Forgotten Paths Sporking. Chapter 3
This party is boring.
Mirrors hanged on the walls…draped…hidden.
Draped =/= hidden, kids.
A candle burned before the old man…his…aura of power…
I am the master of ellipses.
Unparallel abilities…grave responsibility…unspeakable loss…
I invoke my cosmic power of ellipses!
The voice spoke again.
“Have you come to mock our fall…? You foresaw this…”
Who’s that guy?
“No…”
Who’s this guy?
A raspy voice responded…mature, cold and dark. The voice had the tone of an equal…with a hint of remorse.
“I came to set things straight…”
“They used to be gay, Phil!”
Countering the dark voice came the old man’s wisp of thought, “Then kill me…isn’t that what you want… Your power…complete?”
“Tempting as it is…in your hands, it is in much safer place. I have come to warn you,” the shadow responded.
Just say something about sealing power and we’ll be better.
The entity turned in his place, smiling bitterly, as his voice echoed, “There is much to worry about…not much to do.”
Kill yourself.
“That will change…”
“Our time is done Darkrai!” the old man whispered.
Darkrai?
Yes, Darkrai.
Dropping with heavy sweat, I woke up with a lurch in my stomach.
A bad technique is to insert visions and not differentiate between the seer and the events.
My sharp inhale broke the silence on my room, as I coughed repeatedly.
That man…what did he mean? Who is he?
Do I care?
“Do not put yourself in the road, Saif,” Ielas told me later. Oddly, in my confusion, I agreed. The strange winds bore ill feelings.
“Let’s go out for a walk,” he suggested. I turned to him, lifting my eyebows, “What do you mean?”
“Let’s go out for a walk,” he repeated blankly. I smiled weakly, then rose up, as he elaborated. “It’ll feel good.”
We walked alongside the fence to the head of the ship, where we saw Alex, Katherine and Mark sitting on a free bench, speaking, I motioned at Gardevoir and he nodded, and we sneaked behind them, and I heard their conversation, it was about me.
“I think we should just leave him alone…he has become pessimistic after the…accident and he just needs time”
That was Alex, and then Katherine spoke sulkily:
“He just needs a boost…he loves Pokémon and the only way to get better is to fight or something…”
Mark fell silent and spoke, as if regretting something:
“Well…just yesterday he saw a yellow imaginary…I thought it was best to let it go…it could remember him of…you know.”
Katherine went mad, “what? Why have not you catch it for him! I bet it could have made him better!”
“How could I know? He became unpredictable”
Would he give up a rare Pokémon for me? That is a surprise…
Alex hunched on the fence and spoke once more:
“All people who prefer psychic Pokémon are…I don’t know what he dislikes in fighting Pokémon…I love them”
Mark laughed, “How unlike you! You love muscular Pokémon and cannot lift a pin!”
“Mark you shouldn't be so mean! He’s just better this way,” Katherine butted in angrily:
Mark said, mimicking the voice of Katherine:
“He’s better in everyday! He is my bubbly boyfwend!”
...
-“Enough, Mark you are so…inconsiderate!”
Mark is a meanie!
-“I’m just having fun…can’t you guys take a laugh? You’re becoming Saif-like”
I spoke this time, with a smirk, “Then they are lucky”
They tuned thunderstruck, then as they saw Gardevoir out of his Pokéball they smiled:
“So you got over it?”
-“I just needed a boost”
Katherine laughed and responded at Mark, casting her emerald eyes at the darkening sea: “See? I’m supposed to be the psychic guy around here”
“Yeah I see…except you’ll be a psychic gal, and by loving Alex you became a psycho, not psychic…”
I laughed as Alex frowned and reached for his belt:
“Mark, show me what you got without words…but with Pokémon!”
“Blah, choke up something that could really stand up for you…like…”
Mark gave an imitation of throwing a Pokéball and shouted with a smile:
“Go Katherine!”
I smirked, as Alex frowned, and tore his Pokéball from his belt, “You’ve gone too far!”
Mark laughed jokingly as he saw Alex’s hostile defend saying:
“Hey I’m just kidding, and anyway I don’t have my Pokémon, I left them at a universal PC, to get my three when we reach one at Sinnoh,” he said, leaning back on the rail. “Besides…I can beat you with my eyes closed, my hands tied behind my back, my mouth glued to the floor, and also without a Pokémon…no, with a Magikarp’s splash attack, and moreover, I’ll be half-sleeping, too. I’ll also be clipping my nails-”
“Why you arrogant-”
I walked away, giving a glance at Katherine, who was muffling a laugh.
As I turned around a corner, I saw Mark give a joking jab at Alex…I smiled at his pokes; he always lightened up the mood.
True freedom…is that what my mind is beseeching me.
I am just sick. I jumped doing this because I lost the strength. Be innovative.
Mirrors hanged on the walls…draped…hidden.
Draped =/= hidden, kids.
A candle burned before the old man…his…aura of power…
I am the master of ellipses.
Unparallel abilities…grave responsibility…unspeakable loss…
I invoke my cosmic power of ellipses!
The voice spoke again.
“Have you come to mock our fall…? You foresaw this…”
Who’s that guy?
“No…”
Who’s this guy?
A raspy voice responded…mature, cold and dark. The voice had the tone of an equal…with a hint of remorse.
“I came to set things straight…”
“They used to be gay, Phil!”
Countering the dark voice came the old man’s wisp of thought, “Then kill me…isn’t that what you want… Your power…complete?”
“Tempting as it is…in your hands, it is in much safer place. I have come to warn you,” the shadow responded.
Just say something about sealing power and we’ll be better.
The entity turned in his place, smiling bitterly, as his voice echoed, “There is much to worry about…not much to do.”
Kill yourself.
“That will change…”
“Our time is done Darkrai!” the old man whispered.
Darkrai?
Yes, Darkrai.
Dropping with heavy sweat, I woke up with a lurch in my stomach.
A bad technique is to insert visions and not differentiate between the seer and the events.
My sharp inhale broke the silence on my room, as I coughed repeatedly.
That man…what did he mean? Who is he?
Do I care?
“Do not put yourself in the road, Saif,” Ielas told me later. Oddly, in my confusion, I agreed. The strange winds bore ill feelings.
“Let’s go out for a walk,” he suggested. I turned to him, lifting my eyebows, “What do you mean?”
“Let’s go out for a walk,” he repeated blankly. I smiled weakly, then rose up, as he elaborated. “It’ll feel good.”
We walked alongside the fence to the head of the ship, where we saw Alex, Katherine and Mark sitting on a free bench, speaking, I motioned at Gardevoir and he nodded, and we sneaked behind them, and I heard their conversation, it was about me.
“I think we should just leave him alone…he has become pessimistic after the…accident and he just needs time”
That was Alex, and then Katherine spoke sulkily:
“He just needs a boost…he loves Pokémon and the only way to get better is to fight or something…”
Mark fell silent and spoke, as if regretting something:
“Well…just yesterday he saw a yellow imaginary…I thought it was best to let it go…it could remember him of…you know.”
Katherine went mad, “what? Why have not you catch it for him! I bet it could have made him better!”
“How could I know? He became unpredictable”
Would he give up a rare Pokémon for me? That is a surprise…
Alex hunched on the fence and spoke once more:
“All people who prefer psychic Pokémon are…I don’t know what he dislikes in fighting Pokémon…I love them”
Mark laughed, “How unlike you! You love muscular Pokémon and cannot lift a pin!”
“Mark you shouldn't be so mean! He’s just better this way,” Katherine butted in angrily:
Mark said, mimicking the voice of Katherine:
“He’s better in everyday! He is my bubbly boyfwend!”
...
-“Enough, Mark you are so…inconsiderate!”
Mark is a meanie!
-“I’m just having fun…can’t you guys take a laugh? You’re becoming Saif-like”
I spoke this time, with a smirk, “Then they are lucky”
They tuned thunderstruck, then as they saw Gardevoir out of his Pokéball they smiled:
“So you got over it?”
-“I just needed a boost”
Katherine laughed and responded at Mark, casting her emerald eyes at the darkening sea: “See? I’m supposed to be the psychic guy around here”
“Yeah I see…except you’ll be a psychic gal, and by loving Alex you became a psycho, not psychic…”
I laughed as Alex frowned and reached for his belt:
“Mark, show me what you got without words…but with Pokémon!”
“Blah, choke up something that could really stand up for you…like…”
Mark gave an imitation of throwing a Pokéball and shouted with a smile:
“Go Katherine!”
I smirked, as Alex frowned, and tore his Pokéball from his belt, “You’ve gone too far!”
Mark laughed jokingly as he saw Alex’s hostile defend saying:
“Hey I’m just kidding, and anyway I don’t have my Pokémon, I left them at a universal PC, to get my three when we reach one at Sinnoh,” he said, leaning back on the rail. “Besides…I can beat you with my eyes closed, my hands tied behind my back, my mouth glued to the floor, and also without a Pokémon…no, with a Magikarp’s splash attack, and moreover, I’ll be half-sleeping, too. I’ll also be clipping my nails-”
“Why you arrogant-”
I walked away, giving a glance at Katherine, who was muffling a laugh.
As I turned around a corner, I saw Mark give a joking jab at Alex…I smiled at his pokes; he always lightened up the mood.
True freedom…is that what my mind is beseeching me.
I am just sick. I jumped doing this because I lost the strength. Be innovative.