The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗 [attr="class","skulloverlap"]BUT HOLD YOUR BREATH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW? [attr="class","skullbody"]Isaac's heart was pounding. Isaac's breaths were ragged. By now, his vision was more like blurs and streaks of color than anything concrete. He wanted to be anywhere but here, and yet here was the most important place to be. Fear and adrenaline shot through his veins, leaving no room for blood to follow. Moving more on autopilot than anything else, all he could do was-[break][break] SMASH![break][break] The fire and the flames erupted in the corner of Isaac's vision. Corpses he didn't recognize were strewn all over a region he had never visited. An SOS signal, faint and weak, pulsed nonstop in his ears. The man whose back he had was suddenly smaller, scrawnier, feebler. There was a fear to his body language that Isaac had never seen before, and yet he couldn't ignore it. Not when he needed to-[break][break] SMASH![break][break] The Primal Point screamed towards a heavens that didn't exist. The corpses were now those that Isaac recognized all too clearly; the Rockets that he had ventured to Mt. Pyre with. The mists that swirled around Mt. Pyre now swirled around his body, chilling him to the bone. The man beneath him was a monolith; cold, impassive, unyielding, and all-powerful. The odds were against him, yet Isaac found the strength to-[break][break] SMASH![break][break] Two fantasies blurred together, leaving reality far in the distance. What stretched before Isaac was a patchwork of Paxton's regrets and his own, the lines between worst days of their lives blurring. The cold of Mt. Pyre and the heat of Vermilion City flickered back and forth across Isaac's body, hitting him with temperature shock after temperature shock. Kanto and Hoenn fought to assert themselves, each shift in the scenery tearing massive chunks out of the other region. The spirits of the dead had gone from the literal to the hypothetical; Eris Halla, Ashley Shepard, ana fell, all little more than hazy ghosts at the edge of Isaac's vision.[break][break] He had to find them. He couldn't stop here. He couldn't let himself die. If he did, they'd be next. They'd always be next. Whether guilty or innocent, they'd be hunted until the ends of the earth. For who they were, for who associated with them, for what they were forced to do, for what options they were denied. They were marked for death, and the man he laid atop was their executioner.[break][break] An elbow sunk into his side, forcing Isaac to relinquish his grip. He tried to wrap his legs around Paxton to compensate, not wanting to sacrifice his advantageous position, but it was to no avail. Each elbow to the ribs left his grip weaker and weaker. Each butterfly kick opened more and more space between them. He tried to tighten his grip back in, but by now they were just flailing at each other on the floor.[break][break] "Stopped you from killing me," he hissed. What else was he supposed to say? This entire brawl was one parts self defense to two parts prevention. "To stop you from killing them."[break][break] He couldn't let Paxton tear their lives away as he did Ashley's team. He couldn't let Paxton scar them as he did Ashley's innocence. He couldn't let Paxton rob him of his loved ones, just as he had on that mountain. Slumped there, plain as day in front of him, was a dying Aggron trying to stagger to her feet.[break][break] He blinked, and the Aggron was no longer an Aggron. It was a Magneton, dragging itself across the ground, oil trailing behind it like freshly-spilled blood. Then it was an Aggron again. Then it was a Magneton. Then it was both. Then it was neither. "What . . . ?" Isaac asked, his voice trailing off.[break][break] "What is this?" he asked, matching each of Paxton's flailing, graceless, desperate strikes with another one of his own. "What are you? What happened?"[break] [break] [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/HOVZp0J.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#D9B800;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:12px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;line-height:15px;letter-spacing:.5px;font-size:12px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:12px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:12px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto]
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