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featherdown2015-04-28 10:12 am
ex_pictureimperfect647) wrote in featherdown2015-04-28 10:12 am
Prelude and Premonition
[Quietly, unobtrusively, without anyone but a miratory flock and the occasional forest-dwelling Pokemon taking notice, a massive, dark cocoon has appeared in the midst of a forest.
It grew older and older, slowly becoming blanketed with moss, now looking no different from a large boulder, as it lay quietly sleeping. Younger, irreverent Flying Types even took to roosting on top of it.
So it continued for a long, long time until a poacher trekked into the forest, seeking to make a prize of the naive and unwary Pokemon dwelling in the forest. A line of sleeping Flying Types, roosted atop moss-covered stone. He aimed and fired.
The bullet would not hit the startled birds, deflecting off the "boulder," which immediately shed off centuries' worth of layers and a great, bloodstone-coloured draconian bird rears up, high in the air, before sending a powerful blasts from its wing. The hunter, despite his fear, evades the attack in time for it to decimate a tree instead, draining it of life right down to its crumbling roots and the surrounding patch of earth.
Enraged, the Legendary flies into the sky to search for the transgressor, its mere presence draining the land as it flew...
In the rolling fog, a tall, willowy elk with sprawling, branching antlers glimmered, watching the chaos unfolding before it, before turning on light feet and racing away to find help. A ninety-day journey on foot for the hardiest of men, half-a-day's travel for the Legendary.
...
Across regions, across realities, two heroes, previously chosen by one world's Zekrom and another's Rehsiram, will be swept up from their rest to fight again now in a grim, decaying world. No memory of how they arrived or whether they had even woken up, just as if they'd been spirited away, with a pervasive cold feeling of dread, visions of what might— will— occur if they do not interfere; for now, they are left to find one another (not a difficult task at all, when not a soul stirs the silence; the steps of one of them will echo in the ears of the other, 'til they meet, from how empty and barren and lifeless the place has become).
First, Kalos.
Abandoned cities, lifeless regions. Dead silence, hardly even the wind whistles. Tall buildings stand, unmoving, silent witnesses. Colourful and bright Lumiose has the eeriness of an abandoned amusement park come to life; all lights and colours, without a soul in sight. Half-eaten cakes sit on cafe tabletops. Scattered books and tiny, brightly coloured hats and bags without owners lie in front of a preschool. No shopkeepers, no parents, no children, no trainers, no Pokemon. Only the tower still shines.]
It grew older and older, slowly becoming blanketed with moss, now looking no different from a large boulder, as it lay quietly sleeping. Younger, irreverent Flying Types even took to roosting on top of it.
So it continued for a long, long time until a poacher trekked into the forest, seeking to make a prize of the naive and unwary Pokemon dwelling in the forest. A line of sleeping Flying Types, roosted atop moss-covered stone. He aimed and fired.
The bullet would not hit the startled birds, deflecting off the "boulder," which immediately shed off centuries' worth of layers and a great, bloodstone-coloured draconian bird rears up, high in the air, before sending a powerful blasts from its wing. The hunter, despite his fear, evades the attack in time for it to decimate a tree instead, draining it of life right down to its crumbling roots and the surrounding patch of earth.
Enraged, the Legendary flies into the sky to search for the transgressor, its mere presence draining the land as it flew...
In the rolling fog, a tall, willowy elk with sprawling, branching antlers glimmered, watching the chaos unfolding before it, before turning on light feet and racing away to find help. A ninety-day journey on foot for the hardiest of men, half-a-day's travel for the Legendary.
...
Across regions, across realities, two heroes, previously chosen by one world's Zekrom and another's Rehsiram, will be swept up from their rest to fight again now in a grim, decaying world. No memory of how they arrived or whether they had even woken up, just as if they'd been spirited away, with a pervasive cold feeling of dread, visions of what might— will— occur if they do not interfere; for now, they are left to find one another (not a difficult task at all, when not a soul stirs the silence; the steps of one of them will echo in the ears of the other, 'til they meet, from how empty and barren and lifeless the place has become).
First, Kalos.
Abandoned cities, lifeless regions. Dead silence, hardly even the wind whistles. Tall buildings stand, unmoving, silent witnesses. Colourful and bright Lumiose has the eeriness of an abandoned amusement park come to life; all lights and colours, without a soul in sight. Half-eaten cakes sit on cafe tabletops. Scattered books and tiny, brightly coloured hats and bags without owners lie in front of a preschool. No shopkeepers, no parents, no children, no trainers, no Pokemon. Only the tower still shines.]
[ CRIES A LOT ]
We should keep going.
[ Even if Satoshi didn't follow, she was going to go see for herself what was beyond that sign. As she stepped in closer, though, it dawned on her even more that her first fears were correct.
This was it. This had to be Kanoko Town.
This had to be her home.
But it couldn't be her home. It was far too eerie and lifeless. It may have been a relatively quiet town despite the port being right there, but it was still far more lively than this.
What had happened?? Why didn't she know of this?
Tears started rolling down her cheeks, before she could stop them. Her entire body started to tremble, pent-up emotion building within her. ]
[ OH NO TOUKO IT'S OK??? ]
No, can't think like that. He'll find Pikachu. Definitely.
Though he can't get rid of this feeling in the pit of his stomach. It only increases when he notices that Touko seemed to be trembling and were those... tears? ]
Ah .... you okay?
[ No, she probably isn't. But it's the best way to figure out an answer, right...? ]
[ NO IT'S NOT OKAY NOTHING IS OKAY ]
It took some time of her trying to speak and failing before she finally succeeded. ]
T-This ... this is my home.
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A Lampler flies over, drawn by signs of life. The Ghost Type's appearance is ominous, but its flame is actually burning quite small and low. It clearly isn't responsible for the destruction and death, but Touko might not notice that detail in her shaken state.]
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[ Satoshi looks around the place again. It... feel really familiar. But that doesn't matter if Touko can tell that this is her home.
That her home was destroyed.
Satoshi cletches his fist at the thought of that. Who would do this? Who would cause the world to become nothing but barren? With no one other than him and Touko-- ]
Huh?
[ A Lampler. The first sign of life other than those two here. And just like the town... ]
That.. That Lampler....
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Come on, Touko. You can't break down now. You have to find out what happened ...
Thinking that only brought on more tears, though. She just kept wiping at her eyes. ]
I-I wonder if Lampler saw anything ...
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Floorboards creak and, peering cautiously around the corner of a building with tired eyes, is a waifish blond boy. He quite literally looks dimmed, like a fading light. He looks quite surprised to see other people, gripping the wall for support before he tries to talk:]
... hey, how are you two still here?
[Then, he recognizes Satoshi and the surprise settles back into a quiet resignation.]
... oh.
You two weren't here when it happened, were you?
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[ Even though the boy looks tired Satoshi still was able to recognize him quickly. Partially thanks to Lampler. He goes over to the other boy to help support him. ]
Whaddya mean? What happened here, Shootie? Where is everyone?
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We just got here ...
[ Oh no, she was going to cry again ... no, hold it in, Touko!! She wanted to ask What happened as well, but she'd just be echoing Satoshi at this point. It was better to just let him do most of the talking right now. ]
[....... it just hit me it's my turn, AHA]
... you should sit down.
If there's one good thing about this situation, it's that you can sit anywhere you like.
[Quite morbid and certainly in poor taste, but he couldn't really help it.]
[ HAHA it's okay! ]
Empty. Of course. ]
Let's sit over there.
[ There's a few chairs over there. Better than sitting on the floor? ]
[ ♥ ]
She was quiet for several moments. There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask. ]
... So you know what happened?
[ That was the primary thing she wanted to know. ]
[♥♥♥ ... aaaand soon as he goes, we'll be bringing in N so can make this duo a trio! o/]
One of life's gifts is that the worst kinds of shocks and pains aren't felt at the moment of their occurrence, but only in the aftermath. He doesn't expect to last 'til then, judging by how flickers in and out of view, glancing with only mild interest at his nearly see-through hand, before carrying on.]
As you can probably guess, everyone died. Everything that has life has vanished. The plants withered and the people and Pokemon just... faded. One second I'm hearing an urgent report about the same thing happening in Kalos and then, it hit us. There wasn't enough time to fight back, we didn't even know what it was.
... hey, do you think it's some sort of weapon? Maybe half a century of peace was all we got...
[The placid expression breaks and he smiles a bit ruefully, speaking now with the slightest tremor.] You know, if I'd known that's all we'd get, I'd have... done more...
[Lampler floats closer, its already weakening fire now a meager flame, like a candle about to go out. Seeing that, Shootie speaks in a more urgent, but still quiet, tone. (Are they only still here on borrowed time?)]
... you two should get out of here. Before whatever it is gets you too.
But, isn't it lucky, Satoshi? Kanto's still safe. You can still accomplish your dream. Your friend, too...
Isshu is finished. Adeku-san is gone too. [Naturally, that thought troubles him the most.]
... you'll remember this place the way it used to be, right?
[ whoops sorry this was late ahaha...ha. also 1/2 ]
He listens. Quietly. Perhaps a bit too quiet considering how loud he usually is. He doesn't even say anything a moment after Shootie is done speaking. And when he does, it's steady. And much quiet than his normal volume. Though still loud enough to be heard. ]
How can I accomplish my dream when the world is like this...? How can I call myself lucky?
[ He doesn't even have his Pokemon. He doesn't have Pikachu. People are suffering because of this. There's no way he can accomplish it the way things are. There is no way he can considering himself lucky. ]
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There's gotta be a reason for this! Maybe it was some sort of weapon. Maybe it's come kinda machine that is causing it. Kalos and Isshu aren't gone. Not yet! Maybe if we find what is causing it we can reverse it and everyone will come back. You and everyone else will be able to get to do more, Shootie! It's not the end. I refuse to believe it!
I'm not leaving before I find Pikachu and everyone else. Until Kalos and Isshu are back to how it used to be. No matter what I havta do I promise I'll get to the bottom of this.
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Then again, they were essentially in a dead zone, right? So that analogy made a world of sense ...
Still, she knew it really wasn't her place to talk, and even if it were, she was so full of emotion that she couldn't coherently say anything even if she wanted to.
All she could do was stare. ]
[Aaand N joins the team! Well, almost-and it's definitely Touko's place to talk, it's her home too!
I—
I want to believe in you. I-I don't want it to end like this... I don't want our home to disappear and I'm scared. [His voice cracks and his head drops, withdrawing into himself. He's quickly vanishing from view.]
I still want to battle him. I still want to see more. I want to live.
[But that's when he disappears. Lampler drops beside him, with a clink, the remaining fire within it extinguished just as quickly.
It's about time for Pikachu to wake now too and it's called by a familiar voice, not spoken, but telepathically conveyed, 'Hello, old Friend. Are you lost. . .? Let's look for Satoshi-kun together. It's quiet enough to hear him. . . and another?']