ghost of hoenn's past [postdormitum]

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ghost of hoenn's past [postdormitum]

POSTED ON Apr 22, 2023 3:59:31 GMT

IT WAS LIKE A DREAM. A redhead just as tall as him (Valerio Dachev) standing so solemn in what is like a state between reality and fiction. Sergei recognizes him from somewhere like a vivid dream that has long been gone but cannot quite put his fingers into whether it is real or not. The person looks like him but is nothing like him. What bothers Sergei is that this person could either be his past of future.

A nudge is what awakens him in this sort of like living dream. Valiant bumps him as he stands close on his back, watching the horror that surrounds the town in his first Hoennian field work. This is starting to feel like an action film, he thinks. An action sequence wrapped in what is like a pink filter from the mist leaking out of the earth. This must have been the source of his trance, he thinks.

A figure comes out of the smoke when he thinks all hope is lost.

"I don't even know what's happening here. Is there a way out of this?"

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Lydia Magnusson

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10 MP per IC post in a Postdormitum Mission.
10 MP for incorporating the realm's mutations or feelings of paranoia in a thread.
Total: 70 MP

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ghost of hoenn's past [postdormitum]

POSTED ON Apr 26, 2023 4:07:27 GMT

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The once pleasant seaside resort was backlit in flames. Beach umbrellas were now crumpled like dying beach birds, their membranes torn apart by teeth and claws. Currently, she was on guard duty—keeping eyes out for the att Her progress waas slowed, impeded by both bruises and imprmptu shoulder surgery. “Clear.” She murmured into her walkie talkie. A growl came back from her Lucario on the other side.

As she approached the edge of camp, her eyes caught on a figure in the distance. “Hm.” In the falling light, all she could make out was the dark red of his hair and his general appearance. Hand balanced on her sidearm, she tiptoed her way up the hill. As she approached, the expression on his face became apparent. The blonde knew that look. Once upon a time, she’d worn that look.

Maybe it is a Rocket surveying their work. Let us not assume they are a civilian. Those fingers inched toward the cover of her holster. As the paranoid ideas continued to stream in. “Roc.” The Lycanroc at her feet draws close, stopping the soldier from taking another step. This gave Lydia time to both examine her thoughts and notice the cotton candy gas drifting lazily around her feet. With a frown, she lifts a gas mask to her face. It clicks into place.

But some amount of damage has already been done.

As she draws up to Sergei, she raises a brow. “Out of what?” A bandaged hand offers him the extra mask. “The war?” Somehow she doubted it. Negotiation had not saved Kanto. Neither had she. But, hopefully, she could help this man.

Grabbing a small flag from her pocket, she jabbed it into the ground where the Interdream smoke leaked. “Or this…miasma?”

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ghost of hoenn's past [postdormitum]

POSTED ON Apr 26, 2023 17:45:57 GMT

Sergei swears he has read almost everything about the wars Hoenn has survived for the past couple of years. The first rocket invasion. The alien wars. The second rocket invasion. Supernatural wars. And this one.

He realizes his question seems to work with everything else that is happening around him, but he still takes the masks. "There's another war?"

Words from his parents come back flashing onto him. Don't go there, he says. It's not safe, she says. Turns out they were right. But safe is not something Sergei is looking for. His chosen life path comes with the price of being at the front row to some of the world's most dangerous happenings. He is just lucky that Hoenn is never that boring. "I just don't know what's happening. I thought I was invited here for a field work. Turns out there is more than just to observing on this part of town, eh?"

He quickly calls out Valiant from his ball, looking at his companion. If this is war, then he guesses he should help. "What will you have us do then?"

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Lydia Magnusson

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ghost of hoenn's past [postdormitum]

POSTED ON Apr 27, 2023 15:19:12 GMT

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Lydia turns her attention to the battlefield below them. Blue eyes flash with an illegible emotion—something between concern and contemplation. “I believe it is just one war.” A nasty, bloody tug-of-war between chaos and order. “This is just a skirmish in it.” Even as she speaks that word, it feels wrong in her ears. It almost seems to discount the terror and pain of what’s going on below. No matter how small or abbreviated the battle, the horrors were just as real. “One I hope we win.”

To give the terrorists control of God seemed dangerous. Even if Arceus planned such a thing—as he had to if it occurred—it was not something the blonde could understand. When he explained his presence here, the soldier frowned. “You were lured here under false pretenses?” Perhaps an attempt at human trafficking? The reaction she gave seemed almost personal. Things tended to be when a summons from your so-called mother ended in a hospital stay and a cracked skull.

“There are roles that require nothing more than keen eyes and attentiveness,” Lydia confirmed in a quiet voice. In this role, watchers played the part of crow in a nest—eyes peeled for any sign of attack. “Though, the term ‘field work’ can have a number of interpretations.” While typically understood to involve research, the woman had heard it used in other spheres. Perhaps there’d just been a mix-up of some sort?

“I am not a commanding officer.” While she’d been that once upon a time, that authority did not carry over to this war. “If you wish to help, however, I am going to attend to this leak.” She gestured almost irritably to the pink-blue clouds streaming up from the ground beneath them. Though the Interdream’s spread could not be stopped, it could be delayed.

The last thing Dewford needed—with its sky lit up like a fireworks display—was mas hallucinations. Protecting civilians from themselves was difficult enough without bringing boogeymen into the mix.

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POSTED ON Apr 30, 2023 7:48:28 GMT

The lady's loaded responses inform Sergei that there is much more to the wars than what the news and papers have been giving. He realizes he has underestimated the lifelong effects and traumas they may have possibly induce, considering her reaction and seemingy tiny glimpse of optimism in what is like a never-ending battle against the forces that work against them. At least she still wants them to win, whatever the enemies are. And that only brings Sergei to respond with, "I hope so too."

He ignores the other's comments on his "field work", however. Apart from the fact that he does not know whether he is actually duped or not suggests he better not dwell on what he cannot control. There is something much more important than his work now, and that is the safety of the civilians on this town.

"Copy, that. I will help move people."

Sergei likes to believe he is not totally helpless. At least he can do something if it is just evacuating people. But then an unexpected occurs that possibly requires the teamwork between the two of them. A pair of rustic-looking creatures of what looks like mega salamences appear from the leak, causing much more hysterical shrieks and screams.

"...And now what is that?"

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Lydia Magnusson

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80 MP

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Total:
90 MP

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ghost of hoenn's past [postdormitum]

POSTED ON May 1, 2023 21:06:12 GMT

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Blue eyes lifted momentarily to the horizon. Even here, the pained calls of the injured and the dying could be heard. The calls of a hundred different Pokemon blended into a choir of violence. Pale lips—chapped and scratched from battle—pressed into a thin line. “If only hope was enough.” While deeply spiritual, the blonde knew that thoughts and prayers were not what Arceus wanted. His commandments demanded action.

After spending hours fighting for her life in this hellish inter-dream realm, she did not wish the same on anyone else. That made evacuation a top priority. Sergei’s volunteering drew a tight smile and a subtle nod. “Thank you.” Before she could indicate a rendezvous point, the ground beneath her shook. “!?” Lydia’s hand shot to her holster as the sound of grinding rocks grew deafening.

A burst of blue-pink steam erupted from the crevice beneath her feet. The soldier jumped backward until she rested on stable ground. Rocks cascaded into the now gaping maw of the earth. “Stay back!” Lydia called to the young man behind her. But this call for caution was lost behind a duo of roars. His question is met with a scowl as their opponents circle like angry vultures.

Amor possessed one of these dragons—its wings reminiscent of an eclipsed crescent moon. The Lycanroc at her side snarled, staring up at the two dragons. “They are Paradoxes. Things from pasts that didn’t exist.” At least, that’s what the theories said. Not that any of them had much time to research. “I have met one before—they are dark and dragon types. I know that much.”

She also knew how vicious they were. A fact that was shown firsthand as the pair dived at Sergei and Lydia. "GRAWRRRRR!" A string of flame burst from their mouths at Lydia and her companions.

She supposed it was time to fight fire with fire. From her belt emerged a rather irritable Druddigon—his scales broken off in a dozen different places from earlier gunfire. Wih a burst of energy, he took off toward the nearest of the Roaring Moons.

His claws glowed purple as he aimed to hit a Dragon Claw across its membranous wings.

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