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”I’m just another man lost on the road of life.”
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A simple answer, to a simple question, the road that was ever changing, the strain it put on his own body. It was a strange space, but that was fine, he was a strange person, as was nearly everyone else that fit into this place.
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”What brings you here? Lost, or maybe you’ve found something?” His voice was even, course, but there was that hint of curiosity that brought forward the idea he felt in his head.
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There didn’t need to be questions of allegiance, or crime, it was a dream, and in a dream; well, it would only last until the wake.
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Let the war rage for the morrow.

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There was something calming and yet dangerous about the way this man spoke; Jett couldn’t place a finger on it. He prided himself in his ability to read people, but he couldn’t read much from this man. ”You’re a confident guy, ain’tcha.” Were the words his tongue latched onto; the easiest for his brain to comprehend.
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Still, there was something to that; a difference in being a person who drifted across the breeze compared to one who latched to the quickest answer. It might have seemed similar externally, but they were as different as two people could be.
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”Willingly going into the mist…I can’t imagine what’s worth seeing with your own eyes in a place like this. But hop on, I reckon there’s more to see while travelling in comfort. Cyclizar won’t mind, will you Bubby?” He said as he patted the head of his pokemon who rubbed against his hand, but gave a silent huff, as if eye up the new ‘joinee’.
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”Though he's prone to temper tantrums, don’t hold it against ‘im.”

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Jett couldn’t help but let loose a stunted chuckle, his eyebrow rose up even as his eyes were hidden.
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”Let’s go.” He gripped tightly, and Cyclizar kicked back; jumped to its hindlegs and then jumped forwards, the ground cracked underneath its feet as it found itself racing forward across the road that changed into the cycling lane; other hazy beings rode past them.
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But they were merely beings of dreams, yet the smell was as real as anything could be; the seabreeze, the Wingull above cried, the Pelliper’s screeched, and together it was a scene that was as close to home as it could be. But as it rained, he couldn’t help but note the sky darkening above.
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Strange, Drizzle didn’t darken this sky this much; the thunder that rumbled above in the air; the flashes of yellow, it set the scene above them. Whose dream was this? Was it his, was it someone else’s, was it the man who was being carried pillion, or was it the dreams of the departed, was this a look into hell?
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”Dreams are strange, how do you feel about this one?” For a man who didn’t mind being lost; he enjoyed cutting across this road; as it wound, as the colors of each tile began to change from the base blue into the many colors of the rainbow.
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”Because to me.”
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”It looks like a road of heaven riding into hell.”

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Jett didn’t hesitate in the slightest in racing down the slope; even as it stormed, even as it got heavier, even as electricity raced across the rainbow road; even as the words themselves chagned color…
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But the words of pure white, it was like he could read them as he had heard them.
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”The same goes for a lotta things buddy]/color]. ”Wind that blows through your soul, rain that drenches your fire, and lightening that reveals what you have inside. ”Can’t say all that is great either….If anything, I’d rather my soul was never touched…But we can’t avoid that on our road. Heaven or hell…”
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Jett raced down that gradual slow towards the great flames that came up from beneath, the chittering in the air; the smog that started to rise up as if to meet the poison, and the cycling road which turned a sickly poison color, his Cyclizar’s wheels began to sink into it.
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”Your soul is bare.”
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And what else could this mist be but the afterlife?

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