you can't kill me

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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Magnetic

Admin Fox
He/Him
28
May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.
Single
5'9 (with hat) height
5'9 (with hat) height
The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.
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howard slayte
you can't kill me
POSTED ON Oct 16, 2024 18:38:16 GMT
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"We are cogs in a machine that incorporates all evil into itself. The only thing we have is each other."

Yet he was far more willing to toss Temp aside than Cillian was. Cillian loved him. Howard hated him. Even now, months later, the Ultra Deep Sea was not a wound that abated without a mass of scar tissue to protect it. Temp had looked him in the eye and told him that if push came to shove, he would damn Howard Slayte again.

There was no world in which Temp prioritized another life over Cillian Quinn. There was no reason for Howard to follow that dogma.

Yet was this what Rocket had become? A group of interchangeable parts, according to 's belief? As long as there were those who wished for more than they were given, Team Rocket would live on. Did that mean they had to damn every failure to the scrap heap?

Was that why languished in prison? Why 's death was acceptable?

"If you step near that cocoon, you won't come out. You will die, and Team Rocket needs you more than it needs him. Rocket Beasts are cheap. Underbosses are not. He said it with the flippancy of a man who had made a Rocket Beast with a snap of a finger. could hate him for the proclamation, but it was true. "Cillian."

He barred the way forward, and Regirock stood with him.

"Take another step forward, and I'll beat you bloody. I can't win, but I can stall you." The admin's eye flickered. "Isn't that right..."

He looked up towards the shadow-crusted sky.

"...Lugia?"







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thorn

the Harbinger
he/him
37
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
underboss
the harbinger
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
you can't kill me
POSTED ON Oct 18, 2024 1:55:18 GMT
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says his name. Cillian had always assumed the man didn't know it. It's certainly enough to get his attention. He pauses, though he does not turn around.[break][break]

"I'm not doing this for Rocket."[break][break]

This wasn't about securing the mission's goal.[break][break]

"I'm doing this for my fucking husband."[break][break]

It's probably the most treacherous statement they'll ever hear the Harbinger make. He is a paragon of Rocket loyalty. He would never betray them. Not even for Temp.[break][break]

But this isn't a betrayal. This is a line in the sand.[break][break]

He doesn't truly register the threat that Hitoshi poses, still staring at Yveltal's morbid cocoon and not the sword at the dog's hip. It's 's flippant comment that sees him turn, sharp.[break][break]

"How dare you?"[break][break]

There's shock beneath the fury in his voice. Had that threat really come from Howard? Did he think that his actions at Petalburg made him a god, immune to the consequences of challenging a superior?[break][break]

Cillian's shadow warps with his twisting aura, the fear fading in the path of his fury. His veins pulse the same corrupt purple-black of his narrowed eyes. He registers Hitoshi's hand on the sword, now, and Regirock standing ready at Howard's side. They truly meant to fight him.[break][break]

Well, then. Let them learn the hard way.[break][break]

Cillian, too, looks at Lugia. He knows she will stand by him; had felt her surge of contempt at Howard's brazen words. She isn't looking at him. Her ruby gaze is pinned on Admin and Beast.[break][break]

HARM HIM, AND IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU DO.[break][break]

Cillian knows a brief, sweet triumph.[break][break]

Then her gaze flicks up to meet his, and the world goes white with pain.[break][break]

Like a puppet with its strings cut, the Harbinger collapses. Lips parted in a silent scream of agony, he grips at his temples until blood slides from beneath his shadowed claws. The pain is so great that he can't move, can barely think. Only a horrible sense of betrayal builds in his chest, two pinpricks of red the only thing he can envision in a sea of white. His body trembles.[break][break]

I trusted you.[break][break]

It's too much for an already spent system to take.[break][break]

As he falls unconscious, the Guardian of the Seas cuts the psychic connection she'd exploited, the very same she'd nurtured with years of trust and patience. She watches the two golems as though daring their masters to send them against her fallen champion, then turns the PRESSURE of her attention onto the two Rockets.[break][break]

DO WHAT YOU MUST, BUT DO IT QUICKLY.

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she z-moved him but he doesn't know that lmao


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Teddie

Black Dog, the weakest beast
He/Him
29
November 9th
Goldenrod
Heterosexual
Assassin
Beast
5'3" and 1/2 height
5'3" and 1/2 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Hitoshi Inoue
you can't kill me
POSTED ON Oct 18, 2024 2:06:48 GMT
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[player]https://file.garden/ZaGpjXeHfDeFela_/Meatgrinder.mp3[/player]


He does not want to fight @cillian. There are precious few things in the world he wants less. It’s not about winning or losing. It’s about a rule of nature so simple that any fool who sees a Lycanroc can understand the thrust: the pack must stick together. If the pack turns upon itself, the pack dies.[break]
Inoue Hitoshi does not even register ’s words. They ring true. He is replaceable. would tell him precisely the same thing. Beasts can be made. Symbols can be reforged. It isn’t about symbols.[break]
It’s about survival. Just beyond Cillian, he feels the malevolent aura of the cocoon. He feels what it threatens to do. What he does here might well ripple out beyond the border of the borders.[break]
REGINALD! YOUR BOSS SAYS TO LISTEN TO ME. USE BLIZZARD ON THE COCOON!” Frantic at the dawning realization of what occurs just beyond the edge of their fight, he waves his sword in a flurry. He covers @cillian’s body with his own, trying to shield him from the cold.[break]
Grab Blondie! Get outta here! I’ll be right behind! GRAMPS! Use Blizzard, too!” And so water and cold air sweep upon Yveltal’s resting place, Tempest Quinn’s final resting place. It is that, or the destruction of all of them and much of this place.




[attr="class","hitoshi-notes"]❖ Note for Shiv: Magnetic gave me permission to use Regice for this thread.
❖ Lapras and Regice are out. Both use Blizzard on the cocoon. Hitoshi shields Cillian's body with his own, imploring Howard to grab Cillian and get him out while he secures the cocoon so it doesn't do anything fucky.

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Magnetic

Admin Fox
He/Him
28
May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.
Single
5'9 (with hat) height
5'9 (with hat) height
The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.
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howard slayte
you can't kill me
POSTED ON Oct 18, 2024 2:40:27 GMT
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"Tsk." Instinctively, the admin took a step backward, cursing himself for stepping back and balking in the eyes of a predator. Yet there's no shame in quavering before Lugia. She was the queen of an entire walk of life. Her rule over Cillian's menagerie was unchallenged. "Damn."

Another step back. The admin was not a craven, to hide under a rock until the storm blew over. He had grown beyond that.

It was not cowardice to step backward. It was bravery to step forward after stepping back.

Step. So he did.

Though it ended up being wholly unnecessary. had sided with him, and even Lugia herself had decried the Harbinger's decision as nothing more than the folly of someone unequivocally guided by love. She, more than any other Legendary Pokemon, knew the weight of love. As poisoned and noxious as it might have been.

"Thanks, Lugia. I'd rather not fight you. Crushing an ant is hardly worth the time. Crushing two, less so."

Despite the Pressure holding him down, the admin closed the distance between himself and the underboss. He had no need to balk from the cold. Ten months of exposure from Regice was enough for the admin to consider this Blizzard nothing more than a modest breeze. After sneezing, though, the admin made a note to bring better attire next time.

"I'm sorry, Cillian. You don't deserve this, but..." The admin shouldered the underboss, before stepping away. "...we can't lose you too. We've lost one Quinn today."

He trudged off.

"We're done." The admin shouted. "We're falling back, Hitoshi!"

Good riddance. Yet as they trudged off, the admin made a note of the tears freezing to his face.



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yams

temporary
he/him
29
may 3rd
pacifilog, hoenn
big homo
housewife
beast
you are my
church tonight
6'2" height
6'2" height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Tempest Quinn
you can't kill me
POSTED ON Oct 18, 2024 6:42:16 GMT
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Death had always nipped at the heels of the Rararie bloodline.[break][break]

Tane Rararie holds his wife's hand as she slips away from him.[break][break]

It is the most frail he has ever seen his wife. Laying in a hospital bed too large for her body frame, Tane sits and listens to the quiet beeping and rushes of air from the equipment. It has been hours since she has opened her eyes last. The doctors and nurses hem and haw in the hallway. They are waiting on him. Waiting on him to pull the proverbial plug and let his sweet Malia be taken into Mother's arms.[break][break]

It had been a long and hard battle with cancer. He and his three sons had been forced to watch the once-strong woman shrink down to what she is now. Deep down, Tane knows that death would be a mercy. Yet, as he thinks about all he is losing with out her....[break][break]

When the doctors finish, the flat-line haunts his dreams for weeks.[break][break]

Tulio Rararie stares over the windswept ocean. A numb dread fills his chest as the static from the radio before him continues. As it had been for an hour now, as it had been since before he had arrived in Pacifidlog. Barely twenty, he had been late to join his father and older brothers on a fishing trip. They had went out without him, and...[break][break]

Winds picks up again. The storm had yet to stop, sheets of rainfall blanketing the whole encampment. All of the other fishing boats had already arrived. Tulio stands in the station and stares at the radio. An older gentleman sits awkwardly beside him. They do not talk as the weight sinks down on their shoulders.[break][break]

Because it is not true static that comes from the boat's signal. It is dead air. And that means....[break][break]

Tulio searches sandbars for days a time looking for remains of the wreckage.[break][break]

Norman Rararie watches as his younger sister slips from the wet wood and into the churning ocean. He is eight, and he was supposed to be watching her, but Aurora had slipped out without him noticing. He screams, the storm muffing the sound, and leaps in after her.[break][break]

When he wakes up, waterlogged and confused, his sister and mother are gone. The woman had saved him, then went back for his sister, but....[break][break]

Two graves are visited multiple times a year.[break][break]

Death lays seeds.[break][break]

And inside of Norman Rararie, it had blossomed like a flower. The 'call of the void' some named it. The deep desire to die.[break][break]

Norman Rararie had never considered himself suicidal. That doesn't mean he was right.

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yams

temporary
he/him
29
may 3rd
pacifilog, hoenn
big homo
housewife
beast
you are my
church tonight
6'2" height
6'2" height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Tempest Quinn
you can't kill me
POSTED ON Oct 18, 2024 7:01:24 GMT
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The call for death was a deep pit that always rested at the very center of who Temp was. You do risky and stupid things when it's all you can process. Perhaps this is what draws him to Rocket. While to others, even himself, Temp would say it was for money or a trill... the truth was something much darker. Temp had a death wish, one he would not fulfill by his own hands. But if someone else did it, wouldn't that be easier?[break][break]

does his best to fill that yawning hole with love.[break][break]

It is soft kisses and affirmations. It is harsh truths. It is the herculean effort of allowing someone else to look inside of yourself, knowing they could be disgusting by what they see. Cillian looks at the most dirty parts of Temp and promises to adore him for who he is, for what he could be. So Temp takes his hand and promises to worship him in return. It is dogma laced with honey.[break][break]

Some will look at it, at what Temp has become, and say it is a wicked and warped sort of love.[break][break]

But that same love is what keeps Temp going. It is fuel added to a fire. His flame is not snuffed out prematurely (as it should have been, the universe had once said). He goes and goes and goes because he does not want to be one more person who made Cillian cry. Temp loves and is loved with open arms.[break][break]

Even love can not change the nature of death, however. Love does not keep hands from growing cold or tears of grief from falling. It does not uproot the desires in Temp's chest, only makes them easier to ignore.[break][break]

Temp still throws himself in front of bullets, claws, teeth, and whatever danger crosses him. Only, now, Temp can lie to himself. 'I don't do it because I want to die' he would say, knowing that the words held improper weight on his tongue. 'I only want to protect you.' is spilled afterward. His narrow view can not understand why this answer does not yield the results he seeks.[break][break]

Maybe some part of it is even true. Temp would rather the people around him live and himself die. But like those too bought into their delusions, Temp can not see that he does not have to die in order to save others. His corpse's only use is not to nurture the growth of those outside of himself, if only he could see it.[break][break]

Then things change.[break][break]

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yams

temporary
he/him
29
may 3rd
pacifilog, hoenn
big homo
housewife
beast
you are my
church tonight
6'2" height
6'2" height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Tempest Quinn
you can't kill me
POSTED ON Oct 18, 2024 7:19:24 GMT
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Tempest Quinn bleeds out in Yveltal's embrace.[break][break]

It is not a quick process. Shock makes the gaping wound in his chest only a numb throb. He gasps wetly in the suffocating heat and darkness. Yveltal is still save for the occasional deep breaths. Even the bright shine of electric blue is obscured from his vision, either closed or him crushed at too awkward an angle to see. Brown eyes want to roll into the back of his head and stay there.[break][break]

This situation was one that Tempest had always wanted.[break][break]

Do something to feel like Tempest saved the people he cares about. Then Tempest would martyr himself. He would know that his life was given over so that others might live, the ultimate sacrifice. A true death, one that no one could be upset at him for. Even if the idea of losing him made them sad, if they knew it was for the greater good how could they be angry?[break][break]

A dream come true.[break][break]

When faced with the reality of it, of that pit finally getting what it always wanted, Tempest is faced with a different feeling.[break][break]

Shifting, Tempest tries to kick and weakly push at the legend. His hands only find the soft fluff of it's mane and tugs lightly. Yveltal does not move other than to draw in another breath. It jostles the horn he is impaled on, a spike of pain shooting from his core and outwards. He can't feel his fingers or toes.[break][break]

A deep sob wracks from his fading body, surprising even himself.[break][break]

"I don't want to die."[break][break]

Final words are slurred, tongue feeling thick and heavy in his mouth.[break][break]

This passing should have been peaceful, a testament to his final show of love for those around him. Yet all he feels is fear and sadness and the occasional flicker of anger as his breathing gets harder and harder. Tempest can't even have this. The satisfaction of knowing what he did mattered. It all just feels empty and hot and cold and painful.[break][break]

That is the sad truth of it. There is no poignancy in death. There is only pain for everyone who touches it. You leave those who care about you behind with the weight of your absence. Death is a period. There would be thousands of sentences written after yours had ended. Those who lived on had to endure the burden of the shape you left behind.[break][break]

Tempest Quinn can now see what the emptiness inside his chest really was. What sick irony is it that it's much too late? He had never wanted to die, not really. Tempest has just been guilty to be the one who survived.[break][break]

So his last breaths are spent quietly sniffling, scared, and alone with Death itself. Tempest's head lolls to rest on Yveltal's, hot face finding no relief in the avian's scaled head. Chapped cheeks run hot with tears, dripping salt onto the other. He closes his eyes with the knowledge that he will not be opening them again.[break][break]

As Tempest Quinn dies, he does not flashback his entire life. All he can see is the future he stole from his own hands.

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TEMPEST X CILLIAN X HOWARD X HITOSHI


TEMPEST QUINN DOES NOT WANT TO DIE. He had always thought that he had to. He had always been on borrowed time: extra spool cruelly granted by a karmic fisherman's scarred hands. When death crawls up from his feet and around his neck as sepulchral stone, the future dies too.

But Temp's entombed epiphany is a ringing bell.

Yveltal does not kill needlessly, and Temp's death, determined by the overseer of finality, is undeserved, for the Destruction Pokemon begins to reverse the lapidification of his life—and in the process of returning life grants some of its own to him to take forevermore—

[attr="class","chosen"]YOU ARE WORTHY
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yveltal has chosen , the sanguivore, as their avatar.[break]
receives the following perks:


  • temp survival within yveltal's cocoon leaves his body irrevocably changed. yams may decide upon temp's newfound appearance.


  • temp can pick a target he sees to mark for death. the target will feel the dread of death, rendering them vulnerable to increased harm. this target can be more easily tracked by temp and yveltal.


  • temp can drain infinity energy (lifeforce) out of living things in a small radius around him. this vampiric ability is amplified by touch. any infinity energy that is drained will heal him and/or strengthen him. while 's abilities burn the "spirit or soul" of a being, 's petrifies and slowly turns organic material into stone.

    temp must drain infinity energy periodically or else he may feel weak.


  • temp will automatically enter an unconscious purgatorial state when gravely wounded. instead of the dying, temp will start to siphon the infinity energy (lifeforce) out of anything nearby to heal himself. the time needed to completely heal depends on his injuries and how much infinity energy was and is present around him.


  • temp possesses a petrifying gaze that is similar but unlike 's ability. if a pokemon or person meets temp's eyes, he can prevent them from moving by slowly turning them into stone. with collaboration, this gaze may periodically petrify a target completely into stone for a brief second before the target is freed (e.g. a temporary stun).


  • temp can 'execute' (e.g. knock unconscious or in certain cases, kill) a pokemon or person that has little health left by touching them.


  • temp may place yveltal in his personal computer and choose its moveset like a gachapon pokemon.



When Temp reemerges from the cocoon with Yveltal, at least a week and a half have passed.

A shard of the Yveltal remains in The Border to maintain order.



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When the cocoon splits open, Tempest falls like a butterfly from it's confides.[break][break]

Weak, confused, slightly slimy- he gasps in the dirt of the Border as Yveltal stands over him.[break][break]

His heart flutters in a rhythm it should have been denied. Death comes for all eventually. Yet, it did not come for Tempest as it had come for many others. A headache splits behind his temples, eyes tacky and heavy with sleep. He does not have the strength to lift his arm and block out the unnatural glow of purgatory's light. His mouth is dry and stomach cramps from hunger.[break][break]

Time escapes him in slow crawls and massive leaps. Blackness fades in and out with his consciousness.[break][break]

One moment, he is on the ground. Then, he is laying in the darkness of a cavern on cool stone. Then, the rushing of air around him and the grip of tight claws.[break][break]

When Tempest finally, properly wakes up he is in the middle of a fierce storm. He lays limp on the edge of a muddy path, the outline of Petalburg close enough to touch. The confusion is still there, the off hollow feeling, the exhaustion. Yet it is not as bad as before. And isn't someone... isn't close? He would be home, right? It didn't look... was it late? It was hard to tell with all the rain clouds overhead.[break][break]

So Tempest Quinn pushes himself to his feet and makes his way home, not seeing the ring of dead grass that follows him like a halo.
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🔗 time to cause problems on purpose


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