Post by gold on Oct 31, 2014 3:28:51 GMT
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tamara
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i hope this is understandable! tl;dr gold gets overwhelmed by an ambush & sends his crobat to get reinforcements
tamara
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i hope this is understandable! tl;dr gold gets overwhelmed by an ambush & sends his crobat to get reinforcements
Rumor had it they came by means of water. It wasn't surprising - after all, new bark town was infamous for its access to kanto, an 'easier' alternative for those that wished to travel rather than challenge the league itself. To know that his hometown was so close to the indigo league often baffled and excited him at the same time - back then, he'd been reckless, clueless, oblivious to the geography of a region he'd lived in his entire life. Not that it would have mattered much to begin with. Everybody knew that challengers of the league needed all eight badges to pass.
It was as if time had rewound to five years ago, regressed him back into the child who forgot to buy potions at the mart, healed only on the brink of exhaustion and refused to backtrack, no matter what. 'Prove yourself worthy' - it was a challenge, a declaration reminiscent of Falkner before he'd rushed in with Flare at half health and a single potion on hand, spoils of one recent encounter with Silver that had gone down to the wire. And he, like back then, rushed to accept that challenge by any means, never pausing once to think about the consequences.
As a child, mistakes were often beneficial - welcome, even. They manifested as obstacles that could only be bypassed with getting stronger, always gave him somewhere higher to aim for and eventually surpass. Being king changed everything he had known to be truth before, twisted them and forced reality onto the ideals of an ignorant, naive child - where there was one now stood many, the fate of a mass that hinged on decisions that a single leader made. Gold bit his lip, recalling the words of encouragement he'd exchanged with a group of troops mere moments before heading into the field. Kings didn't go back on their words. They couldn't afford to shatter the already-fragile faith that bound their followers together.
(After all, what's a king to a nonbeliever?)
Converging the troops of two regions was logical, reasonable and strategical in every way imaginable. There was no plausible reason as to why he hadn't seen it coming, why he hadn't warned his troops beforehand, why he hadn't prepared a back-up plan just in case. People weren't like pokemon. They didn't come back after they died.
Rumor was that they came by water. Gold stared out into the ocean, distinctly aware of pokemon grappling with each other in his peripheral vision underneath the silhouette of a bird, rapidly disappearing into the distance. "Hey!" He barked - beside him, Flare lifted up its head and roared in affirmation, the flames on its back flickering furiously in the dim glow of sunrise. "C'm over here, I'll take you all down." To his right, a machamp was gradually overpowering an ampharos - Flare narrowed its eyes, tucking its head underneath its paws as the flames began to grow and fume, spinning faster and faster until the ground below blackened with soot and ash. Gold jerked his head and the flames surged forward, bowling over the machamp as a mienfoo took its place, almost instantaneously.
Deep in the pockets of his pants, the red and white spheres wobbled furiously, bouncing into one another with mixed emotions of frustation and anticipation. One - towards the middle, two from the right - remained eerily silent, the pale red glow that illuminated the center of the sphere absent.
Hurry, hurry, the countdown in his screamed. Gold narrowed his eyes and listened for sounds of flapping wings, even as flames met ocean waters and spiraled up into smoke.
It was as if time had rewound to five years ago, regressed him back into the child who forgot to buy potions at the mart, healed only on the brink of exhaustion and refused to backtrack, no matter what. 'Prove yourself worthy' - it was a challenge, a declaration reminiscent of Falkner before he'd rushed in with Flare at half health and a single potion on hand, spoils of one recent encounter with Silver that had gone down to the wire. And he, like back then, rushed to accept that challenge by any means, never pausing once to think about the consequences.
As a child, mistakes were often beneficial - welcome, even. They manifested as obstacles that could only be bypassed with getting stronger, always gave him somewhere higher to aim for and eventually surpass. Being king changed everything he had known to be truth before, twisted them and forced reality onto the ideals of an ignorant, naive child - where there was one now stood many, the fate of a mass that hinged on decisions that a single leader made. Gold bit his lip, recalling the words of encouragement he'd exchanged with a group of troops mere moments before heading into the field. Kings didn't go back on their words. They couldn't afford to shatter the already-fragile faith that bound their followers together.
(After all, what's a king to a nonbeliever?)
Converging the troops of two regions was logical, reasonable and strategical in every way imaginable. There was no plausible reason as to why he hadn't seen it coming, why he hadn't warned his troops beforehand, why he hadn't prepared a back-up plan just in case. People weren't like pokemon. They didn't come back after they died.
Rumor was that they came by water. Gold stared out into the ocean, distinctly aware of pokemon grappling with each other in his peripheral vision underneath the silhouette of a bird, rapidly disappearing into the distance. "Hey!" He barked - beside him, Flare lifted up its head and roared in affirmation, the flames on its back flickering furiously in the dim glow of sunrise. "C'm over here, I'll take you all down." To his right, a machamp was gradually overpowering an ampharos - Flare narrowed its eyes, tucking its head underneath its paws as the flames began to grow and fume, spinning faster and faster until the ground below blackened with soot and ash. Gold jerked his head and the flames surged forward, bowling over the machamp as a mienfoo took its place, almost instantaneously.
Deep in the pockets of his pants, the red and white spheres wobbled furiously, bouncing into one another with mixed emotions of frustation and anticipation. One - towards the middle, two from the right - remained eerily silent, the pale red glow that illuminated the center of the sphere absent.
Hurry, hurry, the countdown in his screamed. Gold narrowed his eyes and listened for sounds of flapping wings, even as flames met ocean waters and spiraled up into smoke.
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