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Time flies, right?

25/06/2024

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Gradually, I felt dread and butterflies in my guts. The destruction seemed to fill the horizon. We retraced the long path back to where we started, decaying branches lashing out from the sides of the worn path. Horse and cartwheel imprints were long covered with withered leaves, perhaps nature itself embracing for the worst as the landscape became grim and colourless. Instead of insects creaking and birds chirping, only a lame wind with moments of silence seemed to talk with us. There wasn't even a smell in the air, a hint of ashes maybe but nothing hinting at previous life. If this was hell to us then it was the life of a colour-blind drifter who only knew death , total lack of life just beyond the village's old perimeter. Husks of trees seem to haunt and gasp with twisted trunks, arced over useless palisades and fencing to penetrate the grounds. "Damn. There goes my favourite bar." I took my eyes off a familiar building in the distance, I muttering and shedding a tear for a place that I didn't seem to care about until now.

While that was going on, we were getting rather unusually close to the dust's boundary. The sky became duller with each step we took, now only a few meters away. A few signs leading to nowhere were uprooted and cast onto the dust, the surrounding bushes stripped of vines and stones uncovered against the tide of grey. We were approaching an atmosphere of stillness and deafness, maddening to my senses as we figured out what next to do. "We're here. Let's grab the stuff quickly, this place is creeping me out." If one was daring enough, the edge of the dust seemed to wipe and clear away grass centimetre by centimetre, slowly creeping towards us. For a moment I felt a tightness in my arms, a little tense at odd figures in the distance. "Uh... there appears to be things living in the distance."

Just as I finished my sentence, I caught a massive glimpse of the princess seemingly betraying us to the greyness. She barely hesitated to push and thrust both Robert and Backstabs straight into the dust-laden ground, drawing my snarl and a quick flick of my knife against the drowned-out sun. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I spoke out, a rough tone grinding against my clean accent. What the others said and reacted though left a puzzled expression on my face, facts I never knew about as I wasn't involved with the group until much later.
I gave Reshiram a bit of a look as Anthony climbed back up unscathed, though quickly slipped back down from the permafrost and ice. I peered down at the slope Anthony was stuck on (or rather slipped), watching at another opening across the slope that seemed to lead to a place of mirrors and turns. It seemed Kyreum's domain became more hostile and dangerous the deeper we went, with Reshiram struggling to duck under short ceilings and icicle stalactites.

I hovered down the slope, a coating of frost wavering around my magnets. It also seemed to seal any remaining scars shut, most of them apparently wished away by my evolution. Whilst waiting for Reshiram to follow through, I began to chat and converse with the other party's members. "Can I ask what you guys been up to since we last met?" I inquired, eye on Anthony as we idled briefly. However, I quickly jumped at the sounds of rapid steam and fires, swiftly turning to Kamina as my surprise turned to relief.

"K-Kamina? I don't think we're breaking this stuff any time soon, unless you're some hidden legendary." I added after Josh spoke, shouting from the bottom of the slope. I remained observant as I turned back to the others, the shadows almost putting me off. "Yeah, what's the story around this place again? Rather outside I mean."
I outstretched my fingers and took peace in a big yawn, already tired from one battle. It was only then that the heat of the battle wore off, heart slowing down a bit as I inspected the carnage. Blood trails, stray arrows, splinters and branches... I turned to the others, my patience as a gambler wearing somewhat thin as we stood around looting and squabbling with each other.

To be fair, I was quite startled by our thief's outburst. She rattled my ears as I scoffed at the notion that we were pursued (actually mainly at the princess for being a twat that seems to chip in as quickly as she disappears), remaining quiet otherwise as Deravan's gaze fell upon me. At first I thought I annoyed the wrong person, but our resident ninja seemed to gesture with the bow in his hand. "It's a bow, yeah? Too bad I've never used one in my life." I spoke nonchalantly, brushing a few bruises incurred from the quick movements of the fighting.

Dorisma seemed to stumble around as Trey spoke up, putting himself by Deravan to inspect every fibre and wisp on the bow. I was about to speak out until Trey seemed to know the bow like the back of his hand, listing several positive (and negative) enchantments. I bit on my tongue and stopped myself from speaking out, flicking a card around instead as I waited for the party to move.

>probably lugia's reaction when i post early
I woke up with a startle. Eye rapidly flicking to every corner of the cave. The strange was that I didn't have a nightmare, so much as I had a dreamless sleep instead. I calmed down rather quickly as I lifted myself off the ice... well, slush actually. I had a right to be startled originally, because I thought that ring of fire meant we were caught in Arceus' underworld domain. Daniel seemed to thank Reshiram rather calmly as if it was a regular occurrence, Anthony apparently stirring awake as well to his greeting. Reshiram boomed in his sleep (no surprises there) as I spied on the wall of fire, crackling and snapping beyond my eye as if there were an invisible well of tinder.

I looked back towards the group, no longer entranced by sleep as the heatwave of the fire suddenly passed away. I was a little more than impressed at the legendary's abilities, silently commanding flames to his whim (in Kyreum's own den of places). "Hopefully that wall of fire doesn't annoy Kyreum too much." I scoffed, somewhat sarcastic in my tone as I looked beyond the narrow corridors of the cave. A few dark shapes was enough to raise an eyelid as Anthony moved forwards, unimpeded by danger and supported by non-slippery dirt.

Of course, that led to the gag of Anthony slipping on the dangerously slick ice. My expression became more alarmed as it turned out he fell and slipped all the way to one of the dark shapes; a lone Rockruff in the dim lighting. "My goodness." I muttered to myself, readily charging my magnets for any potential problems.
You see, it's shit like this that keeps me coming back.

I've said a lot of times privately to Lugia that I wanted to leave the roleplays I'm in, but it's been nearly four years and I'm still around for the absurdness of some things.
i like the effort you put into that dream sequence

pops out for a normally structured rp
As I was almost done closing up wounds with the motions of my palms, an arrow whizzed past my head and struck the bark of an unfortunate tree. I scoffed somewhat, a little unnerved that battlefield healers were essentially high-value targets. Robert didn't even seem to mind, unflinching against wide shots as I slapped my hands together in delight. "Alrighty, that took a while but you're all healed now." I smirked and slung my various knives into my pockets, adjusting my sand-stricken and twig-infested coat as I stepped around, unsure what else to do since the archer was likely going out of commission soon. "Let's just hope we don't come around anymore of these maniacs." I hoped we were getting closer to the dust as opposed to being slowed by various roadagents, rubbing my eyes and waving away the lingering smell of ashes and blood.
I was mostly observant to most of the carnage that seemed to happen, watching a Graveler crushed by a fish-based fireball and many other wild things pelted away like ants. At times I would raise a magnet or two at the fighting, but more often than not they could take care of themselves. I would've left the group to watch over Spruce instead, but Josh suggested fighting Kyreum was likely going to be just as difficult as our previous fight against Reshiram. Even with Reshiram on us, the freezing of the whole town (and Reshiram's subsequent reluctance to undo the cold spell) demonstrated Kyreum's strength over his older sibling.

I seemed dazed around this time, almost as if I had my burdens lifted too quickly. That said, I still carried odd thoughts about Davis and a bunch of others, sometimes clouding my judgement at the worst of times. I was fairly exhausted from the fight earlier and only could only really nod towards Josh's suggestion for rest, somewhat unfocused to take on two... rather unfamiliar Pokemon. (At first I didn't even know if they were Pokemon, though I gradually caught up to this new trend.) By the time I squinted however, they were already bruised and knocked out.

At this point, I figured the fight earlier had made me a bit rusty. I felt my head was in a different place, whilst the enchanting icicles and curved ice walls proved distracting to my keen eye. The light that reflected throughout the cave was beginning to dim, and to reach further in within darkness seemed rather suicidal.

"Someday... this'll all be over. No more bloody dungeons and wild gods." I whispered to myself, yawning quietly under sagged eyelids. I was drowsy and tired, having trouble staying afloat and prepared to use the ice as a mattress.
i should make a post
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