TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
03.01
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01.28
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[attr="class","femme-text"] All he wanted was a simple day. That was Dylan's simple wish. [break][break]
Especially after a stressful day at work. One wouldn't think that being a librarian of all things would be stressful, but Dylan could easily prove people wrong. For one, it was still customer service. He still had to deal with the general public, which was difficult to do some days. There were days where Dylan gets the weirdest requests for books. Why did people assume that they had books that would turn people into Pokemon Masters? Or books that would show men how to hit a hole in one in golf? It was a unrealistic expectation. [break][break]
When Dylan got home, all he wanted was a nice cup of coffee and to sit in front of the TV for the rest of the night with a large pizza. It was a craving that Dylan didn't get often, but considering the day he had at work, a pizza treat was in order. He had placed the order in on the way home, so hopefully it'd be arriving soon. In the meantime, he searched around in the cabinet for some coffee.[break][break]
He started the water for the coffee maker and set the grounds in, leaning against the counter and sighing heavily as he waited for it to heat up. [break][break]
This is taking too long. A voice rang out against Dylan's skull. He winced and ran a hand down his face. [break][break]
"It's going to take a few minutes to warm up the water, you know." Dylan muttered. Legendaries were impatient. [break][break]
Humans need such trivial things to function. Moltres mused. If you want, I can provide you with the power to warm up the water faster.[break][break]
Dylan stared at the coffee maker in consideration. The water wasn't even steaming yet. Well, eventually he'd have to figure those powers out. Now would be a good time to practice. [break][break]
He took the pot out and held it in his hands, closing his eyes and focusing on releasing the warmth that was stored within him. And for a moment, it was working. Until the doorbell rang and he lost his focus. [break][break]
Broken out of his trace like state, Dylan jumped and nearly dropped the coffee pot. The fire that was in the palm of his hand flared wildly, throwing him into a panic. He juggled the pot and slid it back onto the counter, but the fire didn't dwindle. Instead, it spread to the counter. Then the cabinets. And then the floor. [break][break]
Dyaln stared with wide eyes at what he had done, and slowly backed away out of the kitchen. The smoke started to rise, and once it hit the ceiling, the fire alarm started to blast. Sprinklers then were set off, pouring water over the rapidly spreading fire. And in a pure state of panic and confusion, Dylan had the brilliant idea to make a break for it.[break][break]
He bolted to the door, ignoring the protests from Moltres in his head, and swung the door open with all his might. "I'm never listening to you again!" Dylan exclaimed. He didn't bother to look out, and jolted forward. Unfortunately, a person stopped him from going any further, and he couldn't stop himself in time to prevent the colision. [break][break]
this post is all over the place, but i promise they'll be a little more cohesive as this thread progresses. X'D
If the life of a librarian was a troublesome one, filled to the brim with customers asking for more than could be given and harassing the poor soul behind the counter who could only claim “I just work here” in protest – okay, yes, delivery work was still an improvement over that. At best, Frieda was likely to get a whole five dollars a tip for her (notably underpaid) work, and at worst, she'd be rewarded with awkward and stifling silence from the denizen of the home she visited who just wanted to get the package transaction done and over with. Fair enough. That certainly made two of them. The longer she dawdled in any one place was less time she could put toward tracking down Lyeant's most wanted criminal on her own time, and if curt, but not foul customers were the worst thing this line of work was going to put her through, she definitely take it over customer service any day.
What hadn't been in the job description, however, at least not for this particular pizza delivery, was the chance of the stranger who'd placed in the order fleeing from his home as a panicked criminal may have fled from their own crime scene, smoke and fanfare trailing after him as he ran, a curse of “I'm never listening to you again!” falling from his lips, and his course aimed directly for - “Oof!” … Her. Directly for her. There had been just enough visual forewarning, thankfully, for her to maneuver her body just enough to protect her precious cargo from going skyward (most customers would have blamed her for an aerial pizza, even if she hadn't been the one tearing out of their own apartment like a maniac), but the food's well being came at the cost of her own, and the red head found herself knocked flat on her rear end as a result. “Hey, watch where you're going, idiot -” she hissed. The temptation to go on was strong – what sort of nimrod goes running around indoors like that or you could have seriously hurt someone or you actually seriously hurt my butt, wow – but when crimson hues found themselves flashing to the door that the fleeing man had exited from, she discovered not one, but two things that quickly quelled that. For one thing, this was the customer her pizza was supposed to be going to, and calling him an “idiot” or anything of the like had probably robbed her entirely of the chance for a well-coveted. For another: was that fire?
“Oh, Distortion World.”
Sure enough, flames stronger than what the measly little sprinkler system inside his apartment could douse roared from within his kitchen, barely visible from her vantage point, but powerful enough to teach a person fear without seeing the brunt of it. At this rate, the whole apartment, maybe even the whole apartment building could go down in flames (that was an exaggeration, she'd learn in hindsight, but hindsight couldn't stop present tense panic) if nothing was done about it. Even if they called the fire department now, there was a chance it would be too late – and leave it to her to be an ice-type specialist when they were in desperate need of quality water-type move to extinguish the inferno. Gee, Frieda, couldn't even teach one of 'em Surf? Arceus, I'm such a moron. The options they had were few, the best for her own personal interests was to run, but when one dreamt of future heroism, they had to take steps toward it in the moment. There was something she could do – maybe – and the moment the thought occurred to her, there was no way she was going to be able to brush it off without giving it a try. Not without regretting it later, anyway.
“Okay, okay, calm down -” the trainer said in a voice that very much betrayed any idea of her calming down any time soon. “I – might be able to handle this. Um. Don't freak out, okay?”
Right. Right? She had the spirit of a legendary inside of her, for the legendaries' sakes, and a fire-type one at that. How many times had she accidentally set off a fire using its Flames of Life just like this before? An embarrassing amount, that was for certain, and she'd certainly had better luck starting them than stopping them. Oh, Entei: please help! she thought in desperation before focusing all of her effort on the fire she could still just barely see. The memory of how it felt to set things ablaze was still fresh in her mind, something impossible to forget; if she could just feel it in reverse, maybe, assuming that was even possible, then she should have been able to... Ah, yes! There it went: the tell-tale flicker of a candle wick's flame struggling beneath the wind of an extinguishing breath, amplified to apply to a fire much larger than that of a lowly candle. If she could only amplify that, do it again with a bit more strength, she could probably put the whole thing out with nothing but sheer force of mind. It was working – it was working –
It wasn't. If anything, in that moment, the flames roared even higher, even brighter, even hotter, rivalling only the internal screaming audible to no one but herself.
[attr="class","femme-tag"] NOTES: TAKE TWO OF SAVE THESE DORKS
[attr="class","femme-text"] The collision threw Dylan off balance, and he ended up on the floor with the stranger too. He flailed a little bit before gathering his balance, turning around quickly on his feet and looking at the person he ran into. "I"m sorry! Didn't mean to knock you over!" He said. It didn't mean much in this moment probably, but it was the only thing Dylan could think of. [break][break] The stranger he ran into was a young woman, who yelled at him for being a idiot. She was holding a pizza box in one hand, which definitely looked roughed up from the fall. Oh. Oh. He ran into the delivery girl. Great, he was pretty sure that was a ban from the pizza company or something. Or a lawsuit. Something like that. He'd figure that out later. [break][break] It didn't take long for the girl to realize what Dylan was running from. She turned around and muttered something under her breath. Once Dylan was up on his feet, he motioned for the girl to follow him down the hall. "Come on, we need to get out of here, and fast." Dylan said, urgency was rising in his voice. He swore he heard sirens in the distance. Or it was the ringing in his ears. Between that and the tugging sensation in his gut, he couldn't tell whether or not he was having a panic attack or not. Moltres urged him to go on alone without her, she was just some stranger. But Dylan couldn't just leave her there. Also, he ran into her, he felt bad. The least he could do was try and get them both out. [break][break] However, the girl didn't budge. Well, she did move, but not away from the fire. “I – might be able to handle this. Um. Don't freak out, okay?” Was all she said. And Dylan couldn't help but stare at the girl and blink in confusion. Don't freak out? Well, too late for that one. But what could she do? Maybe she had a Water type Pokemon on her or something. [break][break] She didn't. Instead, the girl turned around and seemed to focus on the flames. Dylan paused and hesitated in his steps. He looked between her, the flame, then back at her, as if staring would help him figure out what she was doing. Was she going to throw out a Pokemon? From the looks of it, no. Once more, he stared at the flames and opened his mouth to say something but paused. For a split second, he thought he saw the flames falter. And then there was that tugging sensation in his gut again. But as soon as the flames faltered, they flared up again and became even bigger. He could feel the heat rush over his face. [break][break] “Okay, better idea. Run!” [break][break] Dyaln didn't need to be told twice. Without thinking, he reached for the girl's hand and tried to grab it, running off down the hall with her hopefully in tow. He burst through the staircase's doorway and started jogging down the stairs. He yelled over the sounds of his - and hopefully her's - footsteps hitting the cement. "I'm sorry about this. It's my fault. Sort of. Well, it's mostly his - I think it's a he? - he said he'd help and it didn't really help it made it worse." It was a non-sense ramble. But Dylan just needed to get it out there. He needed to voice his feelings to someone that wasn't Moltres. Hopefully she wouldn't think he was a complete psychopath. [break][break]
