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perhaps she's gone crazy. [break][break]

perhaps she's insane. [break][break]

what little of her mind remains is whittled down, watching the skeletal beast ascend to the heavens - the black pieces of its bones taper off its body, as does the darkness fall from the black knights'. it's at this moment, marisol doesn't care for the grudge she holds against it throughout the events of the ultra beast war - nor does she carry this grudge of the poison that's sunk its fangs into the lungs and bones of many. [break][break]

she can only stare in awe. [break][break]

her clefable stares in concern. [break][break]

but people are attacking the skeleton - why? why must they get in the way of the beast that only wishes to taint this world, as is? surely, she thinks, it must be necessary? perhaps the time with toxins has eaten away at her head - she was meant to save the people. twenty years ago, yes, perhaps, she would hold those same sentiments--[break][break]

maybe she's more like her father than she thinks she is. [break][break]

her frenzy and admiration is cut short at the familiar lock of gold on the field. if she's honest - she's surprised. she's caught off guard, watching as the figure falls to the ground, and as the familiar face of a helpful little girl falls lifeless. there's a twang she feels in her heart, but no tears fall, no. no, they don't fall, and instead her lips curl into a smile (as the twang in her heart thumps, thumps and pumps the blood that ran cold to light up her face in the adrenaline that follows).[break][break]

and so, she thinks, it can rot - with the skeleton's poison to taint this accursed memory and everyone in it. has she gone insane? yes, perhaps she has. perhaps she's too far gone. [break][break]

"necrosis!" a woman smiles, wearing a witch-like grin. ah yes, that's right, the child is oblivious to its trainer's fraying mind. it's the intensity in her bright gaze that activates an old-time technology, and the pendant kept upon her neck glows such a sinister purple that resonates with the gaseous ghost. [break][break]

she'll kill the other one. [break][break]

"shoot it down!" [break][break]

the doctor gives the order, and the gengar follows - albeit slightly unnerved at his trainer's sudden glee. an orb of shadow forms in front of its mouth, and the newly formed mega gengar launches a speedy, powerful shadow ball at the black knight. [break][break]

she watches, and the ringing of the bell stops amidst the battle. ah yes, this was what she was missing. [break][break]

she missed the smell of blood.


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TL;DR:

• location: motostoke
  
• petra dies trying to be a field medic; marisol doesn't realize she's grieving.
  
• MEGA EVOLVING GENGAR
  
• fuck u necrozma
  
• MEGA GENGAR uses SHADOWBALL on NECROZMA
  
• aiding ETERNATUS
  
• weapon: heal bell spear
  
• timeskip face: ranni the witch
  

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war.[break][break]

what did she feel, twenty years ago, when the last war she witnessed was the darkest day? what did she feel, watching the people die and watching the pokemon drown? what did she feel, when gloved hands trembled at the bodies laying in front of her, too late to save and too early to mourn? [break][break]

nothing. [break][break]

and she feels nothing, now. a doctor, or a saint, she's supposed to be, when in reality the shell she wears is nothing but pretty garnish for ice that has since laid bare. [break][break]

the battlefield is riddled with giants, and the land is cleaved to welcome a roaring battle. [break][break]

but with a region torn asunder and the earth bleeding poison, what future is there to hope for? [break][break]

she asks this to herself as the gunk slips off black metal, a smile to her lips as she watches the skeleton soar through the air, as specks fall from the sky. for the first time, in so long, marisol's lips curl into a smile as she watches its bones chip and scatter. ah, she thinks, eyes of fading blue and violet watching[break][break]

it's beautiful. [break][break]

when she left, the children cried. they hung onto the white robe of a doctor who had been treating them since, and who has taught them since, with a warm smile on her lips to turn into a mother they lost so many years ago. then, with that same, deceiving smile, she would cup their cheeks in her hands, and coo, and reassure them that they would be okay, and that she will be okay, and that everything will be okay. [break][break]

does she say that for them, or for herself? [break][break]

marisol isn't the same person after twenty years, and no, she hasn't found peace ( -- she'll delude herself into thinking she has, for the sake of what fraying threads of sanity remain in this fleeting memory ) but knowing that the world may end, and this memory may vanish if they do nothing, won't sit well with her. so? she fights, because she has no other choice to. [break][break]

because they want to live. [break][break]

marisol feels nothing in her cold heart when her spear skewers through the people she once knew, and the colleagues she's once taught. she feels nothing watching others fight the poison abominations, and feels nothing as she walks the path, with only a serene smile worn on her lips. maybe she's finally lost it, and the stench of blood is what brings it out ( it wouldn't be the first time ). [break][break]

a soothing HEAL BELL chimes from each swing, its sound and radius amplified from the weapon's DYNITE. she's unsure at how effective it will be in fighting the odor, but it will cure any feelings of unwellness in the flames. [break][break]

she takes advantage of Leonidas Stone' KING'S SHIELD, and knows better than to run on ahead - and so she stays with spear in hand, heartless when she pierces through melting flesh. when she gets a better look at who they once were, she starts to realize that they look no different from the corpse experiments from so long ago. fascinating. [break][break]

on her wrist glows her band, and to her side is a CLEFABLE who also grows in height. amidst the poison, and the gunk, and the filth, her starry eyes gaze to the sky as her body grows, and grows, and swells, until she's matched the size of the titans on the field. her feet plant into the ground, and those same stars in her eyes glow when her body illuminates the field with a warm moonlight. it's short lived when the light of stars fill the sky around her, and a MAX STARFALL drawn from MOONBLAST hurls at the INTELLEON. mercilessly. [break][break]

beautifully.

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TL;DR:

• location: motostoke - intelleon
  
• distributed prototype GAS MASKS to people in the war; feel free to grab
  
• DYNAMAX CLEFABLE uses MAX STARFALL on INTELLEON
  
• MARISOL is fighting off sludge with her SPEAR
  
• HEAL BELL rings from each attack
  
• fighting the army around INTELLEON
  
• weapon: heal bell spear
  
• timeskip face: ranni the witch
  

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