Supernova Shredder
He/Him
30
march 21
mauville city
heterosexual
music artist
Trainer
I’d rather watch your star explode
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Callan Young
❝ Even as the part of the audience's admiration shifted to distaste, Callan did not move an iota. His red eye remained stoic in the face of the jeers from the crowd as he looked into the eyes of Josh. His fingers pushed a button down, and initiated the descent into his Elite Four chamber. The stadium's response to his choice was deafening, the booes creating rippling out from across the entire stadium, until it was silenced by a foot of steel construction. Turning to confront Devlin, the sterile halogen light cast a shadow over his face. "Do you hear that?" His gaze bore into Devlin, a tone of contained anger. "The way they cheer, and then jeer for someone at a moment's notice?" Callan paused. "The way they've treated people like us for so long? Denied from birth: normalcy, coherency, compassion, understanding, until we break down onto our hands and knees, scraping it up for their affection? Only for it to turn to dust?"As the chamber solidly locked into place, pulling them away from the judgmental crowd, the ceiling transformed, a silken pulse of deep blue light illuminating the stadium. This was Callan’s personal sanctuary, the Elite Four chamber. Once, the electricity of the crowd, would've energised him. Now, the scales had tipped, his once bright enthusiasm and charisma, dulled by the abrasive grain of recent events. His eyes remained fixed on Devlin. "It is the way things are. And it was why I thought to myself, I'd try to help you."His gaze turned into a hardened blade under the artificial light, a silent pressure that bore down on Devlin. "I once saw potential in you. A trainer with an aptitude for battle, and the ability to weather adversity. I thought you were a man who was misunderstood, perhaps for the wrong reasons, perhaps never simply given a chance." The corner of his mouth twitched. "I was wrong." The admission was succinct, blunt, and Callan let the discomfort of the sentence sever the tie of friend from Josh. "Sometimes, the crowd's jeers are indicators of a legitimate flaw. That holds true for both you and me."From his pocket, he produced an Ultraball, the device gleaming ominously in the dim blue light. "But Melody sees something in you. And I trust her judgment."Callan inhaled deeply, as if trying to draw on the last vestiges of his inner strength. His eyelids fell shut momentarily, and when they opened, they revealed a renewed intensity in his scarlet gaze. "So prove me wrong," he challenged, the words sharp, precise, and laden with meaning. "Show me you have the resolve to claim the title of Champion, even if the world stands against you."With a swift motion, Callan tosses the Ultra Ball, revealing his spectral ally, a Polteageist. The ghostly teapot twirled mid-air, its eerie form shimmering under the chamber's jazz interior. In between its ghostly lips, it held a White Herb. "You can have the first move." TEAM: [googlefont=Playfair Display]
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