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whosthatpokemon2015-04-15 05:10 am
espionagegamer) wrote in whosthatpokemon2015-04-15 05:10 am
Game Over; [Voice]
[A dark night, cold for the time of the year. Nothing but the stars above, and the whispers of the forest below. Scurries of the nocturnal pokemon, soft voices and rustles in the bushes. The sound of the wind, scattering all them. Mingling them. Except for one human voice, quiet in it's own right and yet so loud in the dark of the night.]
O merciful God,
take pity on those souls
who have no particular friends and intercessors
to recommend them to Thee, who,
either through the negligence of those who are alive,
or through length of time are forgotten
by their friends and by all.
[The words of a prayer, even if the one who voiced them didn't particularly believe in any god or celestial being above. As such the words were empty, and yet still they continued.]
Spare them, O Lord,
and remember Thine own mercy,
when others forget to appeal to it.
Let not the souls which Thou hast created
be parted from thee, their Creator.
[Another pause, longer than the first, and the voice lets out a sigh. Bored as much as it is listless.]
May the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
[The feed seems to cut off there, but if one listens carefully, the sounds are merely muffled. The PokeTop is closing, but not fully disconnected yet when the last words are whispered to the wind.]
Donec obviam iterum Mihael.
O merciful God,
take pity on those souls
who have no particular friends and intercessors
to recommend them to Thee, who,
either through the negligence of those who are alive,
or through length of time are forgotten
by their friends and by all.
[The words of a prayer, even if the one who voiced them didn't particularly believe in any god or celestial being above. As such the words were empty, and yet still they continued.]
Spare them, O Lord,
and remember Thine own mercy,
when others forget to appeal to it.
Let not the souls which Thou hast created
be parted from thee, their Creator.
[Another pause, longer than the first, and the voice lets out a sigh. Bored as much as it is listless.]
May the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
[The feed seems to cut off there, but if one listens carefully, the sounds are merely muffled. The PokeTop is closing, but not fully disconnected yet when the last words are whispered to the wind.]
Donec obviam iterum Mihael.
[VOICE]
This was supposed to be a way of me letting go and saying goodbye, for now.
[Because there's still hope there, even if minuscule, that he'll see Mello again. The feed goes dead shortly after those words, and Matt can't help but ponder his next move. He's not like the others. He doesn't plan ahead, doesn't see everything like a chess game. He's always been the type to play a different kind of game. One where you make decisions of the moment, ones that can be changed. Some that shouldn't be made, but can always be salvaged at some point in time.
He sees this as one of those times. Honestly, he has nothing else to do tonight, so why not? There's no warning, no inclination of an idea of what he has planned. His poketop goes into his bag he slings over his shoulder as he hops down from the tree he'd been perched in.
It's a long walk, one that costs him a pack of cigarettes and an extra five minutes to stop by the store to pick up a new one on his way. In total, the trip back probably takes him just over two hours. But it's time he spends thinking, reflecting. Debating. He doesn't know why, doesn't care to second guess himself. But it seems far too soon he finds himself on the doorstep of the Vermillion City gym. He doesn't even know if Near's still awake, it's getting late into the night after all, or if he'd even care after the more than a little rude way Matt had simply cut their conversation short.
Not to mention the huge ass alien that lives here.
But he doesn't care, because it's hard to worry and fear when you feel like you don't know what you're living for anymore. So he lets himself in to the gym, moving around to the back areas that were meant to be off limits to trainers.]
Hey, you here?
[ACTION]
"For now."
And later? Later, Near is up late at the 'insistence' of his Plusle and Minun, a blanket wrapped loosely across his shoulders as the two electric types bound about the not quite makeshift fort. That is, until that voice cuts through the air and sees the three of them pause in their playing, the robot in Near's hands gripped a little more tightly as his eyes move to follow that voice to its source. ]
Matt?