Lars
he / him / his
thirty-two
july 26
Sootopolis, Hoenn
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
buttermilk
POSTED ON May 31, 2022 14:10:57 GMT
Lars was hoping to have the chance to either run into his other!self, or even better, the supposed version of his missing lover—however the welcoming committee was that: his other!self’s sister, and then the other!Temp, who didn’t look like— He turned to the other. “If you’re going to stay back and not attack, I best suggest to either get out of the way, or have your Pokémon on full support—I’ll take the lead!”However, fact of the matter was that at least one of the welcoming committee was determined to smash them into liquid goop… ‘Is that what your sister would’ve been like? Had she lived?’‘About fucking time you got here!’Another burst of icicles announced the arrival of the actual iceborne mirage, who then looked at their duplicate with the exact same trepidation and disdain that was on Lars’s face. ‘Still noisy, as usual…’‘Can you?’‘I’ll see what I can do!’Lars then turned to Temp once more. “If you can get any, maybe all of the defensive screens up, do that, I’ll handle this!”And before the other could even blink, he shook off the overcoat he wore before manifesting the wings of ice, and taking off so he would have a better vantage point to aim at his younger sister’s sea!self, who was riding the sea!Altaria (he suspected that this would’ve been Nami, had she not given her to him… but there were so many postulations at this point in time, he’d have to think about that later) and quickly summoning up his own imperfect ‘rain’ of icicle shards before throwing them all in her direction.
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