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Long lashes frame red tinged eyes and at first people see glass. Fragile and quick to break, quick to cry, quick to concede. Something dances behind beautiful eyes and it sends goosebumps racing across the flesh. He is eloquence and lies they never quite catch. Carefully he eases from them what he wants. Information, money, favors. For the greater good. For the pokemon, for the people who do them good. All of it is for them.[break][break][break]

positive traits compassionate + empathetic + optimistic + tenacious + patient

negative traits reckless + no self preservation + manipulative + stubborn + secretive

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Things get lost. Things get lost especially easily with children whose minds flit from one thing to another, forgetting the past and focusing only on the present. You can't blame the child for losing something. Maybe they cried all night about it. Maybe they looked all over for it. You never know. You can't judge based only on the result. Not everyone cares for context, though.
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Things are lost easily to a child who can see the memories of the things he touches. He wears gloves to ease the chronic headaches it causes. He doesn't want to see the memories of the trees contained in his pencil, he just wants to do his homework. Sometimes, though, the gloves aren't enough. There's not enough leather between him and the resentment of the doll long lost in the bushes of rural Inferia. It penetrates him like a sharp knife plunged into his chest. It steals his breath, wraps its cold hands around his core and he shivers and bends under the weight. The wrath tears at his mind. Years spent waiting, hoping, only to teeth and claws dig into dirt stained fabric. Waiting and hating until sentience was gained and a broken bell seemed to rattle inside.
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Pokedex Entry #354

Banette (ghost)[break]
Banette generates energy for laying strong curses by sticking pins into its own body. This Pokémon was originally a pitiful plush doll that was thrown away.
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Claws dig sharp into him, but he doesn't let go. He can't stop crying. He can't stop seeing. His head feels like it's going to split and he doesn't know it, can't even hear himself, but words fall from his lips. Apologies, assurances. I'm gonna take care of you now. You don't have to be alone anymore. I'm so sorry this happened to you. Things are going to be better now. The broken bell rattles angrily until it tires itself out. He comes home bruised, bloodied, and beaten. His mother cleans him up while his father takes the banette to the pokemon center. He comes back with a pokeball and pushes it into little Taishu's tired hands, shaking still after another fit of crying. He's your responsibility now. You can't abandon him now. Not like everyone else has. Taishu nods fervently despite the weight and ache in his head. The motion makes him dizzy. [break][break]

It's hard to befriend something born of hatred, but he doesn't give up. Parents watch with the first aid kit open and ready. Taishu offers him poffins and Nihai takes good amounts of skin from Tai's hands when he snatches the poffins away. Bandages bloom red poppies while he again coaxes him near with the promise of food. Each encounter is less painful than the last, hands gentler and claws digging into more poffin than flesh.
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Nihai was hurt once, but Taishu works hard to ensure he doesn't have to be hurt again. He spends his time after school, after his homework is done, training him. Fists won't protect him from abandonment, they both know that, but Taishu assures him again and again that he's not leaving him. Fists will, however, protect him from people who wish to steal him from him. Team Rocket in Kanto or Galactic in Sinnoh, will they eventually come here?
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They do. Years later, they come and with them they bring untold destruction, the likes of which no other team across the world had achieved. They claim to fight for pokemon. They claim that because humans destroy the habitats of pokemon then they will destroy that of humans. They call themselves Team Imum and they carve a warpath through Lyeant. They run through Inferia as if it were nothing and granted, compared to their other targets, it was. Tai isn't there when they raze his hometown. His parents' town. He works sweet Jian Jiao ragged to fly home the moment he hears the news.

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He's home and he doesn't need to be a psychic to see the memories huddling among the still warm and bloodied bones of a town now lived in only by ghosts and shadows of time past. In a town so surrounded by nature, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind is somehow emphasizes the suffocating silence. He throws up when he sees the first corpses. He breaks down when he finds his parents. They're cold and stiffening, their colours faded and he can't deal with it. Nihai understands how it feels to be abandoned. He holds Tai's hand firmly as he cries.[break][break]

He digs them their graves in a spot he's sure they'd like. It's quiet and you can hear the fletchlings sing in the morning. He plants berries in the dirt of their graves.[break][break]

Things get lost. Things get lost especially easily with adults whose minds are burdened with their past, present, and future, juggling so much that it's hard to notice when something falls away. That's why he finds the Seers. They deal with the things that fall away. The ghosts clinging to the shadows of Before. They're angry and hurting, lashing out at those nearby. They drag people down into their depths, play too rough with them or drain the life from them, hoping to fill the ache. He forms the Seers to show these war scarred pokemon that there are other ways, better ways to fill the ache. They exist to show that they don't have to be alone. Things can be better. Things don't have to be bad.[break][break]

For a long time it's just him and his pokemon. It's several months before someone else decides to help him out.[break][break]

They build themselves up in the bones of Old Veherna. They're frightfully close to New Veherna, the home of some of Imum's most frightening figures, but Imum's gone now. The Pokemon Association controls the massive city and for a moment he feels a measure of safety from that, but it becomes apparent to him that they just don't care. Imum devastated the region, took so many lives and the association stands there and says that the best way to react now to not change anything. As if that won't create another team. As if countless others won't have to bury the stiff corpses of their parents with their own hands some time in the future because they decided for inaction. People are picking sides and he stares at the high walls of New Veherna and stands with the Republic.[break][break]

The Republic has such pretty ideals, but they attract rats who revel in violence, in the fight and in the taste of blood in their mouth and oh, does he so despise it. Clenched fists and gritting teeth, he watches as they tear new wounds in their precariously balanced world.[break][break]

Things get lost. Things get lost especially easily when they're violent, disrespectful little things. Things get lost suddenly and abruptly and oh, they always seem to be so quickly replaced.

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