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PAAA: LITTLEROOT TOWN
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Lex hisses in distaste and Quanto disappears with His Unown-R. Fuck. She’d have nothing to show for this now except a set of broken ribs and a bruised ego . . . And some new acquaintances. Not friends (yet), she’s picky when it comes to proximity. Her trust in Rocket faithful waxes and wanes like the tide. But there's no mistakes she's gained respect for close tab played by
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       He could tell, though, that something around the little town was changing—like the air was seemingly getting supercharged, for one. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up—and even while his boyfriend literally diving in front of him to shield him from any debris (thankfully nothing of that sort came crashing their way) caught his attention for a few moments, the fact of the matter was: Shit was happening. Again. Not like how the white tree that had appeared here several years ago had happened, but good grief—this was too much for him to handle! Either way… Recalling the Tornadus into the Cherish Ball, he popped out his Salamence once more. “Look for Kaida Adachi and Julia Davis, can you? Bring them back to Fortree… we’ll follow you shortly.” The draconid huffed, squinting suspiciously at Memo, before scenting the air for a few moments. A low rumbling noise from the Salamence meant acquiescence before he turned around and took off, keeping a sharp eye out for the two humans that his crazy owner had mentioned. After that, he turned to his boyfriend. “I am… so fucking tired. I… we need a vacation. Let’s get out of here.” Should Julia not be terrified of an incoming Salamence, said draconid would attempt to pick her up—before looking to find Kaida and picking her up as well before taking off and heading out towards Fortree. They all needed to rest and recover. • can we just get some rest pls • Tornadus swapped out for Salamence • Salamence sent out to pick up Kaida and Julia! (this has been agreed upon and discussed in DMs!) • Alex.exe is just tired, how do we get out of here Frog? Guillermo Marceliño + other tags up there |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","levy"] [attr="class","luck"] [attr="class","postbody"] His head was killing him, movement blurred as he came back to — okay, where the hell were they? He looked to the man who had saved him first, "Thanks." He muttered, though it didn't take much to figure that Zev Harcourt didn't really give a shit, which was fine by him. Even then, he felt like he owed the guy to some extent. He'd leave that to future Levy to ponder over, after what was likely much self-loathing having blacked out in the middle of a mission. Pathetic. [break][break] The bigger question was how the hell he ended up here and how long had he been out (not long). It felt like it must have been a long time, but the primal piece in the other man's hand gave a bit more narrative to the missing piece of the story. [break][break] Either way his attention was stolen by the movement of the pokemon around them, but even more so by that melody. It pulled at him, like siren song. It twisted at something lonely and aching and despondent in him that made it hard to breathe for a moment. It was nearly enough to make him forget that they were in the middle of something and being steadily surrounded by mechanical beasts. [break][break] Yet just as quickly as they had appeared there, they were gone and he was left wondering what that feeling had been and how it was cause. Even more so, the question of what the hell would come after this. Likely nothing good. [break][break] - gets dragged around by Zev Harcourt [break] - gets very feelsy due to the music [break] - faced with volcanion before being teleported back to littleroot.[break] [break] [attr="class","accent"] [attr="class","fas fa-bookmark"] [attr="class","lyrics"] @ LITTLEROOT TOWN [attr="class","milkycredits"] [attr="class","fas fa-cookie-bite"] [attr="class","swarmbottom"] [attr="class","pkmnbar"]      [newclass=".levy"]--accent:#7F687A;[/newclass] [newclass=".luck"]margin:0px auto -10px; width:450px; background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; background-color:#2b2b2b; color:#ddd; text-align:justify; border-radius:5px; border:1px solid #232323; text-transform:lowercase; letter-spacing:0.2px; font:12px 'Roboto'; position:relative; overflow:hidden; z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=".luck .postbody b"]font:bold 12px/10px 'Poppins'; color:var(--accent); } .luck .postbody i { color:var(--accent); letter-spacing:0.5px; } .luck .postbody u { letter-spacing:1px; color:var(--accent); text-decoration:underline dotted; } .luck .postbody a { color:var(--accent); font:bold 13px/10px 'Poppins'!important; text-transform:lowercase!important; letter-spacing:-0.5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".luck .lyrics"]color:#fff; position:absolute; top:20px; right:30px; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.2); padding:0px 15px; border-radius:5px; transition:1s all; font:bold 10px 'Poppins'; color:#333; font-weight:700; letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".luck .lyrics b"]color:var(--accent); font-size:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".luck .lyrics a"]font:bold 12px 'Poppins'; color:#333!important; font-weight:700; letter-spacing:-1px; transition:1s all; text-transform:lowercase!important; } .luck .lyrics span {transition:1s all;} .luck:hover .lyrics span { color:var(--accent)!important; letter-spacing:1px; transition:1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=".luck .postbody"]padding:30px; border-radius:5px; margin:50px 30px 45px; position:relative; z-index:99; background:rgba(50,50,50,0.5);[/newclass] [newclass=".luck .accent"]font-size:70px; color:#222; opacity:0.8; position:absolute; top:5px; left:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".swarmbottom"]background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; background-color:var(--accent); height:50px; width:450px; margin:0px auto; border:1px solid #232323; border-top:none; position:relative; z-index:99;[/newclass] [newclass=".swarmbottom .pkmnbar"] text-align:center; } .swarmbottom .pkmnbar img { margin-top:0px; filter:grayscale(100%); transition:1s all; } .swarmbottom .pkmnbar img:hover { transition:1s all; filter:none; [/newclass] [newclass=".milkycredits"]font-size:15px; position:absolute; z-index:99; top:2px; right:5px; border-radius:100px; color:var(--accent); } .milkycredits a { transition:0.5s all; color:#333!important; } .milkycredits a:hover { transition:0.5s all; color:var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans:400,600|Poppins:500,600,700|Roboto|Roboto+Mono] |
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Despite their best efforts, Quanto managed to escape. Despite this, they were successful in releasing Dialga from his control. With one final, controlled Roar of Time, the Titan of Time would disappear off into Hoenn. Perhaps they would meet again. But for now, it was clear that the area wasn't safe to stay in. And though pursuing the Rockets was tempting, doing so would no doubt be suicide. "Shall we head back, Seraphim?", Thomas offered Andraste. Whether she took him up on his offer, or she decided to make her own way back, the Wraith would Teleport back to the Oldale Safehouse with the aid of his Beheeyem.  tags: Andraste Breathnach notes: -Thomas is pissed that Quanto got away -Realizing it's unsafe, Thomas offers to take Andraste with him -Thomas swaps out Hydreigon for Beheeyem. Beheeyem used Teleport to get them to the Oldale Safehouse |
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[attr="class","pokkenger"]  As the Celesteela brings Kaz and Locke Jamison out of the hole he looks back at the Rocket's still down there and can't help but feel a mix of anger and wonder at what was going on down there. He'd definitely need to come back sometime later to see if they hadn't excavated whatever it was that was down there. As he watched his former charge fly off to get the hell out of dodge Kaz was ready to ride on out of here on his Ultra Beast when he felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Looking around he could see a handful of them spill out of the houses, Megalopolians. The aliens that had resurfaced here of all places, there was no way that he was going to let them go without some answer, so with that he tugged on his Celesteela's arm to get it to follow him as he tried his best to follow the fleeing otherworlders. ___________________________________________ [paaa]       [newclass=.pokkenger] [/newclass] [newclass=.pokkenger b] color: #18d13f;[/newclass] [newclass=.pokkenger i] color: #18d13f;[/newclass] [newclass=.pokkenger u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px #18d13f;[/newclass] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","twtol"] [attr="class","main"] It's over.[break][break] Exhaustion hits as adrenaline fades, and Orion's legs suddenly lack the strength to hold him upright. He slumps to a sitting position in the grass and laughs with the absurdity of it all, cocooned by a restored Decidueye's wings as she croons comfortingly.[break][break] Raw, weak laughter is offset by the tears in his eyes, emotions welling up in the absence of danger to hold them at bay.[break][break] I should have killed him.[break][break] He sniffles, disgusted at himself for his inability to stem the tide.[break][break] Get up, he urges himself. You have to get up.[break][break] He struggles with it, legs shaking as he pushes himself back to his feet with the titanium steadiness of his metal limb. He doesn't bother to wipe the tears nor compose himself, simply trudges over to the Slateport Squad to find comfort in their camaraderie. [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]— Orion is on the verge of an emotional breakdown, please hold.[break] [attr="class","pkmn"][break]    [break]    [newclass=.twtol] --accent: #bf5475; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; color: #aaa; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.twtol b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; height: auto; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtol .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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Andraste watched the scene unfold with a sort of unyielding emotionlessness. She didn't really know what she was looking at or what she was feeling. She was still feeling over Goron and the quiet betrayal she felt over Elizabeth's actions. She was a Rocket? Somehow it didn't surprise her... But it made her feel all the more betrayed about it. Hadn't she heard about her mother and brother's deaths?     (Deceased) |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","tft7"] [attr="class","main"] …It’s over? Really? [break][break] They had managed to defend the Primal Point, it had fired, and surprisingly enough, the world hadn’t ended. Hooray! No apocalypse! Hoenn lives to see another day! Even if he were in the mood to cheer, Tam has never been the type to do as much, and that doesn’t change when Dialga is freed and when Rocket begins their retreat. [break][break] He’s exhausted. [break][break] He thinks of the theatre, wondering if Team Rocket had found their way in. Passingly Tam considers going to check on things, but then he sees it: the tears in Orion Lykos’s eyes. There it is again: the knowledge that Orion hates him for all of this, for stopping him from killing Chu-e Choi and instead apprehending him. It hurts, but as Tam does best, he pushes the feeling away, burying it as deep as it gets. [break][break] His place is here. [break][break] Guard the primal point, make sure Chu-e Choi doesn’t escape (you never know what an avatar might pull, even when still unconscious and babbling nonsense), and look after Orion Lykos, Caleb Harcourt, Hailee Jacobs, and Noah Camus. [break][break] Tam takes a deep breath, and it’s over comms that he then addresses the League’s forces. [break][break] ”This is Ranger Captain Fawley. We apprehended one of Rocket’s avatars. I’ll await further instructions on the matter. Over.” [break][break] He’s not police, his job is not to arrest people, so as far as he’s concerned, this scrawny and unconscious criminal that is somehow extremely dangerous will be taken wherever dahlia goode deems most appropriate. [break][break] Once the transmission is over, his attention turns to the Slateport rangers around him, and a simple question is asked: [break][break] ”...Are any of you injured?” [break][break] He’d ask if they’re alright, but even someone as poorly attuned with other people’s emotions as Tam is can realise what the answer to that is under these circumstances. His gaze lingers on Orion. There’s nothing he can say that will make things better. [break][break] ”Let’s heal up. We should be able to go back to Slateport soon.... Good work today. All of you.” [break][break] There's a strange feeling with those words. He's proud of them, even if Tam may not realize it there and then. [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]▷ COMMS: Tells the League that they apprehended a Rocket avatar and awaits instructions from Dahlia about where to take him [break]▷ Many emo feels but also proud of the squad!! [attr="class","pkmn"][break]       [newclass=.tft7] --accent: #688592; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: calibri; color: #aaa; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 12px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; height: auto; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .pkmn .grey1] filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.tft7 .pkmn.grey1 img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; filter: grayscale(100%); [/newclass] |
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[googlefont=Meddon] Guerre [break][break] ✿[break] [break]      She was so tired, so much so beyond what mere words could express. Faintly she registered the events that transpired: Chef Quanto's fate, the escape of Dialga, the fact that the apocalypse had approached and ultimately been denied. It should feel like a victory, but it rang hollow instead. Her own part in these events felt unclear. Hazy. As if Elisabeth wasn't sure if she was part of their survival, or somehow just another obstacle that had presented itself to that survival, and been overcome in spite of it. The Rocket admin was not accustomed to the endurance of such relentless battle, and it showed in the way that she eagerly took the opportunity offered by Alexandra Briarwood to escape with PHANTOM FORCE. Words left her entirely, replaced by a mute nod of assent as Elisabeth stepped beside her to retreat from this place that had seen so much violence and ruination. In her mind, the same morbid question turned itself over and over: If the multiverse had bled, then was it possible the dead had risen again, alive due to the untangling and reweaving of the world's timelines? Had she killed that man a year ago for nothing? "Let's return," she said finally, searching for the eyes of Felix Gallagher in the crowd as they prepared to depart. "Quickly." Her cracked ribs screamed in silent pain. TLDR:
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[nospaces] [attr="class","calebtest2"] [attr="class","calebtest2text"] [attr="class","calebtest2pkmn"]       Caleb wasn't a hero, and the aftermath of the battle at Littleroot didn't feel like winning. He coughed, getting to his feet in the wake of the final ROAR OF TIME that had shaken the area with its immense force, a strange silvery glow coming from Zero's Pokeball. The Hisuian Zorua had been reverted into a newborn - did this mean he would be back to his normal self? Caleb would have to check up on him later...[break][break] Comet zipped back to Caleb's side. "Good job, buddy," he managed to say before recalling the Lucario, body aching with exhaustion. He vaguely wondered where the Dialga would go now that it was free. He remembered the feeling of freedom he had felt upon reaching Hoenn's shores, believing the horrors of Kanto behind him forever. What a fool he had been. Would Dialga find that its own traumas were not so easily overcome, despite its newfound independence? Caleb could not begin to fathom what went through a legendary Pokemon's head. What he could fathom, however, was the desire for a bed and a cold beer.[break][break] It wasn't lost on Caleb that Orion Lykos looked an absolute mess, close to tears, shaking, panic attack surely about to hit him in full force. He followed the other man over to where the others stood - Tam Fawley, Hailee Jacobs, Noah Camus - and reached out to pull the haunted man into a quick hug. "I'm sorry," was all he could manage to say. For everything. For lying to you. For the pain you've had to endure here. The hug did not linger - he didn't want to further freak Orion out, after all - but he hoped it communicated the most important thing he wished his friend to understand: that Caleb was on his side. Always had been, and always would be.[break][break] Caleb left Orion, then, knowing he would be in good hands with Tam, and continued walking until he reached the devastation of the Littleroot Theater. The last location he had seen Zev Harcourt.[break][break] Caleb stared into the sunken earth, the weight of surviving a near-apocalypse just another trauma to add to his list. "It's not over between us," Caleb whispered, glaring so hard into the blood-stained dirt it was as if he was trying to see through it, into whatever realms existed beyond their own. He had no idea where Zev had gone - back to Rocket headquarters, perhaps - but he would find him.[break][break] No more running. No more hiding. No more putting the past behind him.[break][break] It was time to be a Harcourt again. [attr="class","calebtest2ooc"] All Pokémon are returned! [break]NOTES+ Caleb is wearing basic military-grade tactical gear over his Ranger uniform (Example)[break] + In addition to his Pokeballs, Caleb carries the knife made by Aurelie Lefevre on his hip[break] + Caleb is exhausted. He gathers himself and checks to make sure the Slateport Squad are alive and well.[break] + A quick hug for Orion Lykos![break] + Caleb walks tiredly over to the Littleroot Theatre, staring at the devastation there, wondering what happened to his brother Zev Harcourt and resolving to find him, no matter the cost. BY GUNSMILE [googlefont=Montserrat] [newclass=.calebtest2]--accent:#3ad1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=.calebtest2]font:12px Roboto;letter-spacing:.5px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2text b"]color:var(--accent);font-size:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2text a"]font:12px Roboto;font-weight:800;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2text i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2text u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2ooc b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2ooc a"]font:12px Roboto;font-weight:800;[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2ooc i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2ooc h1"]font:18px Montserrat;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:.5px[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2ooc u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".calebtest2 .calebtest2pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","julia"] [attr="class","juliaw"] Spot's head appendages rose in alarm as he sensed Cade Atreides's approach. He turned, growling, toward the man who was supposed to be their enemy, but the sound died, confused, in his throat when he got a better look at the man's aura. Julia stared at the Rocket, gaze as hardened as she could possibly make it in her current state. But when he tossed a first-aid baggie toward her, her expression broke into disbelief.  Cade Atreides said: "I said no hard feelings, right?"[break]Had he said that...? She couldn't remember. No, wait, that wasn't the important part. He didn't want to see her die? This was all just a chore to him? Even if her head were clear, Julia would have struggled to understand any of this. Cade turned back toward the chained Dialga and had his Sableye attack. Right. Dialga was still in trouble. [break][break]"Spot," Julia said. "The Unown. Hurry." [break][break]Spot hesitated, still side-eyeing the man who had attacked them earlier. But all of the Rocket's aggression was going toward the DRK Triad member and his Unown. Very well, then. With the Unown-R slowed, Spot aimed his Shadow Ball at the chain binding the Lord of Time. It was joined by another attack from Thomas Benoit's Hydreigon, though Julia couldn't see the source of the attack from where she lay. When the smoke from the onslaught cleared, all that remained was a liberated Dialga. Quanto and his Unown-R were gone. [break][break]Julia gasped when Dialga let out a pained roar and rose its front hooves. Spot growled and held his paws together to prepare another attack, willing to protect his trainer from even a god. But rather than attack, it gave the town a grateful look. It opened its mouth to let loose another Roar of Time. This time, neither Julia nor Spot was afraid of the oncoming noise. [break][break] [player]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1049037683659378760/1049037942338879508/A_Hat_in_Time_OST_-_76_Little_Help_From_My_Friends.mp3[/player] [break]🎼 Little Help From My Friends | A Hat in Time [break][break]The softer, more calculated roar rebuilt buildings and pavement, putting Littleroot back in its original place in time. There was a soft glow from Chester's Poké Ball, and she could tell without even releasing him that Chester was back to being a Dodrio. Dialga's hooves landed softly on the earth, and the deity stood tall and proud, unhindered by its cruel former master. [break][break]"Thank you." Julia didn't have the energy to shout out with her usual enthusiasm, so she'd just have to hope her feelings would get across before Dialga vanished. [break][break]She felt the pulse of energy coming from the theater before she saw it. Some kind of rift had opened beneath the town in the struggle. What on Earth...? [break][break]Spot let out a soft "ruff" to get Julia's attention. He was holding the first-aid pouch in his paws, unsure of what to do with it but knowing it was supposed to help. Julia smiled and raised a trembling hand to take it. [break][break]"Thanks, buddy." [break][break]Wait, there was someone else she needed to thank, too. She looked around to see if Cade Atreides was still nearby. If he was, she'd flash him a small, grateful smile. At the end of the day, they were still enemies, but he'd spared her and even helped her, so that deserved a little something. She just hoped he wouldn't come looking for a favor or anything. [break][break]There was a Salamence coming toward her, but Spot seemed calm about it, so Julia knew it was a friend. It touched down next to them and motioned for her to get on. With a grunt, Julia started to sit up, aided by Spot's paws at her back. Then she saw her leg. Specifically, she saw that her prosthesis had been bent out of shape by the explosion. She was surprised it was still attached to her; she definitely wouldn't be walking home on it. [break][break]"Oh, jeez," Julia muttered. That was probably an understatement, but shock did weird things to your brain. [break][break]Luckily, Spot was on the case. He picked Julia up in a bunched-up bridal style and hopped onto the Salamence's back. Julia gratefully stroked the dragon's neck before they took off to find Kaida Adachi and get the heck home. As they flew over the mostly repaired battleground of Littleroot, Julia applying salves and bandages to her injuries, Julia's comms buzzed to life with the news that the region was safe from the meteoroid. [break][break]"We did it, guys," she said, voice still quiet with exhaustion. [break][break]Yet much still remained unresolved. As she watched the sky, Julia could see sparkling fragments still falling to Earth. They weren't big enough to be region destroyers, but they still raised questions and concerns. Quanto had escaped. There was a pulsing rift beneath Littleroot. And the Megalopolans were back—no, had been back, hiding amongst the people of Hoenn. Too many threats still remained, even after all the hard work they had put into stopping the meteoroid. It seemed the League would be busy in the coming... weeks? Months? Year? Julia didn't know. She just knew that she, too, would have work to do if she wanted to keep her beloved home and its people safe. [break][break]But for now? For now, Julia needed to rest. [attr="class","juliatag"]@theend [attr="class","julianotes"] notes.
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