sleeping beauty
she/her
25
July 15
lumiose city, kalos
bisexual
public relations
rising star
she looks like, if you bit her, honey and milk would flow from her
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luka chêne
GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SHIELD
POSTED ON Jun 4, 2023 7:04:01 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","siege"] [attr="class","top"] [attr="class","main"] The teleportation isn't as disorienting as she expected, but perhaps Luka is just used to this by now.[break][break] That in and of itself is a disconcerting thought, but there's no time to dwell upon it. For just as she'd feared, the Ballonea they'd arrived in is far from the idyllic forest town that she had visited with Remiel Calcifet once upon a time.[break][break] The glimwood tangle is sick. Diseased flora and fungi rot amidst the poison that flows in disgusting rivulets throughout the city. It's as though a plague had descended upon the town, and Luka has a feeling that it's tied to whatever had infected Calyrex before.[break][break] "Whatever happened here...i-it's like the King's disease, i-isn't it? Do you...d-do you think it's this bad because they died?" she asks John Sullivan and Hideo Kino, and anyone else in the League that might hear them through the comms. Allies seem slim here, but fortunately the gravity of the situation prevents infighting for now. It's something she hasn't seen since the Darkest Day, and she shudders to think that the outcomes of both events might be similar.[break][break] "I guess there's no way to tell," she continues to muse. "Do you think you guys will be okay here? I'd like to go help the townspeople...and I don't think Rocket is going to be a problem for now."[break][break] To assist Doug and Hideo in fortifying the city and attacking the hands, Luka's Musharna stays behind and stems the tide of posion with her psychic. She herself releases her Spectrier, who whinnies upon seeing the Glastrier Hideo Kino is riding upon. It seems her own spectral steed is rather distressed at the devastation that's befallen their native land.[break][break] Whisps of spirit energy curl around Luka's hands, and she uses them to help hoist herself up upon the horse. Their fuschia mane glimmers almost eerily in the tainted light from the bioluminescent mushrooms, but the effect is striking nonetheless. Certainly enough to help capture the attention of the locals.[break][break] Luka doesn't make much of a knight; she's very dainty, a fairy-like little thing. Perhaps she could be likened to a princess instead as she flicks the reins and takes off at a canter, roseate curls streaming behind her and her skirts fluttering in the wind.[break][break] Like Lady Godive upon her noble steed— only with far more clothes on.[break][break] Once she reaches a group of townspeople, she slows to a trot. Many of them are trying to stave off the flowing poison and fight the hands, though some seem sick and wounded. All of them seem terrified. Luka's Clefable rests in her lap after being unable to use her dance on Calyrex, but this allows her to bless the peasantry with a healing shower of life dew instead.[break][break] It becomes clear that they recognize her mount. Luka feels rather abashed as some of the locals gape up at her, though whether in awe or fear she isn't certain. But she radiates kindness as she offers them all a soft smile, one as warm and sweet as the first breath of spring.[break][break] "You've been fighting so hard. I'm so sorry we couldn't have helped you all sooner." Her voice is full of an earnest regret, and it gets louder as she continues to speak. "But to stave everything off like this, and to be fighting so fiercely...you're all amazing, really! All of you...no, all of us together...w-whatever it is that's plaguing us, we're going to fight it back! Hope and courage shine the brightest in darkest of times...and I hope you can all believe in yourselves as much as I do!"[break][break] Spectrier's ghostly neigh punctuates her declaration, and Luka almost feels like an emissary of Calyrex themself. It's a bold thought, perhaps, but one that helps build her confidence as she rides on to the next group of commoners, relaying similar sentiments of hope. All the while, her Clefable trails life dew to help the sick and injured, and it catches the light of the luminescent flora to create a prismatic rainbow behind them.[break][break] It's quite the sight: a beautiful girl on the back of a mythical beast, trailing healing aureoles like an angel come to bless Ballonlea in it's hour of need.[break][break] Her destination eventually becomes the observatory at the top of a spire of mushrooms. At first she'd feared that her Spectrier would find it difficult terrain, but the spectre seems adept at leaping from springy mushroom tops to bring them up the glowing spire. The faces of the others headed in this direction are mostly masked; Rockets, no doubt. It's a perilous position to be in perhaps, but if something happens at the peak it might be worth it to have someone from the League in attendance. [break]
3p4MhAaL [break] - has a sygna suit on (not active!)[break] - in ballonlea![break] - riding spectrier and looking cute to inspire the peasantry[break] - clefable uses life dew to heal the injured in ballonlea[break] - various mons are assisting with fighting the hands and diverting the poison in the background[break] - making her way up to the observatory and trying to inspire people along the way! [attr="class","bottom"]  [attr="class","name"]luka chêne [attr="class","subtxt"]I don't know anything with certainty,[break]
But the sight of the stars makes me dream [attr="class","credit"]
milky
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AFTER SLIPPING THE LEAFY FRAGMENT INSIDE HIS POCKET, 
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The familiar feeling of being pulled through space and time tugs at her gut. They emerge in a desolate Circhester. Eva’s first impression is the sting of ash against the back of her throat. She coughs, falling to the blanketed ground then the dragon releases her from its grip. Her momentary fit is interrupted by screams. Haunting, to the core. Trauma resurfaces and the drums of war thrum in her ears. 
