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GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SHIELD
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[nospaces] [attr="class","gunstest6"]  [attr="class","body"]  Fifteen Years Later [break][break] Time was an issue; no, simply calling such a thing an issue wouldn’t pass. Kouji knew that as he stepped into the open, his walking stick pressing against the ground, a click, and a clack as he looked out onto the sky for the first time in a truly long time. The black strands that had run through his hair were now well and truly gone, pure white. The sunglasses which partially hid his now injured right eye were far from being dark enough to cover up the scar over it. [break][break] The familiar weights in his pockets didn’t provide any succor, the simple knowledge he was reconiled with his partners, with his trusted knife, none of that mattered to him as he looked over the city scape had come to detest. The people that walked through the streets made him sick, but he was back; in his original role. Eyes avoided him, and he avoided them. [break][break] It was only natural, arrested, and held in the dungeons for five years, he had tried to push crime, he had tried to take over the night, he had tried to form his own guild of the night, and the King of Night had saw fit to punish him, until his spirit broke and he had learned to follow. The many scars upon his body were a reminder. A dull ache that would follow him for the rest of his life, of that he was sure. Time was a fickle mistress, but it wouldn’t allow him to forget this, neither would the brightness of the outdoors, for eyes that were used to the darkness of those dungeons it was too much. [break][break] The alleys suited him better anyways, and the castle walls needed defending. The men needed guidance, yet he knew even in that role he wasn’t necessary. This place had defended itself, for long enough. He had a simple role to follow, that was the act of following itself. Slow steps towards a room he knew well, one that he considered his own back when he had done his job in this strange world. Yet, the moment he opened it, he found the entire room now different, a different group of soldiers, of garrisons. [break][break] His eyes landed on his old compatriots, those who should have been alongside him in the dungeons, the cowards who quit, for a simple life. To enjoy a normal life, a peaceful life, the initial war he had seen had been his dream, but it lagged, fadded, and they had gotten it too good. He could see that burgeoning of comfort upon their faces, even in this struggling world. They were happy, able to enjoy normal lives, they had acclimated. [break][break] ”Makes me sick to my stomach.” [break][break][break] Twenty Years Later [break][break] Lifeless, a singular golden eye looked over the papers in front of him, peace was beginning to gather, and yet war was on the horizon. News, information, all of the things his old blockheaded self would have never understood. But he had to understand such things now, it wasn’t an option, an employee of the King of Night, a loyal man… [break][break] He was not. Consequences, a man who knew such a thing could be kept in line. Having put down the parchment on the table, and moved on over to the door, Kouji could see a glimpse of himself from the corner of his one working eye. His present form, stronger than upon his release, but never again a fighter. He couldn’t walk without the aid of a stick, his limp left leg which pulled behind him. [break][break] The meeting of Kings, the statue, many things would soon change, everyone who knew was on edge, preparing, and he had to do the same. He had earned himself at least some trust, a modicum he was sure. ”I need to prepare myself.” [break][break] That strange phenomenon, those strange crystals, he needed one of both. There was only one man he could go to regarding such a thing. So he walked, he had kept himself away from everyone, if it had nothing to do with his duties, he had no need to speak, to meet, to see. [break][break] It all disgusted him. [break][break] Even his old allies, especially his old allies. [break][break] But he would meet with one, Amor Rose, the only one who could get him what he needed. The journey to the man’s store, a blacksmith. Yet another, who perhaps shared a similar thought came. Josh Devlin. ”Devlin, still alive huh?” He said before he walked in. [break][break] The wars to come would be difficult, but it didn’t matter either way. Kouji didn’t care whether they won or lost, he just needed to find the right place to die. [break][break] HPbqMESI @tag[break][break] NOTES-Fifteen years: Kouji gets outta the dungeons after 5 years inside, worse for wear, lost an eye, crippled leg, and numerous other injuries. Gives into being a lacky of Zev's, promises not to do crime, and just focuses his entire life on city defence.[break][break] -Twenty-Years: PunishedKouji thinks some more on his present state, grows even more hateful of his surroundings, but continues to do what he does out of fear. Works on doing what he can for what he assumes is the final moment, makes a line at Josh Devlin, goes to Amor to get a swanky weapon, and a dynamax thingie. 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[nospaces] [attr="class","fern"] [attr="class","ferntitle"]Fern [attr="class","deltitle"]Delaney [attr="class","fernpost"] The more days that pass, the more life settles into place. Their life before Ballonlea, before this Galar begins to become more of the memory than the dream they’ve constructed and committed to living. The apothecary and pokecenter still need to be run. They maintain careful operation, especially as John Sullivan begins to travel more than stay. They have their children to raise alongside jayden cross. They grow like weeds with the other children of Ballonlea, forging their own ties with the world around them. Accompanying their parents on trips to the other kingdoms.[break][break] Everything grows. The world begins to flourish as the toxins recede. It feels a lot like comfortable settling, even when it feels like there’s still an undefinable something looming on the horizon. Even so, they are content and happy. Curiosity tugs the back of their mind as to whether or not they’ll go home from time to time. But most days they forget that they really have anywhere to go back to. They have a life, a family. This is their world now.[break][break]  [break][break]reaching twenty years [break][break]“You’ve really prepared a lot, Aoife. I’m impressed.”[break][break] Fern surveys the stores that his eldest has prepared—stockpiling poultices and tinctures and salves for the coming winter’s solstice and whatever it intends to bring. The stores stack up and consume a back corner of their storage room. Clearly, she has been squirreling these things away for some time. When they look at their daughter, they no longer see the little girl who used to toddle after them through the apothecary, eager to stick her hands into whatever she could get her hands on.[break][break] Instead, she’s the young woman she’s grown into. Clever and witty, but still quiet and observant. Eighteen. When did that happen?[break][break] “Well, da. Better to be prepared before the fact than scrambling after.”[break][break] She points out the obvious dryly, fingers twirling around her golden braid. They laugh, and curl her into his arm in a hug. “Smart girl, this one,” they murmur against the top of her head. The first of their ducklings. “You’ll stick together later on, right? Keep an eye on Maritza—you know how reckless she can be.” Their smile is absent and wistful. They wonder if her namesake, Marza Volchitsa would be impressed or annoyed by their youngest daughter’s impulsivity.[break][break] “Honestly, da. It’s like you think I don’t plan these things.” A quiet laugh, teasing.[break][break] “Yes, yes of course. Just humor your old da, will you?”[break][break] A dramatic sigh. A smile, “I’ll look after them, da. If you look out for pa.”[break][break] “It’s a deal, dove.”[break][break] — [break]The more the years stack up, the more weathered they feel. They’re not as spry or quick on their feet as they once were. That long winded ailment from over a decade ago still remains in their shortened lung capacity. In their low threshold for the cold or wet weather.[break][break] So too are some of their team incapable of battle. His flutter mane, and darling Nim, have weathered the years poorly. His typhlosion’s spirit remains bright and resilient, however. So Nimuë remains back in Ballonlea with the children of the orphanage. Determined to protect to the very last if she must.[break][break] Despite these setbacks, despite feeling their age, Fern is just as resilient. Just as cocksure as they had been when they’d first been pulled into this shifted reality. I think they like you, they’d murmured to jayden cross that first day. The years have unspooled, and Fern finds him just as beloved, just as steady as the city’s king. As their king, and they will follow him to the very last.[break][break] “Of course we’ll survive. It’s you and me.”[break][break] Just as it has always been.[break][break] Their hand winds through his as they depart on the solstice. They lift the back of Jayden’s hand to press a kiss against his knuckles reassuringly. But their eyes are bright and clear. Determined, confident in what they can accomplish now that their group is stronger than its ever been. [break][break] [break][break] usXunnIj [break][break][break][break] tldr;[break] + THANK YOU SHIV FOR YOUR PATIENCR!![break] + time just keeps on truckin[break] + continues to work as the local apothecarist[break] + raising his lil bebe ducklings alongside jayden, they’re teens by the end :’3[break] + travels to visit the other kingdoms and reconnect with previously lost ties[break] + ready to rise to whatever challenge the solstice brings [break] + flutter mane and nimuë (h!typlosion) are too old to fight. they stay with the kids at the apothecary.[break] + has prepared plenty of herbalist remedies to have on hand for their numbers with help from aoife.[break] + is confident they’ll do well because they’re unified in the effort. 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[nospaces] [attr="class","twtgm"] [attr="class","main"] TWENTY YEARS [break][break]Time passes. Snapshots of ten years of life are forged.[break][break] LITTLE SHADOW [break][break]Many of the children at the orphanage are, for lack of a better word, sad.[break][break] [break][break]While Temp cares for all who pass through his doors he wishes they were not there. So much happier and safer with family who loved them. Not having to deal with life as they had known it ripped away so soon.[break][break] Temp is a King. The children he cares for do not hunger or thirst or want for anything. He thinks they deserve that grace.[break][break] Many of them, younger ones mostly, flock to him. His kind smile and willingness to join in horseplay endears them to him. Yet not all are so quick to warm up. Some are shy. Some are more wounded inside than most people can see. They shy away from him, then, as if afraid to make that bond. Afraid to reach out and lose someone else.[break][break] They always come over in time. Kindness counts, as they say. You pour your heart into someone enough and over time they will give you smiles or enjoy seeing you.[break][break] Except one child.[break][break] Diot was an anomaly. She came from outside the walls of Circhester. The last wishes of an old man sick with the poison sludge, her small hand pushed into Temp's before he passed away. Other than her name, Temp knows little about her. She prefers to keep to herself or to play with the Rookidee that come down from Cillian Quinn's Aviary. When she does play with the other children, she is rough and loud and takes charge. Always the one chasing, never the one chased. Her laugh is loud and smile mischievous.[break][break] She seems to tolerate Temp. She will reach out small hands for her share of whatever is offered that day. Diot is not afraid of him, which is very important. She seems to regard him much like just a presence that is there and whose duty it is to feed and shelter her. She listens when it suits her yet is not an obvious troublemaker even if rambunctious.[break][break] A strange child.[break][break] Temp thinks she might be lonely. Even if she plays with the other children, Temp sees she is not close with them. It doesn't quite feel like keeping them at arm's length. It feels like something else, something familiar he can't put his finger on.[break][break] One evening, out on the lawn, Temp sits o n the steps and watches the Corviknight fly overhead. Lugia's massive shadow passes by overhead, a sign his husband is home from whatever business he had that day.[break][break] Diot points at her and speaks. Temp, so used to her silence, had forgotten the girl was there.[break][break] "Who is that?"[break][break] Temp tilts his head down at her. Cillian did join them from time to time. While the Aviary and the Orphanage were on the same land, behind the same gate, and Cillian did live with them... he mostly kept away from the children. It was more out of being busy than some great fear or dislike or anything else. They both had duties they needed to attend.[break][break] "King Quinn."[break][break] Diot frowns and rolls her eyes, sassy despite her young age. She glances back at him.[break][break] "You're King Quinn."[break][break] "He is, too. Cillian Quinn. He's my husband."[break][break] "Who was that with him?"[break][break] "Lugia. She's his patron. She's can be very scary... but she's very kind, deep down."[break][break] "Hm."[break][break] And then they had said little else to one another.[break][break] Temp thinks little of the incident till a few weeks later. He's rounding up the kids for baths and Diot is missing. The little redhead was usually pretty easy to spot. Bongo shakes his head when asked if she had left the Orphanage grounds; the Zarude using his vines to keep track of whoever entered or left.[break][break] Temp eventually finds her at the Aviary doors. Usually this place is off limits; even if the Corviknight were mostly tame, many of them were still wild enough that startling them could be dangerous. He is about to snatch her away but stops himself. She hasn't noticed him yet and and he wants to know what she's after.[break][break] The wrought iron door is too sturdy for her. She eventually gives up and just starts to smack the door.[break][break] This, of course, rouses the occupant inside.[break][break] Cillian is only more handsome after the years. Age has been kind to him, in Temp's humble opinion. He's annoyed but doesn't seem surprised. Diot darts inside with a small giggle when the door is cracked. Cillian just sighs and closes it behind her.[break][break] Now, how long had this been happening?[break][break] But, secretly, Temp just smiles to himself.[break][break] Both Cillian and Diot could use each other's company, he thinks. HEART OF ICE [break][break]- Temp has the sudden epiphany that he has been coddling the Galarian Articuno, which he has started to call Frigid as a nickname, and makes more of an effort to toughen it up. He imparts, not for the first time, how important it is to protect the people you care about. [break][break]ENVY REBUFFED [break][break]- Temp has always had a mild fear of flying. He is jealous of how people like Hideo Kino and BARNABY FINCH can ride on steeds as well as freya morningstar and Eva Morales has reliable rides with their dragons. With Frigid fully grown, he does his best to overcome his fear and fly on her back. They end up sharing a moment when they spot a beautiful aurora over the Circhester mountains. [break][break]PRINCESS OF SHADOW, HEIR OF HEART [break][break]- Even if Princess Diot, now officially adopted by Temp and Cillian, prefers her other father to Temp, he does still love and adore her. The two of them sits under the wings of Frigid and Lugia and he shares stories of her of his home and his people. She asks about his tattoos and he tells all the meanings, mourning his own father and his lost Hoyeon family back in Hoenn. [break][break]NOT GOODBYE, NOT HELLO [break][break]- Temp goes and hugs all his friends. Come here Isaac Merlo, jayden cross, El Sunderland, plus many others... You will not escape the bear hugs > : ) [break][break]TIME LONG PASSED [break][break]- Temp spends times with Eva Morales and Rayquaza. While he's not as adept at science, he does like assisting. Mostly he spends time chatting with Eva about the old stories his people tell about Rayquaza. Rayquaza never indicates if these stories are true or false, but being able to share the stories make him happy. [break][break]ALT TIMELINE CYBER [break][break]- Before the final battle, Temp spends a nice and very fluffy day with Cillian. [break][break]RISING QUEEN [break][break]- As they're suiting up, Temp makes the hard acceptance that his daughter may get hurt. He stops her before the battle, and she acts as if he might try to stop her. However, he just gives her a hug and tells her he loves her and he's so proud of her. He knows that, no matter what happens, she'll grow up to be a wonderful woman and she will be an amazing Queen when she succeeds them. She frowns and tears up but Temp wipes the tears away before they can fall. He tells her to save them for when she really needs them. 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[nospaces] [attr="class","omgen"] [attr="class","omgentop"]GOODBYE GALAR:[break] RUSTED SHIELD  [attr="class","omgenmid"]
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[nospaces] [attr="class","twtgm"] [attr="class","main"] "Do you think you could?"[break][break] A DYNAMAX BAND gleams on his wrist, and Lugia regards it with intelligent red eyes. When she replies, it's almost smug.[break][break] Of course.[break][break] -[break][break] No matter the strict physical regiment designed by Tempest Quinn and maintained alongside a careful diet, Cillian can feel his age. His joints ache. His grip is not always as strong as it was, particularly in his scarred left hand.[break][break] He has always feared growing old. Death approaches quietly, lurking.[break][break] He is not a young man, but he is not yet incapable of fighting. Of defending these people that have come to be his own.[break][break] It would not be so bad, he thinks, as the first warning bells begin to chime beneath a blood red sky, to die defending them. Far better a death with purpose than a long, slow approach of the end.[break][break] He does not share these thoughts with his husband, nor their daughter.[break][break] But he does tell freya morningstar, who he thinks might understand. There is little time for talk as Circhester's royalty leap into action, but a brief sentiment in shared:[break][break] "I am meant to go out fighting, I think."[break][break] This was not the cause he'd thought to die for, yet his golden eyes are a blaze of sunlight to combat the mounting chill. His body grows old, but the fervour of his youth remains in the eyes of the Shadowed King.[break][break] - [break][break] "Release the prisoners," Cillian commands. "They can fight on the front lines."[break][break] It is a mercy, he thinks, to have some stake in one's own fate.[break][break] The birds are released, as well, a great flock of screeching steel that clouds the sky. With no messages to deliver, no orders given, they would help defend this city and its children in the absence of the army.[break][break] -[break][break] A howl echoes through their ancient city, and Cillian answers its call.[break][break] Where once he'd sought to wrangle the canine in Rocket's name, he now looks to its illusory form for guidance.[break][break] He does not need to say goodbye to his child, for he pulls her onto Lugia's back behind him as they follow the Zamazenta's ethereal trail. A wave is given to Tempest Quinn and the bird dubbed Frigid, knowing they will be close-by.[break][break] Even Rayquaza is acknowledged by both avatar and patron as their final battle dawns.[break][break] Home.[break][break] A promise, offered to the dragon alone.[break][break] -[break][break] "We must get clear from our allies," Cillian calls to the armies and gathered royals from Lugia's back. With incredible reluctance and a firm order, Princess Diot dismounts to join their forces on the ground. Cillian wouldn't drag her into his reckless plans, though he knows that Temp will be right beside him. Cillian's heavy gaze sweeps over the gathered royalty. "I trust you."[break][break] Even Caleb Harcourt. Even kyle lopez.[break][break] He offers a last nod before, without a word from him, the shadowed leviathan pivots in the air with the grace of a swimmer and carries them into the skies with powerful wingbeats. The force of them stir up storm-strength winds upon which she rides.[break][break] When they are high enough, Cillian activates the band.[break][break] She is already large, but Lugia's wingspan darkens bloody skies as space and time contort around her. Cillian feels like little more than an ant on the back of a whale, his comfortable purchase turning to a desperate press against one of her aerodynamic plates. A sound like laughter rumbles in her chest, an earthquake beneath him that sends his heart to his throat.[break][break] I would not drop you. Hold on.[break][break] When they draw close to the massive Cinderace, she swoops low.[break][break] Cillian leaps.[break][break] His fist arcs through the air, the familiar movement sending tendrils of void and shadow from crystalline knuckles. Like ropes about a tree's trunk, they'd seek to curve around the rabbit's ankle and pull. He needed only to imbalance it, for SHADOWS to HOLD it long enough.[break][break] The poison-soaked earth would begin to shake, to crack beneath a building pressure. Stormclouds gather at her call, a lashing RAIN to set the battle's stage. Then, with a deafening roar augmented by Shadow Lugia's haunting battle cry, a MAX GEYSER would erupt in a swirling maelstrom, the power of the sea bent beneath the will of its Guardian.[break][break]  rhcW5xnb [break][break][attr="class","tag"]RUSTED SHIELD [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]WEAPON: Knuckles tipped with claws. (SHADOW HOLD)[break] Cillian tells someone to release the prisoners to fight. He also releases the birds from the Rookery to defend the city. The Birds (film)[break] SHADOW LUGIA is DYNAMAXED![break] After Cillian snares it with SHADOW HOLD (to hopefully prevent it from dodging) LUGIA uses MAX GEYSER (WATER) on CINDERACE. 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[nospaces] [attr="class","twtgm"] [attr="class","main"] Temp stands at the gate of the orphanage. Of his home. Instead of a grand castle, this was the legacy he had built for himself.[break][break] Even if everyone able was gathered to fight, not everyone could. The townsfolk to young, old, or sick huddle in the orphanage with the doors locked. The gates are sealed closed. A few of his own pokemon, now too old or sick or weak themselves for this fight, linger in the courtyard. He knows they won't go down without a fight. If this is all their finals stands then so be it.[break][break] Frigid stands beside him. She is so large now, has been for so long. Her wings are folded under her.[break][break] Sometimes he wonders if she could talk like Lugia could. Sometimes he is glad she doesn't. Sometimes he wishes she would.[break][break] She, too, is ready for battle. Special armor, light but durable, shines in plates over her wings. Cups to protect her and will help protect Temp as well when he mounts her saddle. This is made my Amor Rose, a special request, the black metal of Corviknight feathers melted down into something lightweight.[break][break] Her talons are tipped with something else. This one by Aurelie Lefevre. Metals claws to assist the Galarian Articuno with ripping and shredding of flesh.[break][break] Temp stands before her, Cillian Quinn and Diot already departed. A Dynamax band in hand, he lifts it up for her to inspect.[break][break] "Will you?" Temp does not ask if she can. He knows she is capable. But he wonders if the cold bird has ever absorbed any of the wisdom he has tried to give her over the years. She was so hard to read.[break][break] In the end, after a few moments of quiet studying, she dips her head for him.[break][break] Temp clasps the charm to her reins and mounts.[break][break] They take off in a flurry of lavender.[break][break] -[break][break] Days before, Temp had been drafting up final letters. Well wishes to friends and loved ones. Last asks if his life was snuffed today. Temp is not a poet, knows the letter are crude. But they are heartfelt.[break][break] Temp pours all his love into them. He tells Cillian Quinn about all his love and how happy their life has been together. About how, if given the chance, he would pick Cillian in every life in every way he could. Cillian is his husband but also his soulmate, the bonding ritual they did together still etched into the lines of his face and beating of his heart.[break][break] He trusts these letters to Eva Morales. A secret between them.[break][break] "I just can't imagine myself dying in bed or in my sleep, you know?" He tells her, a sad smile on his face.[break][break] - [break][break] Temp will always follow Cillian Quinn to the brink.[break][break] Diot joins the ground forces. Her Corviknight and Eevee will help keep her safe. Remnants from both he and Cil, should neither of them survive this.[break][break] A fire burns in his chest.[break][break] Temp is a young man no longer. He can feel the aching in his joints when he hefts the heavy shield up onto his arm. He's almost fifty and time waits for no one, after all.[break][break] But Temp had always been meant for battle. He will fight till his last breath even if it hurts.[break][break] Lugia pulses with Dynamax energy and Frigid is only a moment behind. Squeezing the band on her reins, she pulses with energy. Soon, he is like a flea on her back. Long purple wings shine down like an aurora over the ground forces..[break][break] Temp may have raised the Articuno from a hatchling but Lugia is like her mother. The psychic bird knows how to whip and fly around the shadowed legend, even like this. It is a lovely dance in the sky, one fit to match the battle between the Skeleton and the Black Knight in the distance. Where Lugia whips up rains and a powerful spout of water, Frigid makes to press the storm into a Hurricane.[break][break] Yet the power is amplified. A wind storm tornado picks up, tearing into the land as it aims for the Cinderance in turn.[break][break]  Temp is not one to sit idle on the back of his pokemon while they do all the work. His approach has always been very hands on.[break][break] When Temp sees Cillian Quinn leap from Lugia's back, he feels a pang of fear. It is swiftly replaced by a loud laugh, deep and sudden and sharp. Cil knew how to make him feel like a young man again.[break][break] The saddle, meant more to keep him secure, is unclasped. Temp yells a reassurance over the high wind and leaps off the back of his friend.[break][break] The fall is steep and wind howls in his ears. The shield is raised; Temp intends to bash into the Cinderance and grasp onto it. Crawl on the creature and Shadow of the Colossus with his husband.[break][break] The energy shines in the shield, the King's Shield activating to help protect him from harm. It would also wrap around Cillian Quinn and whoever else may be nearby.[break][break] AoEq2pA7 [attr="class","tag"]@ tag [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]🔗 temp ensures the children, sick, and elderly are as safe as he can leave them by having whoever is left in circhester stay at the orphanage. some of his own old, sick, or unable to battle pokemon are left behind to help defend it should they fail.[break] 🔗 temp leaves his final goodbyes to various characters with Eva Morales should he die.[break] 🔗 Frigid, the Galarian Articuno, is given armor and weapon made from Corviknight armor. he rides on her into battle. she is his only pokemon out.[break] 🔗 G Articuno Dynamaxes. She joins Lugia in attacking Cinderance with a Max Airstream.[break] 🔗 temp chooses to join Cillian Quinn and Shadow of the Colossus the Cinderance. he activates his King's Shield to protect himself, Cillian, and whoever else chooses to be around the big bunny[break] 🔗 There are not very many good gifs of G Articuno > : ([break] [attr="class","pkmn"][break] [newclass=.twtgm] --accent: #765d75; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm] 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=.twtgm .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm .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=.twtgm .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=.twtgm .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twtgm .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=.twtgm .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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Hitoshi Inoue
GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SHIELD
POSTED ON Jun 24, 2023 19:42:56 GMT
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[attr="class","text"]  The sky above Hammerlocke darkened with crimson clouds. Zev strode down the cobblestone toward the city's front gate where Zamazenta's illusory form waited. He had said no goodbyes. Despite his long and prosperous rule as one of their kings, the peasantry still feared him. And soon, they would be rid of him.[break][break] At long last, the hope that had sparked within Zev caught fire. The certainty that he would make it to the other side of the day's battle and return home filled him. Anyone who looked upon his face would see a burning resolve that had not been there before.[break][break] Outside Wedgehurst, Zev met Cillian Quinn's gaze and nodded at his comment. Then the assassin turned to kyle lopez, his co-ruler of twenty years. "Remember what I told you," he said in a tone that sounded more like an order and less like a reminder.[break][break] A quick glance at MATIAS SILPH transferred more meaning than any words the two men had exchanged in the past two decades: "I'm counting on you to protect him."[break][break] Because if one thing was certain, it was Matias' loyalty to Kyle.[break][break] Turning away from his allies to face their enemies, Zev opened a Pokéball to release his Gengar, his oldest and most devoted companion. His Dynamax band flashed, and Smoke surged with power into a familiar form. His ghostly body towered over the battlefield, enormous maw grinning, tongue lolling out with excitement.[break][break] Meanwhile, dark crystals spread across Zev's body, covering him from head to foot in a void-black carapace. Two tendrils rose out of his left hand, forming a longbow. Pink energy gathered in his right hand as he used it to draw the bow's string.[break][break] Zev's voice cut through the howl of battle. "Targeting the Inteleon. Fire at will, Smoke."[break][break] As G-MAX TERROR ripped through the sky, a dark bolt of spectral shadow, LIGHT OF RUIN shot from Zev's bow to rip through the Water-type Pokémon.[break][break] ptW_bHto [attr="class","ooc"] [attr="class","tag"]gg: rusted shield [break]NOTES⬥ Zev is wearing ⬥ Reminds Kyle not to die, and tries signaling to Matias to protect Kyle[break] ⬥ Covers himself in crystal armor[break] ⬥ Uses his LONGBOW OF LIGHT OF RUIN on Inteleon[break] ⬥ Gengar DYNAMAXES (GIGANTAMAXES) and uses G-MAX TERROR on Inteleon[break] ⬥ Gigantamax Gengar's ability SHADOW TAG is active [attr="class","pkmn"]       [attr="class","credit"] MADE BY GUNSMILE [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=.zev2]--accent:#975fb2;[/newclass] [newclass=.zev2]font:12px Roboto;letter-spacing:.25px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 a"]color:var(--accent);font:12px Roboto;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 h1"]font:bold 15px Poppins;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 h2"]font:bold 14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 .text b"]font:bold 12px Poppins;letter-spacing:.1px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 .tag a"]font:bold 15px Poppins;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 .credit"]font:10px Poppins!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".zev2 .credit a"]font:10px Poppins!important;[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","text"] THE TWENTIETH YEAR: WAR HAS COME [break] Caleb spent the entire week leading up to the solstice planning with Isaac Merlo. They had collaborated with the other cities and their monarchs, creating enough DYNAMAX BANDS to ensure their armies would be ready to fight whatever appeared out of the void. For what felt like the first time since arriving in Motostoke, Caleb felt they were prepared for just about anything.[break][break] Instead of feel apprehensive, he merely wondered whether this battle would finally herald a return that had long been promised. If they won, would the Calyrex appear to send them back to the region - and time period - they once called home? Perhaps winning meant they would get to stay, and losing would send them back. Maybe there was no "back" to go to; maybe they were simply careening towards an inevitable doom.[break][break] Caleb kept his speculations to himself. He had a city to bolster, a kingdom to inspire. Isaac was the voice of their rule, but Caleb was relied upon more than he had ever realized. It had taken twenty years for him to internalize the fact that he, too, was important. That he mattered.[break][break] Prior to the solstice, the king spent one final passionate night with BARNABY FINCH, the two of them finding some measure of familiar comfort in the way they had fused together over the years. They did not speak of their arrangement, nor what it might become should their circumstances change. Caleb saw no point in mourning something that very well might persist.[break][break] One thing he did know: with Barnaby, he'd been happy.[break][break] He went to see the girl the morning of the apocalypse, dreading that goodbye far more than any other. As he neared the home Elisabeth Fiorelli had cultivated over twenty years of isolated witchcraft, he realized that the woman had made it impossible for him to actually enter the tower - and so, from below, wholly impeded by the thick, thorny vines she'd conjured - he called out to Lisette.[break][break] She says I cannot go to war. Please...I want to fight.[break][break] She begged him to let her out of the prison Elisabeth had created, fierce and defiant, but he merely shook his head. With a hardened heart, he realized that even if it were possible to free her - which it wasn't - he agreed with Elisabeth's decision.[break][break] "She's right to keep you from the potential death that awaits us," he'd said, hoping she could hear him. "I know you're strong, but this is a foe beyond you - maybe even beyond us. You trust me, right? Whatever happens, I won't forget you, Lisette."[break][break] Perhaps he'd had something like a daughter, after all.[break][break] The howl of the legendary dog heralded their call to arms, and on the day of Necrozma's return, the black knight and its skeleton adversary brought with them the largest force of poisoned, gigantic Pokémon Caleb had seen yet.[break][break] Beneath a crimson sky, Caleb and Isaac organized their fighters. Caleb glimpsed Elisabeth Fiorelli and BARNABY FINCH standing together on the battlefield, nodded his head to them, a small, wry smile gracing his lips - his affection for them an obvious, unfiltered thing - then released his Lapras, Lyra, oldest and most beloved of his Pokémon.[break][break] Activating the DYNAMAX BAND Aurelie Lefevre had forged for him, as well as his trident, Lyra grew to a massive size as rain began to fall. She summoned a G-MAX RESONANCE, creating an AURORA VEIL around the Motostoke trainers and their Pokémon. The icy force of energy rocketed towards the enemy Rillaboom.[break][break] "I'm with you," he reassured Isaac Merlo, putting a hand on the other man's shoulder. They'd been friends, co-rulers, and brothers for nearly two decades. Together, they would prevail: as they always had. Always would.[break][break] JrH_BLU2 [attr="class","ooc"] [attr="class","tag"]GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SHIELD [break]NOTES⬥ Caleb is wearing medieval clothing and a crown[break] ⬥ Caleb is in MOTOSTOKE[break] ⬥ One last night with BARNABY FINCH, surely this won't turn into something tragic when they go home...[break] ⬥ On the morning of the solstice, Caleb says goodbye to Lisette. Though she begs him to let her out of her thorny prison, he cannot - and even if he could, he wouldn't (he agrees with Elisabeth Fiorelli's choice)[break] ⬥ Caleb, along with Isaac Merlo, lead Motostoke to war. 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Hideo Kino
GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SHIELD
POSTED ON Jun 25, 2023 0:22:15 GMT
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Oliver sees both familiar and unfamiliar faces in his training camps, including Julia Davis. It was always good to brush up on the basics. But also perhaps get stronger due to inexperience or some other factor. Hopefully it pays off, not just for Julia, but for others as well. Caleb Harcourt and Isaac Merlo led the Motostoke crew down. Seemed they were focused on the center of the army as the Zamazenta led them there. Several trainers brought out their dynamaxed or gigantimaxed Pokemon. Oliver wouldn't. His focus, for now, was going to be crowd control. Besides, it would be a tragedy if everyone used that power at once. Best to stagger it, in his opinion. War Club in hand, he fired off an Ice Beam first. If nothing else but to slow down the encroaching army with a wall of ice. Taking out a Pokeball, he released Galvantula. "Galvantula, use Discharge! We've got to get this crowd under control before we hit the big pokemon in the back." With a spiddery scream, the electric bug used Discharge, sending waves of electricity towards the army, hopefully taking out several at once. TLDR Oliver used Ice Beam to attack and maybe set up a wall of ice to slow down the army. Releases Galvantula. Galvantula uses Discharge to strike multiple enemies at once! uKYNnAov |
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THE YEARS THAT FOLLOW shines a glimmer of hope that is brighter than any of the constellations he has ever read.
