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the world stabilizes, [break]
so does she.[break][break]
but in these uncertain times, there will always be something - someone - wanting to thrust away the security. they wrest the serenity in her soul, and the first and only time she's felt at peace with herself (only the passage of time and the goal of survival is what keeps her alive - but now that she has the time, and the medicine is advancing, there's nothing that she needs to do. yes, she needs to research, research, and research some more). [break][break]
and as the years pass, the startling revelation dawns on her: her time is limited, is it not? even if this world is only the result of an illusion - or the memory of what it used to be - the passage of time whisks her away all the same. a decade passes in the blink of an eye, and she thinks that maybe it's not so different to reality. [break][break]
it isn't medicine that persists through the ages ( --
she's realized that her actions in this memory will amount to naught while she learns nothing ). she, aging at thirty something sets her papers down to pass to now coworkers and trained doctors. she has something else to catch her attention. [break][break]
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙'𝖗'𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍, 𝖜𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋'𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖓[break][break]
𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔡 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔨... 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱... 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱...
the notes she's seen, and read, don't sit well with her - so she spends a year developing a gas mask for those fighting off the poison. it would be good, she thinks, against airborne illnesses as well. it's in line with the image she's built of herself, at least. it makes fighting off the poison less nauseating, and less filth on the street is a healthier town.[break][break]
this accursed world is only a memory, she reminds herself. though the people seem so real, and feel so real, she has to remember that these people are no longer around (assuming they ever existed). still, she takes someone in to teach them the ropes - she'd like to leave her knowledge with someone before they have to leave. she thinks she'll be able to leave. [break][break]
"Petra."[break][break]
she hums with a smile when the light seeps through the window. her smile is no longer rare, though only because she knows how to lie when wearing a disarming mask. "one day, I'll disappear."[break][break]
"eh?" [break][break]
a childish voice perks up, her locks of blonde tangled, slightly, betwixt pale fingertips. the little girl gazes up with her bright green eyes, beautiful, compared to her dulling heterochromia. doe-eyed and young pleads to her elder, fingers gripping against the apron she wears while rocking in the chair. "don't give me that~" she starts, fingers beginning to untangle the knots "you already knew, didn't you?" the shade of dulled grey hair casts a shadow over a soft, serene smile. "you're a smart girl."
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deja vu is pushed back, however, as she's kept herself busy with the same old research, the same old medical advancements - before she realizes that there's just so little they can do - and that she can do - with the time that breezes by.
"ah, this can't be right." she huffs with a smile on her lips when she lowers the bunch of papers in a wooden lab. this wasn't going to be enough. [break][break]
when she looks in the mirror, the ghost of a man haunts the reflection. [break][break]
she can do as she likes - she can delude herself into thinking that she's trying to save people. she can delude herself into thinking that she's doing something good, for the people (for the world), but isn't she trying to satisfy the curiosity, like he
once did? it's ironic, and laughable, and so sickeningly lovable. a daughter's love has never betrayed her so. [break][break]
so she does what she does best, and what she's learned over the years. she wears a smile, like her father once did, as she handles what wasting poison doesn't sink into the earth. pokemon and people dying of poison become her specimen when she gazes down upon them, with a cold (curious) gaze, like her father once did. [break][break]
blinded like a fool in the night. [break][break]
research into the poison leads into dynamax research - something she didn't think would connect. so using this knowledge, she approaches
Leonidas Stone with the developed smile and softened gaze that time has taught for access into the mines for dynite. when she isn't looking into the rock, or researching the dynamax energy in the stadium, or going out to collect more samples (subjects), she's taking a telescope to take to the highest, safest point, and stargaze with her elder clefable by her side. [break][break]
"that's your home, you know." age is starting to catch up to her, softening her voice and her gaze when she begins resembling her father with each passing year. [break][break]
the moon still shines as brightly as it did back home. [break][break]
the prophecy spoke of ruin, and a beast, to come down when the winter falls again. will they finally be able to go home? will she be able to use what she learns these past twenty years in the present time of hoenn? only time will tell when she's reminded of the feline pokemon, oozing hatred. time will tell when she gazes (coldly) at the canine pokemon, with a mane that resembles a shield.[break][break]
then she'll laugh, and realize that when she looks back on her life, she's walking in the footsteps of a monster who masquerades a hero. though the citizens and the people see her as a healing saint, she'll hold her reservations when she's alone with the winter breeze. ah, now she's starting to understand what the wretched king meant when he asked for heroes.[break][break]
dying so cowardly and thrusting others into the shoes they were supposed to fill.
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TL;DR:
- location: motostoke
- took things pretty well
- takes in an apprentice ; not realizing she's repeating history
- develops a gas mask for those who fight the poison
- goes to other towns and trades medicine for knowledge and research
- leaves her medical research to the faceless citizens of the memory
- looks into the stars after the wishing star lands with her clefable
- joins in dynamax research
- weapon: heal bell spear
- timeskip face: ranni the witch
