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bravenewworld2016-02-05 10:36 am
miracle_miko) wrote in bravenewworld2016-02-05 10:36 am
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[ The days prior to Kyurem's attack on the city left Sanae out of sorts. While she was no stranger to fending off gods by this point--a thought that was still strange and a bit chilling to her--this was different.
Heatran never made it to Citadel. These attacks never struck so close to home before, figuratively and literally.
There was so much that went wrong during that short amount of time. The theater was in shambles, and there were injured among the staff; innocent people who knew nothing about battle, caught up in the shuffle and hurt due to the Divine Defense Force's oversight. Takuto was hurt, badly, and while he seemed to be healing up just fine, the fact that he sustained his injuries defending her... stung, to say the least.
More than that, she had actions to answer to. Mercy killing was not something that was looked down upon in the Citadel, especially on the battlefield. It was seen as a sign of respect, an act of charity for one suffering to end their life. But Union was different, and yet...
And yet...
During her work restoring the theater, or helping those who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire, the young priestess seemed distracted at best. She didn't speak much, and many of her actions were executed purely from muscle memory. She made few mistakes, but even in her daze, she was likely to miss something.
Even around town, fetching supplies, shopping for food--even just getting away--she was almost like a ghost of her usual, chipper self. She paid her respects at the Hikawa shrine often, praying for those lost that day. It still stung. From time to time, she would seek out familiar faces, be they people from Citadel, or those familiar faces from the city that welcomed her and called her one of them. Could she still say she was?
She felt like she could do nothing; and what she did do cast her as an outsider, someone who was not welcome here. She wasn't sure what to do... ]
Heatran never made it to Citadel. These attacks never struck so close to home before, figuratively and literally.
There was so much that went wrong during that short amount of time. The theater was in shambles, and there were injured among the staff; innocent people who knew nothing about battle, caught up in the shuffle and hurt due to the Divine Defense Force's oversight. Takuto was hurt, badly, and while he seemed to be healing up just fine, the fact that he sustained his injuries defending her... stung, to say the least.
More than that, she had actions to answer to. Mercy killing was not something that was looked down upon in the Citadel, especially on the battlefield. It was seen as a sign of respect, an act of charity for one suffering to end their life. But Union was different, and yet...
And yet...
During her work restoring the theater, or helping those who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire, the young priestess seemed distracted at best. She didn't speak much, and many of her actions were executed purely from muscle memory. She made few mistakes, but even in her daze, she was likely to miss something.
Even around town, fetching supplies, shopping for food--even just getting away--she was almost like a ghost of her usual, chipper self. She paid her respects at the Hikawa shrine often, praying for those lost that day. It still stung. From time to time, she would seek out familiar faces, be they people from Citadel, or those familiar faces from the city that welcomed her and called her one of them. Could she still say she was?
She felt like she could do nothing; and what she did do cast her as an outsider, someone who was not welcome here. She wasn't sure what to do... ]
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...I did something terrible, I think. I mean, I didn't think so at first, which is probably terrible too, but...
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There was a Steelix, being controlled by one of the Ever Grande soldiers. It got pinned under a building, and we couldn't help it... I wanted to help it, but even if we gave it something to help heal it, it wouldn't have helped...
[ Sanae lowered her head. Rise was smart, she could probably figure it out. ]
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[Her first impulse - one she represses, for once, is to recoil in horror. She can't help it. The very idea of what Sanae is implying is anathema to how she was raised, and a thousand lectures and lessons in her memory queue up to be unloaded on Sanae. Rise's arm tenses for a second...]
[...but what would any of that do, other than hurt someone? Rise thinks back to those few moments when she Mega-Evolved, when she could hear all the pain and all the fear around her at once. It's impossible for someone to feel all of that and not be left wondering why she was ever mad at anybody for anything less that causing that destruction.]
[So instead of saying anything, she pulls Sanae into a hug.]
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...Rise?
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[She's not looking at Sanae, but she is holding her.]
I'm sorry you both had to go through that. That anyone does.
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Mm-hm.
[ It's quiet, more of a reactionary response than one of any real substance. ]
...Thank you, Rise.
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[This is kind of an awkward question, but she figures Sanae would know, if nothing else.]
...is there anything you guys do for fallen Valkyries or Pokémon? Great Tree priestesses, I mean.
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Usually we have a ceremony at the base of the Great Tree. Their bodies are buried at the roots, so that hey can become a part of it. The priests and priestesses help guide their souls into the afterlife, so that they can return to their long-lost loved ones through prayer, reflection and dance.
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