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 MACKENZIE WYGHT on Jan 15, 2017 14:42:41 GMT -6
“Coming from the man pilfering items from the dead. Sounds like a disrespectful grave robber to me,” the edge of annoyance left her lips, and yet, Mackenzie decided that she would believe his intentions as she let her hand relax away from her bag. For now, at least. Not that she needed her Pokémon to defend herself anyway; it was simply a habit that she had trained herself to have, pretending to be human and all.
Instinctively, at Ambrose’s mention of Pokémon being ‘shoved’ into balls, the young woman found herself tensing. “Pokémon are nobody’s servants. Not even his,” she stated adamantly as she followed his gesture back onto the statue.
Staring at the sculpture pained her, but not in the way it might have seemed. Perhaps had Mackenzie venerated Arceus as the god-like being that the church seemed to make him out to be, her reaction would have been better understood, even by herself, but that was not the case. Not even for a moment, of which she felt positively certain of, even despite being a Pokémon herself. No. To her, the ancient Pokémon, creator of her kind he might have been, was simply that—an ancient Pokémon.
And yet, to see a monument dedicated to his existence desecrated in such a manner… it irked her beyond measure. Her eyes hardened with revulsion the more she read the writing and she could feel her mouth beginning to twist into a snarl. One that she might have shown had she not restrained herself, remembering her form—that of a human. And it was humans who did this. Humans were the ones responsible and it disgusted her. How could they do such an awful thing? No wonder Arceus had laid wreckage to her home’s local gym once.
The memory of such destruction bent her lips. “Perhaps you have a point though,” she continued, “Perhaps Pokémon should be allowed to roam free instead, don’t you think? Wouldn’t the world be better if humans and Pokémon could simply co-exist as equals? Both free,” she spoke from her own innate desire as she recalled how it felt to be confined within a Pokéball. Even though it had been her choice at the time and she had done it for the sake of saving her Mother, she was not too fond of being ‘caught’ like others of her kind. Say one thing about Mackenzie, say that she enjoyed her freedom.
“I think so at least. Then maybe stuff like this wouldn’t happen,” she thoughtfully suggested in a quieter manner, unsure if she was only talking about the statue or the ruined city itself, before glancing back up at the dark-haired man. “But it’s not quite so simple, is it? People want what they want, and when they can’t get it, they’ll do awful things to try and get their way. Stealing, hurting, and then they blame as if this ‘God’ as you say, could have done anything to help them out of their own mess.”
Post by MACKENZIE WYGHT on Jan 10, 2017 4:14:44 GMT -6
Are you going to fight? A quiet voice piqued up inside the confines of her head, idly remarking about the slight chill that drifted throughout the ruined church. Despite bearing the same voice as her body’s own, Mackenzie knew just whose thoughts it belonged to and she held herself firm in response, tightening her grip on her powers. Only if I must.
A sense of wariness tinted her vision as she scrutinized the stranger. Was he with the others she had seen earlier? Or just another human she had the misfortune of stumbling upon? Not that it mattered, she supposed. They were all the same as far as she was concerned as she instinctively moved her hand onto the messenger bag strapped across her shoulder to hip, her fingers nervously folding over a flap and ready to grab one of the Pokéballs tucked inside its pockets if the dark-haired man called upon his Pokémon—just as if she were an actual trainer with no other abilities.
But the man turned to her and spoke, the red and white orb disappearing back into his pocket, allowing the young woman to let out a slow breath, suddenly aware that she had been holding it since she had last spoken. Apparently, the fear of being captured like the Pokémon she was still clung onto her, even despite the human vessel that she now wore. Mentally, she noted that she would have to work on that as she kept the man within her sights.
Her eyes narrowed in on an object with lustre that the man slipped into his pocket, her gaze briefly flickering between it and the defiled statue of Arceus. A scavenger then, she concluded, her hand still resting upon her bag even as the man turned to face her. “I’m fine,” she stated simply before letting the silence linger between them, her head tilting slightly with curiosity as his eyes seemed to examine her. They lingered upwards, at least, a passing voice thought gladly from inside her. Not that she particularly understood.
The man introduced himself as Ambrose and in response her mouth opened with a soft voice. “Sui—” she began, but stopped herself short, her lips held firmly closed as her head turned sideways briefly to mentally berate herself. As her attention returned to the man, she began once more. “Mackenzie. My name’s Mackenzie,” her lips formed a small frown, “and no, I’m not a grave robber… like you seem to be.”
And suddenly she seemed distracted. Though she still kept a cautious hand on her bag, the blue-haired woman stepped forward, stopping not only beside the man, but before the statue. Her frown deepened as she read the colourful slurs upon the stonework and her heart sank deep in her chest. “They’ve disrespected him,” her free hand reached out to feel the cold stone against her skin and her eyes glanced up at Ambrose with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. “You’re disrespecting him.” She emphasized.
Post by MACKENZIE WYGHT on Jan 8, 2017 15:50:41 GMT -6
Old Veherna reminded her of the Burned Tower in a way, both places once stirring with life and happiness now turned to death and decay. Tragedy had struck them both and now only fragments of what they once were remained. Not that she could say she remembered either place before such disasters, unfortunately. She wished she could. The Burned Tower might have been her birthplace, her second chance at life, but her memories of the structure were only those born of ashes and charred remains. And as for Old Veherna, well, she had never been here before.
Bent down, Mackenzie lifted a fallen sign displaying a teacup as she pictured what she could only imagine to be a quaint little café in her head. How customers would line up for their morning coffee, baristas smiling behind the counter and taking orders, as others chatted outside around the tables beneath the rising sun. Pidgey’s would be soaring high above and at the entrance, as her hand wrapped itself around a dusty collar, a Growlithe would prop itself down, rising only to greet newcomers with a sense of eager curiosity.
The mental image brought a small smile to her lips and she could hear the bark of the canine in her head. Oh, how she wished she could reach out and run her hand through its soft fur. Feel the warmth of its body in place of the cold leather of the collar, as well as the wetness of its nose as it nuzzled her back. Her heart twitched with a forlorn desire as she stared into its non-existent eyes upon the rubble she stood on, and for a second, she could hear it bark again. Loud and clear.
“Do you have something, boy?” A masculine thought crossed her mind.
Mackenzie blinked, startled. What? No. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t her thoughts—or even the Other’s thoughts. Her attention swivelled, snapping out of her reverie as several voices echoed in the distance. Two, maybe three, and at least the bark of one Pokémon. Scavengers, liars, and thieves—she recalled hearing of the sort to lurk around these parts as she rose slowly, the North Wind picking up slightly in her alarm.
A few figures turned a corner and out of instinct, she wasted little time in backing away from her position. Mackenzie rushed away from the group, unsure if she was noticed and more concerned with being caught as she pressed further into the ruined city, her eyes set upon an open door leading to a large building with colourfully shattered windows. The young woman slipped inside, the pitfalls of her footsteps echoing through the hollowed remains before she came to an abrupt stop.
“Oh.” Someone else was here. Her gaze flickered to the hand he held around a Pokéball and momentarily to the side to the murmur of distant voices as a notable chill drifted into the open space. “Hello there.”
Post by MACKENZIE WYGHT on Jan 7, 2017 2:54:48 GMT -6
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For a lonely soul, such as Mackenzie’s, it is odd that she finds herself wary of humans even though she now masquerades as one. Much preferring the company of Pokémon and nature, the young woman tends to keep to herself when in public as she does not entirely trust humans and their nature. Shown kindness, however, and she does so in return, and try as she might otherwise, she cannot help but lend a helping hand to those in need. Her friends, however, are chosen carefully, but to those she deems fitting, she will consider them dear to her and protect them when called for.[break][break]
Outside of the list of potential friendships that Mackenzie may make, there also lies those from the past, whether from hers or her vessel’s. She considers her legendary beast-kin family, and looks highly towards Ho-Oh as if they were her Mother (even despite the vessel they may possess). On the other end, childhood friends of her vessel may notice that the young woman they see is not the same innocent female that they knew and may like or dislike her more because of newfound behaviour.
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Conflict with others is not what Kenzie desires, but when they do arise, the serene young woman will defend herself with a fierceness expected of a legendary beast. Contrary to her vessel’s quiet demeanour, Suicune possesses a high opinion of herself and her ideals, and can be hard to sway once her mind is set upon something. Quite forthright with her desires, she will reject thinking that she does not care for in favour of her own and may be the cause of discord, even amongst her closest allies.[break][break]
Not to mention, she is a member of the Republic of Lyeant and for better or worse, does believe in their cause (though not always their methods). The other factions be damned. As a Pokémon herself, she holds them in higher regard than humans and will choose to defend them over mankind if given the choice. Her distrust towards humans may cause strife even as she walks among them with the appearance of one and while her vessel may have been one to stand idly by when wrongs are seen in her eyes, she will not easily do the same thing.
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Given that she is in fact a legendary beast inhabiting a young woman’s body, Mackenzie does not understand what the concept of love is. She lacks a sense of attraction towards others in such an intimate manner, and while she may kiss and touch as she mimics what other humans do, her actions are done more out of pleasure and curiosity as opposed to any desire sprung forth by her heart—much to the chagrin of her vessel’s owner. And while she does long for the closeness of another to dissuade her loneliness, truly falling for someone is difficult, maybe even impossible. And she may not even realize it if she does.[break][break]
But unfortunately for her, her heart is shared and it has history. The real Mackenzie has had her share of crushes, of loves and broken hearts, and even a potential fiancé that she abandoned thanks to the vessel’s new controller. Not that she minds, or even has much of a choice, for that matter, but her past leaves Suicune with an awkward case of not knowing or caring when such past romances spring up in her new life.
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the life that was
What good is a life that cannot be remembered? Would that even be considered a life at all? Would that life have been one worth living?[break][break]
Before the beast known as Suicune came into existence, there had been another. A creature whose name and appearance has long since been forgotten to a burning tragedy, even to itself. Had it always been known as Suicune? Had it always looked as it was? It cannot even remember if he was a he, or if she was a she. Maybe it had always been neither, it cannot remember.[break][break]
The only truths it knows is that it has once lived and it has once died. But more importantly, that it was never alone in either life or in death. Raikou and Entei… Were they family? Or were they friends? It does not know and in all honesty? It does not care. No matter what, they were important and it knows that. It cares for them and it always will. Seeing them will always bring happiness and being with them will bring comfort. Because they are family. They are friends. And death could never take that from them.[break][break]
the life that is
It remembers the first moments of its new life. The first aching breath that it took as air began to circulate through its lungs once more. How it coughed and wheezed until the ashes of the tower that it might have once called home left its reawakened body. How it had opened its eyes to not only see the destruction that the flames had wrought, but also the magnificent rainbow wings of its saviour flying high above a clear blue sky. How it stood up on shaky legs like a newborn deer and stared upwards in wonder, and even though it was no longer a child, it felt like one beneath its saviour’s presence. To it—to Suicune—it considers them Mother, for they were the one to give it life once more.[break][break]
And for that, when the man with the mask came and tried to take Mother away, it fought with every ounce of strength it could muster. Tooth and nail, icy winds howling at its command, it refused to give up. Even when it lost the fight and was trapped, it waited and planned, determined to save Mother. It knew that it needed to be stronger—that it needed someone stronger. And so, when the day came that the yellow-haired human freed it from its cage, it set off in search of a worthy companion.[break][break]
It scoured the lands, taking on anyone it deemed a possible candidate. But too many were weak and inferior in its eyes. Or they were filled with greed and lusted only for its power, and it considered such humans unworthy of the might that it held until finally, it found her. Two hers, actually. The first, a caring gym leader specializing in Water-type Pokémon, and the second, a persistent young girl who’s attempts to capture it were sufficiently annoying to say the least. And yet, only through the aid of the two alongside its beast siblings and their own companions, was it able to free Mother from the man with the mask before doing what it did best—roaming free.[break][break]
Had Suicune had its way, it would not have taken on a human vessel. It would have lived its life as free as it could be as itself and as no one else. But such a desire was nothing more than a far-off dream, a lie that it tried to tell itself it could have with each passing day. Even with the freedom to roam the world as it saw fit, it learned that it could never truly live free—at least not amongst others, and especially not amongst humans.[break][break]
Every experience felt the same. It thought it would be safe. It thought it would be free—that it could trust. But then a human would come, some with kindly gestures and false smiles, others with vicious determination. But in the end, it mattered not what they came with because they all wanted the same in the end—to claim it for its power and for their own glory. And as such, every encounter ended with a struggle, a tiresome confrontation, before it would flee and find itself with a growing distaste towards humanity.[break][break]
Humans were the problem and yet somehow, they were also the solution. It pained it to even consider the idea of taking on a host and it sought other means at first, but there were none that it could see. It grew tired of running, of fending off predators and spending its days in hiding, wanting nothing more than a peaceful life. And so, it watched humans from a distance, curiously studying their actions, searching for another companion—a different kind of companion. One that would allow it to be free.[break][break]
And eventually, it found her and it became her.
the life that could be
Mackenzie Wyght, a new name, a new face. It is a she now. It is not used to such a term, but that is what it has become—a she, a human. It walks upon two legs—no. That is not right. She walks upon two legs now. She laughs and she smiles and she hides among the other humans without them knowing. She indulges in the simplicities of human life and learns what it means to be free—to live as she pleases. And she has friends, human and Pokemon alike, and a family too. All seems well.[break][break]
But people tell her that she is different, that something about her has changed. Her vessel’s parents seem unhappy with her decision to run off to Lyeant so suddenly when she has such a beautiful home and a promising mate back in Kalos. They call and they beg for her return, but she tells them that that is not what she wants—the real her, not the it that now calls itself her. Such thoughts are difficult to convey, however, without revealing too much and so she ignores them and goes on with her life—their life. Because she lives for two now and for some reason, she can bring herself to lose the other.[break][break]
And each day, it becomes harder to tell, which her is the real her.
