she made the wrong choice. [break][break]
but is there a right choice during the fifty-fifty? she can chalk this up to her unfortunate fortune. frankly, she thinks this is all bullshit; this is all dumb, and the stakes are too high for a simple heads or tails. the result is swift and merciless as the distorted, smooth surface of the pokemon arises from a portal. she doesn't quite understand what her consequences are, until the glow of an eerie blue comes from what looked to be a pearl on its upper body. before she knows it, mari's moving on front of her blissey, shielding the egg pokemon from what was certain death. it saves the pokemon; it doesn't save
her. maybe she can warn them.[break][break]
"ru--" her lips barely move, and her word never finishes before vision is cut, and the suffocating fog has become darkness. all that follows is a brief scream cut off. [break][break]
it's painless, actually. she was expecting a painful, drawn out death - so it surprises her when she feels nothing at all (
she can't even feel the air that went through her lungs) before her body falls to the ground, collapsed, and the life is drained when it slumps against a pink blissey, who weeps at its trainer's sudden death. maybe if she nudges her enough times, she'll return. maybe if she keeps using
HEAL PULSE, it'll bring her back. mari doesn't open her eyes with her mangled body and all.[break][break]
maybe this wasn't so bad. she lived a shitty life, anyways. maybe she can atone here. [break][break]
until a brief image of a
sickening face crawls out of the pits of hell, with a smile on his lips, beckoning her as he crawls across the spectral plane, fingers with an iron grip on her ankles.
"n-no, stop..!" she wants to move, and run, and if you can feel fear in the afterlife, maybe she'd be feeling it. of course, she was going to hell. there's no way she wouldn't be, no? [break][break]
get off me, she thinks in the afterlife, wanting to move, but she can't. this limbo won't let her, will it? the darkness that creeps up to her is relentless, as the fear consumes her as quickly as a man so eager to drag her back into his clutches. no, she wasn't willing anymore; she didn't want to die anymore.[break][break]
if this is what's waiting for her, she doesn't want to die. [break][break]
the despair is catching on quick, until a sudden light from the point fills the air, and the shattering of glass can be heard to her as she watches from the plane, and her eyes are shut before the darkness fades away (before the demon slinks away). eyes open to see a large amount of pokemon standing before her dismembered body, then to her. yes, she recognizes some of them; one of them is a familiar gengar, and the other a familiar clefable. there's a litwick, and a banette, and a zorua. her lips part, and the fluttering of her soul can't contain it.
"rinoma, roma--" she starts, reaching towards the pokemon who take her two hands, leading her towards the body that's hurt, and damaged, but not killed. there'll be a nasty scar on her back, though. [break][break]
honestly, it feels surreal. [break][break]
if she could feel at all. there's a brief moment of darkness as her body returns, followed by coughing as she tussles against the blissey. a gasp of air is inhaled too quickly, and it's followed by hacking and coughing as she holds herself up with a hand to the dirt.
"s-son of a..!" the woman starts, as her first words back from the border. [break][break]
and although her mind won't remember, her soul does, and when she realizes there are patches of wet dirt beneath her. the back of her hand touches her cheeks, and her touch is greeted by the warmth of tears that fall from her eyes. [break][break]
the injury was healed with thanks of the mysterious power, although now she has a grudge, in spite of the happy cries from the blissey. tears still in her eyes (and being wiped away with a clean sleeve), she gives the pink pokemon a quick pat on top of her head, and recalls the little thing. out comes the gengar, who lets out a bright cry - until he catches a glimpse of his trainer's expression. [break][break]
"don't mind it." she snaps at the ghost, before pointing to the unown, who begin to chain the legendary pokemon with something that makes the poor thing thrash and struggle.
"dark pulse them down!"[break][break]
gnpp2622
[break][break]
> mari fucking perishes in front of her BLISSEY and
Leonidas Stone[break]
> papa olson tries to drag mari to hell, her previous pokemon save her and drag her back to the living[break]
> they lead her back to her body and mari's having an existential crisis[break]
> blissey waddles over and starts crying and checking if she's okay[break]
>
BLISSEY swapped out,
GENGAR is here[break]
>
GENGAR uses
DARK PULSE on the emerging
UNOWN