Ash
He/Him/Them
26
December 2
Aspertia City, Unova
Pansexual
Picking up the pieces
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But I, I will, go on howling and hollow
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Ashley Shepard
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tag notes | The flex! The macho! The machismo! The monkey! As he's lifted, Bongo, now into his godhood, flexes like no monkey ever has! He stares upon his subjects, Flapjack his ascendant, the Grimace the hearty friend, and Watson, the Gator Bro. He would rule these people, including Coulomb, who seemed unsure of this life. Luster's nod only has him truly embrace his ascension!
His tiny flex with his tiny muscles... and then Bongo proceeds to fall over on Flapjack, eyes swirly. He felt wet.
Sushi just happened to snore more, now laying on his back. If a salamander could have puppy dreams, he would be having them with his little feet pattering in the air. But in truth... Sushi dreamed of Mareep, jumping over a fence... weird Slowpoke. Out of dreamland, Sunny and Jelly... were becoming fast friends. Ivan and Vivi attempted to get closer, but Sunny gave him space. He felt safe. Jelly honestly hid behind his wing, but peeked out at both Vivi and Ivan, actually happy to see some other friends too. Jelly didn't want to ignore them, so he waves. It was shaky, but... that was Jelly. Jelly still stayed by Sunny, and it was clear he was attached.
Bullet and Pluto had their own missions. Halberd wished to match her pace, and Bullet took it as a challenge. Like a rivalry, but as he take soff, Bullet attempts, at least, to ease his landing, by acting as a plane to get him to the ground. The little Rookidee would gently get to the ground. Thanks to her. Pluto, on the other hand, continued being as dizzy as he could, with Duster and the Dudes attempting their best to get it back on its way. But as Pluto gets up, it's eyes come to some senses, and begins to float. With a curious glance, it eyes the Dudes and Duster, and provides a small somersault as thanks.
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The hug is nice.
Ash just shrugs at the sentiment. "I've cried every tear I've had, Isaac. Not much left in me." He tries to laugh, but... it isn't right. It never would feel right. As he just leans there though, for just a moment, he sees the little Alolan Raichu eyeing him with such a cute smile. He closes his eyes. "Appreciate it, man."
The path of blood sheds far too much for just a man to bare. Either you bleed yourself into a murderer, or you come out the other side a human who can't live with it. Ashley is both. A murderer, and someone who fights that grief daily. They call it depression, PTSD, what have you. He doesn't let it affect him negatively. His heart weighs heavy, but Ash has been lifting for awhile. That weight is nothing. He feels it all the same. Always has, always will. When he's low, he feels it heavier than any weight on him, and when he's up high, he always has that shackle to ground him.
What it means to be Ashley Sawyer is to look at oblivion, and stare out the other end someone sane enough to try to live.
As they let go, Ashley takes a moment to look straight ahead towards the park. "The other day, I was taking my trash out to the dumpster. Saw this Nidorino inside, right? He's eating this crusty week-old pizza, probably from my neighbor, Frank. Guy loves those Magikarp scales you can put on em. Gross if you ask me, but when you're like that little guy, you take what you get. Well, poor thing looked starved, and covered in little Joltiks and fending off Venipedes. I thought he looked like a scrappy little guy. Reminded me of another dipshit kid on the street who joined Rocket, because there was nothing left... I could have let him starve like so many people tried to leave me, but after I had Bullet annihilate all of the bugs on him, I took the guy in. Ordered some Johto food for the apartment. Had him eat with us... now he lives like a trained attack dog in a small little bed I made for him out of some old blankets. Called him Reinhardt. Has to deal with strength. When you're strong enough to live like that? You deserve that name." He chortles, thinking about that scrappy little guy who's probably still at home, guarding the place from any intruders. Or... more likely, going over to Frank and stabbing him for the shit Magikarp-scaled pizza.
Ashley continues, he's smiling wider now, and that vision of Jubilee just smiles back at him. She would be so proud. "I have a dream one day, Isaac. Pokemon grooming, sure, that's one. But what I really want is to have a place to give a home to those who can't find it. I'm an orphan... that's why I won't use the box system. I want to see them all grow with my own eyes. I just have to hope I get there, and when my time is up... maybe I'll have done enough. Someone will tell my story." His wide smile goes smaller. "Maybe a kid. Raise'em right."
Finally, he stops. He leans back on the grass, arms beneath his head as he closes his silver eyes.
"Your turn. Spill the beans, I just poured my heart out here. How's Rocket these days?"
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