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Destiny or Fate?; Thorne vs. Seymour
Topic Started: Sep 21 2017, 10:44 PM (53 Views)
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Blood, death, ash, and soot surrounded him. Every breath he took was followed by an intense burning in his throat and lungs. This pain, followed by vomit triggered by the sight of tens of dead bodies, was hell. Hell on earth.

The middle-aged man fiercely woke up surrounded by his pokemon and drenched in sweat. Seeing his distress, the three pokemon came in close to comfort him, one of which was an Albian Luxray which began to lick the face of its trainer. The other two pokemon then began to accommodate their partner. The Albian Salazzle, with its strong, fierce wings, created a gentle breeze to dry him off. The last of the trio, an Albian Conkeldurr sat closely comforting its trainer in the best way it could. Soon, the fourth and final member of the team made its presence known with a loud resonating "Crow! Crow! Crow!" in the dead of night. Hearing this, the middle-aged man smirked and stood up. Putting his hand into his left pocket, the man brought out a cigarette. From his right pocket, he brought out a lighter. Placing the cigarette in his mouth, the mad proceeded to dusting off his clothes. Once finished, he lit the cigarette and placed the lighter back into his right pocket.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, the man told his partners, "It's time to make our move. We're leaving this forest and heading toward our new destination, Amethyst City." As soon as he said that, the final member landed on the shoulder of its partner, a Honchkrow with rough, large plumage.
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Amethyst City was as beautiful as ever on this fateful evening, which wouldn't be saying much to the average person. Those with a taste for more historical architecture could find it in Stoneglen City, and others who preferred to be around something a little more modern were right at home in Dawngate City. Amethyst City was a very different place, and its beauty lies in such unique nature. The chaos of the city's architecture, the bustling of its populace and the mists that often enveloped it worked together to create an eerie aesthetic that could be found nowhere else in Albius.

Because it was late at night, people had abandoned the streets entirely, holing up in their homes until morning. Though spirits had not haunted the streets ever since the city's Ghost-type Gym was established, there was still unease in their hearts. Some feared that the spirits would one day return with a vengeance. Others believed that the Amethyst Gym Leader would be able to deal with them just fine, but it couldn't hurt to stay inside at night regardless.

In the otherwise-empty city streets, one man seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll. He was someone with no fear of the night, for it was afraid of him. The combination of his dark skin, white hair and purple robes was well known to the people of Amethyst City. This man was Seymour, the very Gym Leader himself.

Upon close inspection, on could see that Seymour was holding a lit lantern. He walked the streets with confidence, seemingly patrolling it for signs of another ghostly incursion. A Dusclops followed not far behind, though it did so very slowly. On occasion, Seymour had to stop and wait for it to catch up. He never saw the stranger arrive, nor was he expecting anyone else to be outside at this hour.
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After a few days of walking, the destination had been reached. Shrouded in fear and fog, Amethyst City could be considered beautiful to some, but to this middle-aged man, it was nothing but a stepping stone-a small piece to a much larger puzzle. Most of the cities in Albius had a single universal rule, “Stay off the streets at night.” Although the gym leader here had shown that with him in charge there was nothing to fear, not a soul was seen on the streets. That was until, the middle-aged man made out a silhouette. Blowing out a puff of smoke, the mysterious man turned his head to his right. Without a sound, the Honchkrow nodded its head. Phase one was now in action.

As the man made his way toward the silhouette, it became clear that the man was not alone as a bigger figure seemed to be behind him. The shape of figure seemed to be that of a pokemon, but that did not deter the man. The look in his eyes was not only one of confidence but ferocity as well.

Soon, the two had crossed paths. The middle-aged man stood in front of the Gym Leader and, now clear, Dusclops. With an unwavering spirit, the mysterious man looked straight at the Gym Leader he had business with and said, “I saw you go there. People only go there for one reason, the pokemon. However, you showed no interest. In fact,"

Thorne let out some smoke before continuing, "You went to a very interesting place.” Thorne took a deep breath before continuing. “I'm not threatening you, but I am interested. However, if you're not willing to talk then,"

Thorne reached inside he left pocket and grabbed a pokeball. He then finished his statement.

"I'm not a stranger to using force."
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Seymour stopped in his tracks as the stranger suddenly appeared, the old man's Dusclops finally catching up enough to stand beside him. He stood there, motionless as Thorne spoke. His companion, on the other hand, inched backwards in surprise... a solid four or five seconds after the strange man appeared. At first Seymour did not understand Thorne's words, but the smell of smoke made it all come back to him. The man's one eye widened as he froze up completely, no longer even registering the person in front of him. The only thing that Seymour could see was fire. Rubble. Death.

Just as he grew dangerously close to reliving the horrors of thirty years ago, Seymour snapped back to reality upon hearing the sound of metal banging against stone. In that brief moment of horror, the man had dropped his lantern.

"Just what do you want to know about that place?" Seymour inquired with a scowl. The hand that was once holding his lantern was now balled up into a fist, making the old man's disposition very clear. "There's nothing for you there, period. End of discussion. Do yourself a favour and move along. Now."
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