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route_10652015-06-03 10:07 pm
armoredsoul) wrote in route_10652015-06-03 10:07 pm
You were my best friend
Who: Alphonse Elric and Wrath
Where: Ilex Forest
When: Monday, June 1st
Summary: Old walls are finally crumbling down
Rating: PG
Log:
Alphonse felt oddly groggy when he woke up that morning, curled up in the roots of a massive tree in a forest...somewhere. He's definitely far off the designated trails, but some kind twist of fate left Al a pack of supplies and an old red coat, though if it's Ed's old one or Al's later copy he can't tell. The sight of the weather-beaten garment leaves an ache in his chest, but it can't be helped.
Apparently some wishes just can't be granted.
Al stands and stretches out the kinks in his back, sighing and pulling out a Pokeball from his belt. "Alright, Clara, time to go find our way back to Olivi--"
...that isn't Clara.
A few text messages and several hours later finds Al hiking through the woods trying to find his way onto an actual trail. He's resigned himself to a few days worth of rough living, but he's starting to wonder if he's found the one stretch of actual hard terrain that exists in Johto. He's seen nothing but Pokemon and trees, and usually there's at least a few other trainers hiking along the routes. He can't be that far off the beaten path, can he?
Where: Ilex Forest
When: Monday, June 1st
Summary: Old walls are finally crumbling down
Rating: PG
Log:
Alphonse felt oddly groggy when he woke up that morning, curled up in the roots of a massive tree in a forest...somewhere. He's definitely far off the designated trails, but some kind twist of fate left Al a pack of supplies and an old red coat, though if it's Ed's old one or Al's later copy he can't tell. The sight of the weather-beaten garment leaves an ache in his chest, but it can't be helped.
Apparently some wishes just can't be granted.
Al stands and stretches out the kinks in his back, sighing and pulling out a Pokeball from his belt. "Alright, Clara, time to go find our way back to Olivi--"
...that isn't Clara.
A few text messages and several hours later finds Al hiking through the woods trying to find his way onto an actual trail. He's resigned himself to a few days worth of rough living, but he's starting to wonder if he's found the one stretch of actual hard terrain that exists in Johto. He's seen nothing but Pokemon and trees, and usually there's at least a few other trainers hiking along the routes. He can't be that far off the beaten path, can he?
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While Eddie growls and takes another Crunch out of the tangled vines of the arm, Jack and Jill finally find their footing again. Jill blasts it with Psychic while Jack...stares at it...very intensely. Meowstic Charm attacks, everyone. Lisa, finally down on the ground again, lets out a furious bellow and blasts herself into the thing's midsection with Flare Blitz.
Meanwhile, Al hauls Wrath up into his arms and carries him over to where the rest of his Pokemon are huddled in fear. He needs to make sure they're okay, now that the tide of the battle is turning.
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Once Wrath is let down, Sleepy chirrups in concern and immediately starts to lick at his scraped knees. Wrath barely notices. He flops right there on the ground, eyes wide. His heart feels like it's about to come right out of his chest.
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"Wrath, it's gonna be okay. It's not going to hurt you, we're driving it off! I'll keep you safe!"
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But Al's words do seem to get through at least, and his eyes slide over to stare at the older boy over his shoulder, even as he continues to pant shallowly. Thankfully, it starts to slow before it heads into hyperventilation territory.
"... hh.... h'you..."
... Still too out of breath to talk properly, though.
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Al wraps an arm around Wrath's shoulders, smiling gently despite the HORRIBLE BATTLE RAGING BEHIND THEM. Lisa's roars are sounding pretty confident, he's not worried.
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But considering that prior to this exact moment in time, his reaction would have been to scream angry epithets, that's a good thing.
Wordlessly, he wraps his arms around Sleepy and draws her close, still panting.
Safe.
What a strange concept.
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Through the combined efforts of their Pokemon, the great emperor of the forest had been sent back to its tangled, overgrown hibernation for the next hundred years or so.
They don't make a bad team after all.