[ this memory is wild. energetic, passionate, booming, no one could deny how ramped up every single action and word was. if she concentrates hard enough and closes her eyes, her hands tingle and body chills in recollection. it was a battle, but not a life and death struggle. two rivals with their pokemon (how does she know that word?) ready to give it their all, for themselves, and for a stadium packed full of fans.
she is, inevitably, drawn to the ruins of the only stadium in this land. the size of it is strikingly similar to the one in that memory, though as she gets closer she realizes the two buildings aren't the same. still, it's a good place to ruminate on what she recollects. a battle where she lived in the moment of being one of those trainers, but never felt threatened or afraid. it was exhilarating and fun without the danger factor to get the heart pumping. the trainers were just happy to have a battle, as were the pokemon they partnered with. somewhere, faint in the back of her head, she doesn't think battles are meant to be like that.
her heart aches when she gets inside and sees the true ruinous appearance of a place that should be full of life and color. her steps are drawn to the field, covered in a thin blanket of snow, and she stops in the same spot raihan was in the memory. she breathes in sharp, closing her eyes, trying to remember again.
the woman is going to need to find him, the man who lost. this memory is important to him. ]
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[ this memory is wild. energetic, passionate, booming, no one could deny how ramped up every single action and word was. if she concentrates hard enough and closes her eyes, her hands tingle and body chills in recollection. it was a battle, but not a life and death struggle. two rivals with their pokemon (how does she know that word?) ready to give it their all, for themselves, and for a stadium packed full of fans.
she is, inevitably, drawn to the ruins of the only stadium in this land. the size of it is strikingly similar to the one in that memory, though as she gets closer she realizes the two buildings aren't the same. still, it's a good place to ruminate on what she recollects. a battle where she lived in the moment of being one of those trainers, but never felt threatened or afraid. it was exhilarating and fun without the danger factor to get the heart pumping. the trainers were just happy to have a battle, as were the pokemon they partnered with. somewhere, faint in the back of her head, she doesn't think battles are meant to be like that.
her heart aches when she gets inside and sees the true ruinous appearance of a place that should be full of life and color. her steps are drawn to the field, covered in a thin blanket of snow, and she stops in the same spot raihan was in the memory. she breathes in sharp, closing her eyes, trying to remember again.
the woman is going to need to find him, the man who lost. this memory is important to him. ]