Michael Navidson
He/Him
33
October 13th
Slateport
Heterosexual
Elite 4.
Sheriff
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"
Funeral Pyres [M]
POSTED ON May 18, 2023 4:46:21 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","arties"]
There’s dozens of little fires along the mountain. Navy hasn’t been to this mountain in five months. Not since the day he buried his Gyarados. Not since the heroes of the region saved them all from the meteor that was barreling down onto them.[break][break]
They’re granted a reprieve. Just for a moment. Both sides return to their corners to lick their wounds. Both know the fight isn’t really over yet. They’re waiting for the bell to sound. Then, it’s back to the center. Rocket versus League, until one burns the other out. There’s no end to this story in sight.[break][break]
All they, the living, can do is keep fighting.[break][break]
There’s nothing to bury of Roland, if he is truly dead at all. The Iron Valiant that now rests in his old Pokemon’s ball has wholeheartedly replaced the chivalrous Gallade. There’s been too much death recently. There’ll be more just around the corner. There’s always more death here in Hoenn.[break][break]
Ironsides lands somewhere along the mountain, letting Navy rest on his back. The grumpy old bird doesn’t even voice a protest. He stalks along the ground, letting Navy look out at the fires steeping for the dead over burial mounds. It’s necessary to come here and grieve. Grief is natural.[break][break]
Ironsides looks back at Navy as if to say moving on is natural, too.[break][break]
When he sees Melody, he almost can’t believe his eyes. Here among the tombstones and the fire, she looks like the goddess of the underworld, allowed to come up once a year. How does she always manage to look so photogenic, no matter the occasion? Maybe that’s why Gabe couldn’t shut up about her after he took her gym challenge.[break][break]
“Hey.” Navy says to her. He looks awful. He’s still heavily bandaged. His arm’s in a cast. Thanks to the wonders of Blisseys and modern medicine, he doesn’t need too long to heal, but he does need time.[break][break]
“It’s good to see ya. Sorry if I’m, you know…” Intruding on a private moment.[break][break]
“Arceus, it just won’t stop…” He looks at the graves all around them. So many are freshly dug. The deaths of the Pokemon sting his heart more than the humans, if he’s being honest. They’re more like Gabe than most humans. Innocent, just following orders. Living in a dream until that dream is snuffed out.
[break][break]
[attr="class","credit"] milky[newclass=.arties]font:11px roboto;--accent:#9efffe;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties b]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=.arties i]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=.arties a]text-transform:uppercase; font-weight:bold[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokesprite]color:#32a852; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.1);border:1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.2); margin-right:10px; margin-top:5px; padding:5px; filter:grayscale(90%); transition:0.5s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pkspr:hover]background:rgba(0,0,0,0.2); filter:none; transition:0.5s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokeclass]text-align:right; width:520px; [/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokeclass img]background:#2b2b2b;border-radius:100px; border:1px solid #solid 1px #232323; border:1px solid #232323; margin-top:-30px; padding-bottom:12px; transition:1.5s; margin-left:8px; box-shadow:2px 2px transparent;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokeclass img:hover]background:var(--accent); transition:1s all; box-shadow:2px 2px #232323 [/newclass] [newclass=.arties]position:relative;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .credit]font:bold 15px poppins; transform:rotate(90deg); position:absolute; bottom:55px; right:45px; color:rgb(65,65,65); text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #232323, 1px -1px 0 #232323, -1px 1px 0 #232323, 1px 1px 0 #232323;[/newclass]
|
|