttered, finger tips just barely hovering over the gleaming, golden surface. "Holy sh... I really-!?"
Digits pressed against the metallic sheen, and the world became a miasma of pink.
The young Captain almost recoiled as an alien feeling settled over him, weighing him down. His limbs felt heavy, as if trying to move against a river's current.
A thick mist had fallen over the award ceremony, blinding and even deafening him to everything around him.
His friends and colleagues, the many people in attendance, even Sinnoh's Commissioner, a man who had been standing besides him mere moments before- they were all gone.
The only thing he could perceive was her beckoning call.
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A silhouette appeared before him, dragging him deeper into the mist, friends and close ones fading away from the mind as he threw closer and closer.
It is familiar, yet new; the illustrations within the many texts he pored over do her no justice, and the photographs lacked the life she exuded.
A warning tried to rise from his memory as he raised his eyes to meet the Goddess' own.
If there's anything in her gaze, it is beyond him to discern. Blissfully ignorant to his purpose, the youth slowly inched his way towards her and reached out, receiving a mirrored the gesture in return.
But... she came to him instead... Right?
She might well have, and with sound of blood and gore hot on her heels, to boot. Screams he had buried in the back of his mind echoed around him as the world swiveled and turned, nearly dropping him to his knees as the acrid smell of death and the taste of burning ash followed suit.
For a brief moment, Kanto overwhelmed his senses, FERNANDO SILPH's fading words became like thunder, and he faltered, his hand stopping halfway.
I'm on a timer. His arm shot forward, caution and good sense thrown to the wind as his digits wrapped around the goddess' wrist in a vice grip.
"Clever trick." The youth muttered, glaring at her.
She merely giggled in response.
A blink later, and he was standing back at the podium, Trophy now cradled in his arms and rows upon rows of people stretching out before him, not a whisper of pink or mist in sight.
"... Huh?" He uttered once again, hands squeezing at the trophy as he swallowed the lump suddenly stuck in his throat. Had that actually happened...?
Maybe the heat was getting to him after all...
Hopefully.
He accepts.
Mama died before she could raise no fool.
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