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It's not unusual for Chrysanthe to walk off on her own, guarded by forces that she can't nor feels any pleasure in explaining or reasoning. They exist and allow her to live comfortably in this place, even as the world burns down. Even as war rages, she remains in her glass castle, in this wonderful dream where everything is just fine ... but it cracks, and the longer they wander the once-familiar routes, the more she runs into things she cannot remember (battles, scars - wild creatures at unrest, nature being undone in the favour of human greed and human determination), she wonders ... Where is she even headed to? Where are they supposed to go? Be?[break]
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The longer she goes on, the more of her Pokémon - those that they packed, leaving behind everyone else in uproar and unrest over this strange disappearance of their trainer, their princess, their precious one - appear close to her, as if guarding the young one amidst their middle. Doireann the Mawile looks uneasy as Aisling the Munna and Catriona the Hatenna accompany her easily, with Liadan the Gardevoir walking hand-in-hand with Chrysanthe, Benedict the Iron Valiant showing off some of its magic tricks. It's ... eerily peaceful, amidst the strangeness of this place, and she doesn't even remember that she should go home soon. She doesn't remember - until-[break]
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With wonder, she watches the figure of her sister appear in front of her, her face morphing to that of joy at first - it's Lavinia! Does she want to join her walk-? But that breaks so soon, terror washing over her expression as she flinches at her full name being spoken, like some evil spell that has her terrified. An evil spell that reveals the figure in front of them to be scratched and bruised and mad, in rage, wrathful, and so very unlike the sister she knows. She cowers at the cold tone as her shadows quivers in anticipation of a blow that never comes, at the harsh words that make it through her stubborn mind. Her face pales as she takes a step back, their Pokémon further crowding around her as they sense the fear she holds.[break]
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This isn't. This can't be- it has to be someone else, someone who isn't - it can't be.[break]
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A tear falls down her face, her voice trembling, "y-you ... you're - you're not my sister. I - I hate you!" Her last words echo in the lonely forest, burnt and bruised just like the figure in front of her. An evil spirit? Is the forest mad at her? They feel their throat closing as she is barely able to hold back her tears anymore, turning to the Gardevoir with an urgent voice, "please ... take me away, take me away-" Her mind is a mess - she doesn't know what to feel, what to think, what to-[break]
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But with one careful Teleport, glances exchanged between the Iron Valiant and the Gardevoir, the latter disappears with Aisling, Catriona - and Chrysanthe, leaving only Doireann and Benedict. The latter is quite ready to take on the remaining in battle if needed, honing their blade - all in the service of their chosen one. Whereas Doireann looks nervous, trying to walk up to Lavinia with a plead on his lips, but unable to form the words she might be better to understand. He turns to Linus instead, hoping ... but considering the state of things, how long this must have been going on, he doesn't know. He just doesn't know anymore.

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Chrysanthe does not notice her sister lunging forth, nor the words that are uttered in plea - all she notices is a surging darkness in her mind, too closed off to what is actually happening to realise the truth of the matter. All she can think of is wanting to be gone, gone, gone - gone, wherever it may be, as long as it's away from here.[break]
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Once safely landed in a different part of the forests is Gardevoir laying easy, offering a warm embrace to the young one and her troubled Pokémon that scatter and collect all around her. The princess - the young girl weeps, and weeps, feeling an ache in her heart that she so rarely experiences in full, if ever. This can't be her world. Her world isn't so - bruised, and broken, and lonely. Her world shouldn't be like this - the forest burnt, nature scratched and bruised, with a raging spirit of the woods lashing out on her in the form of her sister. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry - I'm so very sorry ..." she mutters, repeats amidst her sobbing, unable to see past of what she thinks to be true. It's a scary world outside ... but inside, as well.[break]
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The Hatenna is looking at her trainer with distress, reaching out to connect with the other physically despite the turmoil that she herself is facing in the presence of so many overwhelming emotions. This is why she cannot let her suffer like this, why reality can't be fit for such an innocent soul that longs - no, that belongs in a world where everything is as she wants it to be. Exchanging glances with the Munna, Aisling begins to lull her to sleep as the Gardevoir nods - letting out a small sigh. Silently, they communicate her return to the shores, to finish this once and for all. She knows that she can ... trust the shadows that roam alongside the princess. So, she teleports back.[break]
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It's only for the Mawile to witness the fall of Lavinia, watches with horror as the Hatterene and the Iron Valiant exchange blows and blades of psychic energy, determination on either of their faces, standing for who and what they believe to be worth the fight. The eldest Kubrick sister scares him in this moment, though his fear is more for her well-being - the well-being of Chrysanthe, of both of the sisters, of all the sisters that are past the stage of toddlers and younglings. Furiously, the Mawile begins to gesture as Lavinia speaks, trying to implore the other not to think that her sister would hate her because he knows that Chrysanthe does not, could never truly hate for someone she holds so dearly to her heart. There is no part in this world, no place in this universe where this world could hold any true value. But still ... Doireann is limited to intangible sounds and frantic gestures alone, shaking his head (and the attached second mouth with it) to fully make a point that matters, or so he thinks as he looks more desperate and sombre the longer this goes on.[break]
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He is quick to attach himself to her side, careful to see if there is any discomfort from the other, as the Hatenna disengages from battle, leaving Benedict on stand-by himself - not attacking the wounded foe as the Mawile expresses his trust in the other. And just as Lavinia mentions the Gardevoir ... Liadan appears once more, her eyes glowing a dangerous determination, readying an attack as she stands by the side of the Iron Valiant, both dual types to hinder any advances, as long as the well-being of their chosen one is not secured; Double Teams from either Pokémon are multiplying their presences, building a wall of illusions amidst this cruel reality. Mistrust stemming from both of them is palpable in the air as they regard the Mawile silently, the only reason they haven't outright attacked just yet.

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