leo, leon
he/him
twenty-eight
september 30th
rustboro city, hoenn
demirom. bisex.
ceo, inventor
ace
i wish i were better, i wish i had strength. i wish i had anything to prove i was brave.
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Leonidas Stone
[MP] Into the Knight
POSTED ON Nov 11, 2022 3:34:25 GMT
Adrenaline, in itself, had played the role of equal parts boon and curse. While meddling within his mind—hastening the otherwise leveled thoughts he so commonly prided himself upon—it had done such a fine job in maintaining his focus upon the matters unfolding within the sheer anarchy occurring upon the paths surrounding them. The sound of collisions and conflict rang true within his ears; the effects and aftermath, alike, of the varied skirmishes those around them shouldered so desperately through. He’d known full well the sources of it all.
Yet as he stood there, within those moments, he knew. He knew full well that so much as a glance away could have rendered himself forfeit.
And thus had he stood steadfast as ever (as steadfast as he could… had the beating of his heart always been so loud?), tensing faintly upon noting the faint, nascent glow of a charge channeling within the serpent’s gaping maw prior to expunging from it with such tenacious intent. With hues of amber lit ablaze in anticipation, he watched with a certain degree of readiness as the light grew brighter and brighter; its former sparks evolving soon into such a brightened, luminous splendor prior to surging forth to meet the cannonade of water before it. Just as he’d done all throughout, his hand had absentmindedly lingered upon the form of one of the many capsules upon his person all the while, spinning it beneath the tips of his fingers as the barrage of excess droplets from the point of impact sprayed upon the nearby grounds.
It was only then, within the standstill (a faux moment of reprise, truly), that he sought to glance past the carnage before him in order to peer towards the other two. At first, a brief thought to distract or otherwise inhibit crossed his mind as the remaining, crimson-clad man emerged from within the sheets of fog once more in tandem to another, almost violent flash of light from what he could only have assumed to have been his own, fellow trainer. Thoughts of, Need to do something, or even, What now? had been swift to cross his mind, and in light of such pondering, he’d began to wave a second hand towards another Pokeball in safety and attempted initiative.
With the crack of gunfire, however, it only found itself upon his own body before long, clutching a sudden, albeit oddly muted pain beneath it at first.
An immediate, shaky breath escaped his lips, though as the adrenaline continuously coursed through his veins, he gathered himself however much he could, mustering whatever frays and threads of composure he’d managed into another, commanding whistle. It should have been followed by a familiar course action; a familiar particular move that he’d gone through the effort of teaching his own to respond to without so much as a word.
Yet as naught but silence filled their general vicinity, and as the two Rockets absconded, he finally found the situation catching up to him at long last as no moves were unleashed, instead finding himself eying the selfsame Primarina he’d expected to follow through rapidly began to move to his side. He stared her way with brows furrowed, his fingers absentmindedly and instinctively curling further into the left of his chest before finally lightening up as the sensation of warmth and dampness had fully sunk in.
The sight of red met his eyes as he lowered his hand. The formerly muted stinging had gradually begun to blossom more and more.
Where adrenaline had once reigned supreme, a further broadening sense of pain and awareness had slithered into his mind. Without so much as a proper thought, he’d immediately pressed his hand against the wound once more— though only for a brief moment as it was brushed away in favor of proper aid.
Truthfully, he hadn’t even realized the words spoken to him, nor had he entirely noticed the attempted efforts to soothe as both shock and throbbing, alike, began to claim its stakes within his mind, nevertheless. He would recover soon, of course. The woman whose words fell upon deafened ears would ensure as such, of course.
For the meantime, however, only the spilled blood upon his hands, as well as the dazed sensation within his head, would prove worthy of his wavering attention.
TL;DR:
- basically having a Dramatic Moment(tm) LMFAO
- leo got shot pog
- haha have fun grounding him for a lil while mari
- also this post got so long for some reason? i guess??
+50 mp (battle participation) +10 mp (killed barnaby's gallade) +10 mp (ic post) +50 mp (knockout on leo's garchomp) +10 mp (assisting marisol via sing) +10 mp (ic post) +10 mp (ic post) +10 mp (assisting) +10 mp (ic post) +10 mp (assisting) +10 mp (ic post) CURRENT MP TOTAL: 190 mp
MARISOL SIMONE // BARNABY FINCH // Martín del Mar
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