The Saint of Slateport
She/Her
17
November 23
Outside Ballonlea
Bisexual
Trainer
Sergeant
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Ruby Walker
A RACE TO RESOLUTION (RAID)
POSTED ON Feb 5, 2020 7:21:13 GMT
[attr="class","merkI"] Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as a tentacle reached out from the portal and began to reach for her. Immediately her voice seemed to fail her despite every bone in her body telling her to scream as loud as she could. She stood paralyzed, helplessly watching the tentacle attempt to grab her. She didn't know what to do, she was for sure this was going to be it. This was how she died. Foolishly risking herself when she didn't need to in the slightest. As soon as the earth shatters beneath the very ground they stood upon and slammed into the tentacle and it receded, Ruby fell to the ground. Her legs too weak to stand, she could only watch as everyone else finished cleaning up the mess these beasts had made. The large tentacled beast from before was tossed back into the portal, and seemingly everything was going to be okay... That is until Ruby stared in horror as someone else got grabbed and sucked into the portal right before it closed. Any hope of Ruby trying to stand instantly faded away as she had a first-row seat to that man vanishing. He was celebrating one minute, the next... gone. That could have been here. She could have been sucked away inside that hell, never to return. Who even knows what sort of torture would even begin to happen in there? She couldn't think about it, she couldn't... It was too much. Everything hurt, from her legs to her arms, to her eyes that couldn't seem to cry anymore. She sat on her knees, slumped over with wide, staring eyes. Grace and Astral tried to comfort her, hugging her and standing close by, but she barely even noticed them as she was lost in her thoughts. She had tried so hard to be brave, to fight back, to protect the region she fell in love with, only for Whisper to be severely injured and she almost lost her own life. The reality of all that was such a shock to the poor girl, who just minutes ago was dreaming about fireworks over the ocean and sleeping in a warm bed, excited for the new year. "T-that... could have been me." She vocalized finally, staring blankly ahead with a horror-stricken look in her eyes, her hands clutching at the ground for anything to attempt and ground her in reality. Everything was over, the danger was gone... But not for that man. Not for all the innocent civilian deaths in the city. It was all she could do to simply silently grieve and mourn. Mourn for the loss of life, for those happy dreams never coming true... But above all, mourning for her own innocence that had just been shattered into a million razor-sharp emotional shards of glass. She would never be the same again. notes: Ruby needs a therapist. [attr="class","merktagI"] [newclass=.merkI] width: 330px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; color: #a3a3a3; padding: 20px; line-height: 12pt; margin-top: -10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkI b] color: #B8D9EC; font-size: 12px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktagI] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktagI a] background: #2e2e2e; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #252525; text-transform: uppercase!important; font-family: 'roboto'; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: #aaa; letter-spacing: 1px!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokesI] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokesI img] padding: 0px 5px 5px 0px; background: #2e2e2e; border: solid 1px #252525; [/newclass]
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