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Post by Glacia on Apr 9, 2017 16:11:54 GMT -5
Believe it or not, being an unemployed, activist Pokemon in the middle of the robust port town of Garasu wasn't quite that easy. After all, it was hard to get anyone to listen to someone who looked ragged and tattered, even if she didn't already look the part while she was standing and pleading by the street corner!
Which was why she found herself in an increasingly familiar setting: standing outside a local convenience store ('Chansey's Cache' was kind enough to them, at least), sweeping up the sidewalk and cleaning the windows for the paltry minimum wage that were paid to Pokemon.While she handled this, her Beartic cohort was usually in the back, helping to unload the truck and move heavy boxes around the store. And in all honesty, Glacia was surprised that she managed to stick along for this gig as long as she did: she had blown several earlier opportunities just by someone shooting her a weird look.
"Just two more hours, Glacia..." She muttered to herself, almost inaudibly, as she wrapped another tower around her arm. It was just routine at this point: she gave the window a very light 'icy wind', to check for visible spots of dirt, before running it over with the towel again. Even as she did this, she earned a few looks from those coming in and out of the store, some more hurriedly running away if she shot a glance back. Those were the ones that could figure she was a shadow - either from her rants in the city, or just looking at her aura.
Yeah, up to now, she hadn't managed to make a lot of allies in her cause, and where she was standing, how people were responding to her, it was markedly clear. The frustration was enough to make her aura flare up, from time to time, forcing her to pause and take a deep breath. "... And that one was in the crowd, listening for a good ten minutes... was he recording? Shit, now I'm being played..."
The frustrated mumbling continued...
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on Apr 10, 2017 12:01:51 GMT -5
Wyndra, Vogun, and Hattie were deep in discussion about whether or not you could grow sunflower seeds from a bag of trail mix.
"But think of how pretty they'd look!" argued Hattie.
Wyndra repeated herself, for the fifth time. "They won't look like anything. We can't get flowers from these."
"You don't know that. We could at least try it." Countered Vogun, also for the fifth time. It's not that he cared about sunflowers, but it bothered him that the tropius was so quick to dismiss Hattie.
The discussion ended when Edward walked back to them. He had finished paying for the supplies they bought.
"I would love to have sunflowers someday," he reasoned, "but we can't afford the water right now. The next time we improve the irrigation, sunflowers will be at the top of the list."
Having settled the matter, Edward walked out of the convenience store. His entourage followed, although it was held up a bit by Wyndra. It had been a feat getting the tropius into the store, but she insisted on overseeing their expenses. She carefully folded up her wings, they were still sore from an earlier fight, and ducked as low as she could. From this vantage point, she noticed an increasingly frustrated weavile being gawked at by passers-by.
"Edward, I'll catch up in a second."
After she made it through the doorway, she approached the weavile.
"Would you like some company, for a second?" Her tone was gentle, almost motherly. She knew a lot of other shadows might not appreciate this, but she would help where she could.
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Post by Glacia on Apr 10, 2017 21:06:42 GMT -5
Thankfully, Glacia knew how to go about her business, especially after her few days working here: in most cases, a slight glare out of the corner of her eye was enough to ward off those who thought ill of her order, and for those few who approached her for directions in the store, she knew enough to get them out of her hair. It was why she felt lucky to have this niche...
... Though, right now, she wasn't in the best of moods. And as Wyndra addressed her, the weasel gave a sigh. "Look, miss, I-" She started to talk before she turned, expecting to see some older, middle-aged woman, ready to speak her ear off. But, as the shadow loomed over her, the visage of a rare, tall Tropius graced her sight. That wasn't all: Wyndra was as every bit a shadow as she was. But unlike the rest, who just went about their business, she so politely came up to her.
And Glacia's cause was going to go nowhere if she was going to start scoffing at potential allies! "... Sure, just a sec." She took the towel, and slung it over her shoulder, before giving a small salute through the window, enough to get a nod from the shopkeep. At best, all she needed was a good ten minutes, right? "Let's walk and talk, I'd rather stretch out my back..." And, more importantly, not have two shadows in personal conversation next to such a public place. Stretching out her arms, she led the way, taking a look over her shoulder.
"So, how long's it been for you? Fifteen years, myself." Well, maybe that wasn't the best place to start a point of conversation, to which Glacia quickly corrected: "Anyway, what did you want to talk 'bout?"
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on Apr 12, 2017 13:01:51 GMT -5
Wyndra agreed to the walk. It was a good idea, and a relief that the shopkeeper understood. She let the weavile lead the way. It had been a while since Wyndra needed to know the layout of the city, so she trusted this fellow shadow to know the best direction to take. Still, there was a pause before she spoke. Wyndra waited until there were less eavesdroppers around.
"About being a shadow, actually. I've been one for the past 6 years now. I'm sorry if it's not the most pleasant topic, but not enough people talk about this."
Wyndra glanced in the direction that the rest of her team headed off to. Sure enough, it looked like Edward had circled around. Even he was aware enough not to completely abandon her in the middle of Garasu. Besides, the tropius was the ride back. By some miracle though, he was being subtle enough as to not attract attention. Wyndra figured it was probably on Vogun's advice.
"I'm fortunate enough to find a place for myself, away from the city. Most of us don't have that support. I know it doesn't mean much, coming from a random stranger off the street, but at least shadows can support each-other."
Wyndra wished she was more eloquent, but she hoped that the weavile got her meaning. Opening heavy conversations with strangers was one of the harder things to do in life. Hopefully, though, at least one shadow would be less alone.
She remembered introductions. That might help a little bit. "My name's Wyndra. I have a trainer, Edward, and we're building an oasis out in the wasteland. What about you?"
Wyndra craned her neck downward at the weavile in genuine interest. It was rare to come across another shadow, and the stories always proved to be unique.
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Post by Glacia on Apr 13, 2017 20:07:13 GMT -5
About being a shadow, eh? Some would have been annoyed, being approached out of the blue like that... but for Glacia, it was pretty much her intent, to get people to listen to her! And thus, instead of responding with rolled eyes, the weasel just gave a chuckle. "To be fair, not a lot of people know what the heck they're talkin' about. You gotta live it to understand it."
Glacia was slightly curious as the Tropius looked over her shoulder, the weasel stealing her own glance. Indeed, there was some kind of small crowd idling there, including a particularly old man, but if this grass type didn't seem bothered than she wasn't going to worry. "A place, huh? Lucky..." Glacia muttered, letting the words roll out silently. Wyndra must have been partnered with a trainer or something: most 'wild' shadows were beggars on the street, or forced into difficult conditions just to handle themselves. Though Glacia wouldn't admit it, she was very lucky to have a deal to be able to stay in a spare room on the second floor of that store!
Hopefully, that line didn't stick for long, as Wyndra introduced herself in proper. "Name's Glacia. I split a small room in the city - nothing much, but for a Pokemon, some would think that's pretty spoiled." Well, that was a creative way to go about explaining it. "And to tell you the truth, well... honestly, I just try not to stress this whole shadow thing. Six years, right... rough, means you must have been pulled of the streets..." There was a disconnect - Glacia didn't know what it was like to be an unwilling participant, but hopefully her reasoning would get through!
"Trust me, though: if I'm sick of anything, its this 'Watch out for Shadows' or the 'You poor dear' people. Arceus, or whatever, wouldn't like it, but we are what we are. For example, just curious... what's your 'percent'?" She, of course, meant Wyndra's 'corruption' level, the last time she was tested. "Because I've been high 80's for years, and I haven't turned into a raging monster."
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on Apr 15, 2017 23:13:38 GMT -5
In hindsight, this wasn't the best plan. Wyndra wanted to reach out to a fellow shadow, but she still had baggage of her own. There was a brief look of panic when Glacia mentioned "pulled of the streets." Instinctively, she moved her left wings down a bit, over the hidden scar.
"Just... give me a second."
She forcibly steadied her breathing, and mentally pictured the pond back at the oasis. Both were effective meditation tricks for her. Once more, she locked away those unpleasant memories.
"Being pitied isn't a great feeling, no, but there are a lot worse reactions to get. It's good to hear you've been getting along, but sometimes it is a big deal. I've seen it, and felt it. We are dangerous.
Wyndra checked around a corner before the duo headed down an alley. It was vacant, which was good.
"You've really never gone reverse? The last time I was ever measured, I was 86. It took all the strength I had to keep control. Some days it still does. Personally, I don't put too much value on that number, it's why I haven't been tested since."
A woman walked into the alley, attempting to take a shortcut. Wyndra didn't get a good glimpse at her, because the woman very quickly walked back out, keeping her head down. She wasn't the first pedestrian to give the two shadows some distance, but it illustrated a certain point for the tropius.
"See, that's what really gets to me. It's not really fear or pity, just willful obliviousness. She'd rather walk away rather than have to acknowledge us!"
Glacia was the one who started out frustrated, but at the moment, it seemed that the roles were switched. Wyndra was working herself up.
"They don't have a right to ignore us. It was humans that did this to us! The least they could do is acknowledge the problem. Instead they treat us as him we're the strangers. As if we chose this. Maybe, if they get too close, the shadow will rub off on them."
Edward was getting worried. He had lost sight of the tropius when they made a turn. It had been a while since Wyndra began the discussion. Vogun noticed his look of concern.
"She can find us she needs us. Should trouble arise, I do not doubt her strength."
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Post by Glacia on Apr 16, 2017 18:23:41 GMT -5
Had she - yep, Glacia had managed to step on a nerve, even as she was trying to stay polite. She stayed silent as Wyndra asked for time, merely watching from the corner of her eye as the Tropius receded into herself. The Weavile felt her mood: between her narrow eyes, deep breathing, and a slightly inflamed shadow aura, slowly calming down over those several seconds, Glacia knew that the Tropius' emotions were just bubbling at the surface.
But it didn't take long for the tree to get right back on point, and touch her own nerve, Glacia visibly twitching, showing a fang as Wyndra said: "We are dangerous."
"... No more dangerous than the rest of this city, trust me." For the first time, there was venom in Glacia's voice, as she muttered those words, refusing to give Wyndra eye contact for several moments. The tone was dark, a clear deep and emotional meaning to her words... but as the moment passed, she shook her head, right as they would step into that nice, concrete clearing. It seemed like a good enough spot, Glacia turning, resting her back against a wall as she briefly crossed her arms.
"Hm? Reverse?" To that, all she could do was grin. "I could, right now, if you wanted me to." Cipher's researchers had called her an anomaly, even back then, but Glacia chose not to divulge that much. Not yet, anyway: "Honestly that's good. A number doesn't mean-"
Ah. Now wasn't that something: her eyes flicked over, catching a brunette woman in a blue dress give one good look at her, before darting right around the corner, holding a bit tighter to her bag. To Glacia, this was nothing new: she knew a lot about the city's street life. But for Wyndra? Well, she didn't take it well, not at all: "Hey-"
She thought about interrupting, but instead let the rant run its full course. The true source of Wyndra's frustration hit her ears, and honestly? It matched her own, just at a different angle. This shadow project's taint had stolen their identity, their rights, and left them as mere creatures left on the street! Thus, the Weavile understood her words, and standing from the wall, the weasel stepped forward, giving a careful, yet firm, pat to the fellow shadow's side.
"Heh." She nodded. "This city doesn't get us, I know. I've run my voice hoarse and ragged, trying to get that point out. But so many would just choose to ignore it. Its fine, though, I'm not trying to reach out to them."
Glacia smiled. Wyndra was in a sensitive spot right now, and if anyone was going to take the weasel's voice to heart, it was her, right now. "No, its to the Shadows. Because that's what we are, whether we chose it or not." She stepped back, giving a nod to the Tropius' face. "There shouldn't be a problem at all. I'm not saying there's no point in treatment or that we shouldn't 'check' ourselves, but we're Shadows all the same. And all I want, is for the city to see that as well."
It was definitely a heavy tone in the Weavile's words, before she stepped back, stretching out her arms. "That said, even then its a raw deal. The whole Gallade incident at The Colosseum's just got everyone up in arms over us all again. If you thought that woman giving us the stink-eye was bad enough, you should see some of the more extreme views..."
Those that just wanted them out of the city entirely, or just purged on the spot, came to mind. A slight chill ran down her spine, just thinking about it! "Even with all that, though... what would you do about it? Oh, um, I'm not trying to be condescending, I actually mean I need a better idea than what I'm doing... heh."
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on Apr 20, 2017 15:49:32 GMT -5
Glacia's touch reassured her a little. It felt good to finally vent. Wyndra was intrigued by the weavile's apparent goals. Glacia was much more proud of her nature, and seemingly wanted shadows to accept their curse. Wyndra could see how there was wisdom in this, but for her, this wasn't an option.
"You've been a shadow for a very long time. Do you still remember what it was like to be normal? I didn't always have to fight to stay calm. I didn't use to get angry. I was never afraid of hurting someone I cared about. If being a shadow works for you, that's great, but a lot of us don't like who we are anymore. In a way, who I really am was stolen from me."
Wyndra shifted a bit, flapping her wings a couple times. This conversation was getting a little deep, she realized, but that's what she wanted, right? She was still grateful for the opportunity to change the subject.
"The gardevoir that rescued the gallade, I don't remember the name, but she seems to have the right idea. I actually think the whole debacle was a good thing. Those extreme views were always there, the incident just exposed them and got everyone talking."
Wyndra took a step back as she tried to think of advice. She didn't show it, but she was flattered.
"Well, honestly, my concern is with the market for shadow pokemon, for personal reasons. It creates a lot of criminal incentive. We've essentially got targets on our backs."
There was also an incentive to create shadow pokemon, despite the whole process being all kinds of illegal and abhorrent. Wyndra didn't want to go down that rabbit hole. She didn't think she was stable enough to. Besides, it would be easy enough for Glacia to piece it together.
"If it was up to me, shadow pokemon would be kept away from fighting, the trade of pokemon heavily investigated in order to uproot the black market, and organizations like Cipher and Sibrunn would be held accountable for a a reliable cure. During all this, we could reach out to the public in an effort to help them understand. There could be fliers, conferences, Q and A sessions, anything! It's going to take effort to normalize ourselves, both biologically and socially."
Wyndra presented her answers as if Glacia meant peaceful things by "wanting the city to see us as shadows." She kept a though in the back of her head that Glacia might have more radical intentions. The weavile wouldn't be the first shadow pokemon to push for that. Wyndra studied Glacia's next response carefully, although the tropius tried her hide her suspicion.
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Post by Glacia on Apr 21, 2017 20:24:17 GMT -5
Huh...
Glacia wasn't surprised at Wyndra's response, nor her answers or opinions on all this. Both the Tropius and the Weavile were shadows, so of course they shared some similarity on ideas, but the friction was clearly becoming evident. The Weavile agreed on the part about the Black Market - "Yes, its a damn shame that there's still trash like Tsunami who just want to use us for a quick gig," - but there was so much she just couldn't get in line with.
Why did they have to give up fighting? Why should they let Cipher even exist, let alone be in a place they could touch shadows? What was this about a cure? Glacia kept herself patient, listening through each and every one of Wyndra's words. The only hope left in Glacia's heart was the first six words she said... words that the Weavile repeated, after several moments of silence.
She just gave a small smile, lowering her head slightly.
"'If it were up to you', huh?" She shook her head. "Wyndra, truly, you are a sweetheart. And you're the last one I would wish to become a Shadow, especially in the way you did... but..." Just what was she going to say? That Wyndra was just an idealist? That her view was unrealistic?
Well, no. "I owe you an answer from before, don't I? Well... yes, I have been a shadow for a very long time. And I remember, clearly, what it was like to be normal." She looked down at her claw, tensing it slightly, shaking her head. "Back then, Shadow was just a concept, just an idea, and Cipher was naught more than a budding organization. No, they needed subjects for their 'enhancement' project... but do you know what they did with their first, willful subjects, Wyndra? What you think those optimistic scientists did?"
Glacia paused. Closing her eyes, she answered, dryly and clearly: "Half of them forced us into containment. The other, 'moral' half, just packed shop and ran from us. Afraid, even." Her aura flared, a slight red 'tinge' of reverse on the edge.
"The world, it isn't that simple. Trust me, I've tried... but unless something fundamental changes? We're just going to be stuck in this limbo."
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on Apr 24, 2017 17:14:02 GMT -5
"I didn't know cipher was that spineless. That's terrible."
There wasn't pity in that statement, it was more along the lines of respect. The tropius had been listening to Glacia's story intently, with every ounce of concern and empathy borne across the expression of her face.
"Nobody deserves that either. It's comforting, though, that you're doing as well as you are. I uh... admit that there might not be any going back. It's a truth I've been trying to face for as long as I've been rescued, but don't you ever want to just feel normal again? I do, and I'm not willing to give up trying yet."
The tropius shifted and leaned up against the wall of the alley as she tried to think of something. She swept her gaze across the cloudless sky, as if searching for just the right angle.
"If it's going to take something fundamental, then we can do something fundamental. I mean, I think the things we want might be a little different from each other, but there has to be some overlap. I like the idea of reaching out to other shadows, to get their opinions and their takes. Perhaps we could hold some sort of "press release" of sorts, or even a documentary, where we put together all of the different stories and backgrounds of different shadows. Whatever it is you plan to do, it'll help immensely to have public support, and you could use it to reach out to other shadows. I know it doesn't change things immediately, but I wonder if that's like asking for a miracle."
There was a pause as Wyndra went over her own words. She looked a little unsure of herself.
"Okay, a documentary might be a bad idea. That's kind of my point though, that it might help to involve some other pokemon. You might know a little better where to find other shadows."
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Post by Glacia on Apr 26, 2017 19:43:01 GMT -5
Wyndra... she was too kind.
It was the last thing that Glacia wanted to admit, when presented with a potential ally, but she had no other way to put it. Wyndra caught on every word, of a story that truly brought anger and frustration to the ice-type's heart, but the Tropius' reply was to still move forward. The idea of a documentary hit her ears, earning a small smirk from the Weavile, as she shook her head.
"... Of course I've wondered how it would be like to, well, be the old 'me' again. But that wouldn't settle anything, it wouldn't give me my life back. And to be honest, I'm not sure if I'd even like my old 'me'." She didn't bother explaining much past that, already having divulged enough about her life. Ultimately, though, Wyndra's ideas weren't bad.
They were just a touch too 'idealistic'. "Mm... if you want to try that way, the Gardevoir might be a better place to start. Or maybe she won't be, I've never really gotten a good read on her." Alright, that was just going around in circles, but as far as Wyndra was right now, well...
... Glacia sighed. "Do you really think enough shadows could hold themselves together for something like that? Most of them are betrayed, and angry - and anger is a normal thing to feel here, but it just sets off shadow flares. We're not even able to express our true feelings or emotions about this, without being called out as monsters!" Glacia raised her voice, tensing a claw, just barely managing to catch herself. Even with just this much, the Weavile was on the edge of reverse, shaking her head: this time, the red aura didn't simply die down, but persisted around her.
"Wyndra... if you think you can, go ahead. But something that simple... it just won't work. Tch..." She looked down at her claw. "Damn, can't go back to work like this..."
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on Apr 26, 2017 20:32:17 GMT -5
Wyndra was getting visibly upset as well. From her perspective, this weavile was determined to be stuck. She wasn't stuck as a shadow, Wyndra respected that Glacia didn't want to be cured, but she was stuck doing nothing, going nowhere. Wyndra noticed the ever-reddening aura. In the back of her head she knew she should leave well enough alone. The whole purpose of the conversation was to just be someone to talk to, not to keep pushing Glacia into something. Despite this, she couldn't back down. She refused to give up on the weavile.
"I don't think you're giving other shadows enough credit. I've met others. I've even met one happily working with a government agent. You're not even giving yourself enough credit. You told me your story. I'm sure it was hard, in a way, but you did it."
Honestly, she was a bit offended herself. The implication that shadows wouldn't be able to pull off something like that was a slap in the face of how much she strove for control. She continued her speech, but with a slightly bitter tone.
"So what are you going to do? I don't mean about getting back to work, although that's important too. I mean, what are you going to work towards then? Where do you want this whole issue to go? You've been 'just getting by' for the past 15 years, and as far as I can tell you've been stewing in impotent frustration. Is that what you're going to spend the next 15 years on?"
That was harsh. Wyndra hadn't quite meant to phrase it like that. She took a couple steps back, enough so that there would be warning if things turned violent.
"I know the documentary is a bad idea, but at least I'm trying. If you don't want to help, that's fine, but then please do something for yourself. Actually, I think you should get in touch with my trainer, Edward. We're building an oasis. It's sort of a different issue entirely, but the oasis itself would be a great place for you to express your emotions. Nobody there will call you a monster."
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Post by Glacia on May 3, 2017 18:17:33 GMT -5
Well now... had Glacia struck a nerve? Here the Weavile was, being honest with another shadow for what felt like the first time in ages, and the first thing that the Tropius did was immediately go after her point. Objectively, Wyndra had a fair one to make - Glacia was really only projecting her own issues onto the shadows around her - but it still didn't strike her the right way. She didn't mean that they weren't able to control it in general, she meant that it was hard to control it when shadows were honest with themselves!
Honestly, though, she was going to let that slide. The next bit, though...
"You've been 'just getting by' for the past 15 years, and as far as I can tell you've been stewing in impotent frustration. Is that what you're going to spend the next 15 years on?"
Yeah, that didn't sit well. Glacia's aura flared up, the Weavile showing a tense fang as she gritted her teeth. "How dare you! You think I like the shit I'm saying, ya oaf?" As Wyndra stepped back, Glacia stepped forward in turn, one claw held in front in an aggressive posture. "I've tried, for six years: half of it just trying to live as I was, and the other half, doing whatever I could." She had broken into labs, called out until her throat was sore, and tried to talk to downtrodden shadows... but what had she to show for it? A janitorial job and a single Beartic, who wasn't even a shadow!
And Wyndra's own patronizing words were enough to send her over the edge: talks about an oasis, about building a haven and expressing emotion... well, they might have reached Glacia two minutes ago. But in the state she was in now, she was having none of it: she slashed at the air with her claw, sending a dark blade of energy out, forward and fast. Should it fly as intended, it would scrape into the Tropius' face, grazing her cheek.
"That's it, then? All we need to do is make our own city?" She chuckled. "... Sounds like you're the one that's given up."
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Post by urmmuxunbidden on May 6, 2017 20:29:58 GMT -5
Wyndra was even expecting it, but she just couldn't move out of the way fast enough. The shadowy blade struck her across the face. It stung, but Wyndra noted that the weavile still had the courtesy to not use an ice move. It was more of a warning then, she figured. It didn't matter how she justified it, as Wyndra's own aura flared up, threatening to drag her into a rage.
It wouldn't have been so bad if Wyndra wasn't fighting it so hard. The more she held back, the worse it got. She wanted so badly to return the strike; her wings spread out and generated a metallic sheen around them. Wyndra clung to the fact that if she attacked, it would only prove Glacia right.
She managed to spit out a rebuttal between struggling. "The oasis... is for Garasu."
For some reason, the urges were only getting stronger. It was as if some darkness was just beginning to leak out from the weavile.
"I can't... give up."
It had been so long since she felt this twisted. Edward wasn't here, and the oasis was too far away. The tropius looked scared. There was nothing she could do, no action to take to make this better.
"Glacia, help me!" She pleaded. She sounded unconvinced with her own cry, thinking it was in vain.
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Meanwhile, her team began frantically looking for her. It was several tense moments since they lost track of the tropius. Even Vogun was starting to get worried. He suggested spreading out, but Edward refused to split up the group further.
"Wyndra!"
The old man began passing the streets off of the main road, stopping at each intersection to shout her name. Each attempt left him out of breath. By the third street, he began coughing, and he had no clue how close or far he was from the tropius. Eventually, she would have to hear him, right?
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Post by Glacia on May 7, 2017 17:53:57 GMT -5
The Weavile had intended to just leave the conversation at that: heated or not, one generally didn't expect it to go past sending a blade at the other talker's face. And though Glacia was tense, she wasn't exactly looking for a scrap at the moment.
It was part of the reason she didn't retaliate immediately after seeing the Steel Wing presented to her. Despite everything, though, and despite the current tone of their conversation, Wyndra managed to get that one bit out:
"The oasis... is for Garasu."
"... Tch." Wyndra just wasn't giving up on this? She looked on, seeing Wyndra's aura grow more and more gnarled, more twisted, starting to take over her head. In fact, the Tropius even called out to the Weavile, a true tone of desperation in her voice.
Glacia stayed still, watching for a moment, as the Tropius wrestled with her aura. The Weavile gritted her teeth... and sighed. "Fine." She stepped forward, knowing full-well that she could have been stepping up to something as explosive as a grenade. "But you may not like how I help."
With those words, the aura around Glacia flared up fully, a red tint in her eye as she willfully entered 'Reverse'. And yes, it was quite the sensation: adrenaline rushed through her veins, her heart pounded inside, and a striking headache took hold over her head. But it was better than being on the edge, at least in her opinion... and her aura had a special trait:
It would push Wyndra into 'Reverse' as well. Immediately, she would feel it overtake her head, and go through many, but not all, of the same symptoms. But Glacia still stepped forward, and, carefully, moved to press a palm against the Tropius' side. "Now. Look up. Up to the sky, and focus on the one thing that makes you the most angry."
The Weavile's words were careful, not trying to set off Wyndra again. "... When you have that... picture it. Make it the only thing in your head. And then blast it with your strongest attack."
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