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LIKES ARTIFICIAL WATERMELON | SLEEPS IN WHAT THEY’RE ALREADY WEARING | EATS THEIR CEREAL WITH MILK | listens to music with earbuds | HATES THE SUMMER | CAN RECITE PAST THE FIRST FOUR DIGITS OF PI | EATS FROSTING OUT THE JAR | doodles on their notebooks | CAN BAKE COOKIES | has a garden | HAS HAD A SNOWBALL FIGHT | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts to pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse | uses the same password for everything | can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | WATCHES ANIME | HASN’T READ HARRY POTTER | CAN SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ IN MORE THAN ONE LANGUAGE | PREFERS MECHANICAL PENCILS | THINKS SPACE IS COOL | takes personality tests more than once to make sure | can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salad | LIKES COOL COLORS BETTER THAN WARM COLORS | knows how to braid hair | READS BIOGRAPHIES | can ice skate | knows their mbti | READS ASTROLOGY CHARTS | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | PLAYS VIDEO GAMES | READS THE NEWSPAPER | likes chocolate ice cream better | DOESN’T CUSS | memorizes song lyrics | collects coupons | HAS A PREFERRED ORDER AT STARBUCKS | LIKES MOVIE THEATER POPCORN | HAS SEEN A PLAY | LISTENS TO MUSIC WITH HEADPHONES | OWNS A HOODIE | would rather own cds than online copies | HAS WRITTEN A POEM | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine | double dips when eating | DRINKS DIRECTLY OUT THE MILK CONTAINER | keeps a journal

Tagged by: @criimsonsun (thank u !)

Tagging: @rcdotted, @elekron, @angxis and whoever wants to!

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@criimsonsun continued from here!

It’s not too often that they get the time to sit and play games anymore.

As the added stresses of his company and team are piled on top of him, Cyrus has found that his workdays grow longer and longer, while activities he used to use to destress are becoming rarer and rarer. This wasn’t to mention that there were many times their schedules did not overlap at a point where an hour or two could be spared for such a trivial interest.

There are not many people Cyrus will concede to playing video games with. But, when the Commander had approached him with the game in hand, inquiring of a much-needed relaxation, Cyrus had found himself eagerly looking for a break from the folders of reports that littered his desk. It was a nice escape, having your mind fully focused on a task that did not allow for drastic consequences. He does not have to contemplate the world, or the human spirit, or the five meetings he has scheduled next week.

It must have already been an hour or two that they’d been sitting on the floor, and while Saturn was far more eager and spirited by the in-game events, Cyrus’ own amusement could be seen in shining eyes and the disappointed hum that filled the room whenever he had a rather unlucky turn of events. In between them sat a half-eaten bag of chips– a good source of refueling after each round. There have been times before where these sessions had lasted long into the night.

It had been quiet for a good few minutes, only the sound of remotes clicking and turning filling the air. Cyrus almost jumped at the other’s sudden outburst, but settled for a snort of amusement instead. “—A valiant attempt, nonetheless. I’ll be finishing this one in fourth, I believe. So long as there are no further interruptions from Yoshi. ” This stage always gives him difficulty.

“Allow me to assist you. It will be a much SWEETER victory if we can manage to land him in last.”

   As it is Saturn expends a lot of energy trying to push down his emotions but working with clients and employees requires that extra amount of concealing to come across as professional, friendly and in control. No mistakes will do, it’s important to keep that image. All the while he still needs to manage his own tasks and keep on top of everyone’s schedules. By the end of it all they just want to scream into a pillow and binge eat snacks.

   It’s hard now but it’ll all be worth it in the end.

   Getting to play video games with Cyrus on rare occasions such as this one is one of those small rewards in between that keep him going. A lot of things have changed since they first met but it’s nice to still be able to enjoy each other’s company and bond over their shared hobbies. Right now, nothing matters except the race and the two of them being together. They can relax and comfortably be themselves for a little while.

   “That’s a solid place, you’re getting better at this stage.” He puts his anger away for long enough to compliment the other in return but that genuine smile of his is soon twisted into a mischievous grin. Even in competitive games like this, they can find ways to team up and make things more interesting. Cyrus’ ideas are great, as usual.

   “Deal. Let’s make an alliance and crush him!” Bowser will pay for his crimes. “I think he’s somewhere in front of you--- Mm, yeah, he’s in second. He completely stole my spot. If you can get him behind you then I can catch up and take him down. We just need good items...”

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juncity:

[🌟] - patience. he needed patience now more than ever if he was ever going to take something out from saturn. the struggle to not immediately act on his instinct, to throw out any tact that held him back, especially when saturn’s response was anything but pleasant, was a tough feat. that far away look in the former commander’s eyes started to fade away and for some reason, that only pissed him off even more. 

what did he want? what did he want? it was simple at first.

revenge. it burned through his vein and the only thing he knew was to fight fire with fire. but this version of saturn- so what if he seemed like a broken man, he still did those…those things! was part of the world’s near destruction! why kouki and hikari feared dreaming-!

hard eyes observed the sad attempt at grooming and barry felt a sharp pull in his chest. now he was at lost on what to do. this feeling of uncertainty was like glue to his bones. he was stuck. 

☆ ・‥… “ you can’t be serious. you- you really don’t care. “ ・‥…━━━☆ barry wanted to laugh. so he did. it started out as a small puff of air, his eyes narrowing at he looked at the other in disbelief before the whole absurdity of the situation took over- he leaned against the door, not realizing this made the door swing shut, now at a full blown chuckle when the laughter suddenly died with sharp breath.

☆ ・‥… “ So, what are you doing now. “ by some miracle wish, his sudden flare of renew anger hushed down. it flickered silently in his eyes as barry challenged the broken man. it was like picking a fight with a dead machine. “ was all that pain and loss worth it? look, I’m no good at math but, what was left and who is gone. oh- sorry, too soon? well whatever. doesn’t seem like all that was worth it. “ ・‥…━━━☆

   “I guess not...” Is all he can say to that declaration. There are a lot of things he wishes he didn’t care about, if he was being completely honest, but he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t feel a thing. Saturn hopes that if he and those around him all believe it hard enough, it’ll become the complete truth. Then he can finally stop being in pain.

   Barry’s laughing now, for reasons that are beyond his own comprehension. With it being so inappropriate it comes off as unsettling. Just as suddenly as it began, it stops and the boy’s expression is colder than before. Rather than going for Saturn physically, he attempts to scar him with his words.

   So that’s the game he's decided to play.

   It doesn’t phase him too badly at first but of course he had to bring up Cyrus’ disappearance. The way he deliberately acknowledges that it may hurt him and then glazes over it in such a sarcastic and snide manner... it does strike a chord. Saturn’s dead heart bleeds out just a little.

   Don’t you dare talk about him. Don’t you dare talk about me or our dream like you understand anything at all.

   ... ... ...

   “I don’t need you to tell me that everything I worked so hard for was for nothing.” He already knows that it’s true and it’s more salt in the wound. “But it would have been worth it--- we were so close. Everyone’s pain would have been gone for good. Instead this world full of corruption and suffering will continue...” And Saturn will be trapped in it for the rest of his existence. Alone.

   He presses a hand against the side of his head, digging his nails into his scalp to try and get himself to stop that train of thought before he starts to feel too much.

   “You’re here to make sure I suffer enough to satisfy your thirst for revenge. You wouldn’t answer me but that’s the truth, isn’t it? What greater good does that serve, when I’m already being served ‘justice’ by the Interpol?    ... Spirit truly is a disease. It breeds violence and hate.” Saturn nearly sounds disappointed.

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{ sorry for not being active i totally blew my creative fuse but im slowly getting back into things after resting. have this... its saturn and @elekron }

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saturn: i dont care--- *proceeds to care*

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do you think Giratina was the literal 'devil' that had no choice but to be banished? Or, do you think he was just a well intentioned rebel?

   “I don’t care about Giratina or his backstory.” Despite how empty he's become inside, that name manages to bring out some anger. “All I know is that he’s the one who took everything away from me. For that, I suppose you could consider Giratina my own personal devil.”

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nya!!! you're as loyal as a dog!

   “Make fun all you like but I’m loyal to Master Cyrus alone for a reason. It’s not that I’ll bend to just anyone’s will, he’s earned my following. You wouldn’t understand but that is the best that I can give to him.” 

   Even if you put aside their shared dream and how every fiber of his being strives to make it a reality, the dedication doesn’t end there. It started well before that dream even existed.

   Cyrus... is a lot like Saturn, in a way. He too felt ignored and unwanted... like nothing he did was good enough. To show how grateful he is to Cyrus for everything he’s done for him and to show how much he cares, Saturn will give Galactic’s leader all of the attention and thoughtfulness that he was denied by those who should have loved him the most.

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commander Saturn! we're in some trouble, you see! we keep losing against a kid; they're pretty tough! EVERYONE'S losing...what is Cyrus going to say!? can you please help us out??

   “First of all, slow down...” Saturn takes a step back, grimacing slightly at the desperation of the grunt before him. “I have to say, I’m disappointed--- but that won’t solve anything. Of course I will see to taking care of it. New pokemon distributions or training workshops may be in order... and extra security... For now, I’ll dispatch Mars and Jupiter.   Thank you for informing me.”

   It’s frustrating to have to deal with a child potentially tampering with equipment, finding confidential files and otherwise getting in the way of their missions. On top of everything else they have on their plate, it’s like the work is never ending. The pile just gets higher and higher. Still, the only thing they can do is focus in that frustration into dealing with the situation as efficiently as possible. Doing so will make things easier on Cyrus.

   Saturn breaks into a stride, about to take their leave, before abruptly stopping and turning towards the grunt one last time.

   “I can assure you, no matter how many pokemon battles that child wins, it won’t impact on our path to success.” Keeping morale up at times like this is important. “Have faith in myself, the other Commanders, and most of all Master Cyrus. Now is not the time to panic, we’re well on our way to a brighter future.”

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{ inbox call? i wanna write but i cant concentrate on drafts atm or on the flip side if you want you can bother tf out of saturn thru my own inbox anon or not }

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juncity:

[🌟] - the events were still fresh in his mind. but it seemed as if everyone else was more than willing to put it all behind, willing to forgive and forget and move on. barry couldn’t. 

there was nothing to be gained by doing this. why kick a man down when he’s already on the ground, already lost a war that happened long ago. the right thing to do would be call the police, a man named looker as barry dimly recalls, but he couldn’t do it. not to volkner.

the blurry world around him was more vibrant than usual, but not in a pleasant way. the only thing clear was the sight of a door, and he banged on it, with all his strength- as if doing so would chase away all the burning hate for saturn, the betrayal from the gym leader, and the muted feeling of… despair?

how could volkner do this? why? what did the blond man see in ANY of  these former galactics that was worth forgiveness. barry’s face was blank, looking much like the human version of the calm before the storm. impatient. brewing. steady.

then the door opened.

☆ “ … “

barry’s eyes flashed blue for the briefest of moments and he almost recoiled from the blow of despair coming from saturn. he hadn’t felt anything like it. this person…might as well be a dead man walking; or, at least, that’s what barry saw.

 ☆ ・‥… “ you- what. “ ・‥…━━━☆

this? this hallow of a man was once a feared member? hair like an abandoned bird’s nest, and eyes that glazed over with nothingness… barry gritted his teeth and looked down, his knuckles turning white as he tried to control his bubbling anger. so that’s why volkner took him in. 

 ☆ ・‥… “ do you think this is a joke? who said you could look like that! “ ・‥…━━━☆

a nonsensical question. but it was all he could manage without blowing up.    ☆ so what so what so what ☆    , the two words kept replaying in his mind as barry waited for saturn to,-  ☆ ・‥… “say something already!” ・‥…━━━☆ his head snapped up and he glared at the other, even stepping closer to block the door- as if he was scared of saturn slipping away.

   The kid doesn’t look so committed once they’re face to face. It's not that he’s any less angry, judging by the clenched fists, but more like he’s been met with the unexpected--- which has left his resolve wavering. Saturn isn’t sure what to make of it just yet ( considering he’s dissociating and all ) but something has Barry shocked and at a loss for words.

   What he eventually goes on to say brings Saturn slowly back to the present. He blinks. That’s cheap, to go straight for his appearance. What does it matter anyway? Were they supposed to predict the circumstances of this visit and spruce up just for him? ... But that’s probably not what Barry meant.

   Coming all the way here with such ferocity, probably ready to talk Saturn’s ear off and rough him up for everything he’s done, only to find this pathetic shell of a person instead... Is that’s why he’s hesitating?

   You can’t push someone down further than rock bottom and Saturn’s been there for a long time. That’s not to say someone couldn’t try but it’s not as easy to call that ‘heroic’.

   ‘Say something already!’ Fine, fine...

   “What’s a joke? ... Am I laughing?” The sarcasm is evident, along with some genuine confusion. “I don’t know what you want me to say. You’re the one who came to me.” The blond boy makes the effort of blocking the door, as if they were going to shut it and avoid the entire interaction. Well, they’d be lying if they said they didn’t consider doing that.

   Saturn sighs deeply as they comb their fingers through their hair, only to get them stuck in the tangles and eventually give up.

   “But as long as you’re giving me this opening... How did you know I was here? And what do you want?    Can’t a guy rot away in peace---?”

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nejikifactori:

[▲] - his shoulder raises a fraction when saturn mentions charon, so easily identifying his ties with the old man as well.

grandfather mentioned me? in what way, praise? flippantly? pride? that- that hardly should matter!, but nejiki couldn’t deny the warm glow of happiness at the, usually, distant relative’s acknowledgement; even if it was indirect. however, the feeling quickly soured and left him just as cold- knowing the man, he probably only mentioned his materialistic successes void of any heartfelt ties or emotional fondness. as it should be. right?

⯈ “ I go by thorton. the pleasure is mine. “ ⯇ the words don’t flow as smoothly, a mere reply for social etiquette sake, and his voice wavered as if speaking took all his energy. even his handshake lacked grace and his grip was flimsy; granted he had to shift his prototype to the other hand to even accept the waiting hand. everything about him screamed young and unrefined…

but there is a glint in his eyes, sharply observant and inquisitive that stayed trained on the commander- not once did it wander around aimlessly and continued to fixate on saturn’s every movement. 

⯈ “ where else but- “ ⯇ his voice was impatient, annoyed even at the obvious question but his brain lights up with an idea. he keeps his demeanor the same, to not raise suspicion but a stuck-up smirk is evident. ⯈ “ -we, and by that I mean charon and I, agreed  that I get to have a grand tour of the infamous Galactic Energy building. I do believe you said you’ll gladly take the position? “ ⯇

though his words could be taken as sarcastic, nejiki’s face reflected nothing but sincerity. what saturn said was true. there was an observable lack of staff and the only other company seemed to be the constant hum of the generators scattered throughout. nejiki felt his palm sweat at his bold lie and the thought of wasting a commander’s time, but he was fed up with charon’s avoidance to his questions. 

this saturn guy was definitely not pleasant company, nor did he seemed to be any easier to yield answers. but it didn’t hurt to try. he couldn’t call himself an inventor if he didn’t.

⯈ “ I lied. “ ⯇  he attempts to joke but his voice is flat. making a good impression with a joke or two is good networking, he read in a textbook. ⯈ “ I don’t expect anything grand. A simple show around will suffice. “ ⯇

   The awkwardness surrounding the other is palpable. Saturn takes note of the thing he’s holding and stares at it until their handshake parts ways. It looks like a homemade machine... If that’s the case, he can see why Charon brought his name up. Must be sharp, intellectually speaking. And to be wandering their facilities so brazenly... Nejiki might be awkward but he’s definitely not the meek sort. Those eyes are way too alert and mischievous.

   Sounds troublesome.

   All they’ve done so far is be polite and offer to guide this visitor to their destination and they’re already being met with impatience. As one of the founders of the company, it irks them to be treated like someone who can be roped along like a show pony. Suddenly it’s a grand tour now? You’ve got to be kidding.

   Turns out he was kidding, if you could even consider something like that a joke... It doesn’t get so much as a smirk out of Saturn. Especially not when he’s still insisting on a tour--- grand or not, it’s unreasonable. One might even say it’s... unbelievable...

   “... If you and Charon planned for you to have a tour of this building, then why would he not organize someone to guide you through it?” Fingers hover by their chin as they tilt their head curiously. If Nejiki were just going to a particular room he might be able to let a lack of forethought slide but you can’t have a tour without a guide. It goes hand in hand. “How odd. At the very least, I’d expect him to take you himself.” It’s being said in a roundabout and neutral way but frankly speaking, they don’t buy it just yet.

   “If you’re sure it’s a tour you’re looking for, I can bring you along to talk about it with Charon. Since you’ve planned it together then he shouldn’t have any problem being the guide instead of me.” He’s giving Nejiki a chance to back out in case he’s lying. If he’s not, then he can go on the tour with his grandfather. Win-win.

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It's been a rough time for Cyrus, the lights in his apartment off as he sits with his back to the wall, staring at the ceiling. It's been an unusual two days without him showing up to work, or notifying anyone of his absence. There's no sign of consumed food, and Weavile watches in slight worry from the couch. The stresses of running a company just learning to crawl appear to weigh heavy on him. It's abnormal, to say the least.

   The weight that the two of them carry is at times a burden. Saturn knows all too well that Cyrus bears the worst of it— but he almost always does so with grace and poise. Those who don’t know him so well might even think of the man as a lifeless working machine but he’s very much human. And that comes with all sorts of limitations.

   So the first day Cyrus doesn’t show up to work without any sort of warning, Saturn lets it slide. He takes it upon himself to keep things running smoothly in his absence. It must be something urgent, or he simply needs a day to himself. Of course the Commander is worried sick but he does his best to not show it. It will be fine.

   The next day comes and he’s still missing. One is already strange enough, but two in a row? Maybe things are not so fine.

   Despite the concerns that gnaw at them from the inside out, it would be irresponsible of them to leave work early. Saturn is second-in-command for a reason. When things like this happen, they need to stand firm for Cyrus’ sake. Not just anybody can be in charge.

   However, the very moment that everyone had gone home and the doors to the HQ and warehouse were locked, Saturn heads straight to his boss’ apartment without even changing out of uniform. Using the spare key that he was entrusted with, he lets himself inside.

   What he’s welcomed with is darkness. The light from the hallway illuminates a shrouded figure that’s listlessly sat on the floor, gaze glued to an empty ceiling. Such a sight makes his heart sink down to his stomach.

   “… … Cyrus, what’s wrong?” Turning on the lights might be too much of a shock, so Saturn opts to close the door and let his own eyes adjust for now.

   “Have you been here the whole time, sitting in the dark? … I didn’t forget about you, I promise. I almost came yesterday but I convinced myself that it would sort itself out. I should have checked anyway.”His tone of voice does not at all hide how he’s feeling, as if the rambling doesn’t give it away already. ”I’m sorry.”

   There’s not a single plate, left out container, or food packet to be seen… That observation doesn’t sit well with him.

   “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Saturn kneels down before Cyrus, looking to him for answers.

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[▲] - prototype of the vr.recorder in hand, nejiki scaled yet another set of stairs and almost tripped over shoes that were a size too big- his mother assured that he would grow into them. somehow, he was doubtful. annoying footwear aside, the young boy took in the hallway and shook his head at the lack of useful name plates. which room was he supposed to go in?

this humble town could barely keep its crumbling statue together and here stomped in, an organization that proclaimed itself to be an energy company, and erected a futuristic building. 

not that he cared. he only wanted to see his grandfather and boast about his first invention!

the thought brought a spring to his step, only to quickly die at the sight of, not a balding head, but two pointed blue hair in a dimply lit office. his nose flared with annoyance but kept it together as he stepped closer inside.

he almost mistook the other to be another grunt but the way the blue haired boy held himself was one who was confident in his position, the straightened back of one who is ready to bark orders if necessary. ah, perhaps he could help.

⯈ “ hmm, pardon me. i seem to be lost. oh, and I assure you I’m a visitor.” ⯇ he quickly held up a lanyard with a note attached. hastily scribbled on was, ‘visitor. permission commander charon’, and though it looked ridiculous it was authentic- it was as if this organization never considered having outsider.

⯈ “ I don’t want to assume but logic tells me you also hold the title, ‘commander’, no? “ ⯇ 

                                                        ⯈  @cronostellar

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   Loud footsteps catch Saturn’s attention. They’re clumsy and excitable, if the sound of stumbling and something akin to skipping is anything to go off of. It feels out of place.

   Certainly none of the employees would simply wander into his office without knocking first. It’s not one of the Commanders either. So just who is this exactly?

   “... A visitor?” No one had informed him of this, which is rather annoying. Seeing the note with Charon’s familiar handwriting scrawled all over it is enough to tip him off to what’s going on.

   With a sigh, they rise to their feet, closing the tabs open on their computer before turning their full attention to Nejiki. No matter how he feels about it on the inside, Saturn presents himself as polite and calm.

   “Yes, that’s right--- You may call me Commander Saturn. And you must be Charon’s grandson.” The man had mentioned such a relative enough times for Saturn to take note of it. It must have been inevitable that he’d invite Nejiki over at some point ( Being that he’s an aspiring inventor, apparently. Worth keeping an eye on ). But to do it like this... Charon’s truly a scientist through and through... No business sense or consideration for his superiors at all. He could have at least said something.

   “To have you wandering by yourself like this without an escort--- I’m not surprised that you ended up getting lost... If I had been notified I’d have organized one for you. Please excuse the miscommunication.” Having an outsider roaming freely through their headquarters is a disaster waiting to happen. Before long this guy would either end up hurting himself with equipment and filing a lawsuit or discovering something confidential. So... Saturn has no choice.

   “At this point, it can’t be helped. I’ll take the position during your stay here at Galactic Energy. Pleasure to have you here.” The words flow from their mouth all too easily, as expected of the Commander who deals with clients and employees on a day to day basis. A hand is held out for a brief handshake greeting. “Where was it that you were trying to get to?”

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CYRUS SAID YOU ARE A GOOD BOI

   “That’s to be expected.    I do everything in my power to be… ‘good’ and work hard with Master Cyrus’ well-being and interests in mind. If I ever didn’t meet his standards I’m sure I’d be told immediately in private— which has not happened, so I’m not surprised that he would have positive feedback to share.” Saturn may be confident about that but reassurance and verbal praise does make his heart swell.

   “I can’t recall a time where I’ve ever been given his opinion second-hand, however…” Has Cyrus been talking about him? It’s hard to stop himself from smiling.

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@juncity

   Despite the fact that they’re an ‘enemy’ to Sinnoh and beyond, this is the first time someone’s come to their door in such an aggressive manner ( not that many people know where Saturn lives ). The slamming of fists against wood could hardly be considered knocking. There is little reason to answer when it’s so obvious that the person on the other side is angry and possibly even violent.

   Yet, here Saturn is heading to the door.

   You could say that he wouldn’t mind if the person wanted to hurt him. It all really doesn’t matter anymore. Plus, why would someone with such intentions even bother with waiting to be let in?

   While he was prepared for a punch to the face he wasn’t so prepared for such a familiar and unpleasant looking face. That kid, ‘Barry’... He doesn’t have much experience with him first hand but he’s seen and heard things. He’s one of those brats who was trying to cause a muck of Galactic’s plans. Not that those group of kids were necessarily successful in affecting the outcome in any way. If it weren’t for Cyrus being trapped in the Distortion World, they would have succeeded regardless of their interference.

   Still, seeing him reminds him of his Master’s disappearance. It reminds him of better days from when he was still around.

   Saturn leans on the door frame, expression distant like he’s watching his life play out from the third perspective. Why did he answer the door again? Huh... It was probably a bad idea.

   The ex-Commander appears to be tired. Their long hair, which shows major signs of regrowth ( revealing natural black ) isn’t tied up or brushed. With plain loose clothes worn in favor of a uniform they no longer own, they look like your average shut in.

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Reminds me of childhood memories, when everything was as clear as the bright blue sky~

2. Most fun day they can remember.

   A fuzzy, old memory... Takao’s mother when out with him. Not with anyone else, just the two of them. She took him to a ‘park’ dedicated to a story book he'd been reading over and over--- one about a Zubat that lived with Pidgeys. 

   It was dark and as they followed the path together they could see lit up stages with small, cute animatronics posed and repeating certain motions to act out different parts of the story. She took a photo of him inside the entrance and bought him a Zubat doll from the gift store to commemorate the visit.

   The calm music paired with ambient sounds, holding hands with his mother and spending quality time with her--- where he received all of her attention. When looking for pleasant childhood memories, this one floats to the surface and outshines the rest. Even Takao himself can’t quite find the words to explain why, or maybe he just doesn’t want to think about it.

   To this day, despite it all, he still has that Zubat doll and the photo. Stored away somewhere secretly, of course.