Uncontrollable

[hugh]

hands of time

DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON

It's amazing, how angry someone could be. So angry that it no longer feels real, that life is simply like walking in a dream, sometimes you have to wake up. Hugh hates the days when he is not thinking back on the past, when he's not fueling his anger and rage on all the bad that had happened in his life, on all the terrors he has seen. He hates them still, did you know that? Even now he still hates Plasma, they're no longer around, dispersed and died, rotten in a far away memory the moment this war started.Hugh didn't know why he was fighting anymore, he just knew that he couldn't be without his hatred and anger, though sometimes he just wanted it to fade away, he was afraid of figuring out what he would be without it. He hasn't been without anger in nearly eight(or maybe it nine, was it nine?) years now. It was all he knew.

Maybe he should have looked at this war as a time to start over, to fight with an idea that wasn't sickened and morphed by his own hatred for what life has done to him. Perhaps he could have been better than he was now, because right now he was walking through streets and seeing people on either side dying and all he could think about and feel was regret but once he turns away that regret will fade, it always has an it always will. He wasn't good with words, he wasn't good with emotion that was light and happy, he couldn't remember the last time he smiled for real. Wait.

Yes he could.

It was when he found Liepard, when he recognized it as his little sisters old Purrloin, the smile disappeared though, at the hatred and anger she reflected back at him.

Blaming him. It was all his fault after all, if he had been stronger he would have been able to fight, would have been able to protect his sister and wouldn't have turned out like this. The Liepard was him, full of such hatred and anger at the world and at him and at everything that had created her to be the way she was, he could still feel the painful claw markings on his skin from her.

'weak' The words were in his head, but he didn't let that get him down, he walked with high steps, with pride, with a strength that was given to him merely by pride alone. He's never let anyone see him weak, he'd die before he admitted that he just wasn't strong enough. He looked at the wounded, and felt the stirring of sadness, of reality of war, it was hard hit but he was passionate about this fight, these men and women and Pokemon who have all lost so much, and Hugh couldn't think of a side he belonged more in. Boure was angry at the League, angry that they couldn't be protected properly, and the League was someone who Hugh could blame without having to point the fingers at himself.

Hugh walked before stopping in the street, no one was really walking anywhere anyways, there were too many people to take care of to think about anything, too many wounded to heal and people to save, too many Pokemon to bury. He shivered at the thought, he once viewed his Pokemon as weapons, tools to make himself stronger, but now...he couldn't imagine his life without them, their support meant everything to him and he couldn't imagine anyone being without them.

This war was terrible, but he liked the fact that it helped to fuel the uncontrollable anger inside of him. What would he be without this passion? He ran a hand through his spiked hair, glancing around maybe for a familiar face, though he prayed not too familiar, this was where the wounded lay after all.

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CALEM DUKE steven stone

First post, so getting used to the character. (:

deltra of gangnam style

[CALEM DUKE]

His original home town, Santalune City. Oh how his mother would cry if she found him here. This was where the initial accident had been. The accident that his father had been in. He peered around the town square, completely serious. god... What had the Pokemon world come to? War... He remembered being a trainer. Getting his Froakie for the first time and starting off in a race against time, against his friends. Where ever they were now they weren't here. 

But why was he in Santalune city again? He wasn't hurt was he? Not in the slightest. At least not physically. He quickly adjusted his blue sweatshirt. The one that his mother had given to him. The one that he would never take off. Along with the hat and glasses. These reminded him of his parents and how they were with him always. Even if they were under lockdown. With him locked out. 

Why was he in Santalune City? Because, he was alone. Which did not suit him at all. He couldn't find the others. Couldn't find Selena. Not even a trace of her. 

There was a small meow beside him and he looked down to see his flareon, Pyro,  rubbing up against his leg. Obviously attempting to cheer him up. Usually he was pretty stubborn, but usually Calem wasn't depressing. In response he laughed and picked his companion up to hold him in his arms. He took one last glance at the people laying around, being helped out in the town square because the hospital was too small to hold all of them. People from Kopec, Boure, and Zemina were here. All working together to heal and lift each other up. This war was pretty ridiculous in the mind of Calem Duke. It locked up his mother and father, held him on the leash like a dog by the Elite, and held those prisoners to their own anger. It made him sad. 

"C'mon Pyro, lets get back out there huh? Maybe we could find Serena? Or... Or we could go on another mission for Zemina. I'm kinda bored just looking around-- oof!"

With that both Pyro and Calem ran into another human being, knocking at least himself to the ground, him holding Pyro in a protective form as he hit the ground. "Ah..." He looked up at the other person apologetically. "Oh... opps... I'm sorry." He said as he picked himself up and set Pyro back on the ground beside himself so he could dust his pants off.

steven stone, hugh, lol same here so don't worry about it. XD First posts always suck.

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[steven stone]

The Kalos Region had lost its splendor. The more that he'd found himself venturing through the many landmarks and routes, throughout a few of the cities, he could see how war torn the region was. How.. hurt the pokémon were in all of this. They were the victims in the end, not the humans that waged the war. Human beings brought death and pain on themselves, and so his arrival to Santalune City did not incite feelings of pain or sadness for them. The result of people needing healing is the after effects of this war, and so are the burials of their pokémon. It was a harsh reality in the end, but the ex-champion had come to terms with the fact that this was the way that the war was going to go until someone took a stand in a positive direction. There were times that Steven wanted to believe that Kopec was the group to do that, but even he doubted the cause of the organisation and the direction that it was going. Effective action was what was needed, what was required.. and immediately so. As he meandered down the streets of Santalune, he stopped with his silver briefcase in tow. Ring clad fingers clasped the handle tightly as he took in the sight of those around him. This had to have been one of the most peaceful cities he's visited since coming to the Kalos region, nevermind the fact that he was certain that half of the people here were either Zemina radicals or Boure radicals. When he thought about the names of each group, a bad taste came to his mouth. Prepared to simply pass through, his eyes traveled to a young man in the center of the street with a certain look of tension upon his face. The look was one that bordered on anger and contempt, and Steven could only assume that it was what the war had done to him. Taking a step forward to approach him, he stopped the moment that he'd saw another young man moving himself into a direction collision with the other boy, and from the outside he simply observed when it happened and the young male with the Flareon toppled over and into the ground. Inwardly, Steven winced, but it was not something that he had time to think on for too long. The moment the boy was on his feet dusting himself off, he took note of the Key Stone around his wrist and his steel blue eyes immediately honed in on it. It was rare that he'd seen people with these mysterious stones that allowed pokémon to transcend their final evolution, and this was what the core of his research was about. He was searching for the origin of power behind the mysterious stones that linked the hearts of pokémon and trainer. He needed to know. Taking a step forward in the direction of the two young men, Steven approached quietly and albeit at a slow pace. He wasn't exactly sure how the other male, the one with so much anger, would react to the other bumping into him. In the by chance that things would spiral out of control, the ex-champion of Hoenn kept his distance for the time being to simply observe. He'd approach the other about his Key Stone when the moment was right. ----

-tag- hugh CALEM DUKE -notes- so i wasn't sure who the bumping into was for? so i just assumed calem bumped into hugh. c:

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[hugh]

hands of time

DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON

He wasn't expecting to meet anyone, much less anyone he may have recognized from times when things were a bit less...dreary. Of course it was never not very dreary for him, but before the world was little more than a battleground and destroying homes was sometimes the job. He didn't know sometimes, how one tells the difference from a Boure or Zemina or even a Kopec, was there a badge to display that he didn't know of? A uniform he didn't wear? Hugh didn't know but everyone seemed to know, so when he was bumped into it wasn't an assuming of this guy was a Boure, a Zemina, or even a Kopec. It was just the fact that a guy bumped into him, hard enough to knock them both clear on the ground, causing Hugh to grunt in slight annoyance.

The guy apologized, Hugh barely spared much of a glance until he had gotten himself off the ground and rubbed his hands together a bit to get rid of the dust on them.

"Just try and watch where you're goin' next time."

He grumbled out, in his own way it was sort of a 'don't worry about it' but he was never one to express himself in the best manner so of course he was awkward when forgiving someone. He finally gave the guy a look and blinked, looking surprised at who it was, he's seen this face on the news before the war and a little bit after, it was Calem, he was a League Champion, and one Zemina had proudly declared was still fighting for the League. He froze, unsure on how he should present himself right now, should he act as if he knows who he was? Should he fight him? No...there were too many injured and hurt around and fighting in such a populated around would for sure get him in trouble. Seeing, and knowing, someone on the enemy side, it was weird and a little bit more real. You're supposed to act like everyone you're fighting is an enemy.

Hugh has successfully been thinking of Plasma, everyone Plasma, everyone against him and his Pokemon and his own family.

But this guy, Calem he had fought the bad guys, had fought against the destruction of everyone that Flare had tried to bring about. It was hard to view someone as evil when they had done something so worthwhile to everyone, only for the world to turn around and fight once again. Hugh has chosen this way of life, gladly accepted it as his only reality, he fidgeted a bit, hands now fiddling a little as if he was taken between just walking the other way or introducing himself. He was furious with himself for even trying to say something, to make it known to the enemy of his name and everything else. It was a terrible idea, he shouldn't humanize anyone he has the possibility to face in battle.

When had Pokemon battling become something he feared?

He used to look forward to every battle, to facing off against his best friends in a test for strength and laugh it off when he lost or when they did. It used to be fun, now it had the chance of hurting his teammates in ways that they couldn't come back from. It had a chance to take a real human life, he's never killed anyone, never had been the cause of a Pokemons death. He was scared at the same time as he was angry but he always fought, he had ideals of a life where people didn't have to be afraid of leaving their home and Boure promised that, Boure promised to change everything for the better and they had all the dreams he wanted to make a reality.

War means sacrifice. War means staying indifferent.

"My name's Hugh. You're....Calem right? Kalos' Champion."

Screw indifference. Hugh's gaze was drawn to someone else who seemed to be staring, his eyes narrowing just a bit in suspicion.

"If you're just gonna stare you can come over and have a conversation too."

Needless to say he didn't really know who he was talking to like that, he figured it was just some nosy bystander who would leave when he was pointed out, like most people would.

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CALEM DUKE steven stone

Nothing to say really.

deltra of gangnam style

[CALEM DUKE]

He was checking out Pyro, just to make sure that he wasn't hurt from the fall. He wasn't SO naive that he would forget his pokemon had fallen as well. But Calem was one who was very close to all of his pokemon, even those who were not his starter, like Kunai. But he had just finished checking the little flareon when he heard a familiar voice. Well... At least he thought it was familiar. But he couldn't tell so he didn't react. It wasn't something that he could just place to a face in his head.

It wasn't until he actually looked up at the person he had bumped into when he had realized who it was. Perhaps, because they had been on a mission so similar at such a close time period, Calem hadn't realized until now how much he had watched the events of the other heroes having fought against Team Plasma. But now that he faces one of them he couldn't stop his reaction. Nope. It was almost impossible for that. 

First things first, a gasp escaped his lips and he took a step back. His eyes widened in something that was the mix between shock and excitement. Once started, there was no turning back for Calem, and so this behavior continued. 

"Omg... Its you! Hugh.. right? Hugh Matis? I've watched you on the news! You, Nate, and Rosa! On the news, in the paper! I mean seriously? What are the chances that two journeys happen at the same time against plasma as well as becoming champion! I mean you didn't become champion, Nate did, but it doesn't matter! Because I think you were a brilliant fighter to go against Plasma like that! I mean I didn't get to see it personally obviously, since it's pretty impossible to get stuff like that on camera. But its kinda funny how much people follow you after you take on a team like that huh?" 

Then he stopped himself and realized that he was rambling. He did kinda look funny with his mouth open and his expression as confused as it was shocked. He wasn't quite sure why he was so excited except for the fact that it was mainly just his personality that allowed himself to be so. But he stood straight and shook his head, a good natured smile still left on his lips. "I'm sorry about my big mouth. That was pretty uncalled for. Yeah, I'm Calem. Calem Duke, nice to meet you. Can't say you seem the same way though. You look a little bit uncomfortable to say the least." 

As the black spiked haired male pointed out someone who was watching them from a distance Calem couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and glance in the guy's direction. It was pretty interesting that Hugh had known about the guy. He was kind of sad to say that he wasn't as observant, unfortunately, when it came to one of his passion speeches. He was a glad that Hugh had noticed though. 

"Yeah stranger. Come converse with us!" Of course, Calem's call was much warmer in tone, but Calem wasn't an idiot. He was just a little passionate. He wasn't about to just turn his eyes away from the man because of his appearance. Calem could be cautious when he wanted to be, especially since they were in the middle of a war.

steven stone, hugh, mer... Sorry that took so long. 

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[steven stone]

Steven took a moment to analyze the interactions between the two males. From his vantage point some ways away, he was half expecting there to be a fight. The city seemed to draw in people who had been a victim of some sort of incident with the war, or were part of some sort of disaster to help better a side. These two young men infront of him didn't seem to be any different, and as each adjusted themselves or checked on their companion, Steven's shoulders fell in relief when he realized that there would not be any misplaced aggression from a simple incident. When the brown haired male started going off into a tangent of words it appeared like, the ex-champion turned to grab his silver briefcase from the ground, and as he turned on his heels he quietly pondered on how in the days of old that could have been grounds for a pokémon battle. Two pokémon trainers running into one another, making direct eye contact. Friendly rivalry if anything. He didn't suspect that the war had tarnished that idea. Now, fighting was done with hatred.. it incited bloodshed for both trainer and pokémon. When he'd heard someone call out to him, he turned to look over his shoulder to take note of the darker haired male narrowing his eyes in his direction. There was some distrust in his tone of voice that Steven had picked up on, but it was to be suspected. He understood how suspicious he looked watching the two of them from a distance. The other male's voice caught his attention as well, beckoning him, but there was a warm undertone to his dulcets that was distinctively different from the other. It was a sign of the path that the two of them had growing up more than likely. Steven had seen and met quite a few pokémon trainers in his day and time. As a former champion of Hoenn, he faced many of them as well in battle. Everyone had a story, everyone had gone through something, and it shaped them to this very day. One of them had likely held walked a darker path than the other. Night and Day. Of course, his assumptions were preconceived.. but his thoughts were usually spot on. Offering the two of them a two finger wave, rings shining beneath the natural lighting of Santalune, he began to make his way in their direction with his briefcase in tow. He was, perhaps, one of the only ones who didn't appear as if he was war torn which could have been viewed as strange. He showed no signs of someone who took part in the war on the front lines. His button up, vest, red sash, and dark slacks were all in perfect condition. Once he was a couple of feet away from the two guys now, both just infront of him in perfect sight, he offered them both a half-hearted smile. It was harmless, really. “My apologies for staring. I was simply drawn to his Key Stone.” And it was the only thing that he'd pointed out after setting his briefcase down once again, his right hand lifting to point in the direction of the stone that was located around the brown haired boy's wrist in a bangle of some sort. His smile only faultered barely, but briefly he let his eyes linger on the boy in possession of the key stone. “I'm here in the Kalos region doing a little research on Mega Evolution. My name is Steven Stone..” His final words as he craned his head to the side and cast a glance between the two of them. Of course, he wasn't exactly sure how they would respond to him being a foreigner in a region they were both used to clearly. Regardless, he remained silent after introducing himself, his steel gaze traveling in the direction of the denizens of the city that were still walking the streets with barely any energy to call their own. ----

-tag- hugh CALEM DUKE -notes- c:

MADE BY VEL OF GS