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Time flies, right?

25/06/2024

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let's see what i can do without exams now
happy birthday to you lads

i wasn't exactly around due to exams, but they're finally over now
exams

will be back from hell in a couple of weeks
I had a roller-coaster of emotions as Reshiram flailed and struggled. I backed off from the limbo state he was in, between defeat and some ultimate attack, while everyone else threw pretty much everything at the legendary. At that point, the arena was flooded with lights and noise, which could've been mistaken for some rave. Unfortunately, all raves end; when the sparks and fires cleared away (with one last tower-rattling implosion), Reshiram had fallen and slammed into the ground, instantly incapacitated and letting the air settle at last. He could've been mistaken for Zekrom based on the blackened skin, and I felt obliged to check if he was really defeated. Before I had a chance to inspect Reshiram, I heard another thud behind ourselves, which was bad on its own.

"That's not good..." I had forgotten Spruce took a battering, and so did everyone else. As the adrenaline wore off, many things set in; I felt aches and twists all around my body, and my vision was briefly unfocused as I floated over towards the commotion. A bit of echoing set in from voices all around me, but I could at least clearly see Spruce sprawled on the charred floor. He was swooped up by Kamina while Celes cried and begged for help. My face was numb and I was more or less glad we were just still around, instead of meeting up in Arceus' domain. More echoes and ringing in my air followed Reshiram's voice, notably more regal and less paranoid as he slowly crawled towards us. I looked behind myself towards Vine and the legendary, and planned to say something. "..." I just sighed really, and I couldn't get any proper words out. Well, aside from "Just listen to what we have to say soon, considering what you've done."
Yeah, just let me get my shit sorted first.
i haven't paid attention to pokemon since x and y

i just can't be stuffed paying 50 nzd for omega/alpha or whatever
what i usually do:
>post
>leave for a week
>don't ever read/open rp guild
>post after week
>realise i haven't actually posted because lugia is now reminding me to post
>don't post anyway because i still have one more internal assessment
>post when i actually feel like i can do so without interference
>die from worrying about university and work
>sleep having to eat a mandarin and toast to avoid hypoglycemia in bed
>wake up at 5 am anyway from hypoglycemia and eat more mandarins
>wake up at 7 am tired
>die at school
>come home tired
>"maybe i'll post today"
>repeat

on the plus side, my teachers love my assessments. now, i just want to sleep for a long time...
initiative: 7 + 6 = 13
My dreams were quite nerve-wracking and haunting. It was something involving witnessing a young scholar facing a cart full of books and scrolls he'd have to hand in, and my own inability to help out with the workload, despite somehow knowing everything that he needed. Anyway, back to the story...

Did I mention I nearly lost my eardrums? The weather's usually bad around these parts, but it wasn't insane enough to strike thunder out of nowhere. I was shaken alright, my usual habit of grumbling and stirring awake replaced by panic and flailing. It sounded like we were being shot out of a cannon, but I didn't need to look around for a conspicuous siege weapon. After all, Robert was the loose cannon in this case, somewhat unsurprised yet apologetic. I crossed my eyes at him and lifted myself up, the feeling that I needed to stab him slowly fading away. I didn't really chip into the tirade of others until they quieted down, which let me say "Whatever deity that's up there, you could at least smite Robert instead of the air."

I kicked away at the grass and tightened the buckle around my coat, which was starting to get frayed and dirty in a few places. I mean, I already looked shady enough with alcohol stains and alleyway moss patching me, but the dirt and twigs embedded in the cloth was starting to make me look homeless. (Which technically I am, but that's another story.) Aside from that, Robert's skill had me awake but groggy, because you clearly can't cure insomnia and interrupted sleep. "Just go already, goodness. I'll wake up properly as we walk." These people were fussing about bandits and road agents, but I just wanted to stay awake.
I got exams in a few weeks or so.

Let's get this done soon though. I'll make a post later tonight I guess (hopefully).
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