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?
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Staring into the center of the vast crater conjured nausea. A sight like this seemed unreal, like magic, and Tyson could simultaneously believe and doubt the existence of what had been, and what was now.[break][break]
Where once was life was a sickening stillness. Tyson could feel it. He breathed in the chilled air, felt it fill his addled lungs with an emptiness that trembled his knees. He wondered if he shook enough for the now buried city of Cestavira to sense.[break][break]
Here, Tyson dutifully came several times a week. Carrying a pail of water and a couple of sponges, he washed the incomplete memorial, dabbing away at each collection of dust and grime that grew in each corner and edge. His Heracross helped too, squeaking away with his sponge before squeezing it clean.[break][break]
Tyson sensed someone nearby, perhaps hearing their footsteps, or tapping into some fantastical psychic link; in the solitude here, it would be easy know that you weren't alone. Without looking back, he said:[break][break]
"Here to help out? There's an extra sponge here." Tyson said, "Construction's been delayed a bit, but it doesn't mean the Association's going to forget about this place."[break][break]
yo, shiv! i went ahead and posted this under the assumption that, as two pre-imum war gym leaders they'd maybe know each other - or at least have heard of each other and had a vague idea of what the other was all about. hope you don't mind my hopping into your thread. <3
[attr="class","athaliapostmid2"]I WILL BREAK DOWN THE GATES OF HEAVEN[break]A THOUSAND ANGELS STAND WAITING FOR ME
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Upon hearing of the early construction of a much deserved memorial in one of few places that spoke of destruction but could be built on without too much grief, many of Athalia's acquaintances, congregation and fellow League members alike, had made a point to poke their heads in and see just what the Association planned to do with it. Unsurprisingly. Curiosity did tend to get the better of people, and when it revolved around one of few key signs that Imum was finally dead and gone, it would be more surprising to find a person avoiding the place outright. As such, it was also unsurprising that those acquaintances were quite upset to find out about her own personal aversion to the place, right from the very beginning. They'd get to be more understanding when she explained that she didn't care to see an unfinished memorial in a empty place that spoke of fresh destruction – it would only look like more destruction still in her eyes. The fact that the Association had to flee the site in order to deal with political out lash from both the power hungry and self-proclaimed “righteous ones” only made it all the more avoidable. Even the youth enslaved to rebellion should have known better than to desecrate a reminder of their survival in the face of genocide and all of the ones who were not so fortunate, but the idea that they'd come at the poor thing with paint or spray cans still haunted her mind. Drunks using it as a Poochyena did a fire hydrant in cartoons. Children hitting it with their wooden swords. No one was allowed to be positioned out there to keep an eye on it, and anyone could do with it as they pleased with no one around to watch. It disgusted her. Too much to bare to have to see first hand. And yet when reports came in, it wasn't of someone defecating over poor unfinished statue – it was of how clean it looked, almost as though someone had painstakingly scrubbed down each and every crevice in the stone. And it didn't happen just once. Oh, no. On what appeared to be a weakly basis, the memorial came out looking clean and freshly polished (even if chances were that it was only being washed down with water), what could have been as easily one man's fight or a whole group's conquest over nature's filthy ways.[break][break]
As much as she hated to admit it, curiosity was getting the best of her, now, too, and fight as she might, it wasn't long before she was breaking her own personal rule.[break][break]
The World's End looked just as unflattering now as when the gym leader had seen it the first time. It was some wonder how she could remember its visage at all, fresh as the destruction of her home and her church in Inferia Town were at the time. (Gym leaders had been urged into Eirenhyre, closest to the Association, following the destruction of their cities. It was supposed to be a protective measure; instead, it only felt like shame. Only those who had failed to save their people walked that distance. Fly as she may have, Athalia counted every painful step.) Some part of her expected the darned thing to be located directly centered in the crater this place was known for, but alas, despite the lack of things to really look at here, it still took a bit of scanning to finally find what – and who – she was looking for to her right, sitting daintily on the cusp of the ground's sagging. And sure enough, there was the culprit himself, armed with nothing but buckets of water and a handful of sponges. In hindsight, she shouldn't have all been surprised by the figure she saw there. If there was anyone who was going to go about such a task alone, she supposed it would have to be him.[break][break]
“Here to help out?” Tyson said at the sound of her arrival, not even bothering to turn back and look at her as he asked. Presumptuous was the first word that came to mind, but she bit it back on her tongue. Athalia held no ill will toward her fellow gym leader, nor would scathing comments accomplish anything. She had to remember that – she had to remember that. “There's an extra sponge here. Construction's been delayed a bit, but it doesn't mean the Association's going to forget about this place.” She scoffed a bit to herself, moving to stand in his periphery rather than behind him, and said a little too flatly, “They couldn't if they tried.” Bending to pick up the aforementioned “extra sponge” but making no immediate move to assist, she added, “I was wondering who was doing this, but now that I'm here, I can't say I'm surprised to see that it's you. If half the people in this region had your dedication, Tyson, construction wouldn't have had to be delayed at all.” Pausing for no more than a few seconds longer, she found herself descending fully to his level with a sigh, crouching as to keep fine, tailored cloth away from the filth on the ground and reaching to wet the sponge in hand. “I know you offered, but I hope you still don't mind the company now that you know who it is.”
[attr="class","athaliapostlyrics2"]TAKE MY HEART AND I'LL LAY DOWN MY WEAPONS - BREAK MY SHACKLES TO SET ME FREE
tyson lifted a brow, sensing athalia's wispy company first, before it announced itself in the corner of his eye. oh arceus, a familiar face; the religious gym leader had graced him with her presence. he fancied religion once, attending services when he could. once or twice he had been present at one of athalia's services. tyson could never forget her saintly air, so welcoming yet distant, like a fog just out of reach.[break][break]
but after ishya, he wasn't sure if he wanted to worship a god so unfeeling, so oblivious to the pains of his people. he wasn't sure, he wasn't sure.[break][break]
"They couldn't if they tried."[break][break]
tyson's busy hand stopped moving at her voice, and he peered over to face his visitor. "Well, it seems like they're trying their damnedest." He squeezed his sponge dry, and tossed it into the pail.
the bug trainer appreciated the compliment, but his weary posture was designed with skeptic angles. "Are you here to take me back to Eirenhyre?" Tyson scoffed, "You know I can't stand being there for too long."[break][break]
He picked up the floating sponge from the pail, squeezed it heartily and began scrubbing away once more. rocky, his heracross greeted the normal-type gym leader with a cheery chirp before joining his trainer.[break][break]
"Any company's good company here." Tyson said, "How're you faring? Has Arceus said anything about this yet?" He tilted his head toward the crater, echoed Athalia's sigh.[break][break]
notes: omggg thank you for joining and that's fine!! we can make up/build their past as we go along! I AM COMPLETELY DOWN TO IMPROVISE and to ADD ON TOP OF YOUR IDEAS. <3
