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Everything aches, and she finds it difficult to keep her eyes open. The light is nearly blinding, like a searing beacon of pain that imprints patterns on the inside of her skull whenever she squints open her eyes.[break][break]

Her throat also feels parched, her tongue thick and dry, like chalk in her mouth.[break][break]

Stormy is fast asleep for the first time in several hours, exhaustion finally taking over and rocking her to sleep when the nurse re-enters for the hundredth line to check her IV's. [break][break]

It's the twinge of the needle in her arm that jolts her awake, panic bright in her eyes as she catches her breath. The nurse quickly settles her, worry leaving a crease in her forehead.[break][break]

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Everything is fine, Ms. Silph, you're safe here."[break][break]

The gentle squeeze does little to comfort the girl, who now lies awake with her heart beating heavily in her chest. [break][break]

There's a soft knock at the door and Stormy's nurse glances up and returns her attention to Stormy with a soft smile.[break][break]

"It looks like you have a visitor. Are you feeling up to it?"[break][break]

Her subtle nod is acknowledged, and the nurse promptly leaves, assuring Stormy that if she needs anything to just pull the red string.[break][break]

Whoever was waiting outside would be given permission to enter not long after, with strict instruction to not excite or upset the patient.[break][break]

Nearby, hovering anxiously and protectively around his friend, a Castform would be seen, a very worried expression present on his tiny face.[break][break]

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devon

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POSTED ON Jul 3, 2019 3:13:19 GMT

there's no hesitation in his actions. he drops everything the moment word reaches him through the buzzing of his phone, through the chilling words that pop up as a text. he storms out of the devon meeting, excusing himself as he makes various phone calls to try and understand the situation; to validate his worries.

and they do.

it takes him far too long to travel from rustboro to lavaridge. even with salamence, the dragon-type can only fly so fast. the landing is rough and swift and the recall is just as fast, salamence soon disappearing back into his pokeball as alexander rushes through the front door. adrenaline is what drives him forward and it's not until he's met with a nurse does he realize how irrational he's being.

stormy's there. she's safe. he sees her sleeping through the glass portion of the door. the nurse's words calm him, making adrenaline slowly subside in favor of logic and reason. he nods, thanking her, and then takes a seat outside.

it's a few hours until she wakes up and he's allowed to see her. he knocks on the door and waits for a response before walking in. it might not be the blond she expects.

it's funny: he had found his dead father with his head decapitated and he remembers how his body almost gave up on him. the feeling of emptiness and guilt and powerlessness is one he remembers well. it's what he's met with the moment he lays eyes on stormy as well. the situation's different but it could have been the same.

and that's the point.

"are you okay?"

a stupid question for a stupid situation. he doesn't approach her yet. he stands idle by the door; the cold wind snaps shut as does the door behind him.

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POSTED ON Jul 3, 2019 4:18:20 GMT

cait had arrived a few minutes later, her steps hurried as she went through the damnably sluggish process of showing her identification and traversing lengthy stretches of hallway. she was never fond of hospitals; finding their environment to be far too sterile as well as overwhelmingly depressing. it was one reason she had forged formal education in medicine in favor of pursuing a degree in botany.

"she already has one visitor in. only two at a time and for a short while to prevent any undo stress."

the gym leader nodded at the nurse, having a difficult time focusing as she peered over her shoulder at the door which led into stormy's room. she'd been informed of her disappearance and subsequent rescue only a day prior, and had rushed to pay the woman a visit; leaving hypno to handle any prospective challengers who were likely to arrive in her absence.

"stor - "

cait had intended to charge toward the bedside, only to abort her initial plan and blink at the familiar visage of alexander.

"mister stone," she said, stiffly.

'of course he'd be here,' she thought. 'he is her beau, after all. he has every right.'

"i can... wait outside until you're finished," she offered.

she clutched onto the strap of her purse until her nails dug painfully into her palms, her painted lips slightly pursed and her eyes partly narrowed as she eyed the man.

Stormy Silph - ALEXANDER STONE

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The door swings open without a hitch, a cool wash of air pushes the blinds by the window and tickles Stormy's cheek as it tugs a strand of hair across her face.[break][break]

One hand raises, still shaking with the effects of poison or leftover trauma, and pulls the hair from her face. It takes her a minute to notice Alexander in the doorway, but the moment her eyes find his, they start to water.[break][break]

But he's just standing there, waiting. She can't decipher the expression he has, because he doesn't have one. For a moment she feels empty and just as lonely as before, unsure what to say. [break][break]

It isn't until he finally says something that she opens her mouth to respond, only for Cait to also rush through her door.[break][break]

Stormy hesitates, though mostly because she can't form her words. Instead, she merely watches as Cait and Alex interact. There's a stiffness to her best friends tone, and an unwillingness to remain due to Alex being there.[break][break]

"Cait? Please stay.."[break][break]

She winces, but not out of pain. She winces at how weak and feeble she sounds. She takes a moment to adjust herself, pushing herself into a sitting position and taking a deep breath.[break][break]

"I'm okay, guys, really. And I want both of you here."[break][break]

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2019 2:07:13 GMT

the myriad of emotions running rampant within him are thinly hidden behind a veil of trained stoicism that can only be gained through experience. he almost crosses his arms as he watches her stare at him, her eyes wet with tears. she opens her mouth to respond but the sudden opening of the door saves her.

"miss alfric."

it's only then does he feel like he's the outsider. he can tell in the moment that cait isn't afraid to express her worries about stormy. it's evident with how she suddenly stops and changes her posture. if he wasn't stood there she would have charged right up to stormy's bedside, which is something he should have done but couldn't.

"no, no, you should stay."

it's what stormy would want; her words a few moments after only confirm it. his eyes meet cait's and he notices how she slightly narrows them at him. perhaps there is something more to them than he realizes. he gives it no more than he already has and walks over to stormy and sits by the bed. he lays his arm on the bed and reaches for her hand, clasping. his hands are slightly shaking and stormy should be able to feel it.

"i did tell you not to get into trouble."

a joke made out of jest accompanied by a soft chuckle. he shakes his head, murmuring under his breath.

"you scared me."

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2019 12:28:17 GMT

it was stormy who convinced her to remain, her painted lips set in a thin line as she gingerly shut the door behind her and took her place at the silph's side. she had desperately hoped to share a private moment with her beloved friend. she should have foreseen that alexander would want to do the same. but she didn't allow for her displeasure to surface in that moment, the young woman managing a concerned smile.

"stormy," she breathed.

cait peered at the silph's face and the blankets that had been lain across her petite shape. she looked far too delicate in that moment; her skin worryingly pale and her eyes glassy.

'what did they do to you?'

she resisted the urge to bite her lip.

"i wish they'd have - someone should have told me," she said. "i'd have been there. i'd have - "

the woman imagined herself sweeping in and plucking stormy from the clutches of team rocket. but she hadn't been informed until after the lavaridge gym leader had been reacquired.

'maybe i could have done something to help prevent this from happening.'

"your face. did they - ?"

it was difficult not to stare at the smattering of bruises that littered columns of pale flesh. stormy had not been handled gently while she remained a captive, which only caused cait to experience a potent surge of anger.

"i - "

cait reached out, moving to gently caress stormy's cheek, her eyes growing increasingly round. the expression on her face grew strange, her green gaze taking on a dim glow as delicate fingers brushed against discolored flesh. a particularly large one transitioned from a disgusting shade of purple to a healthy pink beneath her finger tips - the skin sensitive but the bruise having been effectively eradicated.

"..."

the woman pulled her hand away and sucked in a little breath, eyes falling shut as she forced herself to control that urge to continue.

"i'm sorry," she managed, turning her head away. "i should've been there."

her head jerked toward the champion, her eyes wide and bright as she stared and directed that negative swell of emotion toward him.

"you should have been there."

Stormy Silph - ALEXANDER STONE

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stormy, bronwen

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2019 12:58:52 GMT

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Panic begins to swell in her chest the longer the two of them linger. It's in moments like this one that she needs her loved ones, but they're just out of arms reach.[break][break]

The door slowly closes, the soft sucking noise of the door latching bringing Stormy some semblance of relief. When she closes her eyes for a moment, her headache growing more intense for a moment, she opens them again to see Alex and Cait have approached her.[break][break]

One hand is clasped in her beloved's shaking one, but try as she might she can't find the strength to squeeze him reassuringly. Instead, an involuntary tear slides off of her cheek, soaking into the thin sheets covering her. At the slightest touch of his warmth, and later, Cait's as well, her skin rises with goosebumps, as if finally realising how cold she is.[break][break]

Castform hovers nearby, unsure what to make of the situation. At the moment he's unable to properly read his friend's emotional state, unable to choose a form to best depict what she's feeling.[break][break]

Alex and Cait's voices murmur close to her, one attempting to jest and the other stuck in worry, frantic that she hadn't been there to protect her.[break][break]

"You were there, Cait. Wadjet.. Wadjet brought me home. A-and Lars."[break][break]

The feeling of the woman's hand on her cheek is welcoming, and she leans into it slightly, fighting tears. She's not weak, and she refuses to show how shaken she is. The bruises and sickness from her kidnapping are minor compared to the emotional and psychological wounds she's gained.[break][break]

While some bruising on her face disappears, giving her some form of relief, it's washed away with the biting remark Cait gives Alex. [break][break]

"Cait? Cait, stop. It's no one's fault."[break][break]

She grunts, shuffling herself further into a sitting position, pulling her free hand to her face to massage her headache. [break][break]

"If anything, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been alone."[break][break]

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2019 18:34:36 GMT

guilt plagues the young mauville leader and it shows. she's not good at hiding it but he suspects she's not trying to. she makes a remark at him that leaves a sour taste in his mouth. his brows furrow, expression changes for a slight moment as his posture shifts in the chair, rising.

"your anger is misdirected. do not let your emotions control you, miss alfric. that is not what is expected of mauville's leader."

the underlying threat is laced deep within his tone, drenched in venom unfamiliar to most. it's only then does he notice how he had squeezed her hand while speaking, and he relaxes his grip.

"not yours. no one is to blame but those who did this to you."

it's hard for him to look at her but he steels himself where he can. he knows his strengths and his weaknesses; she falls under both. he notices her bruises and her complexion, understanding the severity of the situation she was in.

he can only sigh.

"i will find them, stormy. i swear it."

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2019 18:55:57 GMT

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cait's facial features appeared frozen in that moment, the woman merely leveling a stare upon the champion of hoenn. she was curiously stoic, but this could easily be blamed upon the dramatic uptick of rage that broiled just beneath the surface. there was a slight shake present as she breathed, her nostrils flaring and her dimly glowing eyes remaining alarmingly wide.

'you don't deserve her.'

she wanted to say these words so desperately.

'and you don't deserve the title of champion.'

she clenched her fists, another shaking breath leaving her as her gaze momentarily flitted toward alexander's and stormy's joined hands. cait was forced to calm herself down little by little, her lips trembling slightly as she reached a hasty decision. the young woman feared she'd soon burst if she kept still and silent, aware that her facade of calm would fail in mere seconds.

"i need to use the lavatory. excuse me."

cait abruptly stood and very nearly sent her chair tilting over, excusing herself without ceremony as she beat a hasty retreat and took leave of the cramped and sterile room. cait needed air - she needed to be away from alexander - she wanted to be with stormy when he wasn't around.

Stormy Silph - ALEXANDER STONE

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Lars

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thirty-three

july 26

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2019 21:23:20 GMT

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ofc he's coming by. He has questions that need answering.

He already told himself, he wouldn’t sleep until he had his answers.

Just who was she seeing?

He didn’t know why, but that feeling of jealousy, of anger—it had driven him to the point that he, he was the one who saved her—only to find out that wow, she already was seeing someone else?

Who was this mystery person? And what the hell, how in the name of—his mind was burning with so many unanswered questions. He wanted them, these answers, now. However he had to wait, after another disaster of a rescue mission—

“I—why do I do this to myself,” he mutters, as he comes in to the hospital where she’s been admitted, holding a bouquet of flowers. ‘For a friend’, he’d told the old lady who was selling them, and while he didn’t have the heart to deny or acknowledge who it was, he just kept his face as… as neutral as possible.

Maybe. Just maybe.

He would see this other person, this ‘someone’ who had beaten him to the chase. Maybe commit their features to memory, maybe look for a few pictures, mutilate them while he wasn’t busy with his fucking mountain of Ranger-related paperwork… throw the ashes of his pipe on it, set it aflame, maybe?

He kept his face as blank as possible, never mind if he still had some of that liquid courage in his veins. Hell, it was the fucking drink that made him pick up the flowers and come out to visit her.

Lars was so preoccupied with his thoughts he wasn’t watching where he was going—and almost ended up bumping into someone. He’d almost barked at the person to get the hell out of the way, had he not noticed who he’d crashed into.

“Cait?” he says, blinking his surprise (and anger) away for a few moments, securing his hold on the flowers in his right hand.

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Stormy remains confused and overwhelmed by the words that pass between her friends, the people she cares for the most, people that she loves.[break][break]

Her knuckles rub together painfully, magnified by the general fatigue she feels and the sensitivity of her skin. She gasps a little, flexing her fingers in his grasp until he releases his squeeze.[break][break]

Pain swims in her eyes as she watches Cait leave, excusing herself to go to the washroom. The hurriedness of her escape is not unnoticed, even in the state Stormy is in. [break][break]

Alex's attention falls back to her, but there's a look in his eye, a faraway glance. He doesn't seem to look at her directly, as if it pains him to do so.[break][break]

"Why won't you look at me, Alex? Are you disappointed in me?"[break][break]

FERNANDO SILPH's words fall back into her thoughts, a sore reminder of what he'd said in response to her mention of being protected.[break][break]

'I shouldn't have to. No one should.'[break][break]

Her hands began to shake and her breath quickens. Because he's right. Stormy should have been able to protect herself. What had all of his training been for? Nothing? She had been weak in the moment she needed to be strong, she had lost and nearly gotten herself killed.[break][break]

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have been -- I should have been stronger than that. I shouldn't have been so easy to catch off guard. I was distracted, I wasn't thinking, I didn't think anything like this would happen."[break][break]

Sobs escape her at this point, and her Castform's cloudy figure dissolves into a raindrop, dribbling a little bit on the floor. [break][break]

"I've worked so hard to prove myself, but I'm nothing. He was right, he's always been right about me."[break][break]

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his words are calculated, chosen to provoke a reaction from the mauville leader, one she does not easily give. but her calm facade is not as strong as she thinks; the flaring of her nostrils, slight trembling of her lips, and how abruptly she excuses herself; all of them give it away:

she is angry. jealous. she allows her emotions to run rampant within her, allows it to control her actions. that's not what makes a good leader. a good leader is empathic but knows when to separate emotions and personal agendas to see a situation for what it is. cait has every reason to be upset but it is like he said: her anger is misplaced.

it leaves him to think those qualities she upholds might merely be a facade because the cait alfric he sees today is not the one he first met.

this cait alfric is no leader.

and he will remember that.

he exhales when the door closes shut, granting them the privacy he so longed for. his eyes drift towards her but the uncertainty is what gives him away. she notices it and immediately pounces, asking him a question he doesn't want to hear.

so he doesn't answer.

silence envelops them and forms a bubble, keeping them trapped for as long as he wills it. she looks to break it with her words but it only seems to cause the bubble to expand. he's silent throughout and only at the very end does he finally speak.

"stop apologizing. this is not your fault. and even if it was, so what? mistakes happen. what matters is how you handle it and more importantly how you grow from it."

his hand grips hers tighter.

"you have proven yourself to the people. to me. what does the opinion of one councilman matter? do not let fernando control you. he is powerful but he has his own demons. as do we all."

FERNANDO SILPH: respected councilman, arguably one of the strongest trainers in the region, alcoholic. he doesn't say it for stormy's sake but he has his suspicions.

Stormy Silph

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cai

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cait didn't concern herself with the opinions of champion stone, instead focusing upon calming herself and schooling her features appropriately. she was aware that there were consequences to her actions as well as her words - the likelihood of salvaging whatever relationship she already had with alexander pitifully low.

'what do i care?'

she made her way to the lavatory, stopped only by the familiar face of laurence. the sight of him improved her mood considerably, a genuine smile tugging at corners of her lips as she greeted the blonde and blue-eyed fellow.

"lars," she chimed. "you're - "

her gaze snapped onto the beautiful collection of flowers that were within his grasp.

"that's for stormy, i hope? it's a nice gift. i wish i had thought of grabbing something on my way here to give to her."

but she had been in such a rush and in a state of panic that she hadn't really thought of it.

'i'll get her something later. when it's just us.'

"they only allow two visitors at a time," she said. "stone's in there already. i'd suggest giving them a few more minutes before busting in."

ALEXANDER STONE - ALEXANDER STONE - Laurence Anderson

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and here comes Death, the destroyer of his world.

Oh, how naïve he was.

His mood softened for the fewest of moments, he nods in Cait’s direction.

“They are. Picked the reddest out of the bunch, even. I know little of the language of flowers, but the old lady who sold me them said red and white together mean… innocence? And passion? Something like that. I was only paying half-attention because I was distracted,” he says with a mumble.

Thankfully he hadn’t smoked on the way here—if he did, he’d have busted out the pipe and he’d be smelling faintly of vanilla.

“Stone?” he asks the green-haired woman curiously, eyebrows going up slightly. Where had he heard that name before…

Of course, being a native of Hoenn he knew as much as the public did about the Devon Corporation, but—wait, wasn’t there like someone in the family who was a literal rock head that collected pretty stones? Or was he remembering something wrong?

Grunting a bit, he adjusted the flowers, his right arm getting a little tired holding the bouquet up.

“Why—did you need to catch some air?” he asks her a few moments later. He doesn’t have any idea on what’s waiting on the other side of the door, well—at least he doesn’t know that he’s going to internally die in a few more moments anyway.

“I—well, I hope I won’t be long anyway… just drop these off and stay for what, ten minutes or so…” he adds hopefully, wondering if he’ll be meeting Cait a lot sooner than he thinks. Either way, he heads over to the door, knocks on it a few times, and bracing himself, gives it a few more moments before edging the door open, his entrance noted by whoever else was in the room.

“Are you okay—“ he begins, attention fully on the fellow Ranger.

It isn’t until a few moments later does he realize that she’s not alone in the room—and that Cait may have warned him, but he decided to screw the fucking rules and go in anyway.

Stone? Wait a second— he thinks, eyes falling on the other male in the room. When his mind belatedly registers the position of the other male, it’s like a loud clicking noise suddenly echoes in his own head, the meaning, loud and clear.

“…so it’s him, huh,” he says softly, not realizing that the flowers he was holding had fallen out of his hold and tumbled to the sterile floor.

“I see.”

The burning questions in his mind were finally answered.

It was this man, this other, who had beaten him to the chase.

Weren’t his actions loud enough for her to realize? Or was he far too late?

“…well, I’ll let myself out then,” he says in a quiet, controlled voice. Even if his thoughts are now screaming all manner of agony and profanity, he manages to keep a straight face as he backs away, and closes the door in front of him.

Leaving the flowers on the floor, and a very awkward silence in his wake.

Now that he was back out in the hallway, he looks around, wondering where the green-haired woman had gone. He decides to wait outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of Cait, because… his questions now have even more meaning to them now, should he want to ask her about what he’d seen inside the room.

He was struggling to keep himself calm, but his rage might have seethed a little too much, because he feels something hot dripping down his face some few moments later. It isn’t until he raises his hand to his face does he notice he’s actually broken down without him noticing.

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"Mistakes happen? Mistakes happened, Alex, and I lost my entire home. I lost the only family I had. I lost everything because of a mistake."[break][break]

She's breathing hard, finding it difficult to concentrate and calm herself down. Her hands are shaking so hard, tears falling down her face rapidly, making her thin blanket turn splotchy.[break][break]

Alex continues to berate her in a way that was clearly meant to encourage her and uplift her. But it only further irritates her and crushes her spirit. She knows he's right, and that he knows what he's talking about, but she can't admit it to herself.[break][break]

"I'm tired of being a disappointment to my family. I'm tired of being seen as a petulant child, I'm tired of being told I don't deserve the family name. I'm not a real Silph, and I never will be."[break][break]

The squeeze of his hand around hers brings her back from her tormented thoughts. She lets out a sob, a broken noise that she's honestly never heard herself make since the death of her parents. Stormy's spirit really seemed to have been crushed.[break][break]

Footsteps approach the door not a moment after, with a few faint raps at the door and it swings open. Through blurry eyes full of tears, she can see streaks of red and white. She blinks, clearing away her emotional breakdown for long enough to see a familiar face. Unfortunately, it isn't one that she was necessarily prepared to see. Especially not carrying flowers.[break][break]

She opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by Lars immediately. He drops the flowers, a distinct look of betrayal or disbelief on his face. He says something, but she doesn't catch it. Her ears are ringing and her head is pounding and her exhaustion is setting in.[break][break]

"Lars?"[break][break]

But he's already gone. The flowers remain on the floor, spread out in an array. Several petals have broken off in the fall.[break][break]

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