Sharp
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Twenty-Six
November 17th
Lavaridge
Bisexual
Head I.E Engineer
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Miles Sharp
Distraction
POSTED ON May 21, 2021 19:45:03 GMT
Miles hasn't slept in days. Caffeine and fear have forced the man into this haze of choice never once daring to sleep. Closed eyelids revealed two women both of whom he'd failed, These reflections, couldn't have been more painful than death and so he's dosed himself, doing whatever he can to avoid, to run. But the body wants what it wants regardless of the mind's protests. Whatever poisons he uses to subvert and distract can only hold for so long. He supposes there's a lesson in this for Rocket, that even fear however strongly instilled has its limits.
Still, the brain continues to protest and so he finds himself here. In the depths of the battle hut. Leagues underground no longer as a spectator but as a participant. It's been two rounds thus far, and all who'd come to dethrone him had been all talk. His body's bruised and his vision, still, he refuses to leave the call of the ring. The weakness of the mind had to be purified, and the only way to reach the mind was through the body. It's what he tells himself at least, anything to warrant the pain.
He blinks and in that second a face appears again. Fists tighten and eyes grow darker beneath the now tattered hood. The announcer asks if Viper wishes to continue; the response is a new pokeball revealing a Kabutops. The pokemon glances at her trainer concern in those sharp eyes. he'd been out of sorts for days now. His physical condition has only continued to deteriorate in time since.
"Fight." His only command and so the bladed pokemon raises its claws, as Viper puts up his fists.
The purification continues.
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