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AZ // follows from picavecalyx

[ultimafleur]

            "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

  selective rp blog for AZ from Pokemon X and Y | follows from “ picavecalyx ”

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diangelique - diantha :)

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savoirbeau - flare multimuse :3

[ultimafleur]

i will reply to things here soon ... if you would like to find me where i'm more active :) <3

picavecalyx -> kalos oc

vitrumbra -> interpol creation / za protagonist oc

nullist -> interpol agent oc

[ultimafleur]

if anyone hurts floette, HE'S FIRING THE WEAPON AGAIN.

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the old crinkled face of familiarity upon seeing the champion. a wonder to why one might return at this time, when all seemed driven towards finality, to the conclusion of an era that perhaps the old king was the only one to know about. he couldn't help a chuckle to rise from his chest; as an old cello or bass may illuminate it's sound from the edge of a bow, to the middle where it was at it's fullest. a fullness he had since lost since the hollowing of his heart through years of wandering.

ah, to exist and simply be. what a beautiful thing it was, in a world that deserved peace. even as sins encroached, might he keep his optimism, for had he not, perhaps his beloved friend may fade, and perhaps he might crumble to dust.

" may your return be cause for any reason? might you humour the physical phantum before you? "

@fairymint // starter call

[ultimafleur]

baked in an energy he knew all too well of a day that had passed so dark he would never forget. galar nearly falling to it's knees once more, yet prevented with the help of children once again. it had been years since then, he presumed--although time was indecipherable. he had halted his count since his beloved friend's return to him. still, that did not prevent him from recognizing a face--nor an additional feeling--that he knew.

" if you may be searching for the royale to commit so close to a bloodbath, it formed southward. you are furthest from it's entry. "

the old king was too brittle to participate in any battle, unfortunately. no, for the true meaning of the royale was baked in a hidden glimmer that he would not wish to tell, not until it was time.

" is that what path you commit to? or was there another destination even the legends could not help you reach without delay. "

@danderosa // starter call

[ultimafleur]

upkeeping the dusty conclusion of a hotel was nearly bone-breaking alone; yet with the help of urbain it seemed uplifting, helpful. with an elbow digging into the upward curve of his cane as he carefully knelt down to pick up some mess left by an occasional but rare visitor to hotel z. the generosity of those that may have so much to time left, yet spend it to willingly assist a giant that drives slowly forward to the end was ever the kindness he only now really understood.

" thank you. had you not helped, might it have taken another century to make these rooms hospitable to the company of a new arrival. "

the chuckle was flat, even at the attempt at some form of humor. living another century felt like so little; by comparison to his over three thousand years. might he hope that such a curse never be placed upon another that did not deserve it.

" i should... "

pushing himself up, with a staggered huff escaping before standing up to half his full height.

" ...be fine to handle the rest of this room. "

@urbainite // starter call

[ultimafleur]

it certainly got a chuckle. he was most definitely large; years upon years stacked over an already radiation baked man, it was only a matter of time before humanity seemed so distant and the giant status became unnerving. to most people, that is. each step was cause for a briefly shaky lift of the disgraced king's cane, then steady fall as it dug his full weight into the ground. to stand tall for many years for a sinless facade; now collapsed as the weight of being okay now weighed into every further step.

finally, did he reach the back of the hotel's desk. a chair set up for him to sit if needed, yet never took. rather he stand; for if he may sit, it may be the last movement he made. rather that not come, rather he move forward until all he had done was concluded, and he may relax.

" had you come for a place to stay? i fear my usual helpers have wandered off into the depths of night to ascend further up the royale. "

@darkestaken // starter call

[ultimafleur]

pokemon post za verse be like DO NOT CLICK THIS IF YOU HAVEN"T FINISHED OH GOD

[ultimafleur]

all starters are written <3 half are posted, the other half are in queue for the next four days.

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" ...mrm... " something quite off with this one, no doubt about it. yet nothing to be said, for the old king had more than enough off--perhaps wrong--with himself that pointing out another's oddities was hardly his intention to ever deal with. instead, he simply relax further into the old arm chair; might he be able to rise afterwards, for tempting this rest was but a bridge to somewhere he did not seek to go quite yet.

" they are rooms, if you may wish to have one. yet, if not, the lobby is but a resting place for all if they simply wish for company from an old soul. "

@revivaiist // starter call

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the numbness of millennia felt so far away now. even as his sin had so recently almost brought it all to it's finality. to the thanks of many, but much of one in particular; the one he now sat with. the feeling of something caught in his throat, yet not quite enough to prompt a cough; no, he would hold in that temptation. not yet, not for at least a year would that form degrade to that.

" my apologies may not come enough, and yet. from the horror i might have caused through years passing, i have but an idea to bring it to close. "

the implication seemed enough as he leaned forward. he should be needing a cane soon. for the spine could not support itself for much longer without it. perhaps he might carve it himself, perhaps his beloved floette may assist in finding what was just right for it's formation.

" a place for those that come to this city of reformation. i feel i have the need to give, and a home for those that need it in time; it feels right. does it not? "

@iruludavare // starter call

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the chill was not unnoticed. many chosen carried the aura of their patron. the long inhale came as the old king curled his fingers around his cane. sat quietly in the grasses of lumiose--time was cause for change for any city; lumiose was certainly no different. if anything, the region moved so fast, faster than it may be able to hold itself up with. the fear others may have with change, az would let it come as he always has. always, perhaps not. but certainly in recent years he had.

" you may sit, if you would so wish. i carry an old soul, alone so often. yet not opposed to the company of those that share an aspect so similar. "

@balancebonded // starter call

[ultimafleur]

for the wandering to come to it's steady halt. after so long, one had half the wonder if a hapless king would have wandered for the rest of eternity. even while the feeling of brittle bones became so painstakingly present. the numbness of regret had dulled his senses; but the warmth of care had brought his senses back. as if reversing the years of sin--or maybe to show their presence known for a coming end.

" i cannot say sorry enough. truly, i am grateful. "

grateful to even have memories of his beloved friend. to see her was another cherished happenstance that would have never happened had he not let go of it all. how long he had held heavy the years upon his shoulders. the slow tread of a man that had followed the same paths as a regi might as it's footsteps paved the rivers between land.

the giant lowered himself to a sit within the hotel that painted an end that would come. when? he did not know, but surely when it did; he would.

" for all i have committed to bring you back. the feeling of joy now surpasses all previous moments, it is almost unfathomable. "

@floange // starter call

[picavecalyx]

no big promo yet BUT!! if you're interested in writing with BAGATELLA SILVA, a kalos / team flare pokemon oc. give this a LIKE and / or REBLOG and i'll check you out!! >:) kindled by nami <3

[ultimafleur]

i'm gonna be going to a networking event soon BUT!! it's not required like it is on my lysandre, but it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED to also write with my ocs if you're going to write with any of my canons :) !! below cut are my current active / soon to be active ocs <3 thank you!!

@picavecalyx <- literally the main blog to all these!!!

@vitrumbra <- it's own main blog, taro has a z-a protag verse <3

@giirafariig <- paradox future pokemon oc with a developed future timeline

@unraveledgem <- area zero og researcher, the crystalographer <3

[expansionsuit]

is that really enough? is it really okay for me to be here? ©

[ultimafleur]

  To call the corpses below the stones in Menhir Trail from Pokemon that were used to charge the weapon corpses...is inaccurate. In using the Pokemon to fill the last half of the charge--the other half being charged from the already half drained Xerneas--they were brought to the brink of death. Their bodies withered and tied, restrained to prevent movement and yet bound to those stones. Some died, though most were left to suffer, hanging by the thread of their lives. 

  Though that was only the beginning of their suffering.

  When the weapon fired, who was closest to the radiation but those still hanging by the thread? Those bound to stone, being suddenly blasted with the residual effects of the weapon’s unbound energy. And although used for destruction in the distance, at it’s foot, immortality was passed like candy. Not one of youthfulness and sprite, however. Corpses embowed with sudden life, being revitalized for in an instance then pushed forward beyond. Like fruit, they became ripe, then rotten, then withered and dry. Their bodies turning to but liquid as they decomposed with the overwhelming amount of life, left to fall beneath the dirt. 

  Yet never die.

  Those who came in the after math saw nothing but the stones, ropes loose and empty. People foolish enough to draw nearest and lay their skin upon the stone bore witness to their own bodies withering, as they two were embowed with the eternal life of suffering below the dirt, never to pass, but to continue to rot, and rot, and rot.

  It took three years for the stones to no longer cause this effect when touching. Many believed it simply was a death sentence, one quick, and with an instant of suffering before it was over, trapped beneath dirt as corpses.

  They are not corpses.

  They are alive, and they still live today.