There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave You were what I wanted,
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you, I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save, I'm not sorry there's nothing to say
finish up LSD Memoir; now listed under Fiction
finish up We kiss; I remember somebody else
Nixon
SiblingAU with Morty
waiting on Tangled!AU with Jackie/Malva (?)
plotting with Lady Janella (?)
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Chali — All the zeros lined up; I’ve taken a bruisin’ one-too-many
Nixon — The feelings are a white elephant in the room; and I’ll pretend I don’t see it
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Though he wished not to burden Calem even more than necessary, Morty still handed the young Trainer the duty to watch over his safety. Despite there being other, more reliable individuals within their vicinity - the blonde bit back a fond smile at the leak of concern, subtle as it was, his heightened awareness picked up - he had his reasons on entrusting such a heavy task. No matter what the circumstances, he could never really put a tight lid on his Leader persona.
He hoped that this trial will help Calem bloom as a more resolute Trainer as well as give him first world experience on handling such critical situations.
The hand that Calem takes in panic between his palms grow cold and slacken in his grasp; and a look of terror crosses his own features, threatening to knock him out as well if it wasn't for the warmth of his pokémon that kept him rooted in reality as they flanked the frightened teen in concern. No doubt this would be a lesson heavily and surely learnt – an incident that would shape the young trainer's life and eventually change him to be the level-headed leader he would be in dire situations;
but for now, – even with tears streaking his face – and the liquid trails mixing in with the dusty debris on his complexion, it's the bravest he could have, would have, and ever been.
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And they knew it, too.
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"What's your name, child?"
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He turns chill for the moment that the voice fills his thoughts, and even though his eyes had struggled to locate the source of the old, yet motherly sound – Calem finds nothing. No solace, no assurance from the mysterious elite that he had seen only from the photograph hung with adoration in Morty's apartment and heard of from the legends of the oldest trainer and most experienced battler in the history of the modern hierarchy of the pokémon league. Still, he felt no fear or unease from her unexplained presence, only trusting that the old matron had her plans and the wisdom to deal with the situation as such.
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Personally he would have much preferred that she assisted him – rescued him from the shaking hands that worked a torn piece of fabric around Morty's arm as a makeshift tourniquet – to save him from the plight of being a stranger in a foreign land and a slowly dwindling life line in his hands, but he complies to the inexplicable stability of her input.
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"Calem Levithan, Madame Agatha. Levithan."
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Somehow or rather, the fatigued boy manages to transport the frame of the Leader to the pokécentre – to which the Nurse Joy at the counter stumbles backward into the counter as pink hues widened in surprise. The question — exorcism is laced on her lips as expert fingers quickly disrobed the fabric that clung to the unconscious leader's chest, and quick, strong pumps of delicate hands push in attempt to force a stronger heartbeat while a defibrillator and oxygen was administered to the shell of the man.
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"Is he going to be okay?" It felt stupid to ask such a thing as the bed wheels quickly into the operating theatre and the IN OPERATION / USE light comes on with a low, static buzz. He's not too wounded himself, but the centre's Chansey approaches him with a roll of medical tape, gauze and a small mirror – and a hand brought over the smear of Calem's cheeks reveal blood that flowed freely from his nose and a gash on his face.
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i hadn't realized—
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but he smiles in reciprocation despite of the anchor that seemed to free fall through his chest, and his handwriting quivers under the pressure of having to fill in his patient form.
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It can wait— Calem assures himself as the back of head meets the plush leaning of the sofas in the waiting lounge; the clipboard and sheet placed haphazardly on the table, and the roll of gauze in hand. His pokémon is tucked safely in the medical incubator just a distance away from him;
It was a good thing that exorcism was not bounded by the rotating phases of a day nor by the changing seasons - though, Ecruteak seemed to have a constant Autumn atmosphere all year round. Well, except for Winter - as the sun awaited for no one. Streaks of yellowish red splayed across the dissipating dark sky like an artist’s brush against an open canvas, indicating the arrival of a brand new day. For a brief moment, Morty humored with the idea that the spirit might possessed vampire like attributes.
It would certainly make his life easier if the antagonist of this unexpected story shriveled up before evaporating with pained shrieks when hit by the sun’s merciless rays.
The leader's words had sent chills down Calem's spine as his hands that balanced him off the dusty ground seemed to give way under the weight of the matter – I will undoubtedly collapse – the only thing that the Kalosian boy had absorbed from his instruction. As eyes turned back to indicate his dumb understanding of the matter, his stomach lurches slightly at the bloodied scene likened to a living sacrifice more than anything else – the wound that had been created on Morty's arm now soaking the purple fabric of his clothing and mixing in like a slow-spreading poison down the sleeve.
How is he still standing?— Sheer will, an uncomplicated, unclouded mind, perhaps; something that contrasted the darkened expression on Calem's face sorely for sure. Nodding to his pokémon as they watched the trainer with readiness, they formation slowly, but surely pushes the groaning, trashing apparition closer to the formation on the ground. He, however, could only watch in a mix of shock and terror as the spirit contorted upon contact with the edges of the alchemy drawing, a feral, animalistic screech that transcends the burning sound that hisses through the air. In the manner of stupidity, Calem is still rooted to his original position as the scene plays out; visage alternating between the slow-moving procession and the look of concentration etched on Morty's features as he paled considerably with each passing minute.
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It feels more like hours than minutes, and minutes than seconds; but between the crossfire of the exorcism, the trainer forgets to move out of the way like the Leader had requested. As if on cue for the unthinkable to happen, a large, unforeseeable power rips the ground right beneath Calem's feet open and threatens to hurl him right into distortion world itself— for the moment he thinks he's dead.
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All their effort compromised, and it was his fault.
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My fault.
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But nothing had hit him in the moment of his mind blanking out – no debris or uprooted bush or anything had actually touched his skin within that intersection of time. Inwardly, he wonders, if he's actually phasing between death and the afterlife, but the feeling of his own fingers clenched and digging into the flesh of his palm tells him otherwise.
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A force field is set around them; and whilst his Absol had also placed itself strategically between its trainer and the shadowy figure, Calem notices a much larger shadow that coiled protectively around the gym leader.
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Arbok; the cobra pokémon — a powerful 3.5m long poison type that had the physical imposition to crush its opponents if so it wished. And whist the dust settled as the shadow finally disappeared within the pentagon, Calem catches sight of the Johto Elite's signet emblazoned on the serpentine creature's hood with the rising light of the morning sun.
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Elite Agatha's.. Arbok?
He's barely standing himself in the pure awestruck shock of the day— tongue hanging limp as the purple-hued creature snakes its body around the obviously fatigued leader as his frame crippled like a flower at the end of its bloom. Choking out a breath that had felt so tight in his chest. the Kalosian boy had found no understanding between exactly what the hell had transpired.
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As the dust settles, it's apparent that the victory was theirs, and a triumphant caw of a roosting Pidgeot marks the start of the new morning. He slumps to the ground against the Absol whilst averting the intimidation of the newly appeared pokémon, unwilling to turn to look if the old Elite Agatha was actually there.
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But something tells him that the last-minute ace in the battle – the Arbok — was a rook set there previously on the basis of foresight and untranscended love that no mere man could ever hope to understand or explain.
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"Morty," he breathes, uncertain if.. just what if— "Let's get to the pokémon centre. Please, hang in there; Agatha's Arbok is here – we've got you. We won."
Peaceful by nature, Morty preferred to nip the bud on the problem when it came to rough housing spirits. Sometimes, it was merely a matter of resolving past regrets which varied between individual beings but never too difficult for a clairvoyant of his caliber. Sure, he received the occasional injuries here and there, whether from the nature of his investigations or the still unruly spirit. Nevertheless, it never reached the point of flat out exorcism.
This will the first one he performed in a long while and there was no room for errors. Too much was at stake, ranging from their own safety to the disruptance of Ecruteak City’s peace. Morty understood that there were a lot of capable people that could execute the exorcism just as well - a couple of monks and mediums came to mind - but this was a problem that he needed to handle on his own. Well, with the help of his young guest of course.
Insecurity eats at him even as the leader continued to prepare the ritual – of which Calem could barely observe from the peripherals of his vision. He remembers turning around briefly before the utterance of his question and seeing a grimace of pain that shot through the clairvoyant's features, followed by the look of determination as fingers traced the burning grounds with a dark liquid.
Though, thinking back now, the Kalosian boy feels slightly light-headed at the realization of what had transpired, but now was no time to falter after all. The leader had trusted him and his pokémon both with the protection of his home – even when he could have easily summoned other monks and stronger, more experienced trainers to assist him quickly and efficiently.
He could have been denied the chance to study the world and expand the limited horizons that had been given to him – the safety and assurance of the Kalos region that saw little-or-none of culturally rich situations like these. People all over the world adapted to different things; experienced different situations deemed "normal". What he had back home was just the tip of the iceberg and a superficial glance at what the world had to offer—
Shame, that it was impossible for every person who lived to participate in a little bit of the world's totality. But he's thankful for the assurance that comes quickly and disrupts him from his own slightly ruminating thoughts. Just believe in yourself and your pokémon— He glances up at the tag team his friends have formed, and it brings him back in memory to the time he came so close to defeating Diantha the first time. She, too, had offered similar insight and pushed him on further until at last, the trainer bested her Gardevoir with sheer willpower and a critical hit; effectively unleashing the key to advanced pokémon training methods all on his own credit.
I trust your capabilities— Morty's words remind him again why he was given the mega ring; the gleam of the jewel's reflection catching his attention in the low-lighted sky of the moment—
Morning would come soon enough; and in a moment's heartbeat whatever the leader had prepared would be r e a d y.
"Just give me the signal."
A powerful caw and the beating of wings toss the leafy debris and dust from the ground off the floor in a temporal suspension, and in that moment it felt as though the moment had slowed down altogether. Between icy hues that watched as Talonflame took to the sky once again – the silhouette of the falcon shrouding the sky overhead that had begun to awaken with a tint of red and orange hues and hydrolyzed shurikens that attempt to pin down the incriminating spirit in its position, a shower of dew forms over the dry grounds as the controlled forms fall to the ground and shatter like broken raindrops—
I was bored so I made a character birthday page—
yes, i went through everyone's headcanon lists and now I know all the characters on WE at least 10% better.
Many muses are still with (??) birthdays, so just drop me a message if you want me to edit it for you! Also send in your mun birthdays if you want — but send it here (my sideblog thread tracker, etc)
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