#galladeknight

[yourehereforeverassassin-blog]

A creek is audible as the door gradually opens, a familiar figure visible through its slit--hurriedly, Connor lights the remaining candle and seats himself at the dining table. 

He waits, feet rhythmically tapping against the ground. A white, circular and somewhat extravagant cake that reads “HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALLY” lay at the center of the table. At last, he he enters the room--and Connor’s lips then gradually form a sheepish albeit subtle smile.

“This is belated,”

“Sorry.”

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[yourehereforeverassassin-blog]

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He finds him, nearly collapsed in the midst of Sector oo1--the sky is colored a deep, vivid red, orange tinted mushroom clouds visible off in the distance. Fragments of cobblestorm, glass and asphalt litter the ground alongside the remains of decaying corpses and blood.

Azumarill peers up at Connor, eyes pleading and watering with concern as Talonflame warily leers over him. Crouching down, Connor grants them both a glance and a nod, and it’s almost as though they know--they know he means no harm.

“Wally,” he says, voice so soft, so benign as if he were lulling him to sleep. Tucking his arms underneath Wally, he heaves him into his grasp, Wally’s legs tiredly wrapping around his waist as he does so. 

Physical contact had always been foreign to him--yet now, he brings his arms around Wally, pulling him into a warm, firm embrace. Wally’s head lies in the crook of his neck, seemingly lifeless if not for the way he shifts in his embrace. He braces Wally’s back with a single hand, the other wandering to the back of his head, his fingers then briskly running through his hair.

He closes his eyes, features softening--despite the carnage, despite the destruction, he smiles.

He smiles because he has instilled so much pride, so much faith in this boy--he smiles because so long as individuals like him merely exist, hope will forever remain.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers at last, voice low and hushed.

“You were incredible. And you helped us. All of us.” 

Looking towards Talonflame and Azumarill, he nods--”I thank you two as well.” Heaving Wally into his arms, fingers insert into his pockets as they proceed to graze over his Poké Balls--with a click, Talonflame and Azumarill would disperse into a red, glaring light. Connor would soon follow, Wally in his arms as he dissipates, his body (alongside Wally’s) gradually becoming nothing more than a flurry of gold.

In the midst of the red that painted the sky, gold was visible, akin to a shooting star. Together, they would fly.

[yourehereforeverassassin-blog]

TO: Wally

FROM: Connor

(1/2) Where are you?

(2/2) Are you alright?

[psihomerun-blog]

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“Ugh.”

Ninten sits against a wall in the more colourful of the two cities, near a portal to the one being invaded. His silver armour is on with his helmet sitting on the ground next to him, revealing his bloody face. A metallic grinding can be heard when he moves, slowly raising an arm and calling out to the green-haired boy.

“Hey, can you come give me a hand? They... ugh, those copies over in the dark city are pretty tough.”

[busybeesflowershop]

"Um... Does Gallade count as a weapon? He's a Pokémon, but... But he's my friend above all else. I don't want to leave him behind."

Hmm… We don’t want him to get left behind, now do we?

He is allowed to enter the festival! However, his attacks will be taken from him while inside the fairy circle. Do not fear! His attacks will be restored once he steps outside the circle!

[roivert-archive]

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His mind has run itself in circles, thought-trails ground down to nothing in an effort to make this city conform to some sort of formula, reasoning, logic. Instead, somehow, he’d found a small boy who stared right back at him when he passed -- and there was a pokeball at his side.

<<You seem terribly young to be here, but you don’t seem all that afraid. Is it perhaps because you have your dear friend with you?>>

[cruentu-s]

「 ❄   Jeez, more and more from back home were getting sent here, weren’t they—He can tell immediately, even before the others Pokemon came into view. It’s a distinct feeling, and though at first he pinned it to the variety of different hair colours, he later learned that the bright hair was common nearly everywhere. 

… Weird.

“Hey. Can I, like. Say hi to your Gallade. Only if you don’t mind, though.”

He swipes his hair under his hat, Pikachu creeping over his shoulder after taking a comfortable nap in Red’s winter jacket hood.

“I’m Red. Kanto.”

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[mascotary-blog-blog]

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  ▓▒▓ Another day has gone and that meant another night filled with bonding and             gorging down on these two platters of sushi alongside his brothers. Private's             accustomed himself to traveling between the sectors of oo5 and oo6 ( and never             back down to Gamma if he could help it ), to which he could grab fresh fish and             other foods from the market and haul them down back to Skipper's apartment,             a temporary place to stay on most occasions.

          Private couldn't help letting time get away from him, though, and dusk falls upon             the city quickly. He dashes through the residential neighborhoods, both platters             hopping up and down over his head with every hurried step he takes. The sight             is probably hilarious to any bystander, a couple things of sushi atop this adorable             little penguin's head, bee-lining to who knows where. Though, it's not long before             he finds himself out of breath, slowing down his running pace to a pathetic hop             and skip.

          Isn't there anyone out there that could give him some help? Or maybe just a             polite conversation and break from physical exertion would help just as well.