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Restart.
APOCALYPSE. It's difficult to say how long you're unconscious. Whenever you do wake up, it's warm; your limbs will probably feel a bit heavy, and it might take a while for you to come back into yourself fully - whatever just happened, it's disorienting, weighing heavily on your body and leaving a heavy fog over your senses, and for a long moment it may be tempting to go back to sleep. Slowly, though, everything will start to seep back in. The confrontation with Cyrus. Countless beams of light smashing down to earth, tearing everything in their path away. Judgement. The end of the world. The ruins still seem, miraculously, to be intact; pushing yourself up to sit up and look around will make it clear that whatever protected you from the attack on the world is still present, a swirling field of white light encapsulating the area and forming a protective shield around your group. The Lake Guardians are present for a brief moment, hovering overhead in a manner that's easily read as concerned, but as soon as enough of you are awake they'll take their leave - it's difficult to say where they're going and why, given that they don't offer an explanation, but all three of them are together still, having seemed to have found each other eventually over the past little while. Their protection vanishes with them, and their departure may leave you feeling empty; on the other hand, it may not affect you at all, seeing as you have other things to worry about. Leaving the ruins themselves and returning to the center of Celestic Town, it will be immediately obvious that something is very, very wrong. The first noticeable difference is in the people of the town; it seems that Cyrus adhered to his word in that everyone is alive, having been reborn after the world was destroyed. But there's something unwelcome and familiar about them now - the inability to process very much, the staring with nothing behind it, the lack of drive or desire to do anything for themselves, it seems that everything about them that made them a person has once again been torn away from them, leaving them dead-eyed and spiritless. The other differences are less noticeable, but as the day goes on, something seems...off. Not just with the people, but with the world as a whole. The passage of time and the expansion of space are things that everyone takes for granted; as long as the day passes by, the sun moving across the sky to fade into night, it can be assumed that everything is working as it should be. But the longer you spend here, the more it becomes obvious that something feels wrong; the sun continues to pass overhead, night will eventually fall, but there's an undeniable sense that nothing is really happening. The perceived passage of time seems more and more irrelevant to you, giving way to a notion that you're just...stuck, somehow. That nothing is changing, despite evidence that it should be; that everything is strange and stagnant and still despite the fact that you're still moving forward. It's this, maybe, that makes you realize why Lucas is twelve at the oldest, despite the passage of at least five years; the flow of time, the expansion of space... Both have been disrupted and brought to a standstill. Take the day to get used to your new reality; it might take some time to get accustomed to. [OOC: Welcome to the start of Week 14, the end of the world, and the beginning of the second half of the game! No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!] |
awakening
Sena cracks his eyes open and groans. He can vaguely feel Shell nestled in his hair, and Vee's needle-prickly fur poking into his back, but all that's ignored for the sense of warmth, of heaviness and lethargy.]
Define...okay.
[That's unusually snarky for him, but on the other hand, it's probably justified.]
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[Which it sounds like you are, so thanks buddy]
Don't think there's much we can do about - ugh - about the feeling like shit.
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[He doesn't feel like it. It's like the bone-aching tiredness after finishing the Death March, but infinitely worse.]
Feels too much like a dream...
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[You all always talk about them like they're great!
Michael goes to his belt for a Pokeball, but hesitates, and ends up pulling himself upright against the wall instead. If his Pokemon have been set back to zero, he really doesn't want to deal with that right this second.
It is, once again, a bit of a struggle. But once he's on his feet, he goes to offer Sena a hand.]
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[Tell him something. It's totally a dream that the instigator of this entire thing just showed up in front of them and reset the world with the snap of his fingers. Right? That totally couldn't have been real.]
T...Thanks...
[Getting up prompts Shell to just...fall off of Sena's head and clunk to the floor like an empty can, and Vee rolls off of Sena's back with an almost petulant sounding yip.]
G-guys-! [oh god oh god did he hurt you guys he's sorry he's such a terrible trainer and-]
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[Huh, that sure did happen. Michael tries to crouch down, but between this and being bodychecked by a Milotic a few days ago, he's not really at 100%, and he ends up just sort of painfully bending over a little to try to pick Shell up.]
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And then it rattles.]
Sh-Shell! [You're okay! You might scare the shit out of him, but thank god you're okay! Oh god. He's tearing up.]
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[Michael looks around, as if debating whose soul he might offer it, and then peeks into the back of the shell real quick. He's got a lot of Extradimensional Substance to spare, tbh]
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The void inside the shell doesn't appear to be especially ravenous today, but - ]
I'd rather like a morsel of that unpleasant fellow who saw fit to grace us with baseless niceties, but I doubt the man has any to spare.
[Damn, Shell, where did that come from? It's justified, but honestly now.]
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did anybody else just experience that voice, or]
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that's just your usual ghost Pokemon eldritch speak
just the usual
you can move on now shell's just grumbling yo itself]
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You're probably right. [He replies, because........look, Shell isn't WRONG. He'll let them go again once they look to be floating properly again.]
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Huh?
[Meanwhile, Sena's confused. He didn't say anything! But Shell seems up to floating again, so he almost immediately forgets about Michael's seemingly random non-sequitor in favor of fussing over his weird eldritch cicada ghost.]
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[that's just between eldritch horrors]
I'm glad that they seem alright.
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[If you say so.
Meanwhile, Vee trots up to Sena's leg and paws at it, apparently irritated that he disrupted both of them and yet seems only worried about Shell.]
Vee-! So you're alright, too...
Jo-lu! [Finally! Geez, Sena, you're kind of a mess, you know that?]
Does this mean our Pokemon managed to be fine, too?
[Actually...where is the rest of his team...? They definitely should be nearby, maybe they woke up before...?]
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[Michael's hand goes to his own Pokeballs again, but...he'll wait until they're out of here, maybe.]
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That's a relief...I'm not sure what I would have done if Vee or Monta or any of them suddenly returned to being...
[He doesn't get to finish, because Monta pokes his head out from behind Michael's legs at hearing his name being mentioned!]
Monta!
[Excited monkey noises.]
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Did you just have all of them out?
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[And this is why Sena's Pokemon training life is so chaotic.
Speaking of, oh look there's his Abra teleporting nearby you. Maybe near enough to drop on your head, maybe not.]
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Why?
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[He'll, um...retrieve that wayward creature now. By, um...begging for it to come down and watching it teleport itself into his arms.]
I mean, um...other people have their Pokemon out all the time, you know? And it feels bad keeping them in their balls, so...
[The only time he actually kept them in their Pokeballs was when they used the Ride Pokemon - and even then Nin and Shell got to stay out since they could fly.
...Speaking of Nin, she's just...miraculously appeared on Sena's head sometime during all this. Just flew in and nestled there like she'd been there all along. Like the ninja cicada she is.]
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[Might've gotten caught up in the endtimes. Sena probably hasn't seen his giant new addition yet, but Michael doesn't go for Milotic's ball, just letting Cat Janet out right now.]
Doing okay, Janet? [Seems so.]
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[He nods slowly, although he can't help but smile when Janet comes out. She might be a little troublemaker, but right now, seeing her as herself is only a relief.]
All my Pokemon haven't been too big, so I never thought of that.
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[He's gonna go peek out the entrance to the ruins as he talks.]
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How big? Like - um, Bospho big?
[He means Zelda's Onix.]
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