@renegaied
Grovyle was... lost.
Both in a general sense and when it came to his current predicament.
It was almost ridiculous you see, but he’s come to see how much structure he’s had all his life while the world around him was suffocating in chaos. He’s had something to turn his whole focus on for as long as he’s been able to remember; first it was survival. He had to survive. Then he needed to get the time gears, needed to save the future.
{ fight for the future, fight for hope, fight for meaning. Always fighting }
Then he’d die.
He would be lying if he said he’d never wished to see the future he was fighting for, to help Celebi get to see it like he did when he went to the past. It was only fair-!
Yet there he was.
Somehow turned human, one whose only companion was an Staravia who was as lonely as he was { they had each other, but she could leave. He didn’t think he’d ever be ready to ‘own’ pokemon }. A human who was currently waiting a summer lightning storm under a small natural-made rock shelter.
It had been going for long enough that his eyes were closed, sitting down on the floor as his head rested back against a wall, long hair messily sprawled around. It was... peaceful, for the circumstances
“ ... ! “
Until his pokemon pecked him hard enough for them to fly open in outrage before he saw a girl rushing to hide with them.
“ Oh! Are you okay? Did you get hit anywhere? ”
