She/Her
19
January 5
Dewford
Lesbian
Ranger
Elite Ranger (ooc)
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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[attr="class","samcam"] Thank Arceus that Roy was out there and well enough to wave at her. "Mun, stay here for support." She returned Quagsire to his pokeball and sent Sinistea out instead, who was directed to float out to Roy and use ally switch with Robin to put her by his side instead. The first thing she noticed was that the ruins were filled with runic symbols she couldn't recognize. Then, of course, that Roy wasn't bleeding out or anything crazy out here. "Glad you're ok. Geez, you're brave for that earlier charge." And stupid, but she couldn't find the word under the weight of her relief. "You dragon type trainers are a little, mm, scrappy? I think is how my mom would put it." She laughed brokenly with relief and even threw herself at him to wrap him in a hug. After seeing Carslisle on the ground, she needed the good news. As stupid as his charge might have been, he had clearly handled himself. She was grateful to have him on her team. And it was good of them to group up again; a united force was best. They needed to get back to the encampment to continue their assault. "Let's get back to the camp and take out the Genesect. We need- what is that?" She gestured to the odd cube. Suddenly, she was aware of how unusual the energy was in the cave. It reminded her a little of power spots, but it was not the same as that residual dynamax energy. Something was different. "What is this?"Beside the cube, something flickered into view. Cloaked in red, a skull looked back at her with an illuminated soul stuck inside. The very Duskull she had envisioned years ago, the one she told her family about and was unceremoniously dismissed for. More quietly, she echoed, "what is this?"The draconic ruins are identical to the Border. Wispy shadow rolls out at her feet like fog. The distance between her and the red Duskull seems to stretch right before her eyes until they're hundreds of yards apart. The fog rolls upwards like walls, generating a labyrinth. She knew of this from what she had read about the Border, but she had been lucky enough to not be stuck in it herself. She had no idea what had happened to Roy and the ruins, but she couldn't afford to pass up her chance.
She lurched into the labyrinth at full speed, curling around corners and backtracking at dead ends. Her footfalls echoed loudly, too loudly, as she hurried through. She couldn't dawdle, everyone was counting on her, but she couldn't let this opportunity pass through her fingertips. This was huge. She could feel it in her heart.
This was evidence she was a psychic like the rest of her family, that she wasn't a black sheep. How else could she have imagined a shiny Duskull before knowing the pokemon, how else could its visage fill her mind and ask to be pursued all those years ago? Her mom had called it a dream. A child's folly. A poor attempt to cling to the fame and reputation the family had garnered for their fortune telling work over the years.
It felt like hours passed.
Hours of recalling every heartless remark from her parents, every pitying glance from her siblings, every night spent travelling Hoenn as a Ranger because being home felt far more unsafe than the wilds. Something jagged twisted in her chest as panic began to set in, that she wouldn't be able to reach it in this moment and would fall short with nothing to show for it.
All this time in the fog and not a glimpse of that Duskull.
She reached another dead end and slammed her fists on the impossibly solid wall of fog before her. "Enough already!" Hot tears welled in her eyes. She had Gwen to protect. She had Genesects to immobilize. She had Rockets to kill. This couldn't come before her mission, not when Hoenn's fate rested on it. As much as she needed it, and really needed it, she couldn't be this selfish. She wanted to. She wanted to so bad that the loss of it hurt her worse than the guilt of wanting it, worse than the shame of wasting so much time on this fruitless pursuit when she was a fucking soldier on the battlefield.
She looked at her hands, stunned to see her tears fall on them. This Duskull might have an important lesson for her or some premonition for the future as she had suspected all along, but the future wasn't more important than the present. What was the future if she failed, now, and let Rocket win? She wiped the wetness from her hands. She couldn't worry about any of this until she had killed every Rocket on the island. They took Carlisle. They could take nothing else. She was on the war path. The fury of this failure only fueled that vindictive, hateful thing beating in her chest.
She turned, determined to find her way out from which she came, only to see it there.
Her breath caught in her throat. She felt so light-headed she sank like a rock, landing on her ass and struggling to articulate a thought. It floated closer, slowly, and for a brief moment, she felt it necessary to scramble away. But she fought the urge. Her eyes met its illuminated soul and she thought immediately of her Type: Null, the tortured creature she rescued from the sick Rocket scientist in Rustboro. How she had struggled to connect with it until it continued to see her anger and hate, how it treated her like a kindred spirit after her last phone call with her mom when she said the unforgivable.
Her hands reached out for the Duskull. Her hands went through it, its wispy-foggy form impossible to hold. She could see her hands through its form. They appeared to be bathed in red, colored in the tint of the blood red Duskull's body. She turned them over and examined them for vary angles wondering if something would appear in them, if the Duskull was about to illuminate some fated truth to her.
But they were just her hands... appearing as though they were covered in blood.
She looked into its soul as understanding dawned on her. She had visualized this imagery, the blood-stained hands, since she had made the decision to stop holding back against Rocket. Then, the item of her vision appeared, after all these years?
It could be nothing else but a confirmation she was on the right path. Something clicks. She blinks. There's nothing there. But it was not a delusion. It was not a dream. The vision... it's unmistakable. Her purpose is solidified: she will leave with Rocket blood on her hands. Empowered, she turns to Roy with newfound strength. "Let's get back to the fight."- Meanwhile, Mun found Gwen on the battlefield. He would try to hoist her up on his shoulder for protection. Gwendolyn Conway Roy Aker Goes to Roy's side, leaving Mun to support the battle. She tries to tackle him for a hug, glad he's alive after seeing Carlisle's form. She asks about the ruins and revisits an old vision. The Duskull can only mean her assigned purpose is the correct one. She insists on returning to the encampment to finish what they started. 10 MP per IC post in your prelude thread. 50 MP have your character experience great pride, joy, relief, or have confidence grow. 50 MP have your character directly or indirectly spotlight another writer's character's strengths. [newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass] |
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