Post by Miles Serran on Jul 9, 2015 4:04:48 GMT
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The concept of fate fascinates the man to no end, but just as it fascinates it also causes great fear. The idea that everyone's actions are guided by some bigger purpose, woven together with various little strings that connect and create some kind of unified destiny, this idea of predetermination leaving so little room for free thought. It was because of this dread that despite his interest that the man refused to believe in any kind of notion of, or having to do with fate. However tonight that disbelief may be rocked in a way that could change the man forever.
It was a day full of training he'd won some and lost some all in the name of getting stronger. Strengthening his youngest pokemon beat out his need to gain ground in his journey. Why he'd decided to come back through route 101 as late as it was however he doesn't know. A want for fresh air possibly? It could have been a need to really examine and reevaluate what brought him down his path, or perhaps he just needed some time to drop this facade he keeps up constantly. Regardless of reason the red headed trainer finds himself sitting against a tree overlooking the trodden dirt path. In the distance he can here nocturnal pokemon howling and chirping all around him, everything in sight covered by a thick blanket of darkness night having taken over the region.
It's here under these conditions the trainer finds himself thinking heavily on his past. Reflecting on how much has changed, and how much hasn't really changed at all. Little moments in his mind that manage to stand out amidst a flood of memories. Some about his mother, some about the sketchy jobs he took part in a need for quick cash far outweighing any other need in his life. Some of these memories however go even farther back to his earliest youth protecting little girls at the playground. His hair today just as red as it was back then sixteen years ago. He can't help but cringe at those memories, back when he thought it was possible to be a hero, to save everyone.
Reality has struck the man hard, It's made him cold to the world so much so he's forced to lie day in and day out about his beliefs and persona, hoping that one day these lie he's created this personality replaces his dirty true self. "For every life you save, you're sacrificing another." He mumbles something told to him so long ago eyes focused on the stars. He can't help but laugh wasn't it a night like this not too long ago that the trainer started his journey in the first place?
virtue
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This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
The concept of fate fascinates the man to no end, but just as it fascinates it also causes great fear. The idea that everyone's actions are guided by some bigger purpose, woven together with various little strings that connect and create some kind of unified destiny, this idea of predetermination leaving so little room for free thought. It was because of this dread that despite his interest that the man refused to believe in any kind of notion of, or having to do with fate. However tonight that disbelief may be rocked in a way that could change the man forever.
It was a day full of training he'd won some and lost some all in the name of getting stronger. Strengthening his youngest pokemon beat out his need to gain ground in his journey. Why he'd decided to come back through route 101 as late as it was however he doesn't know. A want for fresh air possibly? It could have been a need to really examine and reevaluate what brought him down his path, or perhaps he just needed some time to drop this facade he keeps up constantly. Regardless of reason the red headed trainer finds himself sitting against a tree overlooking the trodden dirt path. In the distance he can here nocturnal pokemon howling and chirping all around him, everything in sight covered by a thick blanket of darkness night having taken over the region.
It's here under these conditions the trainer finds himself thinking heavily on his past. Reflecting on how much has changed, and how much hasn't really changed at all. Little moments in his mind that manage to stand out amidst a flood of memories. Some about his mother, some about the sketchy jobs he took part in a need for quick cash far outweighing any other need in his life. Some of these memories however go even farther back to his earliest youth protecting little girls at the playground. His hair today just as red as it was back then sixteen years ago. He can't help but cringe at those memories, back when he thought it was possible to be a hero, to save everyone.
Reality has struck the man hard, It's made him cold to the world so much so he's forced to lie day in and day out about his beliefs and persona, hoping that one day these lie he's created this personality replaces his dirty true self. "For every life you save, you're sacrificing another." He mumbles something told to him so long ago eyes focused on the stars. He can't help but laugh wasn't it a night like this not too long ago that the trainer started his journey in the first place?
virtue
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