leo, leon
he/him
twenty-eight
september 30th
rustboro city, hoenn
demirom. bisex.
ceo, inventor
ace
i wish i were better, i wish i had strength. i wish i had anything to prove i was brave.
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Leonidas Stone
PAAA: MT. PYRE
POSTED ON Nov 27, 2022 7:55:42 GMT
For a self-made man that amounted to so much within his life, there had been a painstakingly eerie sort of nothing that he’d found himself dwelling within before long at all could pass— within the aftermath of it all, at the very least. What came before an unnecessarily burdening stillness had, of course, been moments of shock and panic, coupled with an amassed number of other emotions, as well, as the odd beast upon the summit conjured its energies and unleashed it upon any and all present upon the mountain that day.
For rather obvious reasons, pain had been what he’d felt, first and foremost, as the Spatial Rend ravaged upon the aforementioned to varied degrees, bringing him to a knee within the midst of several, excruciating moments of agony. It had almost been unbearable to tear away any form of lucidity he’d so desperately attempted to cling onto, though the sights around him had still been more than enough to sear themselves into his mind within those remaining, waking moments of his.
The mangled bodies of those around him.
The mangled bodies of that besides him.
Within his last moments, he’d barely seen Orion beginning to stop within his wingbeats in favor of speeding over—doubtlessly in an effort to shield him—though had mustered through the blast long enough to tap the button upon his Pokeball and keep it closed for as long as he could before he, himself, had joined the littered across the graves within a rather morbid irony.
…And then came the long aforementioned nothing.
It had been a sensation as odd as it had been surreal, truthfully speaking. As morning so commonly followed night, there had been a visage of darkness that had been so swiftly replaced by a sheet of white within his vision; a sight somehow so empty, yet profound all at once as he’d opened his eyes at long last. There had been a white noise blasting within his ears instead, before long (in some way, it contested the selfsame attack used to devastate those upon the mountain), though the similar bouts of annoyance and unease that so commonly associated with it had lacked presence. No nothing-driven craze. No need to seek out something to fill the void.
…Even then, however, to describe the feeling that it brought as peace had been far from accurate.
Not when there had been damn all neither to see, nor account for in any other sort of way. With a sense of curiosity despite the settling, knowing feeling within his soul (he’d known what had happened. it would have been hard not to connect the dots) he briefly sought the space around him. Hues of amber shifted throughout his surroundings in an attempt to seek out any sort of precursor to something else. Anything. Everything.
Nothing at all.
And so did the knowing feeling further root itself down. With a slow, deepened breath, his chest expanded and held itself within its risen form as he closed his eyes. It remained within him for a while lower prior to escaping him within a gradual, almost accepting sigh. So be it. To be shaken by something so sudden—to be so naive within such a groundbreaking event, and upon his home region, nonetheless—had been nothing short of something he would’ve rather not have experienced so close to passing, but if that had been what the cards had dealt to him, then so be it.
And yet within that acceptance, there had been a small chime to finally ring within the back of his mind; to finally replace the abundance of white noise that had so graciously taken to him. Instinctively, he’d turned towards where he’d assumed the source to be, even if no tangible form had continuously evaded him— and past that, there had only been instinct.
The instinct to move forward once more.
The instinct to build himself anew.
So be it.
He’d stared forth within the nothingness for a while longer before allowing that instinct to carry him through, walking along towards the uncertain source before long. It had almost been immediate within those moments, as well. He strode forth so mindlessly that he hadn’t quite registered the feeling of his face against the ground as he blinked; the darkness that took his vision once more; the sudden burst of noise and life (however chaotic it may have been) that filled his ears. The familiar cries of the selfsame Noivern he’d forcefully recalled had been amidst the sounds, as well, and he’d pushed himself up in time to meet his eyes as he readjusted once more to the lands around them.
Shock had very well begun to settle within him once more, but a simple look around had immediately reminded him of the situation at hand. There had been things to do; a battle to hopefully win. He cast a single, quick look around him, spying those around him gradually rising once more (and noting safety of the one accompanying him however long beforehand) before looking towards the drake with a solemn, yet reassuring note.
”...I’m fine~,” he’d murmured, giving his tried and true partner a brief, yet uncharacteristically small smile. ”We’ll talk it out later. I need Berenice real quick.”
Skeptical, and for reasons all too warranted— but after a continuous look of unwavering persistence, Orion had given in and recalled once more, soon replaced by a familiar Primarina that had been all too eager to express similar worry. Before she could be given the chance, though, she, too, had seen the look upon her trainer’s face. It seemed to be all she needed to know.
And so as a familiar whistle—a familiar command—met her ears in due time, she looked towards the very same location he’d pointed towards before unleashing a more concentrated Moonblast from a distance.
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TL;DR:
- last minute wall of text? more likely than you'd think tbh
- leo mcfuckin dies but also undies
- he's lowkey committed to self reflecting the fuck outta everything after this
- orion (noivern) is recalled
- berenice (primarina) is sent out, and uses moonblast on the unown in the distance
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