Navy
He/Him
32
October 13th
Slateport
Heterosexual
E4; Gym Leader
Sheriff
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"
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Michael Navidson
the wish-granter [m][c][aqua]
POSTED ON Sept 10, 2023 22:25:47 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","arties"] “Oooooo…!” Jirachi does, in fact, sit on the dashboard. Watching the world outside, Navy pulls the truck out from by the cave. They’ll be back to town in no time. Really, there’s no point to this. That in and of itself is the point.[break][break] His heart aches when he sees the little star. It aches the same way it did when his parents passively left his brother to rest in the maternity ward. By the time Jirachi entered the picture, much like Gabe, he was nothing special. The magic wore off. Something to be respected. A legendary, sure, but there are more impressive legends in Hoenn. Something to be kept around until someone decides to try and bond with him. That person will get appointed the avatar. All will be right in the world.[break][break] I don’t want that poisoned cup.[break][break] The sheriff thinks that as he rolls the window down, puts on classic rock, and cruises.[break][break] “Hope you like rock, Lars.” He muses as classics from fifty years ago come out of his speakers like the beating of old war drums.[break][break] “Anyway, I don’t go in for that fantasy stuff. Guess that’s what happened. I mean this in the best way possible, glad you n’ Elinor weren’t there.” He had children there. People he misses dearly.[break][break] “It’s sort of crazy. If we’d died in there…entire command structure of the League would’ve been toast. Would’ve been Elinor, Goode, and you.” A grim thought. He’s glad someone would’ve been spared. “Well, a few gym leaders, too.”[break][break] “Guess Rocket would’ve lost just as much.” Pulling out a cigar, he lights it up. In the midst of his first puff, he finds a force pulling it out of his mouth. Jirachi exerts the tiniest mote of his power, chucking the cigar out the window. In smoke is written a message.[break][break] BAD![break][break] A gust of wind catches the smoke after Navy reads it, dispersing it into wisps.[break][break] “Cheeky.” Navy quips. The shooting star huffs and looks back at the road.
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