The Robust
He/Him/His
Twenty-Eight
October 30th
Bevaridge Town
Biomesexual
Pokemon Educator/Vlogger/Biome Enthusiast
Avatar/Gym Leader/Elite Ranger
See ya later, Feraligatr!
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POSTED ON Apr 25, 2021 8:35:58 GMT
"Now that," Zac agreed, "is a fantastic question." He stood a ways back from the rubbles, surveying the complete destruction of the workshop. The plastic and faux-metal fabric of his ruined jacket had cooled, fusing completely to his skin, giving the impression that there was a stronger, golden form bursting through from underneath. The destruction had been his fault, in a way, but not through any malice or planning. He had been wounded, out of his mind, and thankfully everyone in the building when the hearth exploded had already been dead or got out okay. What did happen? Zac asked himself, struggling to put together the chunks of memory. His mind was thoroughly muddled by smoke, conflict and at least one concussion. He walked over to where the door had been at the start of the day, talking as he retraced his steps. "I remember arriving and heading inside," he said, stepping across the non-existent threshold. "Dave was wounded, so I healed him." Zac looked around, found the remnants of what had been the hallway, and pushed aside some rubble, as if doing so would clear up his scattered memory. "Then...there was a noise? I went down the hallway and then there was, uh, and explosion. The first explosion." Zac said, correcting himself. He stood around for a moment, getting his bearings. "Yeah. Something blew up, and when I got back up there was smoke everywhere. After that things get hazy but...I remember you being there already. What did you see? What caused that first explosion?"
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