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OKAY APPARENTLY TUMBLR IS GOING TO BE A LITTLE BITCH. I posted this over @rangerwriting, my blog that’s mostly dedicated to Pokemon and keeping people updated on my Ranger series progress. But it won’t show up in any of the tags. If you want to stay updated on the progress of that series, I would suggest following that blog. But at least for Ranger week, I’ll be posting my contributions over here.
Here’s a small teaser for the series in the form of the beginning of chapter one. I still have yet to even finish the characters, let alone start plotting but this short stretch didn’t require any plotting since I already had a good idea of what I wanted to do.
She tugged at the overly large pants and jacket, shivering a bit in the cool ocean breeze. A silent thanks left her lips for the fact the Union had finished testing and standardised Fiore’s new uniforms; she couldn’t imagine trying to wear what they had suggested for the female ones! But the thanks didn’t reach her eyes or last long as she looked around the deserted docks, wrapping her arms around herself.
Where was Spenser? He had promised to meet her at eight sharp, yet it was quarter past nine. The ship had been delayed in the layover in Johto, so it was late. Mr. Burt had warned her Spenser was often late to appointments, but he usually arrived within fifteen minutes of the scheduled time. Had he gotten fed up with waiting for her? Had he backed down on his promise and left her to some other Base Leader? She shifted to look at the crumpled letter in her pocket, but the faint notes of a violin caught her attention.
Solana moved through the fog and found the violin player. Even with the vibrant colors she wore, her white hair blended with the fog, lending to the feel of an ethereal dream. The new Ranger perked up, though, when she recognised one of her favorite melodies and couldn’t stop herself from signing.
Through the darkened fog,
Melodies of light find us
Our hearts join together
To find our way home…
The violin stopped abruptly as Solana finished the first verse and player backed up, her eyes widening when she saw her. Solana gave the other girl a shy smile, but the spooked musician picked up her case and darted away like a frightened Starly. It took only a matter of moments for her to disappear entirely into the fog and Solana shivered again, reminded of the eerie silence around her. Her breaths froze in her chest for a moment as she gripped the jacket tightly, her eyes darting back and forth before she shut them tightly. She was alone in a strange region, away from her home for the first time ever and she didn’t have anybody to lean on or ask for help and she didn’t know the culture or native language and--
“Hey, relax.” A gentle voice stopped the intrusive thoughts though she continued hyperventilating, her breath spiking even higher when she felt a coat wrapped around her shoulders. “Hey, take it easy, Solana, and try to breath with the rhythm I’m going to set, okay?” He knew her name? That meant? But she managed a tiny nod. “Slowly now. In and out. In and out. In and out…” The man continued on like that for several minutes until she finally felt her muscles relax and she was able to look up at him.
Seafoam-green hair with deep blue eyes that invoked the sky itself and a gentle smile that matched his voice.
Solana collapsed against Spenser and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back gently. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived, Solana; I ran into some trouble with the Go-Rocks. Jeffrey warned me about your anxiety, so I was there at the designated time, but those criminals-- Anyway, I’m here and you don’t have to worry now.” She just nodded, her voice still paralysed from the panic attack. At least she wasn’t alone in this strange world now…
I am continuously hung up over love.
I live and breathe love.
I wake up, walk down the sidewalk,
eat my meals, and go to bed,
thinking, dreaming about love.
my art is about love.
when I paint, it’s because of love,
when I write, create, design, fight, cry,
sleep, run, die, it’s all for love.
I’m living for love.
