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AchronumLeisy Takigawa
— Stillwater —Leisy had been just as prepared as Olivie when she heard Darkrai’s pronouncement, but the Metang’s statement stopped her. Bernard? she thought, remembering that Olivie was originally travelling with another trainer. If he’s been turned into a Pokemon as well, she thought, frowning as she thought, then… How many other Pokemon are actually people?
Darkrai’s next statements chipped away at Leisy’s hope in what Bernard had stated, but the Darkrai’s Dark Pulse knocked her into the air before she could respond. The impact was like that of a wall, solid and never-ending despite its lack of actual mass. While she was sent flying through the air, Leisy found that her new form was light enough to drift in like a bird rather, so that she did. Still, the impact had sent her flying through the air, and she skidded to a halt about fifty meters away from the Dark-type, arms carving deep cuts into the earth below in the process of braking.
Landing, Leisy found that her steel, origami-like body had suffered a major blow and been bent out of shape. Funny — I don’t feel any pain, she realised, straightening up and examining her body with a newfound curiosity. Slowly, she bent the folds of steel back into place, each curving back into shape with seeming ease. Rustling noises around her snapped her out of her engrossment, and Leisy looked up to see Darkrai drifting over.
“What should we do then?” Leisy whispered to the other trainer-turned-Pokemon. “We can’t just not do anything — who knows what will happen if we die in this ‘Dark Void?’”
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Shanae Eller
— Ironforge —“The first attack was around last month or so. Everyone — that is, all of the industry heads — had thought it a freak accident of sorts. Maybe some inexperienced trainer who lost control of his Charizard, or something of the sort,” Markus said, eyes dropping to the steel tiles below his feet. “That had been the first in a slew of attacks, and the most gentle one at that. Injuries are our main concern at this point, civilians and workers both. Steel is easily replaceable, and — while not exactly cheap — factorable into our ‘incidental expenses’ budget,” Markus said, waving a hand for Shanae and Marvin to follow. “But injuries — and even casualties — aren’t common, especially with all the advances in technology and technique as well as guidelines on how to work with fire- and steel-types,” he said as the trio rounded the corner.
At the other end of the building — the end with the collapsed roof — a few flashing ambulances were parked haphazardly, hospital personnel tending to what looked like the last of the injured with bandages and reassuring words. Uniformed construction workers were standing around, either talking amongst each other or speaking with someone on the phone.
“I’ve already made all the speeches I could there,” Markus said, voice weighed down by fatigue and sorrow. “There were eleven injured this time. Two of them are still in the ER, and one of them left the scene yelling that he couldn’t feel his legs.” The man fell silent, eyes drifting to the steel flooring underneath his feet. “As much as I love Pokemon and wish to respect them, I cannot fathom why a fire-type is going around doing this. So I’m sending a trainer after it to bring it down. And by ‘down,’ I mean dead or alive because,” Markus closed his eyes briefly before opening them and looking up at Shanae, “I’m no longer so sure that those clamouring for its death are wrong.”
“Oh Markus,” Shanae said, her heart breaking for the man’s plight. “Pokemon judged as people — it’s always been a grey area. Unfair too.” She paused before continuing. “I’ll bring the perpetrating Pokemon back alive. Perhaps there’s a good explanation for all this. If not… Well, the two sides deserve to get a glimpse of each other at least.”
Nodding after a brief silence, Markus saw Shanae off with a folder of information and a heavy heart. Shanae too was feeling rather down now, and Marvin too, considering how the boy had stayed silent the entire time. When she’d left, Marvin had stayed behind, quiet by his father’s side. A humbling experience for a carefree boy, Shanae thought as the Lairon carried her to a location on the outskirts of the city she thought isolated enough to be suspicious.
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