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POSTED ON Oct 11, 2021 20:20:40 GMT
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STAR SOIREE
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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They barely had the chance to dwell in their magical little moment before that other shoe dropped. The celestial touchdown of the meteors and the resulting pink mist was the was thing he could take it before the world became nonsensical to his senses. He held Cait tight at the sound of breaking glasses and flying debris. The voices in the air were loud and altered but before long, they ceased to be in panic. His urge to protect to his woman and the seeds she carried taking up most of the processing power in his brain. It made him comb over every piece of data his mind processed for information. Others saw this mist but few seemed to be hurt by it. When he turned back to see what Cait was focused on the rest of the Soiree's guests seemed to vanish. Front and center he could see the Cabin and three children calling out to her. It was clear she could see them but it was equally clear they couldn't see him. They only seemed to respond to her. "those are my babies," from the moment she spoke it, she transfixed on them, even going as far as letting go of him and moving closer to what Sénon could only rationalize to be hallucinations. "Hey. . ." he spoke lowly to Cait. Low enough that he could just barely hear something speaking lowly to him. A vibration through space his ears interpreted as linguistic; not unlike the throaty rumble of a pokémon's cry. At his back, gravity pulsated in waves coming from the swirl of two points of illumination in sync, ...one cerulean and one lavender.  |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","decker"] [googlefont=Poppins:700,800][googlefont=Hind:400,700][attr="class","decker-big-img"]  [attr="class","decker-1"] [attr="class","decker-title"] MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN [attr="class","decker-subtitle"] i am the astro-creep, a demolition-style hell american freak. i am the crawling dead, a phantom in a box shadow in your head. [attr="class","decker-pkmn"]       [attr="class","decker-post"] Feeling crisper than a kit-kat bar, Killian continued down the west wing hall. Boots echoing on marble as he strode back to the foyer. [break][break] One minute away turned in who knows how long. Lex was going to be mad. Very mad, Killian settled on. If he told the right lie, maybe she wouldn't be, but chances were slim even then. [break][break] "Hmm?" [break][break] As if released from a fog machine, mist crept in from down the hall and along the marble floor. A gentle pink like the color of a bubblegum sucker you'd get from the doctor, it reminded him of FERNANDO SILPH's Misty Terrain. Expect he'd left Fernando in the room behind him. [break][break] He stopped and stared down the hallway. A thick curtain of pink kept him from seeing far.[break][break] "Killian." [break][break] Shouted the voice of Alexandra Briarwood from deep inside. Killian smiled, "I was actually on my way back to you." he stepped forward, when - [break][break] "Killian, help!" [break][break] He took off, running into the heavy fog. As Killian sprinted down the hall, from the corner of his eyes, he swore he saw something black shift in and out of view. It happened too quick to say for certain, but it didn't matter anyway. [break][break] "Lex, where are you - are you okay?" He shouted but got no answer. [break][break] All the more reason for him to hurry. 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As visions fade, Gavin frantically grasps at his throat as if to assert that it is whole, undamaged. He's gasping for breath despite it being a dream, his heart racing and eyes wide. His chest feels far too tight. |
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[attr="class","charactername"]     674 for open The Delibird all leapt back, and even Locke jolted a bit, at the Dragapult’s violent form of comfort. The Dreepy that appeared were a welcome sight, however, and all three of them waddled back and forth in unison as they followed the tiny dragons in circles. “Lumie then,” Locke offered lumia peura with a bright smile. “Have you met Angelo?” he nodded in the direction he’d last seen his friend, “I think you’d like-” A deafening crash cut Locke off, followed swiftly by another, then another. A strange, pink gas crept from the crash site, and one by one swallowed the people around him, including his new companions. He jumped to his feet, but whether it was to run away or chase after them, he wouldn’t get a chance to decide, as he too was engulfed by the cloud. Locke blindly groped around for someone, anyone to hold onto, to not be alone here, and relief flooded him as his hand finally found purchase on a loose sleeve. He lifted his head, squinting through the mist to ask whoever it was just what was hap- The thin curtain was easy enough to pull back, even with the gaggle of teenagers shoving past Locke to get a better look at the commotion outside. Seemed a training session in the field was wrapping up for the day, quickly devolving into a small one-v-one between a couple of upperclassmen. The setting sun made a dramatic backdrop for the scene, apparently turning the amateur battle into high-octane entertainment for the bored students. “Let’s get closer!” “Come on, before it’s over!” “I’ve got five Poké on-” In seconds, Locke was left alone in the half-cleaned classroom. With an exasperated sigh, they drifted away from the window to pick up a discarded broom and finish by themselves. They couldn’t blame the others all that much, really. With only a few days left of cram school, they could understand the need to blow off the steam of a wasted summer. And what a waste. No matter how much their parents insisted on it, Locke frankly didn’t see the point of doing this or attending the second half of high school. Their grades weren’t good enough for university, and it wasn’t as if they’d be able to do anything worthwhile with a higher education than they already had anyway. At the end of the day, they’d probably still end up working at the docks or in the tunnels, just having wasted a few extra years of their life. The other students here didn’t seem to have much hope for their futures either, outside of trying their luck in the gym circuit. The battle outside was getting louder now. Locke could hear quite a few voices shouting, and the flashes of various different attacks were lighting up the darkened sky. Seriously, were they having a free-for-all out there? Unable to resist their own curiosity any longer, Locke returned to peer out the window at the significantly more crowded scene. The new folks looked older, even from the second story, closer to full-grown adults than the children facing them, and they all seemed to be wearing some kind of uniform. Maybe they were from another school? Whoever the were, their Pokémon were fighting way too roughly for a normal, afterschool battle. At least the teacher was finally getting involv- BANG Locke stumbled back, nearly tripping over a desk. He could barely register the screams of the other children in the courtyard. The image of the teacher falling backwards played over and over in his mind. He let it repeat, too afraid of playing it out to the far too-still ending. Hide. He needed to hide. [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz [newclass=".charactername"]margin-top:25px; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#A490FF; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername i"]font-style:italic;color:#A490FF; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] |
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  Only, then— The pink then swirled into a macabre mix of purple, with so many eyes blinking and flashing within the depths—what the hell was going on? “Oh, come on!” he grumbled as he finished off the contents of the plate he was holding. And then—he heard the screams. Looking around warily, his instincts of the weird miasmic gas was bang-on; there was no screaming earlier. It only started when the purple started mixing in with the pink, and then— He thought he heard it, once again. The crackling of fire. And the way the fire crackled— He had a bad feeling about this. While he had already come to terms with what had happened—as if losing Demiyah and Kazuko hadn’t already weighed down on his conscience, he thought he could hear strange whispers coming from the substance swirling close to him. Whispering, chastising, berating him for not saving them from the fire. That same fire that had killed them all… and left him the only survivor of their family. Holy shit. • what the hell is going on • starts hearing things from within the miasma • OH SHIT. • his attire |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","dangerhead"] [attr="class","dangerbody"] [attr="class","dangericon"]  [attr="class","dangertxt"] The clash of a singular thunderclap caused his sobbing to hitch. Hesitantly peeling his face away from his palms, the wonderful scene of breakfast was gone. The boy was sitting at a table still, only now it was one at a waterside cafe in Sootopolis. The clouds above were darker then he had ever seen, and boiled with a sentient evil. [break][break] Lightning jumped from cloud to cloud in a bolt of crimson red that illuminated the whole city. The cloud cover stretched so far into the horizon that it seemed to be nearly night, although with the view of the sky obscured, time was indistinguishable. Others were around him again, some strangers and some familiar faces. [break][break] What...? The black clouds swirled as if a tornado would drop from them and fell upon the sight of the Tree of Life in the distance. Standing suddenly, the chair fell back away from the boy. An intense pain assaulted his right leg, and the Galarian immediately went tumbled just after it. ''Ah! Fuck!'' Inhaling through his teeth, teary eyes flashed back to the Tree. [break][break] ''It can't be...'' There were some events that were so legendary, it was imperceptible that they could be witnessed: the birth of the universe, the creation of the world... the Darkest Day. Red lighting tore across the sky in a cascade of explosions. Clambering to his knees, he shoved the table aside, the people around him paying his antics no mind. [break][break] ''No! No! Fuck!'' Everything him sank into an abyss as the realization dawned on him. This was it. The storm had come. In a torrent of wind and lightening a funnel wrapped around the Tree. It began to break down, torn into pieces, eviscerated on the most basic level as if were blasted into dust. The storm drank of it hungrily. [break][break] The thunder bellowed far more frequently in a wail of victory. Dark tendrils stretchered down through the wind like skeletal fingers as the Tree fully disappeared. Pushing against the fallen table, he staggered to a railing by the water, falling again against it, his hands clutched at the cool steel in impotent desperation. It was too late now. [break][break] The clouds seemed to part, vomiting a constant red light across Sootopolis. The water that lapped at the retainer wall beneath his feet began to rise in a torrent of droplets, as it it were raining up. The buildings that reached towards the sky to began to dematerialize. A symphony of screams drew wide eyes to the crowd around him. [break][break] ''Holy shit balls...'' Collapsing and writhing on the ground as far as the eye could see the skin evaporated from people and pokemon alike, the gory droplets rocketing heavenward. He seemed immune from this condition. A desperate desire bloomed within him. He wished that he wasn't. Death was preferable to this experience being survivable. [break][break] Tears renewed, still grasping the railing with one hand, the boy sank to the ground. The disappearing forms of friends and foes alike, Hideo Kino , John Sullivan , Ruby Walker , Eris Halla , Cardamom Bliss, even Aaron Toral along with dahlia goode , FERNANDO SILPH , Remiel Calcifet , Rowan Wrynn , countless others, they all disintegrated with their companions before him, leaving only steaming skeletons behind in collapsed heaps. [break][break] The city began to rend and fall, some pieces drawn into the clouds as they were pulverized, others falling to the ground. The rim of the crater cracked and crumbled in the distance. The thunder became a non-stop cacophony. Daring in his despair to stare skyward, defeated chocolate hues saw the grim visage of a skeletal face smiling down as the region died around him. [break][break] Truth unbearable, he closed his eyes and his head fell. [break][break] He had failed. 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 He was rattled to his very core. The mist left everyone lightheaded. The three of them were stuck in a cloud together, very briefly. Casey saw things corrupt in a way that he couldn’t even be reasonably expected to fight. A series of big losses and small humiliations. His field was wiped out by a Pine Tree’s disease. The mangled, bleached corpses of his orchard stood there, mocking him on bone-dry soil. He gets older. Their daughter more or less stops calling altogether. He starts getting to the age where he’s outliving his friends, on account of just being in great health. In a desperate bid to numb this feeling rather than confront it, he finds himself compulsively drinking. Hunched over, glass pinched between three fingers like a bowling ball. In that same dark place Danny was in when Casey singled him out at the Soiree. Summer being unable to bear looking at him. His head feels like it weighs a million pounds. Alone again. He’s grounded by footsteps. Danny walking away. It looks like he’s disappearing into the mist, but in reality, he’s leaving. Leaving him alone with his feelings. The right thing to do, but it left Casey’s stomach churning. Casey bit his tongue. He saw Summer trail off, only to be confronted with a scene of her own as he follows her. He’s unable to intervene. More or less watching her be confronted by her father. After a night of drinking and bawling, he opted to hug her from behind, arms curling around her shoulders and collarbone. Words fail him again, but he looks oddly... grateful. Not quite the jovial drunk he was, but smiling despite being glassy-eyed. Despite being on the brink of tears. ”..." Hit By The Mist |
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The force emanating from the encircling lights seemed to hold him down. A slave to gravity's will, the more he struggled, the more dense the force weighed down on him. "those are my babies," he heard Cait say it again. Turning away from the lights he watched her move away from him to go to her children; too fast for his heavy arms to reach out to her in time. The throaty cry at his back turned his focus away from Cait just long enough for her to disappear behind a thick passing of pink mist. "Cait!" as if responding to being ignored, the strange cry called out to him again. From beyond the borders that marked his reality, from what felt like another plane entirely. A gaping, hole the size of a man burned through spacetime, through reality by the two cutting constructs of light.  The longer his eyes lingered on the hole the louder the cry became. Reminiscent of the ROAR he'd heard back at the "edge of time". Identical to what he'd heard in Sootopolis. The vibrations of the strange cry drifting through space into his mind disorientated him, leaning him into what could only be a tear in the fabric of reality. Just beyond its borders; an eye just as large, opened and fixed on him.  Saw, him. |
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After the ringing in her ears faded from the shots she took at her father, Summer opened her eyes, expecting to see him hunched over in the chair. |
