Luke
He/Him/His
23
June 6th
Phenac City, Orre
Demisexual
Ranger
Cadet
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Lucas LeBlanc
Dragon Patrol
POSTED ON Apr 7, 2021 2:00:33 GMT
Raziel Pryde? Lucas had taken a look through their credentials before heading out on this mission, never once was this name mentioned from the information that was publicly available. A number of questions were raised, though none of them were important at the moment, each one dwarfed by the presence of this legendary dragon. “He’s right, Reshiram. We can’t allow you to continue this wanton destruction, the Pokémon that live here don’t deserve to suffer for what others may have done to you, or him.” Picking up his belongings from the ground, Lucas crossed through the various defenses that had been set up by their Pokémon, despite the obvious danger this presented to himself. “I’m going to examine him, whether you want me to or not. If you really must kill me for trying to help, then so be it.”
Offering a nod of confidence towards Razz, he stepped closer to Reshiram, nearer to the Pokémon than he had been before this point. A soft growl rippled through the air from the throat of Reshiram, one that seemed to indicate he was allowed to continue but shouldn’t attempt anything unpredictable. Lucas knelt down next to the body that lay before the great Pokémon, able to feel an intense heat radiating off it from this distance that caused beads of sweat to form on his skin. “Arceus…” He muttered underneath his breath as he inspected the wounds that covered the stranger, already knowing that the outcome wouldn’t be favorable. Pressing two fingers against the neck of the body, he soon discovered there was no discernable pulse or semblance of breathing. “...I’m sorry, he’s…”
HELP! A command rippled through his mind, the ground around him shaking as the growl deepened with an aggressive fervor. “I can’t, he’s dea-...”
I SAID, HELP! Another demand rattled through his mind, able to feel the heat building in the throat of the mighty beast as though it was going to attack. Lucas pulled the body onto it’s back and quickly began working on chest compressions, pumping his palms against the sternum of the body in the particular rhythm required. Although there was a great amount of anger that he could sense from Reshiram, there was also a proportionate amount of fear and sadness, hoping that he’d continue this fruitless effort. “Come on…” Fingers worked their way into the mouth of the body, opening their lips to allow him to attempt mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, though this didn’t seem to change anything.
Lucas would keep working until his arms were aching with pain, his lungs burning from attempting to pump oxygen into a corpse that would not be revived by conventional means. “I can’t…” Finally, he’d give up, letting limp arms drop to his side. “He’s gone, Reshiram. I’m sorry, but there is no bringing them back. We should...give them a proper burial.” Tired eyes looked back towards Razz, hoping he’d be able to help with the process considering the Ultra Beast that looked like it could dig a hole very quickly was standing nearby.
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