Week 1.

[azumods]

WEEK 1. As Cynthia had promised, the sun does indeed rise the next morning. Whether you slept or not (and sleeping inside the Pokémon Center you were in before seems totally fine by the attendant), it seems Cynthia kept her word; she left sometime shortly before sunrise, and you haven't been bothered by Team Galactic and those that work for it in the interim. It isn't advisable to return to the headquarters building, however. At least not for the time being. However, a new day does dawn, and with it comes the knowledge that you're in an unfamiliar city, completely on your own. There are several things to be done before you can leave: gathering supplies and provisions, finding maps, obtaining new clothes... Of course, your new "companions" are still with you, and they don't seem willing to leave your side; they'll follow you dutifully, but they still seem...wrong, horribly so, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off. Maybe if you work with them a little...? Try to talk to them, train them, teach them to do things... Who knows? It might do them some good. CURRENT LOCATION: VEILSTONE CITY POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week 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. Don't forget that a write-up is due this weekend! Feel free to investigate the city as you see fit this week; we ask only that you try to stagger investigations and be mindful of what's already been checked. If you wish to investigate, notify the mods in your comment subject for your top-level and we'll get on it as soon as possible!]

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[hyruglyphics]

The story isn't clear, other than to remind people that all dreams must, eventually, end.

[bloodspent]

One of those cautionary things, then. Don't get so hung up on the dreams you forsake reality?

[hyruglyphics]

[ Looking back over at him, ]

That's how I always understood it, at least.

[bloodspent]

Makes sense. I don't really have too much time for stories like that, haven't for a while, but I used to like them when I was a little kid.

[hyruglyphics]

I heard them from mother and from Urbosa when I was a little girl. What interest I kept in them over time... well, legends are the leftovers of history, and they are also the seeds of faith. Both of those were important to what I needed to accomplish, andso they lingered.

[bloodspent]

Oh, yeah? And what is it you were accomplishing? If you don't mind answering.

[hyruglyphics]

I needed to awaken a power destined to me by my bloodline, and so I prayed to the ancient spirits and gods, to try to quicken the process. [ Err... ] ... The power to seal the Calamity.

[ It's... bizarre, to have to explain that. ]

[bloodspent]

[God, he doesn't have much patience for bloodlines and legacies.]

Did you manage it?

1/2

[hyruglyphics]

[ A very complicated look comes over her face, for just a moment... ]

[hyruglyphics]

[ But then she shakes her head and smiles. No need to dwell on... on all that. ] I did! I played my part and in the end, we were victorious.

[bloodspent]

Hey, good for you.

[And that sounds actually genuine, not sarcastic; seriously, good job, Zelda.]

Saved the world and everything, I'm guessing?

[hyruglyphics]

[ A nod ]

Link did the majority of the work, but we saved Hyrule.

[bloodspent]

Good to know we've got some actual heroes around here - makes sense, though, given what you were talking about with Cynthia. Saving everyone and stuff.

[hyruglyphics]

[ she looks... embarrassed, but not enough she's going to back down as she answers, ]

It simply... seemed cruel to ignore the plight of these people. After conversations I had with the townsfolk here, I honestly feel even more strongly about that.

[bloodspent]

You've got more patience than me, lady; I couldn't talk to 'em if you told me to.

[...]

I haven't been beating them up, though.

[hyruglyphics]

I'm glad to hear that.

[ She bows her head and... ]

... I think those who feel anything are sent to Team Galactic for reeducation.

[bloodspent]

[...OKAY, THAT'S- ]

Whoa, whoa - what?

[hyruglyphics]

One of my longer conversations was with a man and asked him if many people in town work at that Galactic building, and I was told that those who need it go there, it "gives them purpose," and "cures them as imperfections."

[ As she says this, she's trembling with an uneasy feeling and rage in almost equal measure. ]

To be chosen to go there is an honor... apparently.

[bloodspent]

Jesus Christ, what the fuck is this world's problem?! Good to know people are just selected to go off into that building to get their brains scrambled with a fucking blender once in a while!

[...Okay. Okay, let's not. Scream at Zelda. It's not like she did anything wrong.]

Some fuckin' honor.

[hyruglyphics]

Almost all of the houses in this town were able to offer me a spare bed.

[ It's a lot of people.

She does wince at his words, but...honestly, she feels a similar anger. ]

[bloodspent]

Fucking- ...Okay. O-kay. That explains a lot, that. Explains a lot, there were a fucklot of people in that building, so...

[Mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.]

Do you think the rest of the cities are like this? Because god, I will not be surprised.

[hyruglyphics]

Nor would I, if they have other bases dotted across this land. Or perhaps, even send everyone to this one.

[ And it's infuriating. ]

[bloodspent]

[...]

So. If we get a chance to do it without everybody dying, are you opposed to us kicking this guy's ass, too?

[hyruglyphics]

Of course not!

[ She seems surprised he would think that? ]

I opposed you inflicting violence on those people because we did not know they were our enemies, but Cyrus certainly has shown himself to be!

[bloodspent]

Okay, good.

[...]

I'm not doubting you or anything, I just didn't know if that was a pacifism thing or a circumstance thing, or what. Better to ask, you know?