SURPASS THE GODS

|| ROUND TWO BABY

Questions/Statements! || Accepting

    He lies on the ground outside Elesas (very luxurious house) spread eagle together with his Sceptile. True to his very load obnoxious nature, Gold had been practicing some new, incredibly over the top combo move that he was confident he’d be able to perfect with Sceptile. All morning. Every morning. For days. It was probably getting grating on Elesa but he appreciated her efforts to maintain a level of calmness and humor his antics. 

    It was also kind of her to try and encourage him in what for most would be a moment of self doubt. He, of course, was actually fairly confident in his ability and knew this was all part of the long, arduous process of perfecting something like this. Yet it was in the fatigued state caused by that process, that he found his response.

    “Yea?’ yah gon’ gimmie a kiss if ‘a pull it off?” He hadn’t totally realized what he said.

Questions/Statements! || Accepting

    “…”

    The question was heavy on his ears. In truth, he wasn’t sure. Even now as he stared at her, the Serena he’d seen photo’s of in Calems house, the one he’d heard talk of. He could tell it wasn’t her, that everything in this universe, this strange, different universe was wrong. It wasn’t real, he could write it off as a bad dream and just leave. That’s what he had thought.

    But then…he dismissed it just as quickly. He had thought he could leave, but then when he really began to humor the idea he knew he couldn’t. He had come here to find Calem, to bring him home…and Calem shrugged him off. His friend, who had put some faith in Calem and trusted him unconditionally…that friend had betrayed his trust and told him to leave, told him that the same care and trust he had was unrequited, why would he stay here, knowing that? After all, the brother he was trying to save now, the region he was trying to help, that wasn’t his , he could go home and call it all fine.

    He couldn’t though, could he? that wasn’t the kind of man he was. The Ethan of this world might not be his own, but he was still Ethan, his little brother…and he needed help. He couldn’t back down, he couldn’t run away. He wasn’t going to turn his back to family, even if facing forward meant facing down the world, with or without the friend he thought he could trust.

    “It doesn’t matter” Uncharacteristic clarity in his tone, reflective perhaps, of the certainty he felt in his decision. “Right now, my brother needs help and beating Team Rocket to dust is the only way to help him….there’s no one else I can go to. I’m dead, and Calem’s turned his back on me. But if you’re anything like him, and you are…I’ll trust you…so will you help me?”

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks. || Accepting

    “…’m always worried abou’ mom. ‘a think abou’er everyday…bu’ she sent me ou’ cos she knew dat’s th’ only way a’d eva really be ‘appy. Still…’a worry abou’er a’lo, bu’s he’d be real pissed off if ‘a let dat stop me doin’ th’ t’ings ‘a wanna do”

sounds like something a baby would say