[Narrative post/Finished]
Characters: Jupiter
Time Period: Middle Ages
Location: Outside the Magic Cave
Time of day: Night
Warnings: Um, none?
The violet-haired woman in the skintight bodysuit landed in the grass face-first. For a few seconds, she didn't budge. Then, she registered what position she was in, and that the damp mixture covering her face wasn't exactly a beauty mask.
"EWWW!" she propped herself up on her arms and wiped her face clean with her sleeve. "I need a mirror, right now..." she told herself. But she had no proper mirror on her, and, like in every emergency situation, she had to rely on Bronzor. She searched for Bronzor's Poké Ball.
She searched for Bronzor's Poké Ball.
She searched for Bronzor's Poké Ball. In a panic, she searched for her darling Skuntank's.
In a matter of seconds, she was on her knees, crying. "First Cyrus... And then Mars... And now this... " she sobbed.
She looked up defiantly at the night sky. Space... The memories from the month before... The Universe was a cruel thing, ruled by malignant Gods that had taken all her loved ones away from her. Her sorrowful murmurs turned into angry shouts. "What are you waiting for? Just take my life already! I've suffered enough, don't you think?"
Finally, she got to her feet. She brushed soil off her knees and boots and stood rigidly, like she used to stand up to a month before, one hand on her hip as she surveilled the area where her next mission would have taken place.
In the darkness, she could see a path of turned earth. Her tears now dry, she smiled at the primitive simplicity of that. She had no idea where she was, but perhaps, at last, she would be able to experience the contact with Nature that she had seemed to lack throughout her life. After all, this was just another test, and, to prove she was fit to be among those who would rule the Universe, she would pass it.
She started on the path with a small spring in her step, humming an old country ballad she had once heard the farmers in Solaceon Town sing. "They took his house, his farmhouse, his Miltank, his Grumpig, his violin, his crate of Persim Berries, his old radio, his record collection, his wife... But he, he didn't cry! In fact, he laughed!"
Time Period: Middle Ages
Location: Outside the Magic Cave
Time of day: Night
Warnings: Um, none?
The violet-haired woman in the skintight bodysuit landed in the grass face-first. For a few seconds, she didn't budge. Then, she registered what position she was in, and that the damp mixture covering her face wasn't exactly a beauty mask.
"EWWW!" she propped herself up on her arms and wiped her face clean with her sleeve. "I need a mirror, right now..." she told herself. But she had no proper mirror on her, and, like in every emergency situation, she had to rely on Bronzor. She searched for Bronzor's Poké Ball.
She searched for Bronzor's Poké Ball.
She searched for Bronzor's Poké Ball. In a panic, she searched for her darling Skuntank's.
In a matter of seconds, she was on her knees, crying. "First Cyrus... And then Mars... And now this... " she sobbed.
She looked up defiantly at the night sky. Space... The memories from the month before... The Universe was a cruel thing, ruled by malignant Gods that had taken all her loved ones away from her. Her sorrowful murmurs turned into angry shouts. "What are you waiting for? Just take my life already! I've suffered enough, don't you think?"
Finally, she got to her feet. She brushed soil off her knees and boots and stood rigidly, like she used to stand up to a month before, one hand on her hip as she surveilled the area where her next mission would have taken place.
In the darkness, she could see a path of turned earth. Her tears now dry, she smiled at the primitive simplicity of that. She had no idea where she was, but perhaps, at last, she would be able to experience the contact with Nature that she had seemed to lack throughout her life. After all, this was just another test, and, to prove she was fit to be among those who would rule the Universe, she would pass it.
She started on the path with a small spring in her step, humming an old country ballad she had once heard the farmers in Solaceon Town sing. "They took his house, his farmhouse, his Miltank, his Grumpig, his violin, his crate of Persim Berries, his old radio, his record collection, his wife... But he, he didn't cry! In fact, he laughed!"