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I hope everything is okay for you with the flooding! Ik its really bad in some areas and hope you're not being hit too hard
Hiya :)! Thank you, I am ok, fortunately my city Brno has a big dam and tries to regulate the water with it so as long as it holds we should be more or less ok. Unfortuntately some places in the rest of The Czech Republic are not that lucky :(.
A few hours later, the disaster reached Manthos. Most people didn't really grasp what hit them - a monster wave taller than any building in Manthos.
Poseidon's wrath hit them hard, especially those buildings that were closest to the sea and the estuary.
When the waves finally redrew, everything was covered in mud. The library, with it's valuable manuscripts and papyrus was not spared. There was nothing left.
The Agorá was unrecognizable.
The temple was damaged, but still standing, at least partly.
Many people died instantly. Many were never found. It was an unimaginable tragedy. More than two thirds of the population died that day, and even more the following days from injuries, lack of clean water, lack of food, diseases, and frostbites.
Everything living was affected. Animals large and small. Donkeys, sheep, chickens, dogs and cats. The fertile fields and olive groves. The gardens, painstakingly cultivated for years, to provide food as well as beauty and joy. Everything was covered in the sticky mud.
When the initial shock wore off, they knew this was no time to mourn. If they were to survive, they had to help each other, they had to start the cleanup, pick up the remains and bury their dead. And someone had to lead the way, lest chaos and anarchy break out and destroy the last remnants of their way of life.
Naturally, they looked to their leader; the king, for guidance. Unfortunately the palace was hit particularly hard, as it was built next to the sea. It was smashed to pieces, and it was initially believed that the entire royal family had been wiped out. The disaster was total. How would Manthos get through this?
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Good lord
The Ciaran storm arrived in Italy and hit Tuscany in particular these days...
Leggi su Sky TG24 l'articolo Maltempo, Toscana in ginocchio per tempesta Ciaran: 6 morti. Oggi ancora allerta
Others Regioni are having problems. More rain is going to fall this weekend especially in Northern and Central Italy
Venti fino a 150 chilometri orari e piogge mai così forti da cinquant'anni nella Toscana settentrionale. Proclamato lo stato di emergenza. A
Long ago, before Hoenn had developed into what it was today, a meteor had crashed upon the earth and created the small island. Humans had discovered it; only able to reach it from sea or sky—and soon enough, Sooto Village had been born. The people lived in the barren crater on their semi-isolated island, happily, curious about the Pokémon that lurked in the water.
It was when a large whale-like creature appeared curious about human life, that the humans were curious in him, too. It seemed as though water pokemon were in abundance around him, and with nothing else to eat, they took the opportunity to fish. When the large creature was around, food was in abundance, and eventually, they treated him as a god.
The Almighty Kyogre.
Curiouser and curiouser he became. Humans were intriguing—from the way they moved to the way they lived to the way they talked. He had never experienced something like this before—the youngest of the three brothers and the most naive. Was there a way he could investigate them further? Understand them better? There had to be a way, couldn’t there?
Weeks had passed and though water pokemon were in abundance, Kyogre was nowhere to be found. Not even the ginormous shadow in the sea of the creature—the villagers grew concerned. Eventually they came to the conclusion that he had to have been around, or they would have starved, and water pokemon were still around in excess.
A man had appeared in the village, tall; blue hair almost looking like the waters of the sea itself. Piercing golden eyes, and the robes of a man who looked like he could be some sort of noble, maybe. Dressed in blues and whites and golds, they were suspicious of him at first, though something about him was….calming.
It didn’t take long for him to gain the trust of the people and to blend in as much as he could, keeping them as unaware as possible. He would aid them in their tasks and help when needed—
And then his eyes laid upon her.
Small—so small. A chubbier frame; but her eyes were so soft when she looked at him and her black hair framed her face in a way that made his cheeks flush red.
His heart skipped a beat. This was the end.
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‘Mingling with the humans the way you are isn’t smart, brother.’ His brothers would tell him, standing next to him as he watched her from a distance, hands cupping his cheeks as elbows propped up on his knees. Words went through one ear and out the other.
“She’s beautiful. I have never seen anyone or anything quite like her.” A grunt left him when he felt a hand collide with the back of his head, glancing up at Groudon and wrinkling his nose. A huff in the others direction, he ignored what his brothers were saying, a frown tugging on his features as she disappeared from his sight.
How unfortunate.
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Suiji, Suiji, Suiji. Her name danced in his mind like rain in the spring. The days, weeks, months went by. Their bond had grown; this small, human woman making him feel things he thought wouldn’t be possible. Helping him learn, helping him understand. He loved her—oh, how he loved her. She consumed every thought he had. Around her, he wasn’t the Almighty Kyogre—no, he could just be…
“Marea.”
Her voice was like the gentle chime of bells when she spoke his name, the taller letting out a content sigh before he bent down far enough to press his lips to hers. A feeling he couldn’t tire of. He loved her. He loved her. He still loves her.
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Not long after they had wed, Suiji had become pregnant with their son, a boy they had named Kaiyō—Ocean; similar to the teal/blue color of his hair that inherited from his father. As the child gre, Marea’s bond with his wife became stronger—some envied their relationship—how full of love it was and how it seemed to have radiated off of the couple. He was happy. So, so happy to be with her and their son. To be a family.
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After Kaiyō had reached adulthood, things in the village had continued to prosper. They expanded outside of the crater; moving up more onto the mountain-like rocks that this island had been made of. There was grass in patches, places to grow things much easier, and lots to expand.
The sky had turned gray; Marea had not been in the area, though the roars of two beasts had been heard much too close to the island the village called home. The earth had shaken and the tide had risen; the rain pouring heavy and filling the crater of the island at a rapid speed. Unaware, unaware, unaware was he as the humans made haste to get above the crater, leaving possessions behind as they hurried to help each other survive.
The clouds had parted. The roaring had stopped and it took a few moments, but Marea had made his appearance, brows knit together in confusion as he looked at the damage. The creator now looked like a lake, and as he looked around he could see that some were deceased—
No. No. No.
She laid limp in the arms of their distraught son, and Marea’s body felt like it weighed several thousand tons in this form as he staggered his way over to his son who sat on his knees, holding his mother close as Kaiyō’s own wife and teal haired children continued to help the others get to safety.
‘Father, She’s gone.’
Fingers gently brushed soaked, black hair from her face before he took her from their son’s grasp, ordering him to help the rest of the village—reluctantly, he did, and Marea…Marea had left to find help.
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‘Oh, Arceus.
I beg and I beg and I beg.
Bring me back what has been lost.’
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The god appeared before the man—the Legendary; and at first, Marea had been filled with an immaculate hope. Arceus was going to help him! They were going to bring back his beloved!
‘Oh, child.’ The creature spoke.
‘This is the outcome that has transpired. You have walked off of your path and this—this is what happened.
I will not bring her back.
You must learn from this, Kyogre.
Learn from your mistakes. Understand the consequences.’
As quick it had appeared, it was gone, and Marea fell to his knees with his wife in his arms, crumpled over as he held her clutch to his chest and trembled, trembled, trembled. His forehead pressed to hers as a puddle formed underneath him from the tears he had shed. This wasn’t his fault. If Groudon hadn’t started this—Groudon, Groudon, Groudon. It was his fault that Marea had lost his wife. That he had lost the most important thing he could ever have in this eternal life of his. He knew humans were vulnerable—he knew he would outlive her. He just never thought it would turn out like this.
How could it turn out like this?
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Away from the water—he thought as though it would be best to bury her far from the sea. There had been no communication with his son, either. Bare feet step along the grass of the heavily forested area before Marea had chosen a spot to bury her.
Brows knit together as he spent his hours digging in the dirt with his bare hands—though he had the aid of a few wild Pokémon who had been curious about what he had been doing. It was times like this that he was grateful that he could communicate with them. It made things so much easier.
Lips had pressed themselves gently against Suiji’s forehead before he pressed his own forehead against hers, holding her firmly once more before gently setting her down into the grave.
‘I love you, I love you, I love you…my Suiji…’
A sigh left him as he laid next to the mound of dirt that hid the body of his beloved; golden eyes closing slowly.
For three hundred years, he would rest here alongside her, allowing foliage to cover his form before he chose awaken and then in slumber in the ocean.
tw: flooding, landslides, natural disasters, child deaths, deaths. via @kaygbeloy on twitter, here are some VERIFIED donation drives for baybay and other affected towns/cities in leyte province, philippines.
PLEASE HELP MY HOME PROVINCE AND ILOILO AND CAPIZ. PLEASE. if you can’t donate, please spread the word. they need to be evacuated. ENTIRE FAMILIES HAVE BEEN WIPED OUT, INCLUDING KIDS. THE STORM IS STILL ONGOING. THERE WILL BE ANOTHER STORM (THIS POST WAS WRITTEN 12 APRIL, 2022). PEOPLE HAVE HARDLY ANYTHING TO EAT OR DRINK.
edit: 1 US DOLLAR = 52 PESOS. EVEN IF YOU DON’T HAVE A LOT, YOUR DONATION COULD SAVE LIVES.
PLEASE REBLOG, DON’T LIKE. CELEBRITY TOPICS ARE TRENDING IN THE PHILIPPINES AND NOT THIS, EVEN THOUGH LEYTE, ILOILO, AND CAPIZ DESPERATELY NEED HELP AND MEDIA ATTENTION.
To the hundreds of households who had to evacuate this morning from Limburg, I hope you’re safe and please reach out if you need help!! We’re dry here in the west and I would gladly help.
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Iedereen in Limburg, die net moest evacueren, ik hoop echt dat jullie veilig zijn! Als er wat is wat ik kan doen, laat het a.u.b. weten. Hier in de randstad is het droog en veilig!!
cp felt something grab onto their leg, I hoisted myself up wipping the water from my eye's,coughing out water from my mouth. I looked around searching for rubber band, i then saw some black rubberbands bobbing out of the water. "Hairball!" I pointed at rubber band, a black tendril shot out and grabed RB and pulled them back to us and hoisted them just enought to get their head out of the water "you ok rb" I asked
Rubber Band pulled their head up and clung onto the rock, gasping for breath. "Th-thank you," they chocked, "I'm alright now..."
Looking back, water seemed to continue to rush down, the current continually thrusting against them as they tried to leech onto the rock.
Colored Pencils gasped, "Wh-what do we do?!"
