#origingened

[redlichbluelich]

@origingened​

Barry was prepared to give anything to get the Light of Creation out of the Swirling Gulf’s marketplace, be it a fortune or a fight. But this... complicates things.

“M-- Mint. Listen, I really need that. The Light.” He needs it, he could fight off the Hunger, he could-- build a new Starblaster, break out of this fucking city and get back to his family, he could do anything--

“--to save the world,” he says, fighting down every other desire the power of creation makes well up. “I know it feels good to have, but it’s-- this is very, very important.”

[herbalremedied]

yes or no: if anything bad happened to you, do you think it'd make kratos really sad?

⧼ 🙔 ⧽       ❛ YES  OR  NO!

HIS   gaze is down, his smile fallen. This is a question he has thought plenty of. In his condition, the chances of him falling ill or worse were high, and there wasn’t a moment throughout his day wherein Baizhu did not consider what that might do to those too close to him. And for someone like Kratos, who had already lost so much...

        ❝ ... Yes. ❞   Though I wish that were not the case.

[dunamantique]

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[titansmessenger]

[you broke my gift.] they puff out their cheeks in annoyance!

An unusual, vaguely animal form? The bizarre way it... communicated?

A palisman? Here?!

On pure impulse, the emperor lunges at the strange creature, attempting to catch them.

[makeitdouble]

@origingened​

“I bet it’ll be worth a pretty penny.”

“Yeah, if we can get it. So stay focused.”

If the other two were around, overhearing this conversation would be grounds to start plotting to sabotage whatever heist these guys are about to do, to steal the bounty for themselves. As things are, James can’t really find the energy to care. He’s never had a problem with theft, and--

“Just be careful - I heard it’s psychic.”

Well, shoot. They’re not talking about stealing an inanimate object. And he’s even got a guess about what they are after. Admittedly, he’s soured a bit on Pokémon theft after learning Giovanni’s motives - and who knows where these thieves want to sell to.

 When they mobilize, he follows them. Sure enough, their target isn’t far. And James does recognize it, unfortunately. The trappers hide on different sides of Mew, and it doesn’t seem to notice them, nor do they seem to notice James. He hits his own forehead with his fists, silently cursing himself for even being here, and especially for the absolutely twerpish thing he’s about to do.

“Carnivine!” He shouts, pulling out the Pokéball as he jumps out of hiding. Carnivine responds to its release predictably.

James tries to gesture in Mew’s vague direction, voice muffled from inside Carnivine’s maw. “You ought to leave!” he says, and then pries his partner’s jaws open and directs it towards one of the other humans’ hiding spots. “And you, this is no time to cuddle - use Bullet Seed!”

[whohassummonedme]

I am still the same coward. (event, closed, mew.)

A storm rages in the mist, and the town trapped in its wrath shudders, some buildings even falling apart at strange, silent impacts. The noise of the storm, the rain, the thunder, the wind, it is allowed to howl and roar like any other storm, but its cause, the one whose rage brought the storm is kept silent. His cries go unheard, except in the memories playing back just as this reconstruction continues.

The Nightmare Knight stands, watching as copies of himself, and his fallen child, Mistmaster, act out that horrible mistake from so many attempts before. An argument, a realization, a form unbound by betrayal, only to be broken, a shattered version of who he once was, left to cry eternal in a floating city.

And the memory repeats. It doesn’t rest, it doesn’t simply fade. It resets, buildings restructured in an instance as the actors take their places once more. It has done this for thirty-seven retellings of that terrible day.

He cannot allow himself to look away. Perhaps that is why it continues. Until the man who has learned nothing, chooses to learn nothing.

[valsharesses]

✖ ———— “I’m tellin’ you, they said this thing is powerless,” says one man to another, voice hushed, “We go in, we grab it, we leave. We’ll be set for life.”

( They’ve been more cautious than the last man to follow you, @origingened​. And now they’re waiting for you to leave the building so they can put their plan into motion. )

[bythemoonside]

@origingened​ started following you. 

“Oh my gods! A bingus!”