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The day she saw herself consumed by the dark waters that crashed through the streets of ruin was enough to cast a beacon through, a vow to hijack the darkness and never close her eyes. It pained her to see his hurt, that which she believed to have been physical manifestations of believed iniquity- but light existed at the end of tunnels, behind all the cruel torments of the world and its inner workings. It was a vicious dream that led her to flinch at the knock of his hand on the table. Wiping a tear from her cheek with stillness in her eyes, she believed there could not be a reality where he could not cast out his grim veil with the person that had emerged from its chrysalis. The person that she knew so many had grown to love due to such exquisite valiance.[break][break]

Yet, his inability to fight the choices she had made lit a fire within; one that burned in satisfaction, leading her to chuckle rather than grimace further. "Staying home isn't a choice I'm willing to make anymore," she softly smiled, ".. everyone will stay alive, able to feel. Our past hurts will be atoned for." Taking what she believed to be the coward's way out was no longer an option, it went against her dreams- and now, her morals. It would be easier, filled with delighted ignorance rather than pain. But with connections that formed bridges of camellias and orchids, she knew her heart would break tenfold sitting on the sidelines rather than at the sides of those who took seats inside the ever-pumping organ.[break][break]

Bitter, tampered-with realities would have to go through her if it meant letting all of them live to see another day- the universe would not be able to take from her again without locking her away in glass. She wanted to show him how she could go all out without the claws of the monkeys upon her back and the bite of the radioactive core. In a pure way, a softer cell with ridges constructed to cast out the bacteriophage. Something to prove, to cement.[break][break]

She nodded in acknowledgment, eyes resting on the snow that accumulated at her heels as she released a whistle note from her lips. One that had cut through the snowstorm in place of a traditional command to the beasts under her belt; Desiree believed communication like this could tip her strategies up her sleeve for none to see until they blossomed within the gaze of all the others. It was a simple command to enter the complete offensive, one that the two were ultimately familiar with due to past, dangerous situations.[break][break]

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SLUSH RUSHING and the thickening of its fat led the gem of the glaciers to pick up its pace just as it did its senses; like the pinkette that had taken to its back just like her ancestors, it wished to prove to itself it could be enough. It felt a roaring, blubbered beat within its heart as it lusted after picking up a sword of ice against the dragons. Trudging through the snow with all of its might, barreling forward and kicking up white frost in its wake, it attempted to summon an AVALANCHE from the crown residing on its horns. One that it could ride as it attempted to delicately maneuver through the draconic auras summoned, leading it to make a momentary gap that could allow it to release the outpour with the slamming of its thick tail on the side of Grendel.[break][break]

A duel was something Trinkets was unable to refute; the pain that had been brought beneath the armor of the warrior bug was an appealing feat to witness in the dark fairy's eyes, something able to draw from. Much like its trainer, it craved veneration and atonement for mistakes it had been forced to commit in the name of preservation- it had taken up its sword all the same, the grip on the hilt kissed by the hymns whispered into its ears. The counterattack struck hard against its fuschia skin, cutting inward through its thick, encompassing mane. But with the path that its trainer wished to take in the world, it needed to truly become a warrior. And with that, scars upon the skin would be inevitable.[break][break]

It flipped in an acrobatic maneuver at the swipes that came from Musashi's pursuit, feeling the contractions of its lean muscle. Becoming quite fatigued, both by the pain and the exertion, it attempted to release a second DARK PULSE as a means of further invigoration and following suit of the dazzling melody. "Thank you, Navy," she said softly, flicking a lighter repeatedly in her palm, ".. for not holding me back from the unknown that maneuvers when the world turns out its lights."

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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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Listening to her words, watching the battlefield, the gym leader closes his eyes. There’s fire in her words. That fire might yet consume her, but for now it is her strength. Let her burn it, beating the anvil of that conviction with every thrum of her heart. Let her fight, if that is her will.[break][break]
The gym leader knows he has lost. Opening his eyes, Grendel and Fafnir both put up valiant efforts. They scream, they cry, they try and charge the oncoming avalanche, but there is no salvation for them here. All that waits is a defeat that seems inevitable, and not simply because it is their job to lose. Both fall within the impossibly quick avalanche. They fall before the fury of a creature that beat its own body like a war drum for power.[break][break]
Musashi and Trinkets are left. Musashi dances. The Scizor was wild, unruly, free when Melody Miro first rescued him and gave the Pokemon to Navy. Under the tutelage of his trainer, what some might see as his weaknesses have become his strengths. Musashi simply doesn’t know when to quit. One last bullet punch greets Trinkets…[break][break]
…and then, he too falls. Steel flecks of armor peel off him. The battle is won. This is a victory for Desiree, the only person to share in the forbidden hemlock that is his greatest shame. [break][break]
“Not my place to hold you back.” He says with acceptance. “It’s my place to help you get out alive when we’re both there together.”[break][break]
And that he can do.[break][break]
“One last thing, before I give you the badge, ‘cause you’ve more than earned it. There’s a little spot I like to take people who win.”[break][break]
And so he guides her to the wall, where the wisdom of past victors is passed down. Scribbles and scratches line the wall. Tools sit beside it, that those who are shown here can use to inscribe their own wisdom.[break][break]
“It’s a little tradition. Pass on some wisdom. You’ve got plenty of the stuff.” He smiles wanly at her.

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The fire had no choice but to burn within the eyes of the idol, as following the dive into the pearlescent rings, casting away cosmic benevolence in glass would only bring tears to rattle on the other side. With eyes shining through to see the cataclysms formed; pain seemed to just be as inevitable as it could be temporary. But imagining a world where she sat aside and enjoyed luxuries while gentle souls were cast astray.. she knew the pain that would come with surviving in a world alone would outweigh the pain she could be forced to endure from the tip of a sword. It would sting deeper, cut further until nothing was left.[break][break]

But who was to say that the future displayed on the other side of the rings, the one which the world had been consumed along with her soul, had not entertained her efforts of preserving love all the same? Flames met the wish in her heart to take up her sword just as Navy had taken up his- to do everything to secure a future where they, along with all the others that had taken up their arms all the same, could unsheathe them as a means of nostalgia rather than urgency. Where their swords could accrue dust and branches of ivy around their steel, gazing from the mantle at starry, peaceful eyes.[break][break]

Glittering, the AVALANCHE rapidly thrashed against the dragons that the Cetitan had modeled its burning of fat based upon. The invigoration of such a display along with its draining brought its blubber to shake, eyes set on the scuff of the steel and the hair- and a guttural roar of appreciation for its counterpart, a cheer. As the punch of bullets met its skin, Trinkets seethed in agony as it felt its bodily confines prevent it from acting further. Falling alongside Musashi, its pupils dilated before its recall at the sight of Glacier's emergence from the wisping frost.[break][break]

Gathering her belongings from the sideline, she took deep breaths as she listened- and his acceptance poured further gasoline into the fire what she dreamed of accomplishing. "We'll get out together, with all the rest," she said softly, pulling up her scarf, ".. it'll be good, I swear." Taking a win against him did not feel the same as it did from the two that came before- it was against him, of course it wouldn't. It felt more meaningful, cloaked in all the more invisible stakes. She remained quiet as she followed him to the wall, wondering if he truly could understand the feelings and hopes she felt within her heart.[break][break]

"You think so?" She chuckled, picking up the tools. After much consideration and struggles that came with the unfamiliarity of using such devices, a small inscription rested within a few shitty hearts. 'find love in everything' was what she believed to be her best wisdom, as ultimately those four words served as her philosophy now. But it was something she needed to take into consideration more often as well; perhaps inscription could scribe it into her soul, too.[break][break]

"I'll see you around, Navy," she said once she was finished, wandering toward the exit with slow steps, ".. I'll see you around, maybe walking with you instead of beside you." She did not need to express that she wanted to reach out more- she would. It was something he deserved just as much as all the others she cared for deep within her beating heart.

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