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Thomas Benoit[break][break]

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Thomas Benoit[break][break]

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Thomas Benoit[break][break]

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"I'm glad to see you in higher spirits," Desiree said to the soldier softly, eyes moving rapidly between the paradoxical onslaught and the man who seemed to have made a full 180. "But.. please don't let them consume you." Reckless determination was what led her bones to crumble and fold inward onto themselves; there was a time and place for such valor, even here, but in her eyes peaks needed to exist just as valleys.[break][break]

After recalling the injured Hydrapple, out of a glimmering orb manifested a pokemon that had been acquainted with ancient mycelium and mud; strength in numbers was an irrefutable asset, undeniably so. The glistening Ribombee continued its pursuit through the dips and turns of the crystalline, sending rays of SIGNAL BEAMS through the splits in the fractals. Yet, the swarms of pokemon that resembled times of the past and times of the future continued to appear and exhibit havoc.[break][break]

Trembles of the deep earth caused the pinkette to panic, shards falling from the sky. "Wha..?" She exclaimed haphazardly, rapidly holding onto a thick dilapidation of old plant life that had bloomed through the rock. There was grace in the deployment of Artanis- it, of course, was able to protect them from the stray structural pieces that had begun their tumble downward. But there was no denying that the ground they stood upon was becoming unstable, fragmenting on its own.[break][break]

And for a split moment, Desiree hung above the stony abyss, the sheer determination that she wished not to consume her being the only thing preventing her from making her final descent before finding out what her body would sound like shattering in the depths. Swinging her body upon the vines that slowly began to split one by one, she made an abysmally terrifying leap of faith to reacquaint with the one she loved, organically telling death to fuck off.[break][break]

The Toedscruel caught her with its sprouts of mycelium, staring into the slit caused within the slit. "That was fucking terrifying," she remarked, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Numbing. Shooting an endless stream of mud out of its feeding hole, the mushroom pokemon attempted to use MUD SHOT as a means to partially fill the chasm the earthquake had caused. But in the end, how could such a thing be possible?[break][break]

It was also accompanied by the sound of a strange cry- but with all things considered, she believed it to simply be another anomalous entity. Time could only tell.[break][break]

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The hold Thomas had on her cut through the numbness that trickled up her spine and into her soul, bringing her to smile and softly laugh as the two tumbled backward. It was a feeling unlike any other, an indescribable feeling other than true love at its finest- it was the very feeling that made life worth living in the heap of the abyss, something that would satiate her soul if it was all she could ever truly feel again. "I could feel this forever," she grinned as she planted a brief kiss on his cheek, ".. but we can't let distractions like these kill us, Thomas- even if all I want to do is hold you."[break][break]

Holding him like this, being held by him like this, though fleeting, created the notion that going home once more with him and feeling his skin against hers would be all the more worth it in the end. The ultimate reward was being able to indulge in the love that the world had left behind. Picking herself up from the grasp his hands had on her, she hoped the brightness that shone from her eyes would be enough to answer his question- of course, she was okay, as from now on she would never let herself not be.[break][break]

At least, when it came to what she truly had control over. "There it is again.. I've never heard anything like it, either." Perhaps it was a remnant of Kyurem- perhaps more, perhaps less. It sounded quite terrifying, much like the events that had unfolded with the ripping of the slit and the tearing of the earth within the slit; she hoped it would remain far, far away. If it truly was far away, that is.[break][break]

SIGNAL BEAMS jumped from crystal to crystal, shooting through the metallic chrome of the future paradoxicals like rays of light. As she watched the mechanical onslaught occur deep down, there was some relief in knowing that the Ribombee could use its flight and petite figure to its vantage- though, there appeared to be those capable of flight all the same. They sneered and dipped as dragon fire met fairy dazzling, but the fairy of pollen held onto optimism rather than pain. Adrenaline, rather than fear.[break][break]

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Taking care of the horde, whether one would deem it an irreparable cull or granting life to those that ultimately deserved to continue basking inside of it, would secure the ability to hold onto him until the end of time- that was how she wished to think of it, no matter how much it hurt her heart seeing the mechanical and ancient onslaught. No matter what would present itself after their ascent from the depths of the cavern in crystalline, which was easily assumed to be plenty of the same. Living vicariously in the moment, securing the concept of love for the moments to come upon the clock, was what needed to be done.[break][break]

But there was just so much that her eyes were made to bear witness to; the allied forces continued their fight, and all she could do was watch, wide-eyed. She manifested in her heart that the paradoxical would recede, but hopes and manifestations would be unable to do anything this far down; the gems were unshrouded by the dragoness of truth, so who was to say that the emergence of these beings wasn't anything less than another truth to be whispered from the tongue of the universe, needed to be made a reality?[break][break]

"And to think, all this trouble we've brought ourselves to face just so we can sit blissfully on the couch, indulging in all that sparks joy in our hearts," she said softly, looking out into the expanse of gems, ".. to make life worth living again, it's worth it.."[break][break]

She would have continued to talk, to reinforce the desires she sought through speaking them into existence, had the descent of a ROARING MOON not interrupted her. A short gasp and a welp were all that could drift from her lips as it swept down, digging one of its sharp talons into her arm- it wanted to take her first to what could be assumed to be its nest, cloaked in hostility. As it flew scraggily upward with the flapping of its wings, she struggled to bring her hands to meet its neck. Yet luck, of all things, led her nails to become embedded into a fleshy eye.[break][break]

Grotesque, but enough to drop her onto the back of the Tropius that followed in pursuit. Deep crimson welted upon her arm, a few scratches of the hold yet nothing more; as it returned the pinkette to the side of Thomas, it released a MAGICAL LEAF to further dissuade the ancient dragon from making another descent and grab.[break][break]

"The universe.. is out to get us today, isn't it..?" She said slowly, softly as she pulled up a sleeve to reveal the minor cuts. "We look it in the eye.. and say.. not today."

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