#obcisio

[mindofperfectionarchive-blog]

"Wait... I've read about that one in some of the Kalosian books. Yveltal, was it?"

[party-of-rpg-muses]

Life and Death

"Well if it isn't my old friend... Hello, Yveltal..." Xerneas said in a very sarcastic manner.

[fleurthelostflower]

Garden Paradise (( obcisio ))

Flowers.  If a fairy could ever feel at home, it was among a beautiful feild of wild flowers.  Somewhere hidden away.  Somewhere surrounded by trees and mountains.  Somewhere safe and protected. Once in a while, Fleur would climb up to this little grove near the Pokemon Village.  Yes, various pokemon pop in and out of this little hidden paradise, but no human would venture here... except for Fleur.  Then again, she could speak with the pokemon and understand them as if she were still one of them.   Once again, Fleur had climbed to this spot and she laid down in the bed of flowers.  How she missed the garden... Just being safe there.  She wished she never had to leave this place...  But she needed to keep an eye on AZ to ensure he doesn't... do anything bad... 

[fleurthelostflower]

Maybe A Rest of the Present ((obcisio))

It was strange, this world.  Her world has changed so greatly.  Cars screamed by upon roads that had once been walked upon.  Towers rose up where small villages once had been.  Trees were gone, feilds destroyed, new life about.  It was overwhelming.  Years had passed her by, and nothing was what she knew... except a dark cold memory writhing within stone.  Pillars that shot up, marking the graves of spirits sacrificed.  And in the hole, a grave of the very flower that kissed her back to life with those very souls.  And now she was cursed to to breathe, not as herself, but as man.   Her bare feet took her between these graves once more.  "I'm sorry."  Once more, the words slipped between her lips.  She stood besides a stone for a long time, resting her face against the cold surface as she waited.  The life that once lived within all these pokemon, now were forged within her.  "I promise... I won't.. let you down..."  If that was what she had to do, she will live their lives within her own.  If anything, that is something she could do... even if it lasted her an eternity's curse as well. Still, as the sun began to set, her body turned to walk past Geosenge Town, and into the woods beyond the hole, beyond the destroyed enterence of a fading memory, and towards the ocean.  Deep into the dense woods... Somewhere to hide from this world... Somewhere that didn't change drastically... She wanted to step within it, and escape this world for just a moment. It was probably deep in this wooded sanctuary that she would meet the Being of Destruction.  Why?  Who knew... maybe to get away from the blinding present, just like herself?

[salamandermarquess-blog]

obcisio / prp

She was beginning to regain her sea legs. Slowly, but surely. She had changed her outfit to a coat and pants, as much as she hated being unfashionable, because she wasn't very well going to run around the swamp in her usual outfit. Amarillo stalked along beside her, casting wary glances at shadows, staff in hand. 

Her attempts to procure herself a gible had ultimately failed, so she had come here in search of a new dragon. Dragon, she thought, was very similar to fire, and thus at least worth taking a look at. Goomy was the weakest dragon type out there, so she figured that if she caught one, it would at least probably not be able to kill her. 

As she was trudging through the thick marsh, she stumbled, yelping as she landed headlong in a bush and tumbled into a clearing between the trees. She hadn't seen this from afar. She heard the sound of Amarillo screeching about the marsh - probably surprised at her sudden disappearance.

"In here! Ama, I'm over here." She said, "Arceus fucking damn, I hate the wilderness."

She got up and brushed her coat off. No goomy here. Not a single one she had seen in the whole swamp - in fact, she hadn't not a single pokemon in general since they had arrived.