#etervast

[crueliste]

Hands Proton a bar of totally normal and completely not suspect soap(???). It's purple. And glows a little.

"Bon appetit."

" not sure if you should accept soup from eldritch horror space worms. but whatever, it glows. like me. how bad can it be, " downs it all in one go. / @etervast

[danderosa]

@etervast asked: It's you. Despite the quiet returning to my mind once more, despite what damage I cast, you persist. You have the true Soul of a Knight, did you know that? ... Can I be forgiven?

Leon wonders, briefly, if this is a dream of some kind. He doesn't remember going to sleep, but he's never felt this... floaty, before. Separated from everything in the "real world", floating untethered like a cork in water.

That doesn't stop the fear from creeping up his spine all the same, the deep scars slicing through his flesh beginning to prickle with an uncomfortable heat. If he pays them close enough attention, he knows that soon they'll start to throb with their own little heartbeat, a weirdly comforting reminder that the thing is still beating. He's still alive.

Besides, dreams can't hurt you, right? He can be brave about this.

One deep breath.

Then another.

They shake on the exhale, but that's alright. At least he is breathing, and not falling immediately into hyperventilating like he used to. Maybe it's the talking that's helping. He'd be able to hear it if it turned aggressive, right? He'd have some warning.

He steps closer and speaks without thinking, the words slipping out almost unconsciously.

❝ It wasn't your fault. ❞

❝ You... were put in that position. You reacted like any cornered Pokémon, just... a very powerful one. ❞

With a trembling hand, he reaches out to brush his fingertips against the creature's... snout? Thing? Leon has to admit that he's never before given much thought to Eternatus's anatomy, but he's pleasantly surprised by the warmth of it. There's something else there, too... Something like static electricity, like when he used to press his palms against his grandma's old TV and feel it fizz against his skin.

❝ Do you forgive yourself? ❞

[galarglory]

@etervast has been adopted: precious child baby daughter whom i love

"Yeah Eternapa?"

[profprincess]

Beautiful pursuiter of knowledge, Great Mind of her Kind, why do you not pursue that deep wish of yours? What makes you afraid?

It would be dishonest to say that Wedgehurst is ever anything but quiet, even at its busiest moments. But evening brings its own sort of silence as night creeps over the little town, over her lab.

(What a hypocrite she is, telling Hop to head home every night without so much as a book in hand while she often stays to the wee hours of the morning. But he would have plenty of time to overwork himself when he was an adult, too, if he so chose; the best she could do was try to teach him better than that.)

Another late night. The lead-up to a League season is always busy, with a billion proposals and trainer's licenses and rules and revisions to sort through. (Galar must be on the cutting edge, as always.) The only time Sonia can find for her own study is after the doors have closed.

So she sits at her desk, the pieces of her power spot detector scattered wherever there's space, lines of code and spreadsheet data splayed across her computer's screens. She's overdue for a break, and her mind begins to wander.

Sonia picks up the Wishing Star sat in front of her monitor (a piece of her latest version of the power spot detector.) She leans back in her chair, holding it out in her hand. Studying the odd shape as she turns it between her fingers.

To those who hold a sincere wish in his heart, a Wishing Star may appear.

Her wish, huh...? Did she have one of those? She may have, once. She once wished to be champion. Later she wished for Leon's success. She wished for knowledge.

(Right now, she wishes she could just get this damn power spot detector working.)

Or maybe she's already gotten her wish. She's lived up to her Grandmother's name; she's Galar's Professor. The one to discover the truth of the Darkest Day. Respected, lauded, brilliant. But the work never truly ends, does it? Not even once your wish comes true.

She doesn't think she has one anymore.

A wish... a wish is nothing. It's ephemeral. It's nothing more than words. To wish is to leave things to the hands of fate. Wishing had done her no good. (Not without a price.) Wishing was best left to other people. People like Leon and Gloria and Hop. The sort of people fate and fortune favored. They were the ones whose wishes she wanted to see fulfilled.

"Stupid space rock..."

Sonia sighs and places the wishing star back on her desk, stretches, and returns to her work. This program wasn't going to finish itself, and she still had a long way to go. Galar still had plenty of secrets left for her to uncover.

Wishing doesn't protect anyone. Wishing is a waste of time. Sonia has given up on wishes.

The future is something she's decided to secure with her own two hands from now on. No wishing about it.

[diabotsis]

Why are you gay?

(im so sorry mildew LOL)

"It's not "geh", it's Ghetsis."

[gnzma]

"what are you catholic? dare not to say the gods' name in vain? fuck off"

[iappearmissing]

leon says eternatus needs to stay six hundred miles away from him.

[corvuscoraax]

@etervast replied

That Piece is not one he knows. Eternatus found it entertaining to know that there were realities that had different versions of him. "Does it hurt?"

"Nah. Nothin' hurts anymore. I don't even think I hit the ground when it threw me off, bcos I don't remember feelin' it."

"An Hop don't remember anything of it either, which sucks. I think 'es lyin to me."