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nicholas steele
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POSTED ON Nov 1, 2024 4:45:56 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","nick"] [attr="class","body"] 102 is a strange place, these days. no longer the bustling path it once was, but a warzone, scorched earth underfoot. there's a silence in the air, anticipation simmering in the bones of the earth, sun casting a blood-red glow over the upturned soil. or perhaps that's just the remains of a once grand tree, collapsed in on itself, scattered across the dirt. sometimes, it's hard to tell.[break][break] it's even harder when he can hear the distant rumble of explosions, echoing in his bones. rocket, likely, tearing down the heart of petalburg once again. he can't help but feel a sick sort of anger curl in his gut at the idea that they're the reason he has no home, the reason he can't find respite. not that he deserves it.[break][break] nick breathes in shakily, and steps forward regardless, boots hitting the dry earth with a surprising lack of sound. he can still feel the way his heart throbs in his chest, feel the thin sheen of sweat beginning to prickle at the back of his neck despite the chilling air. he can feel his body's innate desire to flee, to take off, to run and never look back.[break][break] he ignores it. after all, that's what he's here for. that's what he always does. pushing forward, helping where he can, even if nobody really wants him around. the rangers certainly don't, in this war. he's only here because he was once one of team rocket, because he knows their movement patterns, knows how to spot a disturbance in the dirt. he isn't trusted, just useful, and that's the most he can ask for. at least, that's his view of it.[break][break] so, he does as he's told, setting up for observation on the edge of route 102, and settles into his work, gaze flickering across every curve and divot and disturbance. though his thoughts and feelings may be tumultuous and terrible, roiling like a stormy sea, his surface remains placid, still, unyielding. in the end, he is still a ranger. he will do his duty, and he will do it well.[break][break] and, eventually, someone else arrives. a rookie, he assumes, from the way they carry themselves. nick doesn't blame them, doesn't even turn to look at them. instead, he simply nods, acknowledging their presence with a quick duck of his chin. he doesn't know what to say, isn't even sure if he's capable of words right now.[break][break] "nicholas steele," he says finally, voice quiet and even despite the choking humidity, aching breeze, the terrible breeze of smoke rising from petalburg. he speaks as though they are not sitting on the edge of the abyss. "...are you the one they assigned here too?" [attr="class","pkmn"] [attr="class","credit"] MADE BY GUNSMILE [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=".nick"]--accent:#D8AD43;font:12px Poppins;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick b"]color:var(--accent);font:bold 14px Roboto;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nick u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nick a"]font:12px Poppins;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nick h1"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick h2"]font:14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:.2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .credit"]width:100px;background-color:#232323;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .credit a"]font-size:10px;[/newclass] |
