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He has long wondered when he will see Desiree again. After what they both endured down in Dewford’s midnight sea, neither was keen to meet up. Maybe talking about what they saw, what they now know about one another, would offer them some closure. Hoenn is cruel. It does not care what those who dwell in its lands require. It gives far more than it takes.[break][break]
She’s been through hell and back. Like most people he meets, she’s bad at taking advice which necessitates she stay at home. Navy’s not so condescending as to tell someone to leave it to the professionals, but he wishes people would remember Hoenn has an army. He gets it, he does. He had been outside, once upon a time, wondering what happened in the halls of power.[break][break]
Sadly, the truth is that it’s just a bunch of waiting and office drama. He can see why people get stir crazy.[break][break]
Tightening his scarf to guard against the cold when Desiree enters, he stands up and greets her with a wave. A wave, as if they have not mingled their bodies, minds, and souls together upon separate occasions. He manages a smile. Winter makes his left hand, which is now very much his bad hand, ache. With the ache comes an older man’s pain. He’s not as limber as he was the day they met.[break][break]
“Hey there, Desi. Wondered when you’d come around to try your luck for the badge.” He’s seated behind the receptionist’s desk himself. His customers, if one would call them that, are few and far between. He sent the girl who usually does this home early. She gets paid salary anyway.[break][break]
“How’ve you been? Things going good with Thomas?”

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Despite how time was often the cause of division between souls, for things were bound to change even within the most mundane of lives, Desiree wished for their time apart to not cause awkwardness between the two of them. But time itself was a fickle spirit, something Navy seemed to know quite well due to his youth that was lost before their run in within the depths of the Ultra Deep Sea. At the wave of his limp wrist, she gave a soft, graceful one back, lowering the sunglasses that had been sprawled upon her cheeks at her arrival. Seeing him in the light of the ordinary world felt much more real, untouched by the hallucinogenic core of the evil god he claimed lurked behind the rift. She wished not to judge him, but it was quite sad to see all that which was taken from him, being his once vernal demeanor.[break][break]

It was something that got outweighed by all the rest of the wretched quirks of that place, a trivial aspect. As was the fleeting, short history of the two before their reconnaissance in the belly of the beast. "I've been pretty okay, cold, ♡" she said with a chuckle, ".. it's the ho ho ho holidays, so the snow brings some cheer too."[break][break] Above all else, she wished for the same momentary grace she'd found from the pearly golden rings to have befallen him as well- he deserved it far more.[break][break]

"Absolutely, it's been so great training with him after all those.. sudden events, you could say?" Alluding to both the night of the blood moon and the day of the resurfaced island, there were just so many things to bring up; and so many wrong ways in doing so, for they were abysmal, soul-wrenching, filled with hurt. But as was the rest of the world and what had been cast upon their past lives. It would be better to let him think and bring it up himself, even if it would result in a similar urge not to participate that she'd got from him in the fucked up mines.[break][break]

"And you? ♡ I saw in that match that you're with a popstar now," she smiled, pulling her braids out from her scarf, ".. that's so fun~." There was nothing but whimsical feelings present in her words, she thought it was quite cute, even in all the irony. Maybe that old guitar of his wandered into his type, but in the end, she couldn't blame him.

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“We were married, Melody and me.” He finds himself confessing. “Twenty years. Back in Galar. Guess there’s plenty who’d say it doesn’t count. She didn’t remember for a few months.” Standing up from where he sits, he walks around the desk. Between battle scars, aches, and the winter cold, he’s finding he doesn’t much enjoy this weather.[break][break]
“Sorry. It’s complicated.” His smile is weak, motioning her to follow him. Just through the door is the battle pitch. He assumes the position that he always assumes. He’s been doing this day in, day out for months now. It’s his work. He likes doing this work. Preparing trainers for the hardships they face in this region makes him feel like he’s making a difference.[break][break]
“Heard you’re a minor league gym leader yourself. Glad Tom’s helping you train. The guy was a damn good Elite 4. Wish his divorce hadn’t been messy. Could use his help up at HQ right about now.” Sadly, that’s not how the cards have shaken out. Instead, they switched positions from where they first met. Navy’s inside. Thomas is outside. At least he’s where he needs to be to protect people like Desiree and the rest.[break][break]
“So…I guess I should ask. After everything you’ve seen…why keep doing this, Desi?”

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His confession gave much-needed context to what she once thought was a simple, swift elopes between the two; it granted many more questions she surely would avoid asking, though. Desiree wished not to appear nosy in the affairs of others, as ultimately she was happy he was able to find someone to love, another person to fight for. But she could not help but wonder if he had felt that timeless, otherworldly love for Melody the night that the two acquainted on the beach and beyond. Dwelling on such things made her feel that peculiar curiosity if there was more than what met the eye that night. Yet, there was no need for her to feel jealous, as in the end they were both bound to the love of others.[break][break]

"Don't be sorry, I get it," she said softly, following in his footsteps, ".. she's lucky to have you, and I'm happy for the two of you. Love is one of the most beautiful aspects of life. ♡" Unlike his, her smile was effervescent, partially tucked under the fluffy scarf lining her neck. Taking her stance on the opposing side of his, she removed her bag and set up a portable stool to sit comfortably. Though she was quite new in the scene of gym leading, battling and competition were things that brought invigoration. Her competitive nature led her to covet such things- but she was well aware of the need to improve, as the refinery was an earned concept rather than simply given.[break][break]

She trained to prove to herself that she could become capable, to turn the eyes of all those who thought that she was out of place and out of touch for taking on the dangers that cloaked the war-torn region. After what transpired the night of the blood moon, she wanted it for herself just as badly as Thomas wanted it for her; it was clear the only way to earn the respect of those who looked down on her frail weakness was to train, and that she would. "He's a blessing both to myself and the world. ♡ I'll forever cherish what he's given me."[break][break]

In her eyes and her heart, she knew how beautiful he was at his core, without all the scandals. She did not feel it was her place to comment on what had transpired before she arrived in Hoenn when it came to his previous activities and his previous mistakes. But he was on the path of atonement, and his actions spoke louder than words ever could. He always was her protector, and it led his hands to grace her heart unlike any other. In the end, the two of them were two souls bound to regret with innocent dreams to secure fortune for the world around them.[break][break]

"I feel like it would be dumb of me not to keep at it, yanno? ♡ The world is dark and full of terrors, we both know that well. You once said to me that Hoenn takes far more than it gives," she responded, twirling one of her braids within her palm, ".. it's only natural for those with kind hearts to want to break that cycle, no? ♡ I train to prepare, I fear sitting on the sidelines is a luxury many cannot afford.. but it would be selfish of me to consider stopping when so many don't have a choice but to participate. It's a little cringy to put into words, but.. I want love to flourish in all the hate. I want to secure it."[break][break]

Clasping her hands together, she had not wished to inform him that her previous outings into the dangerous world and beyond were brought upon by spite; to prove to all of those who said she was unqualified that she could be. It was a blessing that when leaving all of those cruel places behind she left physically unscathed. But now that her mind had been able to flourish, delicate lights blasting through the grief and unacceptance of the world's wretched nature, she wanted to leave all those blessings behind and create them herself. All in the name of training, preparation, and whimsical wishes for a bright future.

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“You always got a choice.” Sheriff Navidson says grim words to match the grim weather outside. “Maybe one’s a bad choice. Maybe it doesn’t seem like a choice, but there’s a choice there. You keep making choices until they put you in the place where you die. Maybe that’s old, in a bed. Maybe that’s on a battlefield with six inches of steel in your heart. Either way, you’re the sum of the choices you don’t think you have.” Like his choice to cut the brake on an old car, or his choice to save up in secret for an old second hand guitar.[break][break]
“Not on me to judge. Just my job to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.” With those words, he pulls out two pokeballs. They’re both the plain red/white model. Other than ultra balls for heavy-duty pokemon or luxury balls when he has money to splurge, most of his Pokemon are housed in the basic model.[break][break]
“There’s plenty of people who don’t see the big picture. Plenty of people who’ll wanna kill you simply ‘cause they think you’re on the wrong side of history. People who’ll want you dead just ‘cause you were born in the wrong place at the wrong time.” An eloquent way, he hopes, to convey the threat of the dark triad as he understands them. Deeper understanding is not something he cares for beyond this: they’re an enemy of everyone he knows, and that means he must one day fight them.[break][break]
“So come on, Desi. You made your choice. Show me what that choice is worth.” Out comes two roaring dragons, both of whom take to the air. Grendel, a local legend, takes to the air. Old sailors whispered of this Dragonite, who helped guide them to safe harbor in Dewford long ago. Beside him is Fafnir, a Dragapult said to be the ghost of an evil dragon from Galarian myth.[break][break]
Both take the early advantage as the platform dislodges itself, sinking down into the darkness. At the bottom waits their proper battlefield. Grendel lets loose holiday dragon cheer while Fafnir sets up a reflective barrier.

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Navy's words cut through her mind like petals of a violet dahlia, partially bringing truth with its scent while allowing what she perceived to be flawed logic in her mind. While choices were aspects of life that had to be made, she could not fathom a world where her emotions could become null to the point where she could let others face the blackened rot without assistance. It would be quite selfish to leave it all behind and live a cushy life in a penthouse suite, uninvolved in it all. Selfishness would be interwoven with naivety and stupidity, she thought, as she had a habit of making enemies simply by living vicariously as a bubblegum-pink popstar.[break][break]

"There are already people who have wished for my head to roll.. before I got involved, you know that," she said softly, removing two love balls from her purse, ".. people with darkened hearts are inevitable in our cosmos, it pains me to fathom. But to choose to sit idle and not prepare for what they wish to bring to all the lovely souls.. would be so dumb. Preparation against the wretched that have yet to present themselves is something I will never hesitate to indulge myself with, I hope for it to be the most rewarding choice."[break][break]

Determination filled the previous cracks of pain that led her to wish for death, as time passed, she slowly replaced those seeds of grief with those of determination. Paranoia to the threat against the aspect of love was a pushing factor, too. It was what led her to be so willing to train against such things with her now beloved, following the exposure to ethereal Megalopolan hostility and the toxic chain that once protruded from her skull. After being reduced to nothing but the idea of becoming livestock, it made her feel like nobody was safe, no matter how high their nepotistic apartments rested in the cloud-kissed skyscrapers.[break][break]

A nod followed his taunt, accompanied by a delicate press of the two bedazzled buttons upon her orbs and the pulling up of her scarf and coat. Matching the roar of his dragons came Glacier the Cetitan, its jagged tooth protrusions weaving mist around its tongue- and next to it was a Grimmsnarl named Trinkets, adorned in a similar white and pink fashion. Though the two were not donning rich lore in comparison to the dragons they were to face off against, both had significance when it came to the maternal side of the Blooms-Titania family. The ice type had been passed from mother to daughter for four generations, while the dark fairy had been raised by Desiree since it was a mere Impidimp.[break][break]

"Were you there that day in October? Just north of here?" She asked, wishing for the battle to be devoid of such loud silence. The dislodging of the platform and the early advantage weren't enough to deter the white pokemon from giving it their all; it was, if anything, much more reminiscent of all their times sparring against wild creatures. Opening its icy maw, Cetitan released its call of the SNOWSCAPE, bringing snowfall into the arena rather than simply leaving it outside. As for the Grimmsnarl, it would be quick to attempt launching a bitter array of DARK PULSEATIONS toward the Dragapult. There was something about its scent that was off-putting to the manipulator of hair.

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She talks like someone with an artist’s soul. Her words carry the weight of wounds, gashed across her heart. The sheriff wishes she talked like other people. Those who have led happy lives do not speak of the world the way Desiree does.[break][break]
“Course I was.” Comes his response to her question. Everyone was there. Everyone always lines up to march off to war, come hell or high water. They leave something of themselves on the battlefield.[break][break]
“Not gonna let Rocket take my turf.” He speaks with a dragon’s fierce pride. The League charged him to defend this place. Those that gave him this task don’t know the names of anyone in this town, he would wager. They’re just distant dots on the edge of a map. Dewford sits on the edge of an abyss. It falls to him to protect it from the fallen fourth son.[break][break]
“Even if it kills me.” And it did. Rumors abound that he died, there on the island. Someone saw his body. Then, they saw him charging Cillian Quinn like the red rider of war atop a flaming steed. It is not the most absurd or outlandish story from that long, long battle.[break][break]
“Looks like our Pokemon like each other.” Fafnir chuckles in response to the incoming attack, insomuch as a dragon can laugh at anything. He disappears in a show of phantom force, disappearing into the snow storm.[break][break]
Grendel appears behind Trinkets in a blur of extremespeed, slamming into the Grimmsnarl. It takes a bold creature to charge a dragonslayer, and this orange dragon does not lack for boldness.

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As the snow kicked up against the tattoos lining her cheeks and Navy answered her question, she thought to herself how obvious the answer to that question should have been. It should have been something that she had never brought up, for bringing up war and its atrocities to those who delved into its pits was tricky in its emotional way. Yet, everything that led the two to speak and release their pent-up emotions was just as tricky, if not more; of course Navy was there that day. Everyone she cared about deep down seemed to have been.[break][break]

Had Desiree heard the rumors of his embarkment into the afterlife, this conversation would have come months earlier, no doubt. It would have been different, but for all intents and purposes, they both remained survivors in her eyes- survivors of those atrocities, just as they were survivors of their patrons. "I was too, not by choice- at least, in the beginning," she sighed, moving her boots around in the snowscape to leave indentations, ".. I saw a dear friend fall from the skies as I was trying to evacuate, I got caught in the crossfire. I couldn't have lived with myself if I left not knowing she was okay."[break][break]

It would have eaten at her core more than the monkey's lies already did those months ago. A first true taste of what Rocket was like, one that filled her mouth with rotting, sandy loam. She hated their lack of empathy just as much as she did their complexes and malice. Despite how in the end, due to being a civilian, she had the privilege to get out of their way with no harm done- it was a privilege that would have only allowed more harm to fall onto the shoulders of those she loved, those that many deemed to be more qualified by titles alone.[break][break]

Desiree chuckled at the comment, watching the fight sprawl into the flicker of falling snow. Shocked that the Dragcapult was to instantaneously disappear, the Grimmsnarl looked around with its peripherals to find any clue as to where it disappeared; only to be greeted with a surprise attack by the Dragonite, which brought it to briefly roll about. Catching itself and flinging back at the orange dragon with twinkling pink energies fluctuating from its hair, it attempts to punch the Dragonite with a SPIRIT BREAK in the direction of the icy land whale.[break][break]

Glacier, the Cetitan, was just as confused that nothing seemed to bestow aggravation on its thick skin. Quickly trudging through the snow on behalf of its technique of slush rushing, it attempts to kick up an AVALANCHE, wishing to hurl it in the direction of the Dragonite. A two-for-one special, as both the white and pink creatures were unsure of what to expect by the vanishing of the draconic ghost.[break][break]

"I heard it sunk back into the ocean once it was all said and done," she said softly, pausing to hit a vape, ".. did you hear if anything of value was recovered? Was all of it.. worth it?"

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The answer, was, objectively speaking, yes.[break][break]
Objectivity falls to the wayside when held against a mountain of corpses. They were given knowledge – insight into the nature of the cosmos. Insight, Navy knows, that the dead little care for. Many of those who died, man and Pokemon alike, are not special. They are not heroes. Their souls may linger in the borders, but they will not be afforded the privilege to come back.[break][break]
Guilt hangs from him like an albatross.[break][break]
“They’ll say it was.” Is the cryptic, grim answer he settles on. “They’ll have to, to justify everything they threw at the island.” His eyes fall upon Grendel, caught in the middle of a two for one special. A spirit break on one side, an avalanche on the other. His fierce sea dragon regards both dragonslayers.[break][break]
“Up, Grendel.” The dragon’s tamer suggests. Grendel’s eyes dot upward. In a move inspired by Amor Rose’s, Draco, he disappears in a blur once more. Moving at extremespeed can be both offensive and defensive. Grendel errs on the side of caution, using his wings and prodigious speed to build up momentum. He shoots across the vast sky above them like a comet, biding his time, waiting to strike.[break][break]
“But we didn’t find Regice.” Returning to the conversation, Navy gives her truth. It’s just another line to scrub from the tapes he has to send off to HQ. He’s become an old hand at scrubbing them. After so many inspired speeches on the corruption of the government, errant legendaries showing themselves, and every other conceivable off-script moment, he feels his gym has had more issues than it’s had successes.[break][break]
“Rocket probably got it. We got a simulation. I’ll show you sometime.” A gentle tap of his monitor accentuates the words. Fafnir appears behind Glacier, his phantom force paying off in a devilish explosion of malevolent concussive force. Remembering the cold blood that ran through its lizard veins in life, the avalanche makes him shiver. He will not, Navy deduces, disappear again right away.[break][break]
“If you wanna help out so bad, there’s plenty of ways you can volunteer. Rangers always need more people. Medical corps, too.” There’s some smidge of guilt at the notion. He’s sending another one to ollie morales or John Sullivan, but it beats seeing Desiree off to the frontlines.

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Smoke poured out of her scarf-ridden lips as she listened to the grim words that fluctuated out of his, brazen by a gaze that wished not to believe in the thought that it could have been worth it. It was somewhat of a lifeless peer of her eyes, as thinking about the darkness that had fallen into the cracks of the miserable region in just a week was soul-rotting, soul-sucking. Yuina Higashi and she were unable to make it into the pressure-plate-lined cavern toward the center of the island when they sought safety, a cover, so there was no possible way to fathom what was inside. She thought it was a base of sorts, which brought shock in hearing that there was much more inside. Treasures of the past, such as a presumed ethereal creature that went by the name of Regice, and something that could allow for simulated realities to be ventured into, somehow.[break][break]

It was fitting talking about such a concept, though, as the snowscape previously manifested upon the battle was quite icy. "All the people that were lost that day," she paused with a grimace, looking down at her frost-tipped heels, ".. the essence they were made to give up will never be worth the ability to hop into realistic vr games and pictures of hieroglyphs." Death was the nature of wars, devoid of love. It pained her heart to think that the league would ever consider calling it worth it for such a small prize.[break][break]

A tear fell from her eye as she watched the Dragonite turn into a blur, avoiding the pinch of the combined attacks from her effervescent blossoms. The Cetitan and Grimmsnarl watched in awe, too; for a brief moment, the two imagined being able to grow wings to chase it in an alternate universe, where the fates of composition could be so kind. Such thoughts, alongside its sheer size, brought the channeling of the phantom force to slam in full force onto its back. It brought Desiree to instinctually press the button on her tera orb, bringing an ICY TERA CROWN upon the pained land whale's horned head.[break][break]

The snow that accumulated around its feet allowed it to move faster, rapidly shifting its body to face Fafnir with a blubbery gaze of determination. Manifesting ICE SHARDs from its chilled horns, it attempted to fling them at the pokemon of galarian myth one by one. As for Trinkets, it watched the dragon closely as it moved, forming a LIGHT SCREEN in front of it with its hands. A sinister, toothy smile followed, as it wished above all else to channel the energies of the fairies in the forest and the dark roots nustled beneath the trees if it were to near closer once again.[break][break]

"I've thought of both, I just don't see the harm in keeping where I'm at now, helping when I can," she said softly, ultimately refuting signing onto yet another organization, ".. a no-strings-attached kind of thing, now that I've got the Psychic Chateau. One day in the forest with the mushrooms and its faun, another day venturing into the swamps on the night of the blood moon, another day performing at a club." The cosmic fear that was brought upon by the effects of the toxic chain that night made her feel obligated, to an extent, to wish to aid in the eradication of such unholy feats. And to not put all her efforts into training to waste. Yet without a title, without certification. It felt trivial.[break][break]

"Walking beside them to the same destination instead of with them."

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“Take it from me, walking in two worlds never walks out.” His mind drifts from snowy December back to a distant summer. He was hungry, then. Willing to do anything for food. Desperate. He worked for an up and coming gang, doing favors to make a buck. Little did he know, little did any of them know, that he was flirting with the devil.[break][break]
“One of ‘em always disappears. You’ll lose your footing. You’ll fall.” Some might say she already did, and that is how she ended up consigned to this neverending war with all its many players. His eyes look to Grendel, who flies about in the air, searching for an opportune moment.[break][break]
Fafnir cries out in a dragon’s anguish. His pride keeps it low, but the pain is there. The pain is written across his eyes, in the way the Dreepy look up at him with apparent concern. Once more, he fades. Where the phantom force will land him, who can say? It is a comfortable pattern – a test for the challenger.[break][break]
“You’re with us, Desi. League’s all kinds of fucked up, but it’s the best government we have. Better them than Rocket, or that triad. No point in sitting on the sidelines when you’ve made this your fight. I wanna walk with you. Not beside you. Not nearby. There’s plenty who’ll feel the same way.”[break][break]
Grendel decides it is time to attack. He falls upon his ancient foe, the dragonslaying Galarian, and rushes forward. His extremespeed turns him into a missile.[break][break]
But he is not alone. A red blur appears from behind a rock, masked before by the dim light. A bullet punch pincers Trinkets.

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The words that drifted out of his lips brought her to bite hers. They took her back to all the times that others told her she would not find success in the music industry, and on the other hand, those who told her that she could only find success due to nepotism- but against the mythological cosmos there was no benefit in having a top model mother with a net income unlike any other, only through one's self. She could not conceptualize how her idea of what she wished to accomplish could fall apart. Rather, she wished not to believe the possibility it could. But by taking the first fall through the darkened clouds her life found a way to flourish, the ability to cast out the grim veil. It was strange how that seemed to have worked.[break][break]

But it's what led her to the fucked up region she now called her home away from home. "I won't fall again." She said softly, raising the nicotine pen to her lips and taking a long, drawn-out drag. If there was a way of convincing him that she would not take the piss of the world and its wish to bring downfall, she had to convince herself. And that she did, even if it was somewhat cloaked in delusion. After a fall like hers, she couldn't imagine falling once more and allowing one of her wishes to disappear. Other idols happened to take on ornate chess pieces adorned with decorum and responsibility in preserving the goodness of the world and the region, why couldn't she?[break][break]

Was it due to her ultimate refute of joining the organizations and taking the titles that typically came with putting the chess piece on the board? "I have no issue with the government, Navy," she sighed, twirling a braid in between her ringed, tattooed fingers, ".. but I don't feel as though joining the rangers or the med corps and taking on a title will change a thing when it comes to what I wish to preserve in the world, love." She was stubborn, for acting alongside those organizations without commitment meant not having to answer to a soul- she wished to walk with them to the destination they sought, though without the need to report to anyone other than those she loved.[break][break]

"I'd love to walk with all of you into the bright light, to allow it to shine onto the world. It's a dream I ultimately seek. But does doing so require a title and a badge, such as an elite ranger or an Elite Four member?" That's how so many people seemed to think- and how he made it seem in her eyes. But why, when she had such vibrant fantasies of the world she wished to inherit exacting similar strategies for taking on the threats the region had to offer? It's what she trained alongside Thomas for. To take on the core of misdoings, those which existed hundreds to thousands of years before she had even been fathomed. To rip the evil core, whatever that could be.[break][break]

A sinister smile manifested behind the sharpened nose of Trinkets, that which enjoyed seeing the dragon of evil, mythos-imbued motifs take the shards of ice upon its skin; but the smile turned to an eye roll as it disappeared once more. It was a distraction, one that led it to be unable to sense the other eyes that were in the room. As it had set up a light screen prior, the fractals glimmered as Grendel and the mysterious foe made their hostile approach. At the burning sensation that manifested on its skin, it roared out, spewing fairy curses from its tongue. As it was not the fastest of those Desiree had the pleasure of training, it simply jumped in the air and spun its hair about, PLAYing ROUGH with glimmering kicks as it attempted to jump onto the crown-adorned head of Glacier and dissuade further impacts.[break][break]

The duo seemed to be outnumbered; gaze fluttering around the room, the Cetitan was pleased to feel the pressure of the dark fairy's legs acquainting with the crystalline crown upon its head. Unlike the Grimmsnarl, it did not fear being against more opponents than itself and its ally- there were times it had faced off against hordes of those acquainted with the ice, and though draconic entities were indeed more of a challenge, the crown it wore brought confidence. A feeling of superiority, a queen. Though it would likely not affect the Dragonite-turned-missile, it attempted to manifest an EARTHQUAKE with the stomping of its feet. It wished for it to be enough to reveal at least a spectral outline of the foe that dipped in and out of the visible plane.[break][break]

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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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DESIREE BLOOMS

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WE ARE THE HOLLOW MEN, WE ARE THE STRANGE MEN.

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“I don’t want you to die, Desi!” He screams from the bottom of his heart. Sincerity and the accompanying heat are gifts of the sync stone he wears. Both of the dragons he has tamed turn their attention to him, momentarily cowed. Their momentum, the flow of strategy, breaks. What they hear is not the shout of a man but the command of an alpha-dragon, Vortigern speaking through a human voice.[break][break]
“I don’t want you to just…” He’s gripping the edge of the rail, looking at her from across the field with bare terror in his eyes. Only Musashi, a creature of steel, has the mind to keep fighting despite the human drama playing out before him. His answer is to simply run into hell. His right pincer closes into a fist. He launches it like a speeding bullet at Trinkets, even if it leaves him exposed to the creature beneath the ogre.[break][break]
His bullet punch is too quick to be seen by the naked human eye. The two trainers simply see a hand be raised, only to not move. It returns to its resting position, leaving him close to the two dragonslayers.[break][break]
Grendel is stopped in his tracks, Fafnir appearing beside him. Their strategies unused, both floating. Musashi alone bears the brunt of the terrible earthquake.[break][break]
“…die as that person with a monkey on her back.” His admission is spoken in a softer voice. “You’re more than that. Better than that. A good person. You don’t deserve to go into your grave haunted by that.”[break][break]
A point he knows all too well. When his heartrate kicks up, there’s always pain that comes with the uptick. Cillian Quinn’s gift to him, scar tissue on his heart, spurring pain when blood rushes through the chambers. A reminder in every fight that he is alive, and what it means to not be.[break][break]
“That’s what happened to my brother. We’re fighting killers. Don’t matter how good any of us are. We just trip once and we’re gone.” Watching her Pokemon fight, he knows she’s good. Thomas Benoit, too, is an excellent trainer. His brother was, too.[break][break]
Even excellent trainers can die on an open battlefield.

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