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Ok, so.

Apparently feeding it Tera Shards might help.

Maybe if I track that Pidgey down again?

#avatar of tmyrak #terastal reclamation #pokemon unreality #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pkmn blog #pokeblr

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Attached is a mysterious video.

A young light-brown-haired girl vaguely faces the camera. At first glance, her eyes appear green. But at a second, they're actually swirling with Blue and Yellow.

Her voice is distorted.

"What do you want?"

A voice from offscreen speaks.

"... What are you? You're not Mia."

"Oh? Of course I am. I am her, she is me, we are one!"

"Like hell you are. What did you do to her!?"

The shadow? cackles, giving way to uproarious laughter.

"I Ate Her."

Silence, before whatever this thing is begins laughing once more.

The camera pans over to face the other speaker. A person with red-brown hair, on their knees, seemingly in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. Nicole. I thought I could help..."

They sigh, as they get to their feet.

"No. I will help. Even if I can't save Mia. I'll at least get you the closure you need."

They cry out in pain, as they collapse to the floor again, and a voice rings out

"That's right. Your journey isn't over."

They claw at their body desperately, in vain. As if trying to tear something away.

"You search, no end in sight."

The shadow-like thing watches, partly confused, partly intrigued, as they try to get up again, only to collapse once more

"These depths you have plunged yourself into. They threaten to swallow you whole"

The ground begins to rumble.

"Are you prepared to fight?"

"Yes. I am."

"Then I offer you a Contract. Sealed in blood, I offer my aid; my power."

A stone bowl rises from the ground before them. Within it is a ceremonial dagger.

"I am thou, thou art I; You know what you must do."

They lift the blade, and silently looks at it, as they hold their other arm over the bowl. With a swift movement, they slice their arm, allowing blood to spill into the bowl.

As the blood flows, it swirls in the bowl. It then rises into the air, in a large swirling sphere. The blood scatters, as a pair of swords appear in their hands. Both clearly of Japanese style. A Daishō.

Where the Blood had been, there was now a woman with long, wet black hair, which clings to her face, neck and body. On her back, is a wooden statue of a man in a sitting position. In her left hand, she holds a large draconic skull, larger than she is, and in her right hand, she holds a single-edged Tantō.

"So. This is what they meant by a Persona, huh? Thank you, Tokoyo."

The Shadow? Cackles again, as a pair of Shadows appear, and it walks away.

"Bufu!" They shout as Tokoyo unleashes a blast of icy energy at one of the Shadows, before they slash it cleanly in half.

The other Shadow slashes at their back, but is promptly beheaded by Tokyo's blade afterwards.

The video distorts, and ends.

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Still. Noone else should have to go through that...

Musharna Mail.

A nightmare. It's not yours.

You stand in a park, talking to your father. At your side is a blonde-haired boy. A shadow looms over your father. But before you can warn him, he's on the ground, the beast tearing into his flesh. His head rolls away. Towards you.

You stumble backwards. And watch as your father's body almost looks like it's going to pull itself up.

You feel a hand grab yours.

"Isohiri! We need to run!"

You turn. And the pair of you run as fast as your legs will take you.

Running, running, until the dream fades out.

...

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It's ok. I'm. More worried about mine getting sent out...

Musharna Mail A nightmare. It isn't yours.

It started innocently enough. Your best friend and partner complaining about his back feeling weird wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He was dramatic, and you were used to it. So you didn't think much of it.

Until he said that a wound reopened. An old one. You were there when he got it, you knew how old it was. Why was it open? There was no reason-

And then someone said Ultra Radiation. And he said it wasn't closing. The pressure wasn't helping. You got up immediately, headed to the bathroom, and you saw just how much it was bleeding.

You did the sensible thing at first, bandage, pressure, first aid. You were damn good at first aid.

It wasn't enough. The flow wouldn't stop. You realized you needed to do something, something drastic, and quickly.

You push aside how scared doing this made you, how afraid you were of the others seeing this, and you put all the energy you could into healing him. You could feel it eating you, like you were pouring yourself out into him. Playing an endless game of whack a mole with wounds, refilling his blood over and over from your own powers, getting energy through drinks, food, the air, anything if it meant keeping him alive.

You think you lost some weight there, some of yourself, and it went on for far too long. Both him and the bathroom are covered in blood. Two...maybe three times what would have killed him to lose. He said he was scared a few times, passed out once, but finally...finally it was over and he was fine. He was alive. He didn't have any symptoms of blood loss.

The relief hits you at the same time as you hit the floor.

T-Toxx...?

Nnno I donwanna lose hiim.

I'msorry,,

Pleasebeok.

Oh no.

Oh fuck no no no no no

Does this mean someone's been sent one of mine again???

#avatar of solas #pokemon unreality #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pkmn blog #pokeblr

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...

I'm. Sorry you had to see that.

Musharna Mail.

A nightmare. It's not yours.

You stand in a park, talking to your father. At your side is a blonde-haired boy. A shadow looms over your father. But before you can warn him, he's on the ground, the beast tearing into his flesh. His head rolls away. Towards you.

You stumble backwards. And watch as your father's body almost looks like it's going to pull itself up.

You feel a hand grab yours.

"Isohiri! We need to run!"

You turn. And the pair of you run as fast as your legs will take you.

Running, running, until the dream fades out.

...

#avatar of solas #pokemon unreality #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pokeblogging #pokeblr

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Musharna Mail A nightmare. It isn't yours.

It started innocently enough. Your best friend and partner complaining about his back feeling weird wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He was dramatic, and you were used to it. So you didn't think much of it.

Until he said that a wound reopened. An old one. You were there when he got it, you knew how old it was. Why was it open? There was no reason-

And then someone said Ultra Radiation. And he said it wasn't closing. The pressure wasn't helping. You got up immediately, headed to the bathroom, and you saw just how much it was bleeding.

You did the sensible thing at first, bandage, pressure, first aid. You were damn good at first aid.

It wasn't enough. The flow wouldn't stop. You realized you needed to do something, something drastic, and quickly.

You push aside how scared doing this made you, how afraid you were of the others seeing this, and you put all the energy you could into healing him. You could feel it eating you, like you were pouring yourself out into him. Playing an endless game of whack a mole with wounds, refilling his blood over and over from your own powers, getting energy through drinks, food, the air, anything if it meant keeping him alive.

You think you lost some weight there, some of yourself, and it went on for far too long. Both him and the bathroom are covered in blood. Two...maybe three times what would have killed him to lose. He said he was scared a few times, passed out once, but finally...finally it was over and he was fine. He was alive. He didn't have any symptoms of blood loss.

The relief hits you at the same time as you hit the floor.

T-Toxx...?

Nnno I donwanna lose hiim.

I'msorry,,

Pleasebeok.

Oh no.

Oh fuck no no no no no

Does this mean someone's been sent one of mine again???

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Alright. Back from the TV.

We're gonna get back home, then I might get back to the whole Terapagos thing.

That world seems like a good option for Training.

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Yeah. Also, it's a Pokémon Centre, so there's kids around the place sometimes.

Welp. Cya.

Pelipper Maill:

A set of three pillows

@suddenlyauntiemaya

Maya, I have nowhere to put these!

I'm still at work!

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality

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I think it's best to just get it over with as soon as possible. Their primary thought would be "I don't want to be here", and I don't think the pillows will change that. It's just another unfamiliar object. That would smell like so many other Pokémon, and things used for treatment, if we were to use it for that.

However. Maybe, there'd be somewhere they can be put for us to look at or something. For us, rather than the patients.

Pelipper Maill:

A set of three pillows

@suddenlyauntiemaya

Maya, I have nowhere to put these!

I'm still at work!

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality

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...

Knowing my luck with the Pelipper, Something's gonna end up broken if I do that.

Pelipper Maill:

A set of three pillows

@suddenlyauntiemaya

Maya, I have nowhere to put these!

I'm still at work!

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality

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Pelipper Maill:

A set of three pillows

@suddenlyauntiemaya

Maya, I have nowhere to put these!

I'm still at work!

#avatar of solas #answered #pokemon unreality #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pkmn blog #pokeblr

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Attached is a mysterious video.

It opens with a view of a blonde-haired boy, limp on the floor. A robed figure props him up, tying him to a frame, in a ceremonious fashion.

People watch from the pews.

The robed woman pulls out a ceremonial dagger, and begins to speak.

She speaks of Saol taking something away, because people weren't devoted enough. That for the good of all, she had to become to Avatar of Saol.

"Let this be proof of my devotion to our lord." She says, moving to plunch the blade into her unconscious victim.

A man appears abruptly, with no warning or herald. The knife pierces his abdomen.

The robed priest gasps in shock, tearing the knife out, before trying to stab him again, aiming for his heart.

"How dare you inter-"

He grabs her arm, and snaps it with ease. She cries out on pain, as the bloodied dagger clatters to the floor.

He grabs her by the throat, lifting her off the ground as she struggles.

"You call this your devotion? Saol is disgusted by your actions. If your devotion would drive you to murder your own child, you cannot call yourself a follower of Life."

The others stand abruptly, various magical effects appearing around them.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You wouldn't want to hit your wretch of a leader, would you?"

The video starts glitching, as the magical effects die down, the cultists unsure of what to do.

"That's what I thought."

His voice distorts, as the video starts violently glitching, and the visuals cut out halfway through.

"Aldeiaol Emahruu: Ehreiil Vapwyulmin Iaiitos"

The visuals glitch and rapidly flash between depictions of eyes, tendrils, slithering snakes, the church and the terrified face of the head priest.

"Kulvriei Emahruu: Mrndul Ftashliin"

With no visuals, terrified screams ring out, until they each die out to silence.

The visuals return several seconds after the screams stop, depicting the man holding the waking boy in his arms.

"It's going to be okay."

"Who are you...?"

"Alden Enruus. I'm getting you out of here."

"But I was..."

"Don't worry. It's okay now."

He holds the child to his chest, as he walks away.

The video cuts out, and ends.

#mysterious video #pokemon unreality #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pkmn blog #pokeblr #cult tw #blood mention

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I mean. It's usually a bit of a snuggle pile when we sleep.

Musharna Mail.

A nightmare. It's not yours.

You stand in a park, talking to your father. At your side is a blonde-haired boy. A shadow looms over your father. But before you can warn him, he's on the ground, the beast tearing into his flesh. His head rolls away. Towards you.

You stumble backwards. And watch as your father's body almost looks like it's going to pull itself up.

You feel a hand grab yours.

"Isohiri! We need to run!"

You turn. And the pair of you run as fast as your legs will take you.

Running, running, until the dream fades out.

*Maya has dozed off on the train ride back to Kalos. Can't blame her, with the abrupt chaos of the weekend. She has crossed her arms on the table in front of her and laid her head down on them...*

...

...

..-!

*Her eye fly open and she jerks slightly but freezes in her position otherwise, her heart pounding*

...Isohiri? ...Oh. Hn.

*She checks the time on her phone briefly; a little less than an hour to go. Maya resettles herself some and puts her head back down. She doubts she'll get back to sleep, but at least some rest...*

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality

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We can't. And there's no need to anyway.

Musharna Mail.

A nightmare. It's not yours.

You stand in a park, talking to your father. At your side is a blonde-haired boy. A shadow looms over your father. But before you can warn him, he's on the ground, the beast tearing into his flesh. His head rolls away. Towards you.

You stumble backwards. And watch as your father's body almost looks like it's going to pull itself up.

You feel a hand grab yours.

"Isohiri! We need to run!"

You turn. And the pair of you run as fast as your legs will take you.

Running, running, until the dream fades out.

*Maya has dozed off on the train ride back to Kalos. Can't blame her, with the abrupt chaos of the weekend. She has crossed her arms on the table in front of her and laid her head down on them...*

...

...

..-!

*Her eye fly open and she jerks slightly but freezes in her position otherwise, her heart pounding*

...Isohiri? ...Oh. Hn.

*She checks the time on her phone briefly; a little less than an hour to go. Maya resettles herself some and puts her head back down. She doubts she'll get back to sleep, but at least some rest...*

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality

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I'm fine!

Musharna Mail.

A nightmare. It's not yours.

You stand in a park, talking to your father. At your side is a blonde-haired boy. A shadow looms over your father. But before you can warn him, he's on the ground, the beast tearing into his flesh. His head rolls away. Towards you.

You stumble backwards. And watch as your father's body almost looks like it's going to pull itself up.

You feel a hand grab yours.

"Isohiri! We need to run!"

You turn. And the pair of you run as fast as your legs will take you.

Running, running, until the dream fades out.

*Maya has dozed off on the train ride back to Kalos. Can't blame her, with the abrupt chaos of the weekend. She has crossed her arms on the table in front of her and laid her head down on them...*

...

...

..-!

*Her eye fly open and she jerks slightly but freezes in her position otherwise, her heart pounding*

...Isohiri? ...Oh. Hn.

*She checks the time on her phone briefly; a little less than an hour to go. Maya resettles herself some and puts her head back down. She doubts she'll get back to sleep, but at least some rest...*

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality

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We're at work...

Musharna Mail.

A nightmare. It's not yours.

You stand in a park, talking to your father. At your side is a blonde-haired boy. A shadow looms over your father. But before you can warn him, he's on the ground, the beast tearing into his flesh. His head rolls away. Towards you.

You stumble backwards. And watch as your father's body almost looks like it's going to pull itself up.

You feel a hand grab yours.

"Isohiri! We need to run!"

You turn. And the pair of you run as fast as your legs will take you.

Running, running, until the dream fades out.

*Maya has dozed off on the train ride back to Kalos. Can't blame her, with the abrupt chaos of the weekend. She has crossed her arms on the table in front of her and laid her head down on them...*

...

...

..-!

*Her eye fly open and she jerks slightly but freezes in her position otherwise, her heart pounding*

...Isohiri? ...Oh. Hn.

*She checks the time on her phone briefly; a little less than an hour to go. Maya resettles herself some and puts her head back down. She doubts she'll get back to sleep, but at least some rest...*

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality

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Heh. Toxx has those duties too, sometimes.

I'm alright though.

Musharna Mail.

A nightmare. It's not yours.

You stand in a park, talking to your father. At your side is a blonde-haired boy. A shadow looms over your father. But before you can warn him, he's on the ground, the beast tearing into his flesh. His head rolls away. Towards you.

You stumble backwards. And watch as your father's body almost looks like it's going to pull itself up.

You feel a hand grab yours.

"Isohiri! We need to run!"

You turn. And the pair of you run as fast as your legs will take you.

Running, running, until the dream fades out.

*Maya has dozed off on the train ride back to Kalos. Can't blame her, with the abrupt chaos of the weekend. She has crossed her arms on the table in front of her and laid her head down on them...*

...

...

..-!

*Her eye fly open and she jerks slightly but freezes in her position otherwise, her heart pounding*

...Isohiri? ...Oh. Hn.

*She checks the time on her phone briefly; a little less than an hour to go. Maya resettles herself some and puts her head back down. She doubts she'll get back to sleep, but at least some rest...*

#avatar of solas #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon unreality