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I'M NOT DONE YET
POSTED ON Aug 11, 2021 2:30:55 GMT
The burning carbon and fibers kept him from blacking out a third time. He seemed to be getting his bearings now that he had taken a breather, his helmet dropped at his side for the moment. As he cut through the sky on the back of a black charizard he tried to piece together the insanity he'd just pulled himself out of. Tsukuyomi's mental recordings of the goings-ons being played back for the redhead. Inter-cutting with the flashes from his Kadabra was the recurring sight of a tree surrounded by the most beautiful clear waters. Suddenly enough, the feed from Tsukuyomi and the image of the tree synced up. "You saw that tree in the city?" Tsukuyomi's mental projection of a voice clarified. " I t . a p p e a r e d . a s . y o u . r e m o v e d . y o u r . h e l m . " He was... well honestly, he was kinda fucked up. -lightheaded, not fatigued but sore, he was seeing blotches of neon coloring over his normal vision. He could sneak, pace-sneak even, but he couldn't run; everything felt too tender. -but he knew obsession when it was crawling into his head. Even now when he closed his eyes, he could see it.  If he wanted to sleep tonight, to rest and heal both his mind and body. There was only one thing he could do... "We're going back." Remembering that rampaging red vulture in the sky he turned to Jennika his Wartortle. "Quietly, by sea." Even set on going back, he was too off his game to go alone. It was a bit of a strain to work even the smaller muscles needed to use his cell phone. There was only one person he could call without raising too many questions, "Its me..." and he was elated to hear them pick up. "I need your help." ● balls:    remaining: 17, 03, 87● tags: ● notes: |
