peppermint, micha
he/they
27
january 19
hearthome city, sinnoh
homiesexual
ig baddie
rocket beast
I can get by the days just fine but the nights, 🌙
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mint frost
sciamachy
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Heartache - Toby Fox [break][break]
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He wakes up to his Genesect’s beeping, transmitting a report on him before Mint can stop him. “I’m good, I’m good. We’re moving.” he said, going to his feet and wincing when he moved a little too quickly. His partner is silent, blinking obediently even as the Beast faltered and leaned on the robot. Mint steadied his feet, blinked the spots out his eyes and slowly moved one arm off the mechanical beetle to check his body. Nothing felt wet. Nothing hurt too severely. He prodded at his chest and checked his body for possible sprains or fractures. He hurt but it's not nearly enough to convince him anything had broken. [break][break]
Good. He sighed in relief only to refocus. He thought he heard the legend cry out in the distance. But it’s covered up by indistinguishable whispering. He lets go of his Genesect forging ahead, breaking into the lower level of the Great Chasm. The humidity weighs down everything, and as he crossed the threshold he felt his back begin to sweat. [break][break]
It’s a little louder down there than up in the snow. Distant cries of pokemon, water dripping or rushing, and even the breeze shifting through trees and underbrush offer a cacophony of noise Mint is relieved to hear. Anything to tune out the whispers. But even when he retreated into nature, searching adamantly for a sign of the Galarian bird, they got louder and louder. Even the incessant beeping of his handheld, now out to help narrow down where the bird was, couldn’t help. [break][break]
‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ [break] ‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’ [break][break]
Mint dropped further, careful to hop over roots and continuing down the fastest path into the deep gorge. His breathing picks up and he skids down rocky paths, kicking up rocks and stray pieces of tera crystal. His Genesect kicks up speed before eventually taking and hovering after their trainer. Occasionally it moved to attack something but when Mint followed all he saw was nothing. Genesect attacks things in the shadows, hidden and obliterated right before he can see. But as he runs, he catches sight of one lone eye that opened from the darkness and stares into him. [break][break]
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‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ [break] ‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ [break] ‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’ [break][break]
He felt a sudden chill as slowly the whisper converged into discernable dialogue, all echoing and repeating, speaking to each other and bringing up decades old gossip. The stare of a crowd that began to follow him, eyes opening from any discernible shadow in his path. It’s getting worse, he realized as he moved lower into the chasm, trailing into the cave system and into Area Zero. His breathing hitches, and he can barely hear his Genesect over the crowd bouncing off each other. [break][break]
‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ [break] ‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’ [break]
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‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ ‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’ ‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ ‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ ‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’ ‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ ‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’ ‘Have you heard the surrogate rumors?’ ‘Antain may leave her for one of them.’ ‘Some of them may not even be related.’ ‘So she’s covering up this possible scandal with a rushed debut-?!’‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ ‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’ ‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ ‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ ‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’ ‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ ‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’ ‘Have you heard the surrogate rumors?’ ‘Antain may leave her for one of them.’ ‘Some of them may not even be related.’ ‘So she’s covering up this possible scandal with a rushed debut-?!’‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ ‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’ ‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ ‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ ‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’ ‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ ‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’ ‘Have you heard the surrogate rumors?’ ‘Antain may leave her for one of them.’ ‘Some of them may not even be related.’ ‘So she’s covering up this possible scandal with a rushed debut-?!’Ť̷̛̗̞̝͖̃̆ȟ̶̡̥̩͐͠ȅ̷̡̨̛̥͕̻͖̜̳̅͠͠ ̴̝̿F̸̨̾̓̕i̵̛͓̹̰̫̩̳̝̚͝ș̷̯̩̔̍̀́̔̿̂k̷̟͈͖̭̪̺̬̾̆́͊s̸̝̭͂͜ ̸̲͈̖̞̂̊̆d̶̛͔͓̪̲̝́́͂̓̚ͅȩ̶̫̘̻͙͆̏̿͊͜b̸̧̳̳̩̖͕̓͊̊̊̈́ư̵͔͔̔̒͊̿̓t̸̨̤͓̤̥̺͈͙̄̓ę̴̛̤̞̞̪̱͉̐̔͒͜d̴̬̗̝̔ ̴̻̊̓̂̄̿̂͂͒à̷̯̘̊͝n̷̡̪̞̹̫͔͓̉͑̉̚͝͠ ̴̧̣̟̗̠̉̈̒̆͗̃̄͠ͅ8̴͎͍͋̊̐̔͆̾̾ ̸̢̻͉̹͂̈̇̑͌͝ȳ̷̢͈͋̍̅̂̌͘e̸̡̫̻͙͈̬̮̔̑̆ạ̴̧̺̦̪̟̱͒̌̓̀r̵̝̰̙̩̱̣̘̞̋̽̐̆͂̂ ̸̝̲̃o̷̧̝̼͌̍̀l̸͔̳̳̙̩̥͈̆̈́̇d̶̨̻̜̗̥̑̈́̃̈͆̎̓̃͜’̷͖̋͑̄͛ ̵̮͈̤͐̌͊͆́̚‘̵͈͙̀̆̓̂̂̅̌Ợ̵̯̹̙̫͖͐́̀̅͘͜͝f̵̦͓͚͍̚ ̸̨̛͕̹̲͍̆͊̈́̕̕c̵̛̟̹̼̺̈́̀̌͝ỏ̸̠̞̫̰̀̽͐̅͑͝ͅu̵̺̮̺͑̏́r̷̨̨̲͇̦̹̘͒̀͌̈͜s̴̢̼͎̥̫̠͊͘e̶̖̘̩͓̞̱͌̾͐̂͐͑͝ ̸͖͍͕̿́̀̍̈́͘t̷̨̝̤͖͓͇̹͉̃̾̐̏̇̽̿̃h̸̠̮̥̦͍̳͖̭̓̄̄͂͒͒̓e̷͚̥̓̍̎̽͘ỳ̴͓̘͉̖̙͔̝͋ ̴͔̺͉͇̃̀̃̅͠͠d̷̗̬̊͋͐͋̒î̷̢͔̲̱͙̘̝̞͊͆̎̆̚͝d̴̨̡͎̏́͒̿̋̿͊,̷̹̜͕̜̤͑̍̍̂͗̈́̚ ̴̛̙̏̇̓N̴͎͎̪̞͑ǫ̸̧̨̻̞̭̲̲͌̇̿̌e̴̪͈͎̫̦͖̍̓̑͛͌̀͛̂m̸̱̰̑͜į̴͙̟͓̖̣͍̯̌̀’̷͍̥͎͗̅̃̿̐̇̚s̸̛̝͇̏͆͒̾͊͆ ̶̺̻͓̣͋M̵̮̫̆̆͊̾̄͑̕Ơ̶̯̲͉̔͐ ̷̧͇͇̓ĭ̵̯̯̩̹̟̠̯͒̽͒͒̚͝ͅs̷͍̯͙̰̖͑͊̏̓͆͋͝ ̵̭̩̠̙̒̀̄ğ̶̠̼͓̺̳͇̤ì̶̥̤̪̬̮̰̍̋̆͝m̴̢̥̳̟̞̅̉̂̆̏̇̎m̵̮̦͓̲̮͉̗͕̐̂̈̒̎i̷͋͝ͅc̶̻͖͎̳̳̤̒̀̓͂̌̈͌ḱ̶̛̭̿̉͂̀̿͘s̷̨̰͉͉͓̯͙̠͗̌̂̆’̶͙̻̱̲̖̳̙͆͒̉̆͑ ̴̨̜̲̺̬̦͓̔́‘̸̡̺̦̙̰̝̥͋̍͋̉Ț̵̢̨͔͖̲͚̲̾̋h̴̋͆̑̉̄̆́ͅỉ̶͈̘̭̼̦͆s̴͓̝͘͜ ̷̢͓̝̣̟̹͈̫̐͗͂͐̏̿̕k̶̙̑̎͒į̶̝͍͖͚̳̿͌̊́͗̃d̵̢̯̫̎̉̈́̍́̈ ̴̡̺̖̘̪͖̤́̂̊̆̚w̸̱̪̩̝͛͒̅͝ő̸̭̗̺͎̜̅̌r̴̡͓͔̯͚̝͋̀̑̋̌k̸͖̰͑́̅͐̚͘͝ͅe̶̦͍͂̊̇̎d̶͇̈́͆̈́͑͆̆̾̂ ̶̧͐̚a̸͍̐́́̋̊͗̀̓l̸̫̟̯̈́͑͂͆̇̊͠ö̸̞͖̹̮̮͍́͠ͅn̶̝͙̬̭͑̈́͐͂̅̈͜ġ̸̤̫̱̤̹̕͜s̸̻͓̣͚͌͋ḭ̶̘̟̓̎̃̌́̿d̴̙̑̈́̑ę̴̛̤͉̗̣̱̤̌̆̒͝͝ ̷̢̧̝̰̻̉̄ͅm̸̪̒̊à̶̺̪̫̎̉̕s̴̛͇͓͎͍̠͕̟̙͛̓̎̇t̷̖̫͉̳̞̯̗͍͂̽̌̇̌ë̷̡͚̱́͛̇̀̒͐͘͝ŗ̸͍̑̊̐̄̕ ̶̲̊ì̵̢͖̲̤̼̋͊m̶͙̩̮̜̜̦͆p̴̫̎̊͆́r̶̛̻̠͛̅ͅe̸̛̱̎̆́̄͝ṣ̵͖̗͚̒̐̌̓̒̎̕s̷̖̝̟͎̃͐͆ͅị̵̹̭͂̒̈͝o̵͇͖̞͇̟̍̄ͅń̶͔͚̬̙͍͔͋̾̊ì̴̛̙́̂͝s̸͖̝͎̳͉̥̈́͘͘t̷̟̊͝ͅ,̶̢̨̬̰̮͇̦̭̀̀́̐̾̽͘ ̵̳̦̓̑͐̎̽͆̕̚D̸̨̮͍̥̔̉i̶͍̞̮̗̫̯̚̕ê̵͍̱̺͕͙̣̰̓g̵̖̗͚͉̰̐͒͠ȏ̴͕͔̊͒́ ̸̧̨͍̑͒́͊̂̏̚͘Ș̴̘̞̑̓̈́̈́̓̌͠͝ą̵̬̟̘͐ͅų̴̣͙̹́̎͂̇̃͘d̵̙̲̰̱̈́̉̈́ ̶̱͖̳͖̳͙̒a̵̠̫̘͆̕͜ǹ̶̢͖͈̩̌ḑ̴̟̠̹̲̿̌́̅͐̋̚͝ ̴͍͍̆̔̀̕͘[̶̪̂̈́̆͒̅͋͗ḯ̴͎̖͛̓̓]̴͓̙̣̪̈́̈s̶̱̦͎̑́̑̕t̴̢̯͈̣̲̝̗̄i̸̛̝͕̫̞͇͍͓͖l̸̔͐̋̊͜l̵̘̗̗͗͆̊[̸̗̾̌̒̀̑͑̀/̸̮̩̳̦̈́̔͐̿͝į̴̻̞̾̋̅̒̈́͘]̸̹͇̥̫͆̉̋̕͠ ̷̗̀̀̈͛̽͠g̴̡̡̭̲̳̪͇͓̐͛̌̂͘o̷͍͓̼͖͚̫͔͋̀̽͊́͝t̸̫̦͉̳̥͌ ̵͖̫̭̲̊̿̎̑̿̃̀c̴͎͊̅́̑e̸̯͖̾̃͌̊̐̋̕n̷̺̩͕̞̝̈̀͂t̴̲̣̪͔̼̺͙̉̾̔̈́͌̂̿͜è̴̡̙͍̮̂̌̎ŕ̸̥͛ ̴̧̢̨̞̰̳̙̝͂́̔̒̈͂̓p̸̧̤̰̮̟̪̳̪̐̿̔͌͌͘͘͝a̸͇̓̿̽g̴͇̩͛͊̄e̴̫͖͙̹̠̓̿̈́̕͝ ̴͎͓̥̤̪̏̒̊̚c̵͈̞̈́̈́̃̇̌͊ơ̸̺̝̒v̷̡͚̞̟͍͎̯͖̂́̾̚̕̕͠ẹ̴̝͕̣̱͖͚͂̈́̔̋r̴̨̖͕̰͔̤̣̞̃̑͘̕ā̵̝͓̺͉̹͈̱̖̃͆̓̄g̵͚̺̠̥̱͓̹̍́͘è̶̻̊̕’̴̢̓͆͝ ̴͖̜̤̯̯̤̈́̔̋͝‘̸̨̛̯͕̇͊̓̑͗̚͘Ẅ̵̢̖͙̳̃͛̇͋̕̕̕ǎ̶̘̥̹̳̐s̸̖̳͉̈́̄̆̍̊͘n̷̟͙̱̄̽̅͒͗̑̍’̷̧̳̄̋ͅt̶͍̼̺̆̄ ̴̧̹̩̅͋̋į̵̖͗͑̔͘͠t̸̞̱̣̼̪̙̗̜̓͑ ̵̘̩͉̮̥͇̮̊̓́͐̈́͗ṁ̷̥̹̲̅̚ē̸̬͒͛ą̶̗͉̻̗̩̠̦̐͌n̸̡̳̟̮̈͊̆̑͗̆̓͜͠ẗ̶͇̘̹̝̰̗́̄͒̈́̆̆̕͘ ̴̪͉̻̦̅̂̋̅̋ͅt̴̳̼͓̫͆̈́͐͐͋̎̚o̸̧̘̻͔͐̉̓̋͘ ̴̧̨̙̣̙̘̲̓͊͜͝b̴͚̤͔͓͙̱̾̄͋̿̏̚͜é̴̙̥͚̽̆̅̉̊ ̶͙̲͑̆̇́̊ą̶̩̫̀ ̴̺͎̤͖̥͐̾̅͑͝ť̷͔̦͖͎̲͓̇̂̑̔̓ͅh̸̞̘̭̜͍̃͠͝ͅr̷͈̫͖̻̬̐͐̔̀̑͘͜e̶̱̭̗̥͑͛͑͜e̶̜̘͌͂̚-̵͉̙̝͇̯̘̼̇̊̾͛̂͜ẅ̷̧̥̪̱̰̲́̈́͊̅́̃̉ả̸̮̜̱͓̦͍y̶̡̼̮̙̰͖̪̽͂͋̾̍͊̈́ͅ ̷̧̭̝͖̌͗͘ć̵͖ͅo̸̼͖̟̊͂͐̄̾͑̊͘l̶̡̢̤̞͊̕l̵̩̺̫͐̎̾̈́ä̶̢̦̥͇̻̳́͆̎͑͗̎̿͐b̶͕̝̍̽o̸̱̞̦̒͛͝ŕ̶̮͈̘͍̰a̵̡̱̱̤͇̍͋̽t̵̩̬̻͐̚ͅi̵̛̛̻͔͔̲̝̜̳̳͌́͒͒͝ö̷͕̂͑́́̒n̷̪͆̏?̷͈͇̬̤̯̣̭̬͒̆̀̌͑̈́̒’̷͕̹̻̬̟͉͊̌ ̷̰̪̩̈́́̍̉̾̈́͌͝‘̸̨͝Y̷̜̬͓̱̪̋̈́̆͆̓͜e̵̛̟̤̝̤͑̆̂̚s̵̡͆̑͂͝,̸̯̘͈̜͗͐̅̕ ̷̳̃̄͝b̷̲̝̈̀͘u̸̧̨̗̙̠̩̠͐́̒̀̽̚t̶̬̻̪̪̞̂́ ̷̛̼͕̤͎̱̒̎̑̈́̎̈͜͜L̶̯̼̠̀̀̍͐͌͜e̴̡̧͉͇̻̱̔a̶̡̨̞͛̏n̷̟̞͎̝̘̹̯̠̈́͋̅̍ǹ̵̖̋͊͒͘ẹ̸̢̮̃͊̉̉͗̓̏̃͜ ̴̘̠͓̭̂̔̀͑B̷̨̝̽e̶̩͕̊̈́̎ļ̷̹̮͇͇̭̒͛̎̕c̵͈̏̆̍́́̀͒h̴͓͓̐̐̽͋̔͝e̷̢̨̤̣͚̅̒̿̀̾̏͝͠r̷͈̪̝̍ ̵̡͚̦͓̜͈̗̂́̃̂̑́̓͜r̵͕̘̻̭͎̪̝͑e̷̗̭͉̬͑͘ͅs̸͘̕͜i̶̙̓͂͛͘g̷̨̢͈̹̤̝͒͆͜ͅn̸͙̦̻͒̔̉̚͝͝͝͝ẽ̴̢̩͎̱͉̱͕̽͝͠d̶̡̨͇̻͖̭̳̄̒̉ͅ ̶̰̠͙̈́͊̈̽͋h̶̯̭̺͎̼̀̑̂̓̎̌a̴̮͈͍̼͌̏̃͂͗͋̂l̴͍͈̮̝̽̈͂̀͐̅̍f̷̱̼̩͉̥̓̀̅͐́̍̚͝w̸̧͚̄̏á̵̭͉͎͈̭͐̄̅͋̏y̴̛̰̹̫͋̉͑̆ ̷̧̥̿͊́̃͐͝ẃ̸̹̤̄h̷̜̪̤͐͝ȩ̷̯͕̀̿̅̓̃̈́n̷̢̯̰̞̞̠̍̓͋̌̒̃ ̵̺̻͉̘̗̖̽̈́̈́̑́̎̏͜t̸̛̙͇̘̘͚̬̲̯̒̒̉̈ḧ̶̤̟́̕ͅȩ̴̞̂̏̏͑̏́ ̸͖̝͕̩͕̬͘F̶̟̼̙͙̲̦͇̙̈̅̾̍̎̈́̍ī̶̡̖̟̞͇̣͙̻̋̃̂͌̐̇ș̶̱́̔̅̏̚k̵̗̟̙̅̏̒̎̈́͜ ̸̧̨̛̗͎̀̈̃͒͆̔͘w̷̺̯͝a̵̩͒̈́͑͘ş̸̼̮̤͊̈́̄͆͋͋͗ ̶̲̜͉͗̏g̶̨̦͉̪̣̤̲͑i̷̩̺̳̎͆̇v̸͍̼̫̠̥̑̈́͌͐͗͌̈́͜͠e̸̻̜͔͕̱̐͊͗͐́̀n̵̢̛̮̙̗̑ ̷̗̥̜͉̾̾̄̍̉͜͜͠m̸͖̜̮͈̏̈̽͒̕̚͝ơ̷̤̺̭̑̉̈́̽́͘r̸̨̧̮͍̲̲͙̾͌̾͝e̴̢͇̠͖͌̾̑͑͊̈́̉͘ ̷̧̬͎͍̀̒̔̃͜͝c̴̠̼̜̍̔̽̓̉̐̚ͅả̵̧͍̭̉͜n̵̰͌̑̄̈̆̑v̶̲̝̮͇̠͆̇̀̇̓a̷͎͇̫̹͍͌͂s̸̥͕͚̾ ̷̛͈͎̱̙̮̫͂̔̕ͅp̴̢̼̎à̸̬̻̳c̶̦̯̰̥̦̉̌ͅḛ̶̗̙͇̓̑͜,̶̧͍̠̥̃̀̊̊͝ ̴̫̐̀͊͘̕̚o̷̜̘̝̭̗̐̄̇̄̎͘ͅr̷͎̤̹̗̹̰͚͔͊̈́͒̏̉̇̕ ̵̡͓̻̍̒͋̓̕s̶̡͙͈̜̅̏̒̅̉̔̕͜ͅo̶̲̪̝̟̓͂̐͗͂̓́ ̴̡̧̼̲͈͑t̶̡͚̺̻̼̥̂̄̈́̃̐̊͜͝ḣ̵͖̈́͛̑̊̇̍ē̶̪͕̠̓̋̀͆̽͠ÿ̶̹͈̳̗̞̭̻́͋̍͌̕ ̶̧̠̫̭̙͚͇͉͛̋̋̒͛̅̒̑ŝ̸̖̮̽̋̔a̵̧̼̭̽͗̊̋͌̅̚y̸̢̭̜̽̈͘͝.̵̧̛̛͔̳̭̪̌̾̍̀͝’̸̱̬̔̈́̒̏̍̕͘͠ ̸̩̺̞͖̥̮̎̀̄͆̕͠‘̵̯̬̎̂̉͊̋̾Y̶̧̬̱̌̅̏͂̈ớ̶͇̬̞̘̬̮͚́̑̑͆ṷ̷̢͍͋͜ͅ ̶̢̧̫̻̫̗͂͝ͅk̶̛͕̬͕͎̩͙̹̀̌͗͒͜͝ņ̵̰͈̮̣̹͍͕̓͗̉o̷̳̞̲̤̙̲̰̐̓ẁ̸͕͙͝ ̸͈͖̇̅t̶̢̻͓̺̜̳̉͌́͑̕h̶̡̳̯͚͂̋̐͑̕̕͝ẻ̵̝̼̥̤̗̳̝̈͐̌̕ ̸͚̂͆̀̐̔̐̆̓F̶̞̏͝ȋ̵͎̬̞́̈́̑̅̚͝s̵͚̓ḵ̴̐ ̶̜͍͙̯͙̜̗̿͝ͅm̸̢̰̘͎̠͖̗̮͊͂́̈́͌ą̷̭̤̻̓̀͒̇̉͐̈́̕t̸͈̙̯̱̞͙́̐͂̈́́̀͘r̷̝̝̭̙̎̄͐̀̈́̓͑i̶̳̫̦̞̰͖̓̆̇̀̍ͅa̴̧̯̻̒̒̓̈́̔̎r̸̛̰͓͇̺̹̗͔͓̂́͑́͐̽͐c̷̡͇̪͔͑̍̑̎̾͝͝ḩ̶͎͎̆̾̒̈́͠,̴̡̪̓́̋̾̚͝͠ ̵̡̨̦̟͖͉̊́â̷̹̰̰̘n̶̟͕͕͔̥̭͆͂y̸̙̋̔̀̈́ͅṫ̶̛̠͓͔̮̹̲̬̭̀̃̕͝͠h̴͉͇̲͓̲̑́́̍̚i̸̧̡͔̠̦̥͍͛͛̀n̸͉͕̟͔͇̺̞̹̑̐̈́͋g̸̨̖̹͐͛̂ ̵̨̞͎̋̍͋t̷̨̍̈́̈́ö̵̺̥͘͜͠͝ ̸̡̡̮̪̮̙͛p̶̖̀ŭ̸̯̏̾l̴͚̳̘̤̈́͊̑͂́̍̈ľ̷̻̗̩͍̝̻ ̴͖̻̝͇̩͠ť̵̢̈́̔̍̒̓̾̚ḩ̷̧̛͉͉̩̃ẹ̷̭͇̔͐̍̇̀̀̆͝ ̸͈͊͒̈́͆s̵̨̯̜̳̋̊̕p̵̭̚̚o̷̘͍͙͑͂̓ẗ̶̺̱̫̰̥̺͖́̀̓̀l̸͎͌̀́͌̽͝i̷̧̥̣̬͙̰̟̎̾͆g̵̡̢̥̻͙̳̏̇̍̐̄̌͝h̴̝̯̞͓̤̽t̷͉̭̼̙̓̌͗̑́͌ ̴̪̰͓̱̗̖̃̉͛̎̉͂͝t̷̻̰̦̾͜o̵̳̽̽̔̂̀͆w̵͚̱̤̣͚̬͂a̸̛̠̿̐͝r̵̙͚̱̟̤̤̲͝d̸̹͈͙̟̈́̅͒̕͝͝s̸̱̜̤̣̠̗͕͆͂̅̈͜͠ ̴̛̩͙̈͐͑h̸͓̬̠̤̫́̐̓͌̿̃ͅe̷̫͉̒́͒̒͜r̸̡̫̟͈̹̔̋̃̚ ̶̞̰̠͇͉̭͐́̄̈̿͒͐̀͜b̵̡̧̙̣̹̮̾̈́̿ͅr̶̳̳̃́̈́̅̏͝ô̵̼̤̩̭͇̟̈́̉́̒̐̆́o̷̡͈̫͇͈͆͛̍͋̎͆̋d̴͇͌́̔̃.̵̛̬͚͌͗͘͠͝’̵̢̳̺̫̮͌̓̐̍ ̶̢̜̮͖͈̤́̎͊‘̷̠̥̳̤͓̭̙͒̇͐͗̀̿͊͜͠Ȉ̵̫͖̳̕s̸̭̮̼͙̈̊ ̵̯̲͍̮͚̍̎̌̎ș̶̱̤̠͂h̵̛̺̯͉̮̹͚̭̊͆̇̇̂͝e̴̬͒̃̍̏̒͝ ̶̠̪̩̳̰̲̝͍̑ṡ̶͖̺͉̪͍͇t̷͕̮̽́̓̈̑̿̚ị̵̧̭̈́̄͐́̓͝ͅl̵̢̥̞̖͓̱̈͂̈́̓̎͗̈́ḷ̴̮͈̾ͅ ̷̜̝̜̣̜̇̉͆̿h̵̨̝͓̱͖͎̑͋̔̾̓̚͜a̴͓̣͎̼̦͝v̵͕͚̥̭͑i̸͚̱̮̱̱̋͊͑͌̀͜n̵͖̦̭̬̥̪̦͂̑͂͊̑͜g̸͎̞͚̪͊͒͊̒͂́ ̵̤̭̗͇͂͆̒͊̑̇ͅc̸̰̼̝̤̦͚͎͙͂̈̏͐̈́̈h̵̲̅̿̈̅̈̑̚ȋ̶̧̭̯̻̘̖̱̈́̂͋͆̆ͅļ̷̛͍̣͈̱̔̄̈́̇̊̕͠ͅd̷̞͙͍̻̒r̴͈̬̳͕̲̦̱͔̋e̷̛̙̒̐͂̏̃͠͠n̵̟̣̽̉͛?̵͇̤̗̺͌̔͛́͆͐?̷̨͎̃͋̃̏́͌̕͝ͅ ̷̧̳͛̆͐͂͛͆́͘A̸̖͔̗̞̗̫͓͗̈̔͒͂͝t̴̟̬̙̼̜͕̜̂̎̿͘ ̶̢̡̫̜̖̗̙̄̔͛̅͐[̷͈͗̾͑̑̓i̶̛̦̋͛̐̾́̔͒]̶̨̛̍̀͌͆̀́̐ḫ̸̍́̓e̵̡̲͕̥̫͑͑̈ŗ̶̛̜̰̻̬̣̤̜̽[̶̳̰̠͇͖̻͗̃/̷̬̘͙̗̞̈́̑̇͊̋̀͝͝į̸̨̫͚̫̗̳̈̇̑͗͝]̴̜̥̮̳͉̫͂̄̆ͅ ̷̞̣̓̆̉̄͒͂a̸͕̬̥͎̰͚̱̓̓͑̓͑͛͑̐g̴͎̲̬̭̬̊̋ͅę̵̦͇̫͎̬̇̄͘?̸͇͓̈́̀̌̋ͅ’̴̩̲̝͆̄̇̾͘ ̶̭̙̣̌̒̍̂͝‘̸̨̩̼̲͆͑͜H̵̟̰̩̬̓͐̈́̾̓̎̇̿ą̴̱̝͕̖͕̈́̈̆͌͗̾v̷̙͛̌̑̎è̷̛͕͖̖̻̦̽͑̌͜ ̵̨͒̽̈́̀̿̀͌͊ỳ̷̼̖ō̶͇̬̤͔̺̈́͊͊̽̕u̴͖͔͚̲͎̱͛͌́̈́̆͜ͅ ̸̖̬̼̗̱̪͚̋ͅh̷͍̱̟̬͖͓̎̉͑̕ȅ̴͇̼̙̗à̷̧̢͚̙̭̰͓̌̆r̷̙̳̭͐͂̏d̶̘͉̉͐͛̄͂͌̄̃ ̸̧̡͚̩̻̼͍̅̽̏͛͋̚ͅt̶̡̳̬͎̬̭̊̈͝h̸̞̃̑̆͊͂̾͌͠e̵̡̢͓̼̤̥̖͈̐ ̴̟͋͛̈̌͝s̴̢͚̫̣͔͙̩̳̀̒u̶̖̲̳͇̤͓͉͊̂͜ŗ̸͉̺̫̤̳̹̒̈́̿̈̚͠ŕ̶̨̛͉͖̩̙̬͐́̈́̅̈̕͜ͅo̸̡̨̥̘̥̺̯̓̈́g̴̩̱̬̒̓͘à̸̧̡̗̩̟̙̫̰͆̈́̒͒̕͝͝t̶͙͛̓̆̚͝ḛ̴̽̆̍͂̕͝ ̴͙̯͉͓̭̗̍͋ṟ̵̦͙̪̻̝̘̓͒̍̚ṷ̵̜͚̈́̀͑͊̈́̍̚ͅm̶̫̭͓͇̍́̍̀̏̕ͅo̸̮̤̳͎̰̔̎͌͐r̵̨̯͔̳̲̹̬̿̀̄͑̅s̴̛̼̺̻͉͇̃̆͛́̏͜͝?̸̭͌̀͛͊̎̂͠’̵̻͖̬̦̔͋͌̚͜ ̵͉͇̼͈͐̌͆̔͜‘̵͎̘̮̪͎̓̽̄̂̾͜͝͠A̸̘̮̗͖̝̗͒͗̔͝ǹ̴̖̦̬̙t̶͙̤̭̥̱͓̩̎̒͗́̓̈́ͅa̶̖͖̝͋i̸̭̬͉̬̕n̸̛͔͍͉̗͚͇̼̐͂̀͛̚͝ ̶̤̲̬̖̻̹̦̆ḿ̴̞̜̾̆̂̿̍̓̅͜a̵͍͔̺̝̩̓͂̇̾̀̃̕͜͠ͅy̸̢̳̮͖̙͎̯̌͋̑́ ̴̙̅̚l̵̡͍̟̻̠̪̏̒̑́̚e̸̖̠̳͙̹͖̗̮̍͋͋̕a̷͖̦̬͎͔̙̙̱͒̿͛̕v̴̹̓̈́͋e̸̢̡̤̦̙̭̱͊̾͂̀̈́͘͝͝ ̶̡̨̯̈́ẖ̵̖̅̒͛̈͊̄e̴̺̤͇̾̈́̏̏̔̕͝͝r̵̳̙̅ ̵̧̨̩̯̬̈́̀̾f̸̨͚̫̄̔͂̊̊̔͠ờ̵̰̖̹̔r̸̜͔̩͕̘͆ ̷̖̫̥͇̒̽͐͛̋͘o̶̖͉͑̀͂̕n̷͇̄̀̃͘͝e̷̛̙͗̄̐͗ ̵͎̃͌̄̽̽̚o̴̩̣̥͝f̷̬̭̝͚̮̪̭̎̽̿̓̋̒ ̶̛̱̙̥̼͔͒̋̀̓̐̚̚t̸̪͍̳̗̼̼̿̿͆̔̒̓̚͜ͅḥ̷͖̺̽e̸̱̞̮̲̙̦̣͂̆̈́̈̏̍̀͜͝ḿ̶̯̯̓͌̈.̶̦͇̩̺̮͉̼̊̃’̸̛̦̱̜ ̴̦͚̔͑̎́‘̷̛̤̻͕̞̀S̸̡̛̩̲͈̙̐͒͝ö̵͕̝͖̱͎̮͕̠m̸̨̞͕͈̰̻̼̊̆̊̂͝e̶͍̝̤̰͒͌̕͘̕ ̶̹̹̺̻͍̯̈́̏͘ö̵̫̘̦́f̶̳͔͓́ ̷͖̒͒͂͗̈́t̴̢͇̻͎̻̦̯̽͊̏̀̀̏͜ḧ̷̲́ë̵̠͕̺̥̪̗̪́́̚͠͝m̵̢̭͔̪̥̄̓ ̷̖͖͖̥̫̃ṁ̴̢̼̘͎͉͉̝̈̂̂̓̉͗̾͜ȧ̶̻̜̐͋͂̈́̈́̂̚y̴̢͒̊̊̊̈́ ̵͙̹͍̤͕̘̃͐̂͘ǹ̶̝͕̯͖̏o̸͙̓̒̈́̄̆̚t̸͓̦̯͓̩̠͆ ̵̧̨̧̲̤̭͖́͋̓e̸̘̟̳̙̊v̵̢̛͕̣̩̞͖͙͗̃͐̚͠e̴̡̡̲̫̜̾͑̅͌̚͝n̵̥̎͛̕̕͝͠ ̴̡̨̡̞̫͇̠̝̊̐̓͋͗ḅ̶͗̄̊̒̎e̵̼̺͖͉͖̪͎̓̔͋̈́̌͑́͜ ̸̨̣̳͚̪̱̰͆̔̾̑r̷̡͔̟̟͆́̈́͠e̶̯̹͓̤̰̜̲̋͗l̷͈̗͈̝͇̩̹̤͊ā̴͓͙t̵͇̳̑́̀̈́ͅe̷̡̘̼̥̊d̷̙̥̰̻̙̑̃.̵̢͓͋̈̅̽̌̕̚͜͝’̷̲̯̯̐̌͆͘͠ ̶̨̧̹̳̟̅̒̆̈́‘̵̨̲̤̀͊S̵̢̨͓̼̗̪͇̥͌͋͒͂̑́̚ȏ̶̜̳̰̤̏́͛̾̚ ̶̢̧̻͖̺̅́̓̉͜s̶̨̮̼̯̦̪̼̠̆͗̚h̵̯̰̤̤͛͛͝e̸̯͇͗’̷̼͒̐s̵̮͍̰̯̃ ̵̨̤̍́̉̅ç̶͚͓̌͊̇͜ǒ̷̢̹̱̳̃͝v̴̡̨͔͍̠͚̺̫͘͝e̸̝̱̖̒̒͋͂̈́r̵̤͎͖̣̤͉̩̣̀͘i̴̺̗̤̺̲̻̗͎͗͌͌̽̇̑̚͘n̷̖͚̾̓̎̔̚ͅg̶̢͎̱̱̱̬͆̄̊ ̵̨̨͇͉͙̞̓͋̾͘ǘ̴̢͇̟͖͈͎̘̋̉̑͆͘͝͝p̸̧̢̳̰̥̂͂ ̴͍̲͈̟͇́ţ̴̜͍̼̬̯͍͖̒̄̋̐h̶̛̩̱̙̼̣͆́ȋ̶̟̄̓̄͘͝s̶̡̧̧͈̘̒̎̋̒͊͂̌̚ ̶͖̹̙͔̌̂̽͒͊p̶̧͍̳͓͔͓̪͍̈́͒o̵̧̤͇͈͙͉̓͑s̵̢̤̠̘̯̼͗̃̑̀̊̅s̵̖̭̣̎͝į̵͌͋̌̀̚ḇ̵̡̎̇̌l̷̲͒͠ͅệ̴͍̬̩͚̀ ̵͇͌̉͂̕͘s̷̛̝̖̥̩̩̲͑̏͗̄̂̚c̵̖̹̭͎͉̙͉̿̃̓̀̐̆̄̉á̸͕̬̮͇̩̠̦͔̽̃̈́̈́͝n̸̤̈́̈̀͜ḓ̷͒̅͋̀̍̆͌̉a̶̬̟̘̮̿͒͜l̶̛̜̰̭̟̫̜̙͔̀̌̇̇̚̚ ̸̞͚̣̤̥̌͊̎̒̃́̒̕ẅ̵̯͔̃̇͘͜͝î̶̜̮͇̹̹́̚t̴̡̟̙̣̆̍̊̈́́͝h̵̭͎͚̦̻̟̖̋͛̓̋͊̄̂͠ ̸̳̀a̸̛̠̗̽̾͛͝ ̴̧̠̖̯̐̂͛̑r̸͍̞̭͓͕̦̦̳̐̏̒̚͠u̷͔̤͍̯̥̦͉̾̋̏̾͆͆͝s̴͈̿h̸̹̟̹͎̝̞̫̖́͊ē̵̡̝͉̹̬̝̺̐̿̎̈ͅd̶̢͙̟̈́̀̈̆̑͆́͜ ̷̡͈̘͌́͆͝ḑ̷͎̳̂ͅe̴̼̣̥͈̻͑̈́͐͂̇̌̂͘b̵̜̘͖̞͚͛́̈́̍͠ǘ̸̢͖̟̍̉́̚t̸̼͉̮̬͊̈́̃̆͌͝͝-̶̺̫̱̎̉̔̇̂͛̕?̵̨͍̤̙̓̂̂!̷̡̣̤̱̱͍̗́̍’̴͉͎͎̼̲̌̑ [break][break]
Mint plunged into darkness, diving with a scream as he tripped forwards into a wall of darkness and eyes unable to hear himself think. His Genesect lets out nearby cries, electricity crackling around them and echoing around the cave systems. Mint picks himself up against the blue halo of tera crystals as the cave opens up to a large clearing. The beeping in his handheld idly pushing through the dull roar of gossip buzzing nonstop in his head. But he can’t quite catch his breath yet. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] SERAFINA 🎙️: [break][break] To think I share blood with a child this spineless is- [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] ALONSO 🧵: [break][break] Embarrassing. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] AMARETTA 👠: [break][break] Mortifying. [break][break]
Eyes and darkness take form. Among the dim blue light of tera specimens were his oldest siblings, circling him like sharks. His panic is blood in the water. Unlike a League rat, Neon doesn't fool his family who circle him like sharks. The eldest Fisk children, the foundation of their fame, and the standard every single one of them strived for, stood before him. Serafina deigned to look him in the eye for once, and the twins wasted no time flanking and cornering him. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] SERAFINA 🎙️: [break][break] You don’t feel guilty at all, do you? [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] AMARETTA 👠: [break][break] Alonso and I missed Kalosian Fashion Week. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] ALONSO 🧵: [break][break] Serafina needed to cancel her tour half way through. [break][break]
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[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break] I don’t have time for this. [break][break]
His siblings' voices curl into the dozens of others he tried to steel himself from it all. Not when his goal is so close. It felt like the bird was taunting him. He needed his breathing under control, his focus on moving through visions of people he hated. But every word grips his heart with panic, and guilt. Years of emotion he’d suppressed and never worked through rising to the surface. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] SERAFINA 🎙️: [break][break] No Fisk would ever heed this tabloid trash. [break][break]
She waves her hand, a gesture that plays with the volume of the crowd of voices like she's waving off smoke. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] ALONSO 🧵: [break][break] How low will you go to disgrace us? [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] AMARETTA 👠: [break][break] You ran from something hundreds of people beg for- [break][break]
His sister’s voice is cut off by a scream of frustration as Mint brandished a knife and lunged forward, tired of it all. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break] You didn’t even visit me at the hospital!! [break][break]
His blade strikes through, plunging into the flesh of a Brute Bonnet before it roared. And much like smoke, his siblings are gone and a Paradox’s vines are slowly wrapping around his body to rip him apart. Mint froze, unsure of what he was looking at. Only second ago he’d been arguing with Amaretta and now- [break][break]
He doesn't move a muscle, but his Genesect sparks up, blasting back the giant mushroom with a ZAP CANNON. Vines forcefully tear and the robot comes to its trainer’s aid once again. The bot herd Mint away, pushing him towards their signal, and more importantly, away from imminent threat. [break][break]
The screams of the Brute Bonnet fade, as do the crowd of eyes and whispers. “Are you registering that?” he asked as he caught himself and began running again in earnest. But the Genesect beside him doesn’t understand the command. It beeps, possibly running it’s own radar check on the immediate vicinity before going silent. No threats detected. [break][break]
[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break] Stress. I’m sleep deprived, and stressed. [break][break] He rationalizes it all away, no matter how scary or vivid it was. The effects of his emotional baggage rising to the surface are easy enough to ignore, save for a sore throat. And some wet cheeks. Whatever. He could take that. Ignore the close calls. Focus. Even as he repeated this mantra to himself it doesn't prepare him for the beast expecting them. [break][break]
Perched on a hill, surrounded by tera crystals and waiting quietly was the Cruel pokemon. Its stare gave him pause. He conferred with his partner: real. Infinity signature detected. Mint grabbed another pokeball moving forward on Articuno's position. “Capture, not destroy.” he reminded his bot before it deployed. [break][break]
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Before his Genesect can even send off a BUG BUZZ to stun it the bird screams, once more throwing steel feathers and stopping their approach. It lifted itself into the air and dive bombed towards Mint. Panic grips him and he can’t do anything but scream. [break][break]
And then the bird simply smashes into nothing. Galarian Articuno phases right through him, and the signature on his handheld immediately dies. Mint is left standing there, dumbstruck. For a moment he doesn’t move. And then the Genesect, ever faithful, moves to cover. It’s beeping grounding Mint in the present. Quietly, he pulls out his handheld to check. Two signatures in the region still. [break][break]
And absolutely nothing in the Silent Icelands. [break][break]
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[attr="class","oocnotes"] + A/N: on my fucking KNEES baby
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