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Week 21.
WEEK 21 It's been a while since you were last in Eterna City. While it seems you've suffered another setback on Sunday morning, hopefully it won't completely break your morale; there have been many losses lately, but you have to keep going, especially once the state of things in Eterna City become more clear to you upon your arrival there. The city, for lack of a better word, seems torn - the buildings seem almost patchwork in places, having been torn apart at the seams and replaced with things that seem to have come from elsewhere and nowhere all at once. Parts of other buildings, parts of trees, parts of roads, even - stay in one spot long enough and you can see it happen. It isn't ripples or pulses, like it was with Dialga; this is violent, something sharp and harsh whipping through the air in a burst of energy, tearing through all inanimate objects in its path and replacing them with something that frankly shouldn't be there. Thankfully, the cause of this doesn't seem to be targeting you; it will leave you unharmed, though your Pokémon are definitely aware of it and the rending will cause them to flinch whenever it fires off, regardless of if it hits them or not. It's likely a stressful time for them - just as it is for the locals, who don't seem too willing to leave their homes at the moment... POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SURROUNDING ROUTES: PLAINS/FOREST SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY [OOC: Welcome to week twenty-one 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.] |
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[It's said with a bit of a worried tone, but she is at least smiling a bit at that.]
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I'm just kind of a mess, you know? I don't really know what to do with stuff sometimes, so I guess whatever's wrong with my head decides it's a good idea to get pissed off at it. It happens, it's not anything you're doing.
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If you're certain, then I won't press. Do know at the very least that I'm not angry with you for such a thing, nor upset about it. It's as you said; it happens without even thinking of such a thing. It does put me at ease to know that I haven't done something to warrant that.
[There is a little bit of a pause, after that. He has said that he won't tell her what to do, and that she's apparently better at this thing than him; she'll break the silence after a moment.]
Could I ask you something, then?
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Yeah, sure. Anything you want.
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Worry not; it's a rather simple thing. [...] May I give you a hug?
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Yeah, of course. Come here.
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Her arms wrap around his shoulders easily as she moves in, pulling him close and hugging him very firmly. Not too tightly, though she imagines it wouldn't hurt him too much if she did wind up going for a bear hug or something similar; she's always just been a touch gentle, but no less warm for it.]
You are so kind to me. Thank you, dear.
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I'm very proud of you. You know that, right? [One of her hands goes to kind of rub his back a bit, but her tone's very fond when she speaks.] You've been doing everything you can to keep moving forward, despite everything working against you along the way. Everything in your life, and everything here...you've kept pressing on, no matter how unusual or grim the journey has been. You're so earnestly trying to find your own way, separate from all you've faced; not everyone has that sort of strength to press on. And yet, whenever I look at you, I see a young man who is doing everything he can to reject what those have derisively said to him. Who has become a person so separate from those who came before him, because he has done everything to ensure that.
Never, ever forget that.
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He freezes up a little at the first part of it - he hasn't done anything worth actually being proud of, he's pretty sure - but he doesn't manage to make himself interrupt her; as such, she just keeps going unimpeded and she's rubbing his back and honestly, he doesn't know when his grip started tightening but before long it's obvious that he doesn't really want to let go right now, to put it gently. It takes him a while to try to form a reaction that isn't just kind of burying his face in her shoulder, and even longer to acknowledge that there isn't going to be one and that's going to have to do for now.]
...Thanks. I...
[...He doesn't know how to finish that.]
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[...She'll hug him a little bit tighter in response, with no intention of letting go of her own either. This is great? This is great.]
I'm happy to remind you of it.
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God, I'm a damn mess.
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