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| Nadodan | Nov 21 2015, 06:17 AM Post #621 |
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"Wait Jouto?" Maigo said looking at Izaya, finding it a bit strange and macabre he named a ghost pokemon after their dead friend even if it was in tribute
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| Breakthelevee | Nov 21 2015, 06:22 AM Post #622 |
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Izaya's eyes grew wide as he realized Maigo had left before he explained "See....after I helped rip up the bird I ran down to try and save Jouto. Remember how I said I knew a ritual to try and bind dying souls in order to keep them from passing on? Well I tried to alter it to keep Jouto alive until someone else could do something...but I messed up. I don't know if I said something wrong or if it has something to do with whatever changed me, but instead of keeping him alive, Jouto's very soul changed and at least part of it became the Pokemon that is in there trying to wake up Tsuru. He acts the same and has some of the same memories, but not all of them..." Izaya looked to the ground in shame "I'm sorry for failing. I just wanted to keep my promise to you guys since you were my first real friends..." |
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| Nadodan | Nov 21 2015, 06:26 AM Post #623 |
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"You tried to save him...and that pokemon it's his soul or...at least part of it? So he's still here, in a way" he said smiling "Thank you Izaya" he said hugging the ghost trainer "Thank you so much" he said happily glad to know some part of his freind lived on. |
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| Breakthelevee | Nov 21 2015, 06:35 AM Post #624 |
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Izaya smiled, relieved that Maigo wasn't mad "After he's done trying to wake up Tsuru, you'll have to re introduce yourself, though I'm sure he'll remember you at least slightly. Yours is a bond that can transcend death, I can feel that much" |
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| JPThunda | Nov 21 2015, 11:27 AM Post #625 |
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Undefeated of the East, West, South, North and Center!
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Opening Tsuru's door, or passing through it, the others were met with a sudden wash of heat and humidity. Branches of plants which had been pinned against the door, palm fronds and bushes with strange and exotic berries all burst from the now-open door and into the faces of those who had broken the seal on his door. From the door, his room could not be seen more than a few inches into clearly, so thick was the foliage. To call it dense was an understatement in the extreme. Bamboo shoots, vine covered trees, thorn-covered bushes, and even stranger, moving plants that seemed to have teeth all populated Tsuru's room. They had grown, unchecked, and now dominated the space in a veritable jungle. Forcing entry beyond these plants would prove onerous, but once achieved there was the slightest of clearings at the foot of Tsuru's bed before the unchecked growth continued against the far walls. Tsuru was awake inside his room. In fact, his bed looked completely untouched...a thin layer of dust and fallen leaves covering it. It had clearly not seen use in days. It was impressively dark inside the room, so much so that Tsuru had lit a number of candles to see by, no doubt adding to the heat. He stood at the foot of his bed, swatting at the pokemon that had disturbed him in annoyance and staring at the wall. It was the only wall not covered in unchecked growth, and it was illuminated by candle light. On this wall were tens--no, hundreds of scraps of paper, each with writing on it, and all pinned to the wall. Lines of various colors of string passed from scrap to scrap. It seemed to be nothing less than a timeline of Tsuru's entire life and every action he considered to be significant, sub-categorized and interconnected in a web that was maddening to look at. It seemed to grow upward, almost like a tree, the bottommost scraps having only a single line upward. Left at Orphanage. This was the bottommost scrap, clearly where Tsuru defined his origin. From there, a number of events and names from his childhood stood out, one of which was Met Sly. The events from his childhood all converged at one scrap of paper, the ink on this scrap conspicuously red where the others were black, and from this scrap, dozens of lines branched up to more recent events. The red script read simply... My First Death. Tsuru hadn't noticed anyone entering his room and simply stared at the wall, muttering himself. "...the connection...there must be a common theme...perhaps if I arrange by...no, I've tried that...or did that barrier turn me away intentionally..." He seemed to be arguing with himself as he absent-mindedly swat at the pokemon that bothered him. "...must be a way to breach it...only then..." |
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| Grand Silver | Nov 21 2015, 01:15 PM Post #626 |
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The ghost became all the more persistent. Yurei giving a gentle slap and Jouto pulling his hair. |
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| Nadodan | Nov 21 2015, 05:28 PM Post #627 |
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Maigo resisted entering the room, not that he didn't want to see Tsuru, but the heat and humidity was nearly unbearable to him as he slowly made his way inside "Tsuru?" he said trying to get his attention |
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| flamefist96 | Nov 21 2015, 06:17 PM Post #628 |
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Slowly Yami creeped into the room as well, taking a place to stand by the door. |
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| JPThunda | Nov 22 2015, 12:59 AM Post #629 |
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Undefeated of the East, West, South, North and Center!
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Tsuru continued to swat at the nuisance pokemon. "Be off with you, I've no patience for interruptio-," he stopped as Maigo spoke. He looked over his shoulder, toward the entrance. "So you've returned...," was all he said. "You should not be here. The barrier remains, and I am still a liability." |
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| Nadodan | Nov 22 2015, 01:05 AM Post #630 |
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"I came to return your weapons, and to apologize for running off. What are you doing in here?" he asked looking at the time line taking a couple more steps into the room. |
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