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Are you on critical mode rn? Because trust me only death is your friend

         Mewtwo had read numerous minds, which contemplated over something labeled the ‘Distortion realm’ a pocket dimension of sorts where some Pokemon dubbed Giratina resided. This particular Pocket Monster, was rumored to pass betwixt its home and this world through mere reflections. While not having any doubts that such places and creatures existed, powerful psychic never gave it much thought as encountering such things herself seemed... unlikely for her.

That all changed, today.

         What first started out as a simple lesson of controlling psychic abilities between Mewtwo and the old Meowstic, became something more concerning when those terrified screams from young Pokemon cut through atmosphere. Worried of their safety, protective Pocket Monster immediately flew over towards river to check on them. Fortunately other then being frightened they all seemed fine, but once she discovered that their optics spotted some chilling shadow in river’s reflection she meticulously hovered towards water and peered intently into it.

     it was odd being back in sinnoh. everything was familiar, but the whole atmosphere had shifted. there was no more looming threat from team galactic. everyone just looked so much more … relaxed.

     well, everyone apart from looker.

     another sleepless night, he was up and out before the sun had even risen. the streets of jubilife were empty, the only signs of life being the occasional light having switched on from a something – story window, indicating the occupant had just woken up. the officer figured he had time to drop by the local pokecentre for a quick coffee – an espresso or something just as strong – when a sudden chill washed over him. it wasn’t like a gust of wind, no … the trees weren’t moving. he stopped in his tracks, taking a minute to scan his surroundings.

     it was clear he was the only one nearby.

     as he turned to head back towards the orange – roofed building, a crimson glare met his own gaze from a shop window. startled, he stumbled back, and by the time he focused on the shop window, the only thing that was looking back at him was his own platinum stare.

send me a ◓➥ to hear one of my character’s pokemon give an opinion about your trainer | accepting ! the air is tense, a rare hush falling through her team. their victory over giratina was hard fought and, truthfully, undeserved - in a 6 v 1 situation, only one of her pokemon managed to stand in the end ; a fight of dragon versus dragon, motivated to best a fallen god, breathtaking in all her divine glory, for the sake of protecting his trainer. as such, garchomp feels it is his duty to break the silence, a surprising submissiveness in his tone. 

            he   swore   he’d   never   run   away   again   ;   oh   ,   how   easily   he   breaks   that   promise   !   GUILT   &.   ANGER   create   a   discordant   melody   deep   in   the   marrow   of   his   soul   .   jaw   clenches   ,   teeth   grind   together   &.   the   only   reason   he   continues   to   dash   headlong   through   unfamiliar   scenery   is   the   ECHOING   HEARTACHE   of   his   separated   family   .   he   could   fight   without   them   ---      he’s   the   king   of   salt   ,   a   monster   that   not   even   demons   &.   vampires   can   fight   against   easily   ;   he   won’t   ,   though   .   not   this   time   .   not   when   he   feels   the   presence   of   his   enemy   chasing   him   ,   rather   than   shinoa   &.   mika   &.   the   rest   .

            yuichiro   plunges   into   darkness   ;   his   breath   comes   in   short   gasps   .   even   in   the   dimming   light   ,   the   boy   soldier   can   see   .   his   soul   no   longer   belongs   to   just   him   &.   with   the   help   of   his   inhumanity   ,   he   loses   himself   in   the   depths   of   the   cave   without   running   into   anything   .   when   he   does   slow   to   a   stop   ,   he   comes   to   lean   against   what   he   believes   is   a   wall   .   his   CHEST   ACHES   &.   his   HEART   BEATS   IMPOSSIBLY   loud   in   his   ears   .   each   breath   hurts   on   a   throat   raw   from   his   impossible   flight   .