Week 2.
WEEK 2. The new week begins with new surroundings. The city you've been growing accustomed to over the past week is now well behind you as you set out on your journey proper; the terrain still seems rocky and steep here as you move downhill and to the south, dotted here and there with small ponds to the east and rocky outcroppings that you can climb on to the west. There are also large expanses of tall grass here, and the entire route is flanked with tall trees leading off into the forest a short ways. You're more than welcome to explore; just don't stray too far from the group - you wouldn't want to be left behind out here, for any reason. Wild Pokémon are abundant here, as anyone venturing into the tall grass will discover; they aren't inclined to attack you, however, simply watching with dull, dead eyes as you stumble through the area they've come to call home. The trip is difficult, and it's a lot of walking, but it's not unmanageable; fortunately enough, the route you're on should lead you directly to Valor Lakefront, assuming there are no complications along the way. From Thursday and beyond, the route takes a sharp turn west; in front of you lies what's clearly the ocean, large rocks jutting out just offshore tempering the waves. It's safe to go in the water if you so choose - assuming you can swim, that is - and the forested terrain has given way to a large beach with patches of tall grass here and there. Interestingly, there's a house located on the beach; whether it's inhabited or not is difficult to tell. Of course, exploring slightly north of the beach will reveal a path. Maybe it leads somewhere important... POKEMON AVAILABLE: NEAR WATER SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week two of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget that a write-up is due next weekend!] |
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It's kind of a long story.
[But oddly it doesn't sound like the subject is off-limits.]
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So when Steve came to find me [has he talked about Steve with Ignis before? oh well] he followed us. Came pretty close to killing me more than once; he's a hell of a fighter.
He protected me once he learned who really did it, gave me a home when I was wanted in dozens of countries. I owe him a lot.
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I'm still not used to it.
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No, it's my fault.
I've... I've been through a lot. Sometimes I slip back into old habits.
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It's...difficult to acclimate, when most of your life is spent one specific way. I'm trying to do much the same myself.
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I've really only gotten it back on track in the last two years.
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[A brief hesitation cut the sentence in half, which for someone as collected as Ignis was a critical and blatant misstep.]
-...have doubts things will ever quite be back in order.
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I keep getting told that's normal.
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[But that was followed by a short laugh, Ignis adjusting his glasses with a halfhearted smile.]
You must find me to sound terribly demoralizing right now. My apologies.
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You have to make your new normal. It won't go back to how it was before, you need to move on. Easier said than done, I know. But I'm constantly working on it.
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[He faltered again, deciding quickly he very much didn't care for this whole 'vulnerability' thing.]
...think I'm going to be able to do that.
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I think the same thing every day.
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[But there was so much Ignis had never told even his closest friends, and prying away the mask of the politician and diplomat they were going to need before long to risk revealing his own uncertainty felt like an impossible, unsafe task.]
...so what is it you tell yourself, in response to a thought such as that?
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Sometimes I just tell myself the goats would go hungry if I wasn't around. Sometimes I remind myself that I do have friends, that I have a friend who gave up everything to save me when I didn't think I was worth anything.
I'm worth something to somebody, even if I can't see it for myself.
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[...What was he supposed to do with no discernible reason to exist?]
I suppose that's a fair rationale, yes.
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Yeah. I know.
It doesn't really stop the thoughts, the, "I shouldn't exist", but I guess it puts it into context. Having something to helps. It makes you feel less like a waste of oxygen.
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[In concept, at least.]
It's still just....difficult.
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I'll let you know if it ever stops being difficult.