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bravenewworld2015-06-06 12:10 pm
hallacious) wrote in bravenewworld2015-06-06 12:10 pm
3rd Order; action
[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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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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she couldn't remember ever feeling so horrified as she had been by the revelation of the Magi's experiments. nor so helpless. they won, they suceeded, but... somehow, something about the victory still feels hollow. Sanctuary is free in spite of the odds, and it seems all of Union's forces returned alive, even if not completely unscathed, but...
she's been throwing herself into her training since she returned from Sanctuary. is it an escape from thinking about the night's events? a way to work through them? or a promise to herself of "next time, i will be stronger"?
she doesn't know.
in any case, she's taking a rare break from her training regimen to go for a brisk walk herself. as always, Ezzie, her faithful Meowstic, is by her side, but when Pearl spots Ishimaru's familiar profile, she stops short. she remembers hearing his voice over the radio that night, feeling her heart rise into her throat at the danger he and all the others were in. then she chides herself. he's alive, after all.
though clearly not completely unharmed. she approaches him slowly, clearing her throat to announce her presence. ]
Hello, Mr. Ishimaru. It's good to see you.
[ her smile is smaller than usual, and more tentative, but no less genuine. ]
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He has to do it for all of them.
It's not that Ishimaru doesn't place considerable importance on passion, or emotions in general. It's just that expressing his own struggles was never easy to begin with, and he couldn't bear to pointlessly go on and on to someone who would hardly be interested to begin with. For the longest time, he'd wanted a friend to confide in like that. He'd wanted a friend to be by his side through thick and thin, to share good times and bad, a friend who he wouldn't feel horribly selfish confiding in.
He doesn't know if that's normal for someone his age, so he bottles that up too.
You can only bottle so much up for so long before something starts to leak out. Maybe it already was, given how prone he is to spontaneous bursts of crying, but this is deeper than that.]
...good afternoon, Fey-kun!
[He tries to force a smile, but it's obviously half-hearted and comes with a short sigh.]
Have you been faring well lately?
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I have not been doing too badly, thank you. Although I have had a lot to think about, since... everything that happened in that city.
[ she's sure she doesn't need to elaborate. Ishimaru had been right in the thick of things, after all. ]