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Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
reload; okay, friends! i have two drafts still, but i will get to them later on! in the morning i will be on jakurai to herald the results of death respect! i might not be on any of the boys after that, though, bc wednesdays are usually my classwork days. y’all have a good one!
@lightoball:
it was noisy, and the softness of the grass was missing. eyes cracked open to see not the lush greens and browns of the forest; in fact, no sign of any wilderness. a voice reached his ears, which twitched. the only source was the human sitting in one of those big things which carried them around when not walking on foot. the look he gave felt appropriate for the confusion in the Pokémon.
then it dawned. this wasn’t anywhere he knew. that human must have been a Trainer!
FIGHT ►RUN
Pikachu ran away!
little paws moved as fast as possible, letting him flee before the startled voice from behind could give chase. but the fright that had come from such a strange place remained fresh and strong. there was a giant pit, or something, nearby that stretched out as far as the eye could see. maybe this was the edge of the area… wherever it was.
as far as his feet could carry him did he run, slowing to a stop in a meadow, with bright pink trees which looked oddly out of place from what he knew. it didn’t make sense, where was this? how was he here? then it dawned.
“PIKKAAAAAA!!”
Now, the gunman has absolutely no idea what a Pokémon is, so you’ll have to forgive him if he offends, though a loud cry from a bit away in that meadow causes him to start. ( what the-- ) It’s a mouse. Actually, it looks an awful lot like the “gay rights yellow mouse” he’d seen some kids talking about in a chatroom back home ( shelke had insisted he try to get with the times, so she’d made an account on some random chatting site called “chaos” for him -- much to her own amusement ). Except, rather than an “emoji” on a screen, this small creature is very much alive and in front of his eyes. Well, regardless of what it is, it is frightened. Running from something? He looks behind it, and doesn’t see anything. Tilting his head, he listens for any hurried footsteps coming closer, but...nothing.
“Hey, little guy, there’s no one running after you right now. Are you hurt?”
While he keeps his voice to what he hopes is a calming, low tone, he’s not at all expecting Pikachu to actually understand him. How that revelation will come, I’ve no idea.
@toughgcy:
“I know what I want. And I expected it to be empty.”
it could mean he’s happy with his life, or not.
“Maybe it will be someone you love.” always a time to mention love.
“Yeah, but have you been a good boy?”
That might be said with the slightest touch of sarcasm -- talks of love get him ... testy, shall we say.
@latrocinari:
“… It’s too cold. Anyone who enjoys this weather are out of their minds.”
Cold weather wasn’t exactly a favorite of his.
“I don’t hate this weather, but I find the spring more enjoyable than the middle of winter. “Summer, though...”
Summer is an absolute horror.
( Take off that cloak, you old fool. )
@haemoneiron:
“Hello, my name’s Crow. Sorry for disturbing you, I won’t take much of your time.”
“Have you ever donated blood? Would you like to? I’m looking for donors. Less than a pint, it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes and of course you will be compensated for your contribution.”
“While I’ve ... had blood taken from me, I don’t think I’ve ever volunteered ... and I ... can’t. I’m ... ineligible.”
A lack of an actual working cardiovascular system counts as “ineligible for blood donation,” doesn’t it?
@toughgcy:
“Why not? mine was empty.”
“ ... I don’t really think it’s empty, if it’s a gift from a g o d ... Are you sure?”
@limonadaquimica:
❝ Good with chemistry, althooough there aaarre some crossovers with biology, I mean there’s an entiiire biochemistry field, which is interesting all it’s own~ !!! ❞ She’s a little too excited about it, getting a little too into the man’s personal space as her excitement grows.
❝ Why do you ask~? ❞
“Ah--”
He does lean back a bit, away from her. He’s never quite been one for getting close.
“Well ... people here have ... all sorts of abilities, don’t they? I was wondering if you might know anything about how a human could have ... ex- pedited regeneration.”
“If I’m to understand you correctly, a man named Hojo gave you that arm?”
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“ ... At this point I think I’m a little afraid to open the box I found this morning.”
Those Who Fight! - Final Fantasy VII
VII 1 hour drawing
Cloud, Tifa, Barret, Aerith, Red XIII, Yuffie, Cait Sith, Vincent, Cid
so, still more…
@sanctiichor:
The Warrior gives a hum of acknowledgement, of that he was sure of having witnessed Vincent fight. The man moved like a well oiled machine, so it was no question he knew how to handle himself.
At the next inquiry , the armored man gave a small sigh , having grown quite used to being the one to fill a newcomer in on the happenings in the world-
“ To put it simply, we are here to fight and gather energy to help sustain the world…for it seems the gods that inhabit this world cannot create such energy themselves, which is why they call upon us. “
Light gestures towards the others just behind them, who were still milling about , enjoying their moment of reprise as the two men talked.
“ Moments like these are few and in between and believe me when I say all of us wish to return home than fight one another. “
While Light was more than thrilled to see his comrades again ( though his face would not show it much to the dismay of everyone ) he did not wish to be here constantly fighting once again, and he is certain the others feel the same way. What irks him even more was the fact that both gods here were dragging in new people, such as Y’shtola , Noctis and Vincent…there was no need to bring anyone else in.
At the reply, the gunman shakes his head, though he does catch the slight sigh uttered by the other. ( is he usually the one to do this? ) That isn’t what he meant.
“No, I’ve heard all of that. I wasn’t looking for the t e x t b o o k answer.”
And with that he catches and holds the Warrior’s gaze. Needless to say, he’s all but shocked he happens to be in the goddess’s militia rather than her opponent’s, but his mindset is...not altruistic, in any sense. He does not care for these gods nor their plight: they are not his goddess; this is not his world. No, his question is more of a silent wonder if the knight afront him actually believes all of it.
“With the implication being that these g o d s are strong enough to call us but too w e a k to put us back?”
‘are you decent?’ not morally, but im wearing pants, if thats what youre asking
“Hey, you’re good at science, right? Do you know anything about human biology or things that would have an effect on it?”
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“So...can you explain to me how this rain thing of yours works?”
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