Masculine
Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
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Friction Burn (Sauna)
POSTED ON Sept 5, 2021 19:02:38 GMT
An old tool from an old season in his life meditation provided an abyss he could throw his mind into for escape.
Cheaper than drugs, less addictive than video games. Or was it the other way around?
Granted the abyss was harder to conjure now; he had to focus a little harder these days to let everything "un-focus" appropriately.
There was always something stuck in his abyss now, stuck in the center of his mental 'space'.
() His mental image of eternal darkness stained with the memory of Dialga staring him down. It wasn't easy to shake off, those cold eyes he'd gotten so close to.
If what he saw was the real it to begin with.
It sure as hell felt like it when it roared.
In the pitch black of his consciousness today, Sootopolis played back to matter how many times he tried to push it away. The ZAP CANNON that blasted him out of the fight (even with the electrical damage healed, on lessening occasions his muscles would still spasm) and the sight that distracted him into getting hit in the first place.
() The close synapse thoughts of the two brought back that grating fixation on the third.
If the two of them were real...
As (allegedly) pink dragons entered his mind, pink wisps entered his nose providing a pink fog of mystery to his thoughts of the last of the creation trio.
Suddenly soon after, his self-awareness returned, breaking his meditation and jarring his eyes back open only to see the steam had been flavored cotton candy.
He couldn't remember why 'sweet pixie fumes where there are no pokémon' was so familiar.
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