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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Scarcely a week had passed since Aurelie returned home from the resurfaced island in Route 105 when she received a new commission from jayden cross for a new set of knives, daggers, and even a sword. The message startled her at first, because she'd heard some conflicting reports about Admin Cross' mental and physical health during autumn. Especially after the Rocket leadership meeting.

Was he alive? Had he died? How had he fought on the resurfaced island, as reports claimed, if he wasn't alive? Was he still the same man? Like most of Rocket—or so she imagined—Aurelie had wondered.

Now, it seemed, she had her answer: He was alive, and he wanted more weapons.

Lest she doubt the admin's seriousness, the next day a shipment arrived containing a remarkable alloy she'd only read about, as well as new Pokemon materials to incorporate into the weapons and infuse them with special properties. Aurelie smiled as she read his request. Admin Cross' commissions were always fascinating and lucrative, and this one looked no different.

After everything that befell her on the resurfaced island, Aurelie was even happier for a commission like this—something to occupy her mind and hands with something new. She threw herself into crafting the stiletto with Venomoth scales, the combat knife with Voltorb wire, the dagger with Duskull bone, and the long, slender sword with Cryogonal crystal. She was sure Admin Cross would be pleased.

On the appointed day, she arrived outside the admin's office and knocked politely on the door, carrying a large case with all her creations. The door was slightly ajar, so Aurelie poked her head inside without invitation and smiled.

"Hello, Admin!" she said brightly. "I hope I'm not barging in on you or anything. have your order here ready. I must say, I was very happy to receive your commission and hear from you, so that I knew you were o..."

Her words trailed off to a stop as Aurelie blinked and then took a second, closer look at the man inside the office. He looked very different from the man who had first arrived in her shop many months ago. The red-haired smith swallowed hard, visibly startled and trying to recover.

"...okay," she managed to finish. I hope he is okay, she found herself thinking, a look of uncertainty crossing the pleased and prideful expression she'd been wearing. Dare I ask him? Or would that be presumptuous of me? Maybe even dangerously so?

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When Rocket's most esteemed blacksmith entered the chamber that was jayden cross's office, she would find that the office look quite different than it had prior. First - and perhaps the most noticible of the changes - was that the room was of a frigid, nearly ice-cold temperature. Ever since the admin had recovered from the medbay and graduated into his office, it seemed that the cold had followed him there too, even if his icy-cold patron had not. These days, Chien Pao was a fickle beast at best, appearing where it wanted to and disappearing when it didn't, only materializing at moments when it believed that it could slake it's ever-growing hunger for the spite and HATRED that was undoubtedly sprouting like a black flower in the avatar's chest.

[break][break] The second was the fact that Jayden himself seemed substantially weaker. A man who had almost always been at his prime health previously was now visibly fatigued and pale, the scars that lined his body unmistakable to note. Rumors floated around the Rocket Sub that the admin had died during the events of the Cave of Origin, and that the version of himself that was now was merely a ghost in his presence. Ironic, considering that he seemed to emulate the ghosts that he loved so dearly.

[break][break] And third was the stacks of papers that seemed to line his desk. It was paperwork that had piled up since his hospitalization in the medbay, comprised of various paperwork that howard slayte and fern delaney had not been able to complete, with one of their admins getting lost in the shadows of his own mind and the other chasing after a series of galarian dreambirds.

[break][break] And of course, fourth and final, was the admin himself. He was found asleep on his couch in the back-corner of his room, curled up in a fetal position with a breath that seemed labored. At the bright voice of Aurelie Lefevre, which rang like a beautiful chime in the frigid space, Jayden flinched. His face contorted into wakefulness and he blinked his eyes open, gaze shifting from ice-blue to violet, as he tried to shake the sight of feverish clouds from his vision.

[break][break] Hallucinations shifted in his mind's eye - the sight of a blurry illeana reyes shifting into the familiar visage of his favorite blacksmith. His face smoothed as he propped himself into a sitting position.

[break][break] "Ah... sorry," he amended, running a hand over his face. Crystals fell from his cheek. "I was taking a nap."

[break][break] He squinted.

[break][break] "Are those the... materials I ordered?"

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POSTED ON Feb 15, 2024 0:45:59 GMT

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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Aurelie couldn't suppress a shocked gasp when she looked back and forth across the office, startled to see the admin huddled on his couch instead of sitting at his desk as she'd expected. She felt a chill of apprehension when she saw how changed he was. The familiar violet eyes looked huge and out of place on his pale, haggard face, and his lithe, athletic frame now looked gaunt and withered.

Then, when she sneezed, Aurelie realized the chill wasn't just emotional, but physical. The office felt as bone-chillingly cold as if she'd just stepped into a walk-in freezer. Wrapping her arms around herself, the redhead forced herself to walk further inside.

Watching the expressions chase each other like moths across Jayden's face, she gave a weak smile and a light, dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, no worries. I imagine you admins need a rest just like everyone else. With how cold it was in here, I'm just relieved to not find you..."

Dead, was the word echoing in her head. Dead, like the rumors were saying. Dead and embalmed for burial. Her voice petered out, her breath hanging in the air as a plume of white vapor.

"...passed out," Aurelie finished, hugging herself even tighter. "Or ill, maybe." Though she wouldn't swear to that latter one, with his eyes still faintly glowing with an agitated, uneasy light.

Her expression only smoothed when he asked about the case she was carrying. Pride in her work won out over anxiety, and Aurelie nodded and beamed broadly at him. "Yes! These are the new weapons you commissioned from me. Here, let me show you."

Walking over toward the couch, the red-haired smith laid the case upon the near armrest and popped it open, letting the mirror-polished blades within shimmer softly in the available light. She pulled out the combat knife, holding it in a simple fist grip with all five fingers around the handle. Holding it high, she tilted the knife to show off the glint of red-and-white wire embedded along the cutting edge and tip.

"Voltorb wire, like I said!" she added proudly. "On a clean stab or cut, like this..."

She swung the knife slowly with a practiced swoop, the blade whistling softly as it sliced through empty air. Her circling movements were smooth and competent, as though she'd fought with knives often.

"Anything that comes into contact with the wire will feel a sharp sting or shock—not enough to paralyze them, with so little wire, but enough to cause a bit of pain and maybe slow their reaction time down," Aurelie explained. "And sometimes, a second is all you need, right?"

Then she offered the knife to him, handle first. "Would you like to test the balance and weight, Admin Cross?"

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"...?"

[break][break] Jayden stared back at his favorite blacksmith with unblinking eyes, looking more like a Noctowl in that moment then the supposed admin that he was. Her implication did not seem to register in his mind, neither did the fact that he appeared to be like a ghost in the flesh — ironic, considering the pokemon he held so dear.

[break][break] What was it that they said? At one point, trainers began to look like their pokemon? Was this applicable here?

[break][break] Fond curiosity leaked back into his expression, bringing pinkish life into his pale skin at the thought of her weapons, however. He pushed himself upwards, weakly, as she put the case on the nearby armrest.

[break][break] "..."

[break][break] Jayden had never been the talkative sort, but it was clear - at least - from his expression that he was pleased.

[break][break] "Yes, of course," he replied.

[break][break] He reached for the knife in her hand without pause — and should their fingertips touch, she might feel that his hands were much more frigid than she could've remembered them being - and held it into his hand. His grip was firm and he copied her motion, swinging it through the air, blinking at the slight spark of electricity that was caused.

[break][break] Still holding the knife - nearly possessively - in his grip, he peered at her curiously.

[break][break] "Have you tested this?"

[break][break] On pokemon? On humans?

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POSTED ON Mar 4, 2024 17:15:17 GMT

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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Aurelie stared with unabashed curiosity and fascination at the admin's pale face and almost feverishly bright eyes as he slowly levered himself off the couch. Though his reticence to her chatter and guesses was unsurprising, she still had no idea why Jayden looked so uncharacteristically frail. Maybe he's haunted by whatever happened to him on the resurfaced island? she thought curiously.

An image of a rocky promontory in the middle of the sea flashed through her mind, followed by a pang of hurt and the fleeting memory of a sharp impact against her knuckles. Yeah, who among us isn't haunted by what happened on the resurfaced island? Aurelie thought bitterly.

But when Jayden beheld her wares, color and animation slowly brightened his face, and the red-haired smith instantly felt better for it. So, that much is unchanged, she thought with relief. She did feel an instant of disquiet, though, when he reached for her knife and his skin felt like ice against hers.

She'd thought it was just the powerful air-conditioning making the office so cold. But was it possible the cold was emanating straight from Jayden himself?

Aurelie didn't have much time to ponder this startling thought, though, before Jayden began testing the knife himself and then asked his equally surprising question. Taken off guard, she blurted out, "Yes, of course! That's how I know what effect the wire has when it comes into contact on a strike.

"I tested it on myself," she went on to explain, showing him the handful of faint red marks on her right forearm. "Very briefly, and only during the initial crafting stages. And I always kept some PARALYZE HEAL ready so I didn't accidentally maim myself."

It had never occurred to her to test any of her knives on Pokemon, so Aurelie kept diplomatically quiet on that front. Though, now that she thought about it some more, it wasn't as though a Pokemon could tell her how it felt to be struck. Perhaps she could observe its reaction—but the softhearted part of her shrank back from the idea of inflicting that sort of damage to her own tools.

To keep the silence from becoming awkward, Aurelie cleared her throat. From her handbag, she pulled out a small spray bottle of PARALYZE HEAL from where it'd been lying next to similar bottles of ICE HEAL and ANTIDOTE. She offered it to the admin.

"I brought some more, in case you want to try it on yourself too. It's always best to gather your own empirical data, right?" The red-haired smith flashed a playful grin at Jayden.

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"Hm."

[break][break] Her words brought some relief to his chest, not that he had ever doubted Aurelie Lefevre before. She was a well-equipped Blacksmith, and would have known to test her materials before providing them to her clientele. Still, he was curious how it worked — after all, this was not something he had been acquainted with before.

[break][break] So he was understandably pleased when she offered him the chance to test it himself.

[break][break] She understood him, then.

[break][break] Splaying a palm outwards, he offered for her to take the knife back.

[break][break] "Very well. Testing is a good idea," he said with a nod, before straightening himself as he handed the weapon back.

[break][break] "Cut me."

[break][break] After all, he did not wish to hurt her.

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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Contrary to what Jayden was thinking, Aurelie didn't understand him nearly as well as he guessed. Her reaction to his brief, simple instruction betrayed her surprise and confusion.

"Wait, what?" she blurted out, her eye widening and her voice rising slightly in pitch. The red-haired smith looked doubtfully back and forth from the knife he'd just handed back to her to his face, which looked solemn and deadly serious, and then to his proffered palm.

A flush of embarrassment suffusing her cheeks, Aurelie hastily added by way of explanation, "When I said trying it on yourself, I meant touching the side of the blade to your skin so that you can feel the zap from the Voltorb wire. That's how I tested it myself."

She nodded toward the red lines on her forearm. Those marks hadn't come from cuts or even scratches but small electrical burns. Her other arm boasted a few remaining itchy bumps left from the rash caused by the touch of the stiletto imbued with Venomoth scales.

"I don't want to cut you," Aurelie went on, with perfect honesty.

The flush deepened across her face as she finally recognized the emotion now swelling in her heart as she looked at Jayden. For once, she wasn't regarding him with fear, wariness, respect, admiration, or gratitude. Instead, she was concerned for him. Worried, even.

It was probably madness, and certainly intensely presumptuous—especially given that he was an admin and she a mere grunt. Even though he had been nothing but patient and generous with her so far, she knew full well that he could turn dangerous in the blink of an eye. And yet...

"I don't want to cut you…" she repeated, growing a little bolder. A ghost of a smile hovered at the corners of her lips. "…because you hardly look as though you have any blood left to give, Admin Cross. And I wouldn't want to be held responsible for accidentally bleeding you to death, especially in your own office."

You look like you've already been cut into far too much recently was the unspoken thought that was uppermost in her mind that Aurelie dared not voice aloud. Whether on the surgery table, on the battlefield, or by a vampire, for all I know. Surely, you don't need another cut on top of that.

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He blinked.

[break][break] Then his gaze intensified, becoming sharp as the knives that she had forged for him. They glimmered a fierce crystal-blue, like the vastness of an ocean who's waves he could easily drown her under, if he so wished.

[break][break] "Lefevre," he said, voice slicing through the cold air. "It was not a request."

[break][break] But there was a certain softness in his eyes, a tenderness if you will, for how he still viewed her even as he wielded his status like a blade. His head tipped behind him, revealing the shiny Sylveon that had woken from it's nap to watch over them both.

[break][break] "Plus, I am not as unbreakable as you think."

[break][break] He nodded towards her.

[break][break] "Go on."

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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

[attr="class","aurelie_body"]If I'd known it'd be like this, I would've brought a sweater, Aurelie found herself thinking suddenly, irrelevantly, as Jayden's emphatic declaration reverberated around the office. Except I don't just need a sweater for my body. I need one for my soul too! Arceus, these chills!

She didn't even know what qualified as a sweater for the soul. Therapy, maybe? Well, certainly both she and Jayden could probably use some.

At the moment, though, all Aurelie had was a knife and his instructions. For a moment, she was sorely tempted to simply give Jayden a light scratch, just deep enough to make him bleed. With the way his eyes just flashed a startling, spectacular crystalline-blue, though, she suddenly doubted he'd be satisfied with such a halfhearted gesture.

"If you say so, sir," she answered aloud respectfully, seeking to keep her teeth from chattering in the deepening chill. A laugh escaped her as she added in a lighter tone, "Then, I guess...try your best to take it easy on me, instead."

The red-haired smith lifted the knife, which she held in a simple grip with her fingers wrapped around its hilt, like she would hold a hammer, and narrowed her eye. Automatically, she scanned Jayden briefly for weak points, even though she hardly knew what she was looking for. Even in his fragile-looking state, the admin still exuded menace.

Taking a deep breath, Aurelie went with a basic knife fighting maneuver. Sweeping the knife in a quick, curving slash in a feint to hopefully raise his guard and buy her space to close in, she stepped toward Jayden at the same time. Then, on the backstroke, she lowered the knife and aimed a short, sharp stab at his unprotected left arm.

Aurelie knew it wasn't a real fight, and Jayden hadn't asked for anything but a cut. But if he wanted to see how it'd feel to cut and be cut by these knives in combat, then she would do her best to simulate one.

If it wasn't what he wanted...well. Then, she'd regret not just inflicting a small scratch on his palm.

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