IC log 1
[Hey, this is my first in-character post on this journal. Well, I mean, possible role-play type...thing. Hope you join, childchampion, because he's been looking for Dawn for a while now, just to confirm a few things. Rather short on my part, but hope it gives you enough to respond to!]
Even after all this time, the dream, what she said, still plagued him. She said it was beautiful, the flames, the crushing white vortex, descending lower and lower, melting the city. The water Pokémon cracking like a dried river and bursting apart as dust. That was what the Galactic grunt remembered the most. Their organs as mud, burned through and through.
Dawn couldn't mean that.
Rivai stayed away from the Central Meeting Area, knowing it was unlikely she'd be there, but without a wide open space he felt lost. His usual swagger vanished. His smug expression faltered. And he worried.
The forest around him was beautiful, to be sure. Lush and vibrant, lots of color, but he didn't care for it. Crushed flowers, kicked a mushroom he'd nearly tripped over, tore off any leaves and broke off any branches that got in his way. All he succeeded in doing was scaring himself, an---
WUMF.
---And tripping over a log.
"Goddamnit..."