09 catches | night | teneka

[lunardancing]

[ Dawn isn't sure when the nightmares start (forever ago, she knows in the back of her mind; since the Distortion World and her first meeting with the Renegade Pokemon and it's anger and bitterness and misery) but she's grateful they come few and far in between, so she can't worry anyone; she's gone weeks with little sleep before and she knows that

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teneka

[hypercarnivore]

[He doesn't even have time to filter his thoughts because holy shit what is that that looks kind of like Lilya's mindfuck trips except a lot more real and what is this what is this --]

Dawn? Dawn!

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[lunardancing]

[ oh god oh god fabian he didn't need to worry about this too--

her reply is in text, which might be a sign of how upset she is. ]

im ok fabain

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[hypercarnivore]

[No you are not. He's smart enough to figure this won't go anywhere, and so sets off to House 10.

You are not getting a say in this Dawn. Sorry.]

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[lunardancing]

[ She's unaware he's on his way, and hopes he's just letting things go (it's a ridiculous hope, she'll admit that later), and sits up against the wall with her knees to her chest, sobbing.

The door to her room is unlocked. ]

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[lunardancing]

itsa_ badd dream

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[lunardancing]

lovewha

no

[teneka]

[cyprian_swan]

Dawn, love?

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[lunardancing]

aphordiite?

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[cyprian_swan]

Are you all right, love?

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[lunardancing]

i_ dont know

teneka;

[solarpurpura]

[Oh. Oh oh oh.]

It's beautiful...

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[lunardancing]

beauitful?

[solarpurpura]

[The teneka catches all of her thoughts on the matter, perhaps putting more detail to her message than would otherwise have been released.]

A powerful elegance, the grace of a serpent, the nimbleness of a spider, the fury of a dragon. A perfect shadow with dark, terrible eyes... Fearsome, and beautiful.

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[lunardancing]

giratina. itsname is giratina

Tenka

[failatskypirate]

[Fun things to do late at night were somewhat far and few between. If asked a few months ago if he could imagine ever running out of things to do in a dream world that often catered to his wishes, he'd adamantly state that such a notion was crazy talk. Yet here he was in a situation like that, growing more and more bored with each passing day

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[lunardancing]

im okay. sorry abuot thta

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[failatskypirate]

It's alright. Whatever all that was; ya seemed pretty freaked out.

[There's a little bit of a pause before another message comes chasing after that one.]

Probably isn't my business -I mean, I've never run into ya before. But it all just seemed really bad... you gonna be alright?

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[lunardancing]

ill be ok .sorry fro worying you