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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Post by Walker DuVall on Feb 15, 2017 20:01:00 GMT -6
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[attr="class","exhausted"]I sold your rope for a bucket of lemon peels now suck it.
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❝
You can’t run so you must hide You won’t make it back this time
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Walker hated airplanes. They didn't have a good reason for it, especially since they themselves could fly on their own. They just hated them. Or that's what they told themselves as the bus bounced along towards Goldenrod City. They told themselves they were anxious about flying in a hunk of metal and not, in fact, anxious about seeing Daniel again. It'd been over two years now, hadn't it? They scrunched their brows and looked away from the view flashing through the bus windows and back at their pokegear. They'd been fiddling it for most of the ride, either staring at Daniel's contact info or starting a text message only to erase it, start again, give up, and go back to it. It'd been over two years since they'd spoken. They'd left without a word and didn't respond to any of Daniel's attempts to contact them. Eventually, Daniel just stopped and it had been radio silence between them for over a year now. They wondered, were they even still a contact in their pokegear? They couldn't blame him if they weren't. You could hardly call their relationship a friendship anymore. Still, Walker needed to talk to him. They were going to talk to him because they'd been avoiding it long enough. It'd been eating at them long enough, festering and tearing them apart from the inside out. They could've called or texted. They could've done anything. Anything would've been better than nothing.
Well, now was the time for anything, right? Just commit and take the leap. It felt like someone was wrapping their fingers tight around their throat, bu they deleted the draft that had been sitting there for the past ten minutes and started again. They didn't give themselves time to hesitate, sending the messages with shaking fingers.
<< Hey, it's Walker. Do you remember me? It's been a long time. I'm sorry. >>
<< I should've called you or texted you. Something. Obviously, I didn't. >>
<< I don't really want to explain it right now. >>
<< I'm heading back to Lyeant. I should be in by 8 >>
<< If you're willing to spare a few minutes, maybe we could meet up and talk? >>
<< I'll explain everything. >>
<< I'll remind you of this before I take off and again when I land. >>
They snapped their pokegear shut and clenched it tight. Part of them wanted to just throw it out the window so they wouldn't have to look at it again. They couldn't see the rejection if they didn't have their pokegear, right? That would be childish, though. Besides, they had to remind Daniel soon. Assuming Daniel even remembered them in the first place. If he didn't, perhaps that was for the better, although it made Walker's guts twist. It would save them both a lot of ache, though, wouldn't it? Daniel wouldn't have to deal with the idea that at one point he was in love with someone with an alien pokemon inside of them and Walker wouldn't have to confront the fact that he'd abandoned Daniel rather than trying to talk to him.
Walker bounced their knee and stared vacantly out the window for the rest of the ride to the airport, listening to the radio on their pokegear, then proceeded through ticketing and security in a daze, snapping back only once at their gate. Right, they had to remind Daniel that they were coming.
<< Reminder text. I don't want to retype it when you can just read the log, so read the log. >>
<< You don't have to meet with me if you don't want to. I'll understand. >>
<< I regret not telling you I was leaving and I regret being too scared to contact you until now. >>
<< I've learned a lot in Johto, though. I don't regret coming. >>
They looked up as someone spoke over the PA, pausing to listen.
<< They're starting to board us. I'll text you when I land. >>
He switched his pokegear into airplane mode before he shoved it in his pocket and grabbed his suitcase. The line was sparse, but that was unsurprising considering the news about Lyeant's political state. It'd been two years since they'd solved the issue of Team Imum, but still they lacked a solid government and instead they were locked in a civil war, although there weren't any active battlefields. People worried it was only a matter of time, though. They boarded anxiously, wondering not only if Daniel would even text them back, but wondering just what Lyeant looked like now. They tried to not think on it too hard. They would know in a couple of hours anyway, so they settled in their seat and tried to take a nap. They couldn't overthink things while they were asleep, after all.
"Good morning everyone, we have begun our final descent." The announcements woke them up, "Please make sure your tray tables are stowed away and your seats are in their upright and locked positions. The time in Lyeant is now eleven thirty-five a.m. and it is a crisp twenty-six degrees outside." Cold today, but the weather was the last thing on Walker's mind. They stared instead out their window over Lyeant's landscape. They knew it long before they left, but knowing and seeing were two so very different things. Lyeant was scarred, carved up, chewed up and spit back out. It wasn't the Lyeant they knew, but it was what it was. The news over the past couple years had prepared them for some of this, but seeing the destruction made their stomach twist. Had they been in Lyeant for this, would they have been able to help stop it? Could they have done something? And if they could've, if they did, where would they be now? Where would Walker be? Daniel? They watched as the destruction faded to the cityscape of Eirenhyre City. Anxiety welled back up inside of them, spiking when the plane jolted upon landing. They couldn't help but wonder if Daniel even remembered him at all. Their head was filled with questions of where they would go from here, if they went anywhere at all. If Daniel wasn't interested in ever seeing them again, maybe they would just leave. They had little reason otherwise to stay in Lyeant. Perhaps go back to Ho— No, no, they were getting ahead of themselves. Now was not the time to make plans for the worst case scenarios, not when things had barely just begun. There was still hope.
There's still hope. They told themselves that over and over again as they stepped into the terminal. They glanced around, but did not immediately see Daniel. Their heart sank, but they told themselves again and again that he might still be here. Or maybe he intended to come, but forgot. They needed to text him again.
<< Are you here? >>
Oh dear arceus, their hands were shaking. This was ridiculous, they decided. They'd hurtled through space at hundreds of miles per second and here they were shaking over a human arceus damned boy. They'd survived Team Rocket only to become a fumbling mess because said boy might very seriously not remember anything about them. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
[attr="class","dannypostlyric1"]c'mon, skinny love
[attr="class","dannypostlyric2"]I TOLD YOU TO BE PATIENT, AND I TOLD YOU TO BE KIND
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He'd been in the middle of an important League meeting – the sort that he only half paid attention to, painfully aware that he hadn't the slightest idea of what the speaker was going on about until afterward when they awkwardly slid him a copy of the transcripts – when the first of many text set his phone to life, and it was this very important League meeting that he managed to single-handedly disrupt by violently removing himself from his chair and loudly excusing himself in a flurry of words that were likely impossible to decipher. Because he was the sort of man who could handle many surprises; living the way he had, hardly any memory retention at all, made just about everything in life a small surprise in itself. The rebirth and reintroduction of Walker Duvall into his life, however, was simply one surprise too much to handle in a room full of practical strangers.[break][break]
Walker had been a curious case over the entirety of Daniel's life: Unlikely friends from the get go, a duo that most people tended to raise their eyebrows at. The blond was one of few people that he could truthfully say he remembered, fragments of time that miraculously made it past his disability and cemented themselves in his mind. What he didn't remember was the day where they'd first disappeared from Lyeant, nor the days that followed where he'd continue showing up at their home in vain, unaware that they were long gone already. It had taken longer than he would like to admit to to really learn that the second of his only two friends was now also painfully absent; the only difference this time was that at least Desdemona had the humanity to actually respond when he reached out to her. Had he not known in advance of Walker's plans to move their place of residence to the Johto region, he'd have wondered if the silence was an after affect of their death. And maybe it was cruel, but that would have been a much easier pill to swallow, the idea that they'd simply passed on into the afterlife, dying peacefully in their sleep, than the thought that they, like so many before them, had cut ties with a useless layabout of an amnesiac if only because it was easier. How many troubles did he have to bring upon a person to get them to remove him from their lives entirely? It was a question that injected itself into his thoughts frequently, and one that he was quite afraid to know the answer to. If there was one positive to his friend's sudden and long silence, it was that he wouldn't be getting that answer from them. At the very least, he hadn't thought he'd been a burden. Those few snippets of true memory had always been pleasant, things he treasured as much because he had them at all as the contents of them, and the journals he tried to keep himself familiar with chronicled mostly pleasant things, only occasionally soured with fights or days of poor moods.[break][break]
In the beginning, he would have given the functioning parts of his brain to have those happy times back, or anything else fate would have asked him for just to meet that end. Now, years later, staring down at the black words carved into the screen of his phone, he wasn't so sure.[break][break]
How was he even supposed to feel about all of this? Was he supposed to be mad? Excited? Nervous? In truth, he didn't remember the pain he may or may not have felt about his friend's departure – assuming he even remembered that long enough to feel pain over it in the first place – so it wasn't as though he could hold that above the other's head. Not that he'd want to, anyway. At the same time, though, what Walker had done to him hadn't exactly been an act of a paragon of virtue, intentional or otherwise. Just because he couldn't remember it firsthand didn't mean that he didn't understand that the rug had, essentially, been pulled right out from under him. In fact, any sane person standing in his position would have deleted the messages the moment they'd been read, turned right around, and gone back to whatever it was that they might have been doing without a second thought. Let them all die with his memory, gone off to some place where it could not hurt him. As his many co-workers and former opponents would attest, however, the raven-haired champion wasn't always the sort to think reasonably, nor was the the sort to pass up on the opportunity to give a second chance. He owed Walker, if nothing else. At one point in time, they'd been a beacon of light in his life – and at the very least, he didn't imagine that he would have continued to pursue the path that lead to his crowning as champion had it not been for the audience of one cheering him on every step of a gym of the way. So he'd go. He'd give that second chance, repay the debt he owed. As for whether or not he'd stay after the fact -[break][break]
Well, that was a bridge he'd have to burn when he'd get to it.[break][break]
The terminal was more crowded than the trainer had pictured when he'd arrived, families and friends waiting to greet former passengers upon their landing and staff members chasing their tails and those of misbehaving visitors for longer than he, himself, would have the patience for. His phone had gone off once more about five minutes out of his destination – Are you here? it had read, a question he didn't bother to answer through his PokeGear – so it was safe to assume that he was a touch late, but hope that the biologist had not given up on him showing his face burned slowly in his heart. He had to see them at least one more time, no matter what it took. Arceus, even if they had given up on him and had made their way into town, he'd just have to use every bit of his power to track them down. Being the champion had perks like that: No person was any further than twenty-four hours away, if he really thought about it. Blue eyes flashed toward the message displayed on his phone, the one that had first announced his friend's arrival and the one that he used to keep himself from forgetting his purpose for being here – and when they lifted up one last time, it was only so that they could land on a much more interesting target. As it turned out, five minutes of tardiness weren't enough to ruin this poorly planned rendezvous. More importantly, though, it looked as though Walker Duvall hadn't aged a day since they'd separated. He stood there longer than he would have liked, transfixed on the image a ghost, an apparition, the form of a person he had known on the surface would be here but hadn't had the chance to truly comprehend, and in moments, his thoughts were taken back to a night spent in a hotel, sat next to a sleeping friend, emotions tumbling in him, smiling wide, memories, memories, love, love. (If there had been any shred of anger in him for the years that Walker had set aflame, they disappeared like mist in the morning's light.)[break][break]
There was space between them – empty, dead – and with a grin that swallowed his face whole, he cast his line, his words across No Man's Land, charming and intelligent as always: “Hi.”
Post by Walker DuVall on Apr 8, 2017 14:01:11 GMT -6
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[attr="class","exhausted"]I sold your rope for a bucket of lemon peels now suck it.
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❝
You can’t run so you must hide You won’t make it back this time
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There was no response, not one to any of his texts, but still they waited. Minutes felt like hours, but they'd wait an eternity for Daniel. When Daniel's visage appeared through a break in the crowd, it felt like the world stopped spinning and they were now the only ones in existence now. All alone in this silent airport, an impassable void between them.
( Ah, but Danny crossed it so easily when Walker couldn't move an inch. )
They stared in silence, stunned not because Daniel was actually there, but out of fear of what they were going to do. "Hey." They couldn't manage above a whisper and they wondered if Daniel even heard them or if their voice was washed away by the crowd of the terminal. They forced a smile as they clutched their bag tight. "It's late, but congratulations. You worked hard, didn't you, Mister Champion?" Their smile grew, faltered, then fell altogether. "Can we talk in private somewhere? I need to talk to you and it's important. I think I've put it off long enough now."
Walker knew that being champion came with perks, but this? They couldn't say they expected this. A whole suite, just for the champion, and oh, it was luxurious. Daniel had achieved so much in their absence. They were happy for him, but they felt like they'd been left behind. "So, uh," Arceus, there was no good way to go about this, no smooth way to explain it all, "I first want to apologize about leaving so suddenly and never contacting you." They wrung their hands warm and pink, "I'm not going to dance around the topic: I've kept some important things from you. I am not who you think I am." This was probably going to be difficult for Daniel to wrap his head around, but they hoped his memory would at least last the explanation, "Have you ever heard of a Pokemon called deoxys? There's only two. In the entirety of the universe, there are only two of us. Because of that and a variety of national security reasons, we're not a well known pokemon. But I am one of those two deoxys, just...inside Walker's body. I am a pokemon inside a human's body. I'm not human. I'm not Walker." They paused. Was Danny keeping up? They couldn't tell. "Do you remember a few years ago that large meteor that was falling towards Hoenn? Do you remember how Rayquaza and two kids destroyed it? I was inside that meteor. I was guiding that meteor. I had been captured and abused by Team Rocket and I thought all humans the same as them. Thought it'd be better to destroy this planet than risk humans spreading their violence across the galaxy. I failed, clearly, and I nearly died. The only reason I'm alive is because Walker and I merged bodies in an attempt to keep each other alive. It worked, somehow. But I can't leave Walker or he'll die. His DNA is mutating and replicating with those mutations in a way that's rapidly killing him. I can stop that, but only as long as I am merged with him and maintaining all stages of cellular development. Eventually, we will separate. Walker's consciousness has been dormant for years, nearly as long as he and I have been together, but one day either he will give up and die or I will find a way to treat his condition. Regardless, eventually we will separate. What, then?"
"This personality, this identity in which you are familiar with. This 'Walker' is 'me', don't misunderstand. Walker's own original conscious, again, went dormant long before I came to Lyeant, but the point stands: I'm nothing like you. I don't have a heart, I don't have blood, or fingers or toes or even hair. We share only a similar arrangement of exterior body parts and the fact of our sentience and sense of self. How do you love something like that? Isn't it better to love someone that's the same species? Isn't it better to just forget about me?"
[attr="class","dannypostlyric1"]c'mon, skinny love
[attr="class","dannypostlyric2"]I TOLD YOU TO BE PATIENT, AND I TOLD YOU TO BE KIND
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His penthouse was impressive, the fairy tale ending of the tale of a little boy who'd grown up on the ranch, but to Danny, it had never really felt like home. His work kept him far from it on most any day, for one thing, dragging him far and out of the complex, if not the city as a whole for a meeting here, a party there, a too-dangerous criminal there if the police hadn't the manpower to stop it themselves further still. There weren't any concrete memories of the modern décor, the ceilings so high that the suite's occupants voices echoed when they spoke. Every morning woke up in his bend came with the wonder of why am I not home, with is this home hot on its heels. In a word, it was – lonely. No family to eat breakfast with. No friends to invite over. No one to wake up to. Empty walls. Empty home. Empty heart.[break][break]
If Walker noticed the stagnant feel of it – a house, but not a home; furnished, but unloved – they didn't make much a comment on it. The two of them had been near silent since their meeting at the airport, the cab ride over swallowed whole by suffocating silence. He'd known, because he'd been told, that there was something of importance that needed to be spoken of, but evidently in confidence, and evidently something that required a great amount of stewing over. His friend's “thinking face” was easy to read, even if he couldn't quite remember the last time, or any time he had seen in. In the meantime, he hadn't even known what to say for small conversation, more tongue tied in his life than he'd ever been, memory of it or otherwise. His gaze would drift out the window, terrified to look as though he were staring, only for him to blink, look back, and see Walker there “for the first time” all over again. What a mess. Anger wasn't even what stilled his tongue. It had been so easy to feel irritation (more at himself than the man who'd turned tail without a word, granted, but he knew a guilty party even when he could forgive them) with an image, the idea of a person who had been here for so long and then suddenly wasn't. An image wasn't Walker. And image didn't breathe and give off heat and didn't occupy the spot by his side, somehow more perfect in real life than any “ideal” image his brain could have concocted. No, he didn't dare speak now. He wasn't even sure what he would say if he tried, but he knew that the moment he opened his mouth, it all – too much, too much – would come tumbling out... and he was more than certain the the person he said it to, meant it for, cherished wouldn't want to hear it now.[break][break]
But Danny wanted to hear what they had to say, desperately. He set his usual device to record, terrified of missing even a second to this cursed brain of his, and said, “Um, I guess... you're up.”[break][break]
He'd prepared himself for a lot. “I've hated you all along” was one that he'd been particularly dreading hearing, although anything from “now that you're champion, I have to kill you” to “haha, no homo, am I right?” was a disaster he'd built up his walls to defend against. “I'm not who you think I am” was something he could work with; “I'm not a human – I'm not walker” was most certainly not.[break][break]
Silent, save for the thundering pound of his heart against his ribcage. They spun for him a story of meteors raining down to strike Hoenn and split the world in two, of Team Rocket and experimentation that drove them to loath humanity as a whole, of a man with his name and face who was slated for death, and of a last-ditch effort to preserve two lives by killing a bit of both. All the while, he prayed to Arceus that it wouldn't take this from him, not until he'd had the chance to say his peace. There was too much here, almost more than a person would be able to wrap their minds around. From the lips of any other person he'd ever known in his life, he may not have believed, may have laughed and shrugged and moved on – but Walker's humor had always been dry, scathing, never like this, and they never spoke to him in a tone that rang so... hollow. “I don't have a heart,” they said first. “How do you love something like that?” they said last.[break][break]
Love. Oh. So they'd known. Even when they left – left him here to his empty penthouse and his world full of confusion and loneliness – they had known.[break][break]
“I don't believe you,” Daniel told him when the silence dragged on too long for his story to hold anymore to it. His heart was still pounding too hard, his lips suddenly too dry no matter how frequently he licked them wet again, but he forced the words past his teeth and into the echoing chamber around them. “When you said you don't have a heart, I mean. Maybe it's not red, or squishy, and doesn't pump blood and all that other important stuff. But you didn't have to come back. There's nothing left of Lyeant anymore. You didn't have to come back to me, at least.” I'm glad you did, he wants to say, but it catches in his throat. “And you wouldn't tell me – you wouldn't tell me that I would be 'better off' with someone else if you didn't have a heart. So I don't believe you.” Weakly, he reached out for one of Walker's hands, overwhelmed by the urge to hold onto him, any part of him, terrified after all this time that he may have just been an image all along. “I've seen it, you know. It's – it's why I love you.”[break][break]
Oh no – the world had begun to swim in his vision, the face he had missed for so long blurring into obscurity. (Come to think of it, wasn't this the first time he had said it, those words he'd berated himself for holding in too long?) “I love you. I – I really, really love you. I don't care if you're Deoxys, or if you're a Bidoof, or Arceus itself. I still – I'm not going to stop, just – just don't tell me to stop. Even if you don't feel the same. Even if you think I'm stupid for it. At least let me have this.”
Post by Walker DuVall on Feb 9, 2018 22:38:40 GMT -6
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[attr="class","exhausted"]I sold your rope for a bucket of lemon peels now suck it.
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You can’t run so you must hide You won’t make it back this time
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"I don't believe you." Those words were the first things Danny said and Walker felt an icy cold weight in their chest. It latched onto all of his insides and pulled it taught, pulled it to breaking, all in the split second before he continued. "When you said you don't have a heart, I mean. Maybe it's not red, or squishy, and doesn't pump blood and all that other important stuff. But you didn't have to come back. There's nothing left of Lyeant anymore. You didn't have to come back to me, at least." Danny said. He seemed to struggle at first. Couldn't quite figure out how to put his emotions and thoughts into the right words, but as he continued he grew more confident, more firm, and Walker could only stare. "And you wouldn't tell me – you wouldn't tell me that I would be 'better off' with someone else if you didn't have a heart. So I don't believe you." He looked so defiant, almost angry, and then suddenly it all shattered. Tears bloomed fast in his eyes and his voice wobbled with the beginnings of weeping. "I love you. I – I really, really love you. I don't care if you're Deoxys, or if you're a Bidoof, or Arceus itself. I still – I'm not going to stop, just – just don't tell me to stop. Even if you don't feel the same. Even if you think I'm stupid for it. At least let me have this."
Ah, now how exactly was Walker supposed to react to something like that? First:
"Oh— Stars, don't cry." Danny reached out to them and they reached back, holding tight the hand that so desperately sought to confirm their presence. Their chest twisted. What a horrible gesture. To be so scared of it not being real that he had to physically touch them to confirm that yes, this is real. "I'm here. I'm here." They reassured. How horribly they must have hurt him with their sudden departure. To make him cry like this— Walker used his free hand to wipe away his tears.
Second:
"You know, I have spent most of my existence in the vastness of space, unaware of most emotions. Boredom, entertainment, love, hate. There was simply existing. When we came to this planet, everything about it was new. The mere existence of other life and all of the emotions that came with interacting with that life. But, humans taught us more pain than they did anything else. Only initially were we treated with kindness. Soon stolen and abused, I thought all humans were like Team Rocket. Not once did anyone try to help us. Violent, merciless, and uncaring. Willing to do whatever it took to get up higher even if it meant torturing others to get there. And then there's you. At the end of it all, there's you. Wonderful and kind Daniel Parks. I expected you to be angry. I thought you might yell at me or maybe even hit me. Stars know I deserve it. But—" And they choked a laugh, an embarrassed smile, "Looking back, I feel I should've expected this. You are, after all, the kindest person I've met. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you the truth earlier; I'm sorry for running away; I'm sorry for making you cry."
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