Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE When: May 29 - 31 Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY Log:
[Takatora's never felt at such a loss for what to do as he does right now, except for perhaps when he'd first heard about the forest and had yet to meet Ryouma. Ryouma had managed to give him hope that somehow they could survive, but for that brief time... the feeling in his heart was the same as it is now. What are the chances he can change anything? He's not even sure if he'll be alive when he returns to his own world, or if he'll ever be able to go back.
It really does hurt, to think of all the sacrifices he'd made and all the time he'd spent trying to save the world. ... and this is how it ends, with all of his work being for nothing. Nearly half of his life wasted.]
... I'm sorry, Mitsuzane.
[Takatora's not even sure what he's apologizing for, but he feels like his brother needs to hear it. At the very least, maybe he's apologizing for never being there for his brother in the first place. Maybe that would have changed things, somehow.]
... You're not the one who did this. These were my choices. It's my responsibility to bear the consequences for them. I don't know what happens to make us leave this place or come back... but if there's anything left when I get back home, it'll be my responsibility to bear it. I've been trying to keep myself busy and out of trouble here as much as I can, and to try to help other people not make the same sorts of mistakes I did... but it's not enough. Nothing ever will be.
[He pulls away a little, gently, and looks at Isamu, half a smile on his lips.]
At least I have Pokemon that are better at being heroes than I ever could be. Isn't that right, Isamu?
[The Lucario straightens up, looking somewhat pleased with himself - and the change in his Trainer's aura.]
[Takatora listens, even though he doesn't know what to say. He gives Mitsuzane's body one last, firm hug before releasing him, though the touch doesn't feel anything like it might have when they were younger. It's as though all of the affection has been taken out of the action and he's doing it more out of obligation than anything else.
Now that the two are apart, Sylveon whines softly and pads back to Takatora, lightly pawing at his leg to be picked back up. He can tell his trainer is still very sad and wants to help him, somehow.]
Do you feel it's helped you, being here?
[Takatora doesn't look down at Sylveon, but he does put one hand back down to his side, which Sylveon gratefully accepts by wrapping one of his feelers around it and pressing his body against Takatora's leg.]
... I think so. I've been trying to help people as much as I can. The right way, I mean.
[He does have his obligations to Team Rocket, but breaking from them right now would just be foolish - and possibly dangerous.]
There are some people who... understand more than I could have imagined. They don't know everything that happened, of course, but... some of them know enough. And Isamu and another one of my Pokemon tend to drag me back whenever I start to get off track. Training them is... interesting, and somewhat humbling in other ways. They can be extremely powerful and extremely intelligent. Even the smallest of them are much smarter than any sort of animal I've ever seen at home.
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It really does hurt, to think of all the sacrifices he'd made and all the time he'd spent trying to save the world. ... and this is how it ends, with all of his work being for nothing. Nearly half of his life wasted.]
... I'm sorry, Mitsuzane.
[Takatora's not even sure what he's apologizing for, but he feels like his brother needs to hear it. At the very least, maybe he's apologizing for never being there for his brother in the first place. Maybe that would have changed things, somehow.]
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[He pulls away a little, gently, and looks at Isamu, half a smile on his lips.]
At least I have Pokemon that are better at being heroes than I ever could be. Isn't that right, Isamu?
[The Lucario straightens up, looking somewhat pleased with himself - and the change in his Trainer's aura.]
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Now that the two are apart, Sylveon whines softly and pads back to Takatora, lightly pawing at his leg to be picked back up. He can tell his trainer is still very sad and wants to help him, somehow.]
Do you feel it's helped you, being here?
[Takatora doesn't look down at Sylveon, but he does put one hand back down to his side, which Sylveon gratefully accepts by wrapping one of his feelers around it and pressing his body against Takatora's leg.]
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[He does have his obligations to Team Rocket, but breaking from them right now would just be foolish - and possibly dangerous.]
There are some people who... understand more than I could have imagined. They don't know everything that happened, of course, but... some of them know enough. And Isamu and another one of my Pokemon tend to drag me back whenever I start to get off track. Training them is... interesting, and somewhat humbling in other ways. They can be extremely powerful and extremely intelligent. Even the smallest of them are much smarter than any sort of animal I've ever seen at home.