The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
Beachside Confessions [M]
POSTED ON Dec 2, 2023 2:12:33 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","isaac2"] [attr="class","topimage"] [attr="class","textbox"] "Better question is, what didn't?"[break][break] It was all too familiar. Gunner Graves had asked him the same question, and Isaac had responded much the same way. However, the situations couldn't be more different. He'd traded a dingy interrogation room for a sunny shoreline, cuffs a size too small for fresh bandages lining his side, and a stranger who viewed him like the dirt on his shoe for a trusted friend.[break][break] The upgrade was massive, and yet the fear he felt was all too real.[break][break] "Meteno was where I realized just what I was in for. Before then, it felt like Rocket was trying to do some good, you know? Sure, it was for their own selfish ends, but if it made the region a better place, who was I to question it? I figured we'd put our heads together about the meteor, find a way to stop it when the League wouldn't. I didn't think we'd be heroes, but at least we'd fill the void."[break][break] "Then the big boss tells us we're not doing a thing to help. Instead, we're gonna sack some town that did nothing wrong and put the whole world in danger so he can get some space rocks."[break][break] The disgust in his voice was palpable. It was only magnified by the fact that he'd gone along with it. "I didn't have to go to Littleroot, thank Arceus. I was at Mt. Pyre instead. Told myself, at least it was the lesser of two evils. Told myself that a lot. It was the only way I could handle it." For a moment, the light seemed to leave his eyes. "Sure as shit wasn't worth losing a Pokemon that meant the world to me."[break][break] "That's what woke me up. But knowing where you are's one thing. Knowing how to get out? A whole different story. Wasn't til Galar happened that I got to see what a world away from this war was like. I don't know if you were there. It was, like. A dream, or a memory, or something, or-" He shook his head. Words couldn't describe it. "It was beautiful. Took blood, sweat, and tears to carve that life out. But even now, I can't stop thinking about it."[break][break] "Then Rocket kidnapped Caleb Harcourt, the man who made it all possible."[break][break] The awe in his eyes gave way to anger, and reverence in his voice curdled. "He was tortured. The admin behind it did horrible things, just 'cause he felt like he was owed a plaything." An aurora rippled across his body, wisps of crimson rage. "It was like the 20 years of peace he'd given them didn't mean a fucking thing. As if better things couldn't happen."[break][break] "So I decided I was gonna have to make them happen myself." [attr="class","oocbox"] TAG — Andrea Vaneau [break] NOTES — notes go here [newclass=".isaac2"] --color:#c4c067; [/newclass] [newclass=".isaac2"] margin: 0px auto; background-color: #111; min-height: 500px; width: 450px; margin: 0px auto; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom:20px; } .isaac2 .textbox a, .isaac2 .textbox i { color:var(--color); } .isaac2 .textbox b { font:bold 13px/10px 'Poppins'; color:var(--color); } .topimage { background-image: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1058305315642286080/1155427871351906335/image.png); height: 250px; width: 400px; background-size: cover; background-position:50% 20%; margin: 0px auto; } .isaac2 .textbox { line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-size: 12px; font-family: roboto; color: #d6d6d6; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; background:#1E1E1E; padding:30px 50px; background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; } .isaac2 .oocbox { border-top: 3px solid #333; padding-top: 10px; width: 260px; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align:left; [/newclass]
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