It’s as if all that time between their meetings surfaces back to memory, and Dawn can clearly see within her mind’s eye just how much has changed since then. Just how much the world has opened before her, and how much she’s opened before the world. Crazy to think how quickly the sands of time flow in one direction, right beneath her very nose.
Still, fate works in the most mysterious of ways. It had, atop Spear Pillar. As well as within the Distortion World. And, yet again, it’s working before her very eyes: bringing her face to face with an old acquaintance, as well as one of her biggest inspirations.
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“Well, more or less. This is where Shion and the rest of our little pack usually come back to, after traveling as often as we do, y’know?” Gen shrugs, laughing a little at Dawn and how she never seems to hesitate in asking questions-- they supposed some traits just never go away. Not that they minded, of course, because it was very hard to ruffle them and their seemingly limitless patience with others.
They almost turn around to try and look over their shoulder, as if trying to see what Dawn could’ve been possibly looking for; it’s an aborted movement, because they remember that it’s unlikely that she could see anything past the light illuminating their immediate surroundings. She really was just curious, then? They smile as they listen to her explain herself, and they do their best to not laugh a little-- they didn’t want to be rude, or make her feel as if they were laughing at her.
“The festival, huh? Is it really that time of year again?” Gen hums as they rock back on their heels, and tilts their head curiously to the side. “I do hope you have fun there, now that you decided to finally go,” Gen wasn’t particularly one for crowds themselves, so they seldom participated in such festivities-- they did hear it was fun for most people, though. They think the kid (she was still a kid, right? she still seemed so young to him, despite everything else) would enjoy it.
They blink again at the mention of Iron Island, a curious noise in their throat; Shion mirrors them, or perhaps its vice versa, like always. “Oh? What is it exactly about this place? The old mines? Or...?” They trail of uncertainly, unsure of what they might’ve talked about together before; the past tended to blur together for them.
“It’s good that you didn’t fly here, though. That would’ve been very bad. Did you not look at the forecast for this area, though? Uhm-- you are alright, yes? You know Shion and I can patch you up if you aren’t,”
Maybe–Clair thinks, squinting as a jagged scar of forked lightning rips through the turbulent Sinnoh skies–I should have stayed in today.
It’s just like the stubborn Blackthorn Gym Leader to have this thought now, when she’s already in the thick of things. Just hours before, she had been comfortably curled up with a book researching Gible in the Canalave library, and now she was holding onto one of her Dragonites for dear life, blindly seeking shelter from what seemed to be a Sinnoh-exclusive maelstrom.
Clair’s currently facing the consequences of her impatient confidence–confidence that led her to take her more inexperienced Dragonite out for flight practice (even with ominous clouds looming in the distance), and encouraged her to track down Gible along the unfamiliar Sinnoh coast. Trapped in the swirling sky, the rain drives at the Johto native in harsh sheets, the wind nearly tearing the cape off her back…and still Clair maintains a firm grip on her Pokemon, a testament to her strength and dragon mastery.
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It’s not everyday that someone is stupid enough to get caught up in one of the storms off the coast of Sinnoh, especially the ones that frequently envelope the waters surrounding Iron Island. Not that Gen likes calling people stupid, but that’s what Ren grumbled as the Salamence loomed over the washed up trainer and her poor Dragonite. The worst of the storm had certainly passed by the time that they found them, but the duo didn’t seem the best for wear-- perhaps they should escort them to somewhere drier to recuperate at least. A quick check up is in order first, probably.
Gen nearly had a heart attack when she moved her head earlier-- appearing to already be getting up-- only for her to slump back into the ground, unconscious. Which was unfortunate, because they didn’t really like tending to people without knowing who they were; it always feels odd, manipulating the body to mend itself, of someone that’s unaware. They think that this is a reasonable circumstance, though; the glares that Ren was giving them because of their hesitance made them quickly make up their mind regardless.
With some gentle assurances to the young Dragonite, the guardian knelt down beside Clair; softly glowing eyes swiftly assessed her current state, and Gen was relieved to see that the trainer was barely harmed. Her body might’ve gone into shock, though, and they think she might have a mild concussion-- but all in all, with how the weather was earlier, her overall good health was surely a testimony to the young Dragonite’s efforts. Their hands hovered by her head for a moment, an attempt to use Aura to help heal her-- she’ll probably wake up feeling better next time, for sure, if a little like stretched out taffy.
They paused to relay a message to Shion about the discovered trainer and her Dragonite; the Lucario was closer inland, tending to the gardens that they managed to grow on the island’s soil, but was nonetheless within the range of a quick emanation. He’ll arrange a place for the guests to rest, while Gen finishes tending to any injuries; then they’ll have Ren escort them to their makeshift home. Yes, that seemed like a plan! They surely hoped both trainer and dragon alike would be alright.
“Hey, buddy, I’m gonna just check over you real quick, alright? Just like what I did with your trainer. It’s just like Heal Pulse, I promise. Yes, she’s alright! You did very well in trying to protect her from the brunt of your fall, yes,” Gen spoke softly, albeit quickly, as they inched closer to the Dragonite and repeated the process they used on Clair. Thank goodness for the resilience of Dragon-Types, because Dragonite seemed to be pretty okay-- exhausted, a little battered but nothing a couple of berries, and some zaps of Aura to encourage faster healing, can’t fix.
With that settled, Gen gingerly picked up Clair and placed her on Ren’s back-- they didn’t want to risk straining the Dragonite any further by making it carry her. “Alright, buddy, you feeling up to following us back to our camp? It’s safer and drier than just staying out here on the beach. Especially when high tide comes in, yeah? Just, uhm, follow Ren here. Bright blue dragon twice as big as you with vibrant red wings-- hard to miss, with all the grays of this island.”
It didn’t take long to fly back to their apparent camp, which was of course just past the mouth of a cave. After securing the nests-- because they didn’t really have any actual beds for the trainer to lay on, but soft bedding was soft bedding-- for Clair and her Dragonite, Ren curled up nearby while Gen and Shion sat beside their impromptu guests. They weren’t sure if it was appropriate to take off her soaked cloak, so they just draped their coat over the trainer and just hoped that’d be enough to ward off the chills.
Noticing her beginning to stir again, Gen did their best to not lean forward apprehensively-- they didn’t want to, like, spook her. “Uhm, good morning! Are you, ah, feeling alright miss?”
buuuut. some three songs in particularly i associate him w/ would be:
blinding by florence + the machine
this song rlly reminds me of how he kinda. perceives the world? also it’s just a fun bop to listen to over and over!
the sore feet song by ally kerr
this is the op from mushishi and that series is always so... feels-good and aesthetically pleasing, plus ginko (the mc who’s like... always having to wander bc of his innate abilities) and his involvement with the titular mystical beings gives me quite a bit of gen inspiration! plus the song itself is just... really sweet and nice to listen to.
o death by kate mann
this song also gets me in a mood for writing gen... not quite sure why, but something about it just reminds me of him? and specifically his past life as ayumu/sir aaron;;
There’s certainly a handful of nightmares, that Gen has. But, the most prominent one that haunts their memory is exactly that-- it’s a memory. But it’s one that doesn’t necessarily belong to them.
It’s relatively brief, compared to some other dreams they have, but far from being the least jarring.
It’s the hero Ayumu’s final moments. There’s a palpable desperation in the air-- the clang of metal and teeth and claws as the enemy nations threaten to swallow the small kingdom their clan called home. There was blood everywhere, and one by one the swarm of lights would dim, bit by bit, and it was indiscernible to tell who has just fallen. It happens too quickly, one after another.
One moment, their Lucario partner is with them-- the next, swallowed by the din of the battlefield. They’ll never see Edelweiss again.
The taste of iron is in their mouth, and in a blink they stand within the Tree of Beginning. They want to save everyone; it’s a desperate plea.
And then they s l o w l y... oh, so terribly slowly, turn into crystal. The price of their wish, their sacrifice, all because they wanted the terrible war to just stop, once and for all. From the soles of their feet and the tips of their fingers, the process creeps across their skin, and it feels like molasses, before the outside of their body is entirely encased in it.
But their heart still beats, for those terrifying moments afterwards-- and their lungs struggle to breathe. And they can’t even see for sure, whether they are successful-- and that uncertainty is what crushes them, surely, and just when they feel as if they might just shatter--
😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?, for the lovely Gen.
One of the things that Gen is always afraid of, is hurting someone because of something he did. He’d be extremely careful not to lash out at someone, and instead would become more and more withdrawn as he gets more stressed. They bottle things up, hoping that he won’t burst; that things would be resolved before he ever gets to that point.
(Of course, this doesn’t work all the time-- but when one usually lives alone, seldom contacting other people, it tends to be the easier route.)
🙊what would my muse say their biggest flaw is ⧱ what really is my muse’s biggest flaw
@whitenspark also asked the above^
“Me? Oh, I’m not sure... but, I guess I’m just not the greatest when it comes to people. Sometimes I, just, can’t help someone, and that’s--!” Gen gives an awkward laugh, before ducking their head and hiding under the brim of their hat.
Gen is too hard on themselves. They hold themselves to a ridiculous, vague standard that’s based on what is essentially a fairy tale-- and they don’t have enough personal details of Ayumu’s reality to better mold these self-appointed expectations they’ve crafted. They’re too quick to put themselves at fault at every little thing that goes wrong-- especially when it comes down to simply being unable to help something, be it something that was unavoidable or someone merely not wanting the help. They’re stupidly stubborn, with how persistent they can be just so they can be helpful.
Sometimes, Gen wishes he was just a normal person. There are moments where, after spending so much time observing the lives of others, he'll end up longing for something that just can't be. Growing up without a family that watched him with mounting trepidation; of being without the unobtainable legacy of another life--
It makes him feel guilty, and a little dirty, whenever he catches himself. After all, in the accounts of the Guardians, they're regarded as being gifted; what he has is valuable and important, and to think anything else of it would be insulting to the heavens above.
Besides, he managed to find a new family for himself anyways-- sure, they're all a bit odd, but he loves his Pokemon dearly. He's grateful for them.
There's just so much he'll never be able to even try and get back.
🍰 - oh it is most definitely anything chocolate! The sweet is a rather rare treat for Gen to have, but when given the chance he'll wolf down tons of the stuff! There's just nothing better to him than sitting on some secluded bench and munching away with Shion perched beside him.
Flaws. We all have them. Even our muses. In fact, they often make for better, more engaging characters. Send a symbol to learn about one of my muse’s weaknesses!
🙊what would my muse say their biggest flaw is
⧱ what really is my muse’s biggest flaw
🤳name three physical imperfections my muse has (birthmarks, gray hairs, muscular definition, etc)
🙈what’s my muse’s biggest blind spot?
🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?
😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?
💚what does my muse get envious over?
🚫what is one thing my muse wouldn’t want someone else to know about them?
🛌my muse’s biggest nightmare
✍️does my muse have a learning disability?
🎒what was my muse’s worst subject in school?
🙅♂️what does my muse feel insecure about?
👾what was my muse’s childhood bogeyman?
🙉what are two things that make my muse uncomfortable in conversation
Her heart, skipping over several of its beats, is elated once her eyes deduce exactly who the person within the otherworldly blue light is. “Gen!” She exclaims with both surprise and excitement, her eyes on the verge of producing tears if it hadn’t been for her already being drenched. Dawn rings out her scarf, and gathers her composure, as Empoleon exchanges a nod with Gen’s Lucario. “Arceus, am I glad it’s you!”
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For a second, they were worried that something was wrong; Dawn's frantic heartbeats at first were certainly alarming-- but at least there was no actual harm done. They're not sure what startled her so badly, though... the storm? Possibly.
Gen let's themselves laugh, the corners of their eyes crinkling as they watch Dawn's Monferno promptly dry her off. Well, that was a certainly a convenient. Perhaps they should've done something like that earlier, instead of simply shaking themselves like a dog-- mirroring Shion.
They blink owlishly at her, humming as they piece their words together. They think they know why she's come here, after a moment of consideration. If she was still anything like she was as a child, then surely something about the ruins within Iron Island has caught her interest.
They just hope it's still an innocent curiosity.
“Yes, it has been awhile, hasn't it? We can tell that you've grown a lot since the time we first met!” Shion yips and nods in agreement.
It's… Odd, sometimes, how the world seems to be moving at a faster pace than Gen was. Sometimes it does feel like there's centuries weighing down on their shoulders; other times it was like they barely blinked and small towns turned into an array of towering skyscrapers-- that is how they feel like when it comes to Dawn. Like a little sapling that shoot up into a giant tree, during the brief moment they weren't looking.
They wave their free hand in the air, making some sort of vague gesture. “Oh, well, we've just been traveling and training like usual-- helping folks whenever we can, before coming back home here.” A pause, and they cocked their head to the side. “What about you, Champ? And what brings you here, if I may ask?”
Antonio didn’t really know what to expect, but the agreement certainly isn’t one of them. Rather, he would have understood if Gen had other plans. As it is, the held breath escapes his lips, then curls into a little smile. “Ah, g-great!” He too gets to his feet, brushing off the bits of grass stuck to his trousers. Paddy chatters a little, having been quite comfortable with his position but dutifully gets to his feet anyway.
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Well, there was a reason Gen made sure to keep the rest of his pack in their Pokeballs, while out in the city. He figured that folks wouldn’t be to keen on having a huge bear or giant dragon roam the streets; it did help that Antonio helped confirmed his suspicions at least! Besides, there’s a palpable excitement in the air now-- he can taste it in the air, almost. Vibrating, he adjusts his hat as he quickly checks himself over-- making sure everything was squared away.
There’s a laugh tickling at the back of his throat. “Why, I think you just read my mind! It’ll be like a picnic, won’t it? It’ll be nice!”
Perhaps, eating lunch in a secluded place outside would be best anyways. Now that he thinks about it, no one in the pack is particularly fond of the indoors-- other than the beds that sometimes come with it. No, this is definitely the best that could happen. He hopes the smile on his face express such-- he truly does appreciate this! “Having take-out and eating with everyone... I’m sure they’d appreciate the meal and the chance to stretch their legs and play for a bit!”
Shion somehow manages to perk up even more, at the mention of the bakery. Such a sucker for sweets, he is. Not like Gen didn’t also have a sweet tooth-- that was another shared trait between them. He chuckles at his partner’s growing excitement, and soon gives Antonio an eager closed-eye smile. “Your family’s bakery? Oh, why of course we’ll go there with you, too! We don’t doubt your word for a second-- their treats certainly sound delicious.”
Chocolate was always always good, though-- then again, they don’t have chocolate or goodies in general that often. Shion’s practically starting to beg already; Gen’s stomach is starting to agree, too.
“Let’s get going, then?” He prompts, tipping his hat.
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