fen (mille)
dee/dem/der, they/them
twenty-one
march 9th
mossdeep city
aroace
office worker (cracker)
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Fenelle Miller
BATTLE OF SOOTOPOLIS: MAIN EVENT
POSTED ON Aug 22, 2024 9:14:02 GMT
[attr="class","emapkmn"][attr="class","emapkmn"][attr="class","emapkmn"][attr="class","emapkmn"] [newclass=".emapkmn"]height:40px;width:40px;background:#2b2b2b;border-radius:100%;margin:0 5px;[/newclass] A successful hit. A small victory amidst the torrentous rain that continues to fall in this particular place - rain that would spread and threaten to bury Hoenn at whole, and perhaps even the world. Where does this water come from? Is not a question Fenelle should ask in this particular moment.
Averting der gaze from the ongoing battle, dee chokes on water upon seeing the drowned city from der elevated point. Even here, the water reaches now, as the battle between the Gods consumes mortality in their wakes.
Mossdeep.
Sootopolis.
The exact order of homes, and from here, dee can see the residence. Where it should be, underneath the water masses.
No winner in war. For the glory of Rocket. All.
Der Rotom brzztes as Grimmsnarl holds Fenelle steady. A message from Walsh - Hitoshi's words, transcribed. Dee is unmoving still, and Grimmsnarl takes it upon himself to call Dondozo out, and recall himself with a last squeeze of hair. A rare moment shared between trainer and pokémon as Fenelle looks up, and nods once.
Der foot comes loose as rock slides, moved by water, but dee falls safely onto the giant back of der Dondozo. Still defeated, there's hope with Hitoshi Inoue's Life Dew for some recovery as der resolve needs to be forged by fire and water alike. Heat the metal, then plunge it into cold water's depths ...
Fenelle holds tightly onto Dondozo as the pitter patter of the rain disrupts any tapping dee might do. Still it's possible to communicate with the pressure of a still warm hand, even if the morse attempts are more awkward than usual. Noble Roar. Kyogre. The Dondozo hesitates as he locks onto the Primal Kyogre, a pokémon and water type way more formidable than he could ever be, in a state that is simply terrifying.
But on him, a human sits with a hand so still and tightly holding onto his fin, that fin might not be the same ever again. That they all might not be the same ever again. So tightly that the trembling won't have any room to unfold, unbothered by the trembling ground because all floor is already gone.
Drawing strength from every thought untold, Dondozo as whole rumbles and shakes as he Noble Roars in an attempt to weaken the Kyogre, in an attempt to soften incoming attacks, in lament of destroyed homes and pasts that are mere memory, etched into your being like craters, serving as violent reminders.
tl;dr F2 - fen finally has an eye for drowning sootopolis - home's destroyed pt 2 watery boogaloo - grimmsnarl calls for donodozo and recalls himself; shares a moment with fen - dondozo catches a falling fen who clings onto the fish - dondozo noble roars as fen mourns another set of destruction PTtm83Vp
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