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victory_road2018-08-13 01:11 am
brokencode) wrote in victory_road2018-08-13 01:11 am
Where Angels Tread Once More (001)
01- Action
[The more things change, the more they stay the same. Angel wakes, knowing that it's been ages since her last arrival. She can tell by the way the sun shines through the trees outside of a window that isn't her own. It's summer, if she had to guess -- the last she'd seen, it'd been spring.
She smiles politely and nods along with "Mom's" antics. She shoulders the bag, maintains her composure for the length of time it takes to make it to a distant treeline, and then quickly tears through it until she finds the small sphere she's looking for.
Mari bursts forth in a ray of red light. She looks around, clearly confused at the change of scenery. It takes her a good second or so to turn around and notice Angel. Her pleased bleat chimes out perfectly in sync with Angel's own delighted yelp. The young woman gathers the pokemon in her arms, burying her face in the soft wool and hoping that the addition of a few tears won't end up shocking them both.
It takes a good few minutes, but eventually she's back on her feet. She approaches the start of the trail, sucking in a deep breath. She'd almost forgotten how it tasted.]
Well, Mari? [She glances down at the pokemon, then off into the woods.] Here we go again.
02- Video -- closed to fuelthefire
[She doesn't make it far into the woods, though. Once she's far enough out of the earshot of both the town and other travelers, Angel pulls out her PokeGear and settles down once more. There are a number of people Angel needs to reach out to, but no one ranks higher than her best friend. She holds her breath as she thumbs through the network, searching and searching until --
Until she finds Krieg. It took long enough to make her worry, make her heart ache all the more for the psycho she'd left behind. She felt bad enough, disappearing on him, and while she'd managed to earn a chance to say goodbye, she would have much rather stayed with him.
It worries her, the time she'd spent away. Krieg had progressed in leaps and bounds over the course of the year and a half they'd spent together. She would have liked to have hoped he'd kept progressing, that he'd stuck with the friends they'd made together and that he'd stayed strong without her.
But as she pulls up his contact information and begins a call, she can't help but worry what might wait on the other line. She does her best to put on a brave face, but her smile wobbles and her brows are tightly knit together. Off-screen, her fingers toy with her dress, at least until Mari notices and nudges them with a gentle bleat.
If nothing else, it reminds her that she can stroke the mareep's head while she waits. At least she isn't facing this alone.]
03 - Video
[When the call to Krieg has gone out, and after Angel has finally managed to dry her eyes, she turns the camera on herself once more. This time, her smile is a little stronger -- she knows Krieg is okay, and it'll only be a matter of time until they're reunited.
Still, it's hard to shake the nervousness. She worries about who she'll see, certainly, but it's who she won't see that troubles her more. Were Jean and Armin still travelling the pokemon world? Was Cissnei still off exploring the islands? Her stomach twists nervously at the very thought of any of them being gone.
And then there was the one person she hoped was gone. Handsome Jack, her father, the man who'd tried so desperately to endear himself to her over the course of her last visit.
She shakes her head and focuses her attention on the pokegear. Her forces her smile to stretch just a little wider, trying to ignore the sick, twisting feeling in her stomach that Jack always seemed to elicit.]
Good morning, everyone. I suppose the fact that you are seeing this video in your feeds says everything that I am planning to but... I can't help it.
It's... been quite awhile. Four months, if I remember my dates correctly. But it would seem that I'm back and that there are no shenanigans beyond that which brings us here occurring. It... seems safe to say that I am here to stay, at least for the time being.
I... hope everyone has been well. And I look forward to hearing from all of you -- not just those I knew before. It is... nice to be somewhere I belong again.
[She trails off, content to leave it at that. Realization hits her only seconds later, however, and she quickly finds herself stammering out one last sentiment.]
Oh, and -- ah. It's Angel. For those that might have, ah, forgotten. Or. That never had the chance to meet me in the first place.
[The more things change, the more they stay the same. Angel wakes, knowing that it's been ages since her last arrival. She can tell by the way the sun shines through the trees outside of a window that isn't her own. It's summer, if she had to guess -- the last she'd seen, it'd been spring.
She smiles politely and nods along with "Mom's" antics. She shoulders the bag, maintains her composure for the length of time it takes to make it to a distant treeline, and then quickly tears through it until she finds the small sphere she's looking for.
Mari bursts forth in a ray of red light. She looks around, clearly confused at the change of scenery. It takes her a good second or so to turn around and notice Angel. Her pleased bleat chimes out perfectly in sync with Angel's own delighted yelp. The young woman gathers the pokemon in her arms, burying her face in the soft wool and hoping that the addition of a few tears won't end up shocking them both.
It takes a good few minutes, but eventually she's back on her feet. She approaches the start of the trail, sucking in a deep breath. She'd almost forgotten how it tasted.]
Well, Mari? [She glances down at the pokemon, then off into the woods.] Here we go again.
02- Video -- closed to fuelthefire
[She doesn't make it far into the woods, though. Once she's far enough out of the earshot of both the town and other travelers, Angel pulls out her PokeGear and settles down once more. There are a number of people Angel needs to reach out to, but no one ranks higher than her best friend. She holds her breath as she thumbs through the network, searching and searching until --
Until she finds Krieg. It took long enough to make her worry, make her heart ache all the more for the psycho she'd left behind. She felt bad enough, disappearing on him, and while she'd managed to earn a chance to say goodbye, she would have much rather stayed with him.
It worries her, the time she'd spent away. Krieg had progressed in leaps and bounds over the course of the year and a half they'd spent together. She would have liked to have hoped he'd kept progressing, that he'd stuck with the friends they'd made together and that he'd stayed strong without her.
But as she pulls up his contact information and begins a call, she can't help but worry what might wait on the other line. She does her best to put on a brave face, but her smile wobbles and her brows are tightly knit together. Off-screen, her fingers toy with her dress, at least until Mari notices and nudges them with a gentle bleat.
If nothing else, it reminds her that she can stroke the mareep's head while she waits. At least she isn't facing this alone.]
03 - Video
[When the call to Krieg has gone out, and after Angel has finally managed to dry her eyes, she turns the camera on herself once more. This time, her smile is a little stronger -- she knows Krieg is okay, and it'll only be a matter of time until they're reunited.
Still, it's hard to shake the nervousness. She worries about who she'll see, certainly, but it's who she won't see that troubles her more. Were Jean and Armin still travelling the pokemon world? Was Cissnei still off exploring the islands? Her stomach twists nervously at the very thought of any of them being gone.
And then there was the one person she hoped was gone. Handsome Jack, her father, the man who'd tried so desperately to endear himself to her over the course of her last visit.
She shakes her head and focuses her attention on the pokegear. Her forces her smile to stretch just a little wider, trying to ignore the sick, twisting feeling in her stomach that Jack always seemed to elicit.]
Good morning, everyone. I suppose the fact that you are seeing this video in your feeds says everything that I am planning to but... I can't help it.
It's... been quite awhile. Four months, if I remember my dates correctly. But it would seem that I'm back and that there are no shenanigans beyond that which brings us here occurring. It... seems safe to say that I am here to stay, at least for the time being.
I... hope everyone has been well. And I look forward to hearing from all of you -- not just those I knew before. It is... nice to be somewhere I belong again.
[She trails off, content to leave it at that. Realization hits her only seconds later, however, and she quickly finds herself stammering out one last sentiment.]
Oh, and -- ah. It's Angel. For those that might have, ah, forgotten. Or. That never had the chance to meet me in the first place.
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[Wow, that's one killer welcome back speech there, leader man.]
Good.
He's been all right. We've been keeping an eye on him as much as we can.
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So yes, she had some idea.]
You... have been very good to him, I'm sure. Very kind. [Preemptively, she wipes at her eyes. She can feel another outburst coming, can feel both overwhelming guilt and gratitude rise up once more.]
You have no idea how much that means to me, Shiro.
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It's okay. I've got a pretty good idea.
[From the look on her face alone. The look that makes his heart ache for her.]
If you need a minute or anything, go ahead and take it. I just wanted to make sure you'd found him.
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I... was worried. For him. About being alone. [At least in the time that she could be worried. If there was one small mercy of her brief internment in the void, it was the fact that there was no capacity for thinking or feeling.]
But he wasn't alone, was he? [Something between a laugh and a sob wrenches itself from her.] So. Thank you. For that.
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[Really, he knows, by her words, she feels like he already has. But it's hard to be content with that when she makes that sound.]
He was never alone. Even when we couldn't be with him, his Pokemon were. And... one of yours, I think.
It's okay, Angel.
[Krieg's okay. She's okay. It's going to be all right.]
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But for now, it puts her enough at ease that she can focus on their conversation again.]
I... wish I'd had the opportunity to speak with you more often, Shiro. The last time I was here. [She manages a small smile.] It's. Very clear what a good friend you are.
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You're back. Now we can.
[There's no hard feelings. Their paths just didn't really cross. But there's time now, surely. Krieg visits fairly often. He's sure to bring Angel, or Armin is. Maybe even Jean.]
[It's definitely doable.]
I don't know if you remember where we were staying before -- the Sevii Islands? You're welcome down here. Any time.
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I suspect Krieg and I will make our way back there as quick as we can. It will... be good to be home.
[It's a strange and unfamiliar sentiment, this idea of having a home somewhere. She'd considered Johto to be a home in an overarching sense, but she'd never exactly had a place to settle down.
Until now.]
I'll see you out once I've settled in, then. To get started on this second chance at friendship.
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[He had more to say. Something more about friendship and how there'd always be room for them. But then Nebula the Umbreon is shoving her head on screen. Chirping curiously. She hears the lady! Does that mean 'Dora is there too?]
-- ah, right. When Krieg had your Sylveon, Nebula made a friend. So... we're not the only ones glad to see you.
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I'm glad 'Dora managed to keep up his charms while I was away. [The smile fades a little, shifting in a heartfelt frown.] Unfortunately, they have not arrived yet. Krieg will be depositing them in a PC as soon as he makes it to a Center.
Soon though, I promise.
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[The Umbreon chirps again, and bats her foot at the screen, like she's trying to get Angel's fingers. She hangs around a lot of cats.]
Hey, don't worry about timing. Take your time getting used to coming back. Spend time with Krieg.
We're just fine here.