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Post by Sam on Jul 22, 2013 22:09:24 GMT -5
He'd seen the whole thing happen. He'd seen the helicopter flying high from above, saw it slowly decline until it was near the Earth, and saw the body thrown out.
The boy, Marc, was lying, unconscious in the road. He'd seen the whole thing happen from his cover in a small spring nearby. He'd just been heading to Albatros lake after meeting with a friend at the Northern Ocean when he'd stopped to watch this strange phenomenon.
He scuttled out, and sniffed him. He had the faint scent of a Pokemon on him, a Pokemon that had been recently torn away. He seemed like half a human, but the little Pokemon couldn't figure out why. What was this human even doing here?
The Oshowatt decided that he needed to get the human away from the road and he needed to get him awake. With great effort, he managed to push him towards the spring. Exhausted, he used his last bit a strength to spray water into the human's face and he waited, tired, but anxious, to see if he would wake.
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 22, 2013 22:20:40 GMT -5
Gone. The only chance of happiness he ever had. Torn away. Ripped to shreds. And himself, only a shadow of what he once was.
Oh yes, there was pain. Truthfully, he had bare felt the impact from his fall. No, he had lost everything.
No.
Not everything. Life refused to let go; it clung to him like a parasite. He hadn't died, hot blood still ran free in his veins. And he still had one thing: hope. Startled by the sudden blast of water, he lifted himself up, off the sand, when he realized that the Oshawott standing by him had rolled him off the road. He stood, still hurting, from wounds both tangible and abstract. He breathed, taking in the essence of a world that seemed to hound him at every turn.
Looking back at his unexpected savior, he knelt down to match its size, thanking him for very likely saving him. He could have been roadkill, for all that mattered. The look of bewilderment was still plastered on the otter's face, and Marc, seeing as he had nothing else to do, explained his story.
More than he should have, but he felt that he owed it an explanation.
Thanking it once again for its services, he looked onward, to the horizon, bade the Oshawott farewell, and began walking, nowhere in particular. He just knew he needed to go somewhere.
Away from misery, and into the light.
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Post by Sam on Jul 22, 2013 22:25:28 GMT -5
The Oshowatt was surprised. He just got up and...well, walked away! He stared at his form fading away and suddenly realized that, now he'd seen this all, he didn't want to leave the boy. He wanted to unravel this mystery and, well, he was worried about the boy. Was he alright?
Quickly, he called for him to slow down and ran up to him. Once he had caught up, he squeaked, <"Wait! What happened? Where are you going? Why are you here?">
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 22, 2013 22:46:30 GMT -5
Marc raised an eyebrow. Oh what would Lilly have said? Something along the lines of, oh, I'm so proud. My little Marc is making his own friends now!. He, likely, would have given her a glare, though that never interrupted her mood.
Oh Lilly, I miss you...
He turned his attention back to the Oshawott, and sat down, dismissing its concerns about his well-being.
"I've had worse." - his mantra, as he would always tell Gaius. Only now, it had little humor, and the laugh that followed reeked of bitterness. He told it of his journey, from a land far away, to Aero, him crossing swords with Zuletzt, his flight, and then...Liliana. Marc sighed, sadness clinging to his already rugged features, and continued his tale, with Gaius and his bravery, who he missed, in a different way, then the Night Wanderers, and now, here.
Then, to answer his next question, he looked to the blue skies of the afternoon, at something that would be there, good, everlasting - so unlike Marc's life - one of loss and tragedy. He tilted his head back at the creature beside him.
"To the future."
And of the last, since the Pokemon beside him seemed to be a genuinely good person...well, it was obvious it was going to follow him.
"Follow me, if you want. But I warn you, you will know hardship beyond means. Misery will come. Pain will become a part of life. All for the hope of a better future. Ask yourself. Is it worth it to you?"
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Post by Sam on Jul 23, 2013 18:59:54 GMT -5
The Oshowatt suddenly became very emotional. A couple of tears of passion ran down his cheeks as he stared, with fiery eyes, into Marc's face. <"I want to do something in this world instead of lazying around, visiting friends once a month. And also,"> Here, he pointed at a very black, dark mountain to the Southeast. <"I want to help him. He's sad and angry. And I hate it when anyone's sad or angry. So, even if pain blocks my way, I will help you fight through it, no matter the cost. Because that will make me feel like I am a part of this world!">
He took a deep breath, very pleased with his speech.
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 23, 2013 19:48:16 GMT -5
Marc stifled a bitter laugh. Oh, how naive, yet so noble was the Pokemon in front of him. Life was a bitter thing - people weren't often black or white. It seemed like everything was coated with a shade of grey. He looked over it again. Innocence still shone among its form, forming an almost tangible glow. Marc, on the other hand, simply radiated this hatred, this knot of pain that he carried with him wherever he went. It had formed on his first kill, growing every so slightly larger with each crime he perpetrated.
We only do what we must.
Marc looked back at the form standing in front of him, and sighed. It would not be dissuaded easily. The fire in his eyes burned so bright - but it was different.
Marc's eyes burned with will power and resolve.
The heat in Liliana's radiated dominance, but in moderation.
Caesar, an inferno bound by honor - fitting for a warrior.
And now, this Oshawott, with a flame warm to the touch. Unlike true fire, it provided heat, and warmth, but never burned its master. Marc knew that its help would be vital, but knew he couldn't force it into a decision against its own volition.
Marc took a deep breath, and spoke, his eyes brimming with the regret of unforgivable mistakes.
"You have a good heart, and morality runs strong in you. Last chance, to decline. But if you so choose to join me on my journey, I will welcome you as both a friend and an ally."
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Post by Sam on Jul 23, 2013 20:18:37 GMT -5
Oshowatt gave a little nod and said, <"Of course I'll join you. Put me in the Pokeball, I won't come out until you want me to."> You have received... Oshowatt, Male Level 5 Ability: Torrent Tackle | Tail Whip | Air Slash This Oshowatt is very passionate about his actions and never wants to be 'out of the game.' He's loving and caring and very very concerned about those around him. He will fight for his friends, not his master, his friends until either his enemy is defeated or he falls in the effort. |
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 23, 2013 21:21:29 GMT -5
Marc smiled this time, a real one, the first one since Lilly was ripped out of his life. Perhaps there were a few good things left in this world - genuine empathy being one of them. It was so rare, especially in Marc's line of work, to see someone - anyone - who just wanted to help, in any manner that he or she could.
He stared at the Oshawott, a quizzical look on his face.
"Contrarily, I would like some company...after all, it does get lonely. You do not have to stay in the ball if you do not wish to do so."
Oshawott turned to him, merriment dancing on his little eyes.
Really? Would that be okay with you? I don't want to bother you...He glanced at Marc, concern in his eyes.
"I insist, I would rather have my partner by my side than cooped up in one of those human machinations."
Okay, that's good! Thanks..uh..
"Marc."
Thanks, Marc, for all of this! I'm Tybalt!
Marc was already looking toward the distant skies.
Got myself into a crap load of trouble, haven't I, sis? But like father always said, you have to find something to fight for. I intend to follow through on those words...
He took Tybalt's small hand in his own, and tried to smile.
"Our journey awaits us. Best we begin it."
Felix nodded, his own smile genuine and proud.
Let's!
I'll bring you back, Lilly...I know I will.
END THREAD
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