3rd Order; action

[hallacious]

[It isn't that unusual to find Ishimaru out for a walk on the weekends, but this time he isn't the one leading the pack. Truthfully, he hasn't been acting quite the same ever since he came back from Sanctuary. Worry lines were creased deep into his forehead, dark bags became more prevalent under his eyes, and even in class he seemed distant, far away. If he'd been sleeping at all, it hadn't been well. Some part of the prefect just seemed fundamentally broken, and it's clear he's been trying to pick himself up, but to no success.

His Blaziken and his Watchog have taken that initiative for him this time, trying to cheer their trainer up. Even his usually curious and impulsive Blaziken was hanging back just a little, holding Ishimaru's hand gently in his talon and guiding him along. Watchog is perhaps a little less on-task, occasionally running off as she spots a candy wrapper in a trash bin, but her trainer seems too drained to properly discipline her.

In the end, it had been Yukiko's evolution that saved them - not the efforts and passions of an ordinary man, but the epitome of natural, in-born talent, the kind he could never hope to gain. And as grateful as he is for her sacrifice, to be alive, as grateful as he is that everyone else is alive, there's a voice in the back of his mind telling him he failed. Failed his city, failed his family, but most of all, failed everything he believes in. That's not even taking into account the atrocities committed by Sanctuary, those horrors he can barely stand to stomach, wildly different than any of his first impressions of the place.

War leaves a lot to weigh on your mind.]

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[hallacious]

[Blaziken squawks in protest. Hey, you don't know my life!

An...art museum?

[Unfortunately for Yosuke, Ishimaru does seem interested in this place.]

I suppose it's worth looking at, at the very least...

[He beckons for his Pokémon to follow him inside, Watchog seeming just as unenthusiastic as you'd expect with her attention span.]

[punchesyu]

[He stands with Watchog on this one. There's nothing interesting about a museum, at all.]

You're seriously interested in this boring ass place?

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Fine....

[He follows, not excited, but he can't just ditch the guy.] I hope there's some way out there stuff in here that makes it worth it.

[hallacious]

There's nothing boring about this place! After all, to appreciate art is to develop the heart, as they say.

[Blaziken gives Yosuke a look that almost seems smug. Watchog, on the other hand, is not appreciating the joy of artwork as much as her trainer, hanging by Yosuke looking for something at least a little less boring than this, perhaps tugging on his pant leg a little. To be fair, Blaziken doesn't seem too personally engaged himself, but Ishimaru takes great interest in the older paintings in the gallery, a little pep coming back to his step.]

[punchesyu]

[He glances down to the poor Watchog tugging at his pant leg. He speaks to it in a hushed whisper.]

Yeah, I know buddy, but I guess if it makes him happy...

[Wow that Blaziken is sassing him, he can tell. He pulls an exasperated face at it.]

How the hell do you appreciate this stuff? I mean, some of it looks cool and all but that's about it.