[attr="class","body"]
[attr="class","iconimage"]
[player]https://file.garden/ZeVxgRo9KEiz9cwa/mp3/agmen%20clientum%20-%20yuki%20kajiura.mp3[/player]
[break]
agmen clientum - yuki kajiura
[break][break]
Ollie's right. Neon
was better than this. Better than the panic and the tantrums. Has he not proven that already? Had he not worked so hard before, and continued to work hard even now with his brain ping ponging between the distress of his past, and the chase of the bird he was sent to capture? But the bird is silent now. and Neon doesn't have time to check the signatures. [break][break]
Crimson interrupts the array of colors that threaten to swallow them up. Cloth and flesh rip. And despite it all, his limbs move according to imbued protocol. Even if his head isn't quite there, at least his body could rely on its own muscle memory. He could thank
THEO BECKETT and
jayden cross for that. His blade plunges into skin, blood dripping down the arm. For a brief second, flashes of the thief Jayden had him killed in the icy wastes flashed back. The impulsive murder flashing back as the same burning hot emotion rose up in him. [break][break]
"I'm running out of time-" he spat as the blade clattered to the ground and he lifted his leg, sending the ranger a push kick to help keep distance between them.
"You don't get it at all!" Misplaced frustration and anger are directed at the Head Ranger. Flashes of his older brother superimpose over Ollie, but he doesn’t watch long enough to witness his transformation. [break][break]
Neon tears away, narrowly escaping being engulfed in tar and paint and eyes and smiles. His Genesect secures the exit, moving around Tofu to block access to its trainer. Its blinking red eyes scan an empty gallery wing, with a couple of sculptures broken on the ground. Marks of its encounter with the Pikachu on the floor and walls. And finally, Hoenn’s lone Head Ranger, the only other person here, bleeding on the pristine linoleum floor. Ollie would once more hear something shake the building as its shriek ricocheted through a near empty art gallery. [break][break]
[player]https://file.garden/ZeVxgRo9KEiz9cwa/mp3/articuno%20cries/galarian%20articuno%20sound%205.wav[/player]
[break][break]
Head Ranger Morales could take solace in one thing: he’d succeeded in buying everyone time to get out of the terrorist’s path. [break][break]
Neon gets his second (
third? ) wind, sprinting down spiraling stairs and past fallen art works. If he recognized the pieces, he didn’t slow down, wary of the way the colors drip and leaks onto the ground. His Genesect trails after him, switching to flying mode and floating down almost leisurely. For now, the lobby is abandoned. Velvet ropes and metal detectors abandoned. As he rushes towards the signature, he catches sight of the tell tale red and blue lights glowing from outside one of the giant bay windows. [break][break]
He pushes on, moving to the floor's center, a space reserved for guests to take seats in plush couches and gaze up at the magnificent skylight and the hanging art pieces. But the piece hanging before, some metal chime resembling raindrops, is on the ground. No longer could anybody hear the beautiful sounds of delicate pieces tinkling together. Instead crowned by the few rays of sun that fell through was the Galarian Articuno he’d been chasing since the night before. Time has gotten away from him. The longer he sat with his hallucinations the worse the warp in reality. It’d been early morning before. Why were there so many patrons then? This early? A special exhibit? [break][break]
[player]https://file.garden/ZeVxgRo9KEiz9cwa/mp3/articuno%20cries/galarian%20articuno%20sound%209.wav[/player]
[break][break]
The Cruel pokemon commands his attention, silencing all those questions. His focus is pulled once more to the majestic bird. The beeping in his tablet is going crazy.
“This chase is over! I’ve got you!” he shouted at the apparition as the floating bird lowered slightly. Its head cocks to the side, its feathers perfectly, beautifully smooth. Long tail ends wave idly as if in water. It’s unaffected by his threat, confident and curious all at once. [break][break]
Neon tensed, glaring as he felt the pressure of judgment on him, but he didn't hesitate as he lifted a hand to give his orders.
“ZAP CANON! Qui-” Before he can finish uttering the sentence the bird flaps its wings, letting out a cry as it blasted him and his Genesect mid attack. A strange tingling surged before Neon choked on the pain but was unable to move. His Genesect lets out high pitched screeches as its sensors are overloaded and it struggles against the Galarian Articuno’s power. [break][break]
The apparition lowered itself with a few more flaps, looming over the Beast and his machine as through broken windows, sirens grew closer. Neon’s muscles spasm in pain but he cannot move. Not until the vision suddenly smacks one regal wing sending both statues flying and rolling across the ground. This seems to break the spell, but while Neon is catching his breath the bird disappears before his eyes. A glass piercing cry cracks the skylight above, the shards that caught the morning sun’s rays glittering as they shattered the bird’s appearance and the hallucination disappeared. [break][break]
“FUCK!”
[break][break]
Another pointless chase. He shakes as he checks his tracker, movement hurting but anger fueling him to move. The tracker is quick to reveal the bird’s location. The revelation on the screen makes him tense. Neon glanced at his Genesect as it managed to pick itself up, scanning as it could hear League personnel converging on the area. Briefly, he considered pulling back but…perhaps nobody had seen the damn thing yet. With a shaky breath, he pocketed his tracker before gesturing to his partner.
“Next coordinates- before the League can create a response team!” The robotic bug obliged, offering itself for transport before taking off. Its thrusters kick on immediately, taking off roughly and trading power for a smooth ride. [break][break]
[break][break]
[break][break]
[attr="class","oocbox"]
[attr="class","title"]TLDR;
ollie morales | i woke up in my shoes again, but somewhere you exist [break][break]