Rising from the Ashes [M]

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December 12

Anistar City, Kalos

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Blacksmith, bladesmith

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5'7"/170 cm height

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Aurelie Lefevre

Rising from the Ashes [M]

POSTED ON May 8, 2024 23:21:10 GMT

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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]How can you rise, if you have not burned?

[attr="class","aurelie_body"]It'd been months since Aurelie last ventured out herself to actually hand-deliver a completed order of knives. Business at the shop was going well enough that she could actually afford to hire couriers now to make deliveries, which meant even more business as she didn't have to leave the shop or slow down her work. As cycles went, this one was eminently satisfying.

Every now and then, though, the smith received an order so sensitive that it necessitated her personal attention and physical presence. And the order of combat knives commissioned by Rocket's leadership to equip their grunts in whatever upcoming conflict loomed on the horizon definitely counted.

The delivery was successful, though, and the knives rested safe in Rocket's armory. Now, on the way back to Lilycove City, Aurelie decided to take a last-minute detour into Lavaridge Town. She'd always heard about how wonderful the hot springs were there, and now seemed like a fine time to treat herself to some relaxation and indulgence.

Especially considering that if war breaks out, those hot springs will be nothing but ruins afterward, she thought with a foreboding chill.

But as she walked through the outskirts of Lavaridge, she knew no luxuriant soak would be forthcoming. The sky overhead was as black and ominous as if the apocalypse had just descended, and a blustering wind blew hard enough that she was struggling just to stay upright. Even worse, each ferocious gale of wind whipped at her with smoky splinters of volcanic ash, soot, and sand as hard and sharp as broken glass.

Aurelie cried out in disbelief as the storm intensified. She immediately regretted it as bits of ash flew into her open mouth and she coughed violently. Throwing up her forearm to shield her remaining eye, she wondered what in Arceus' name had caused such a violent soot storm.

Forget that, even! she thought as another squall nearly knocked her off her feet. Where can I find some shelter out here? Where even is there someplace that's not being lacerated by the wind?

Her searching eye located a stunted tree about ten feet away, its trunk just wide enough to provide a windbreak for one, maybe two people huddling next to it. Already bleeding from a few minor cuts and nicks, Aurelie didn't hesitate. She started sprinting straight for the tree, keeping her head down and eye squinted as tightly closed as she dared.

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Isaac Merlo | Mission: Sandstorm Spirit

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Isaac Merlo

Rising from the Ashes [M]

POSTED ON May 13, 2024 22:31:55 GMT

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[attr="class","textbox"]"There ya go, little guy."[break][break]

The purple scarf that fluttered around Isaac's mouth and nose made him the spitting image of his patron, but it wasn't just a fashion statement. With the soot storm raging down from Mt. Pyre, it was the one thing stopping Isaac from coughing up a lung. He peered down at the Spoink in his arms through the reflective goggles slapped over his eyes, wiping their mirrored surface clean.[break][break]

With the attempts on Isaac's life slowing down by each month, moments like this were what really put his powers to the test. Search and rescue was a ranger's bread and butter. Who could search better than the guy that could run with the wind? Who could rescue better than the guy that could patch up your injuries on the way out?[break][break]

Of course, that cheat only worked the first time. While the winds that surrounded him kept those in his company safe from most harm, a sootstorm like this was another story entirely. His winds would carry the soot alongside him, leaving the poor Spoink at the mercy of the storm. Not ideal.[break][break]

"We're gonna get you somewhere safe, okay? So just close your eyes and trust me." Even with his warm eyes and soft smile covered, the tenderness in his voice helped reassure the Spoink. He held it close to his chest as if he were a living shelter, occasionally giving his arms a little pump to help its motion-assisted heart keep beating.[break][break]

Their destination was simple; the psychic trail of the Spoinks' kin.[break][break]

Unfortunately, the storm wouldn't make that easy. Buffeted from all sides, Isaac was left stumbling blind through the sootstorm. At times he tried to tip the scales, calling up a shield of ice to keep the soot at bay. Unfortunately, Lavaridge laughed at his efforts. The sweltering temperature and galeforce winds quickly chipped it down to nothing.[break][break]

They couldn't go on like this. For now, they'd need to take shelter until the storm eased up. Squinting through bleary eyes, Isaac made his way to what looked to be a sufficient shelter. Even as the stunted tree bent in the force of the storm, it held fast, leaving a pale shadow from where the soot couldn't reach. It was perfect. Throwing caution to the wind, Isaac made his way to the shelter and huddled behind it.[break][break]

So focused was he on getting the Spoink to safety that he didn't even realize when his elbow came to rest against another's.

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dreamflower

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December 12

Anistar City, Kalos

Bisexual

Blacksmith, bladesmith

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Art is risk

Tempered by wisdom

5'7"/170 cm height

A keen mind cuts deeper than even the sharpest sword.

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Aurelie Lefevre

Rising from the Ashes [M]

POSTED ON May 16, 2024 21:48:50 GMT

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[attr="class","aurelie_lyrics"]How can you rise, if you have not burned?

[attr="class","aurelie_body"]Aurelie shuddered as she dared a quick glance to squint up at the sky, which was positively black now with whirling soot, dirt, and sand whipped up by the wind. She was grateful for the shelter provided by the stunted tree, particularly against occasional gusts so strong she wouldn't have been able to stand up against them. Huddling against the tree trunk, she considered her options.

Thankfully, her pants and long sleeves covered her limbs and torso, Aurelie could already feel the skin on her face stinging from the abrasive flying sand and soot. Thinking frantically, she rummaged through the tote bag where she'd brought a swimsuit and large towel for the hot springs. Pulling out a knife, she started cutting a strip off the towel to wrap around the lower half of her face.

So intent was she on this task that when an errant elbow suddenly bumped hers, the redhead jumped and let out a startled yelp. "Arceus! What the..." she burst out, looking up toward her unexpected guest. "When did you get here?"

With a final convulsive jerk, Aurelie finished tearing through the towel. Tying it tightly over her nose, cheeks, and mouth, she felt better for having some cloth to breathe through. Only then did she turn fully toward the other person who'd joined her under the tree's hunched-over trunk.

She chuckled wryly to see the other person's far more sensible getup of protective goggles and a scarf around their face. I wish I'd come so well-prepared, Aurelie reflected, sucking in a breath through her towel. Under all that, through the haze of soot, it was impossible to see much of their face.

Her voice muffled now by her own face wrapping, she ventured cautiously, "Sorry about that. I didn't expect to see anyone else out here. You took me a bit by surprise!"

A small, plaintive oink drew Aurelie's eye toward the Spoink huddling at the base of the tree, spattered with ash and soot. She swallowed a little at the sight of its pearl, reminding her of a mission years ago to steal them off their Pokemon.

"Hopefully, this tree will be enough to block the storm for all of us," she murmured apprehensively, brushing soot out of her hair. "Do you happen to have any idea how long it's supposed to last?"

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