[Game] Lord Windos' PokeRole Adventure: Celadon City Vandel

[Dragonstrike]

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(.............It shall be done. Four years apart, mother and child worried sick for one another, feeling the other's absence in their lives keenly and despairing. Now, I shall unmake that reality, that possibly, that circumstance, grinding it to dust and scattering it in the Void, and grant you the reunion both of you wish for with all your heart.)
"....How we wish that we could apply that very power to our own live, eh? Hehehe....."
(...)
"..."
(....Rejoice, for you get a second chance that seldom few have access to, much less know is possible if they lived a life similar to yours: reconciliation with their loved ones.)
"Hehehe....how true, how true..."
(....One that I have had as well. One that did not turn out as well, due to designs beyond me control. They are lost to me now. Lost to everyone, now. Perhaps I could have done something to change that, though, had I not taken that precious, priceless chance for granted....)
"How could we have know how valuable it was, without losing or wasting that chance ourselves, though?"
(...)
"..."
(............Cherish your mother, Reiner Arendse.)
"For when they are gone, they are gone forever."
(...Until you have need to speak with me again, Dragon Child.)
"...Stay strong, my little drake."
"...For your future is going to be filled with discord, one way or another."
"See you then, hehehe..................."

'...thank you...now, to figure out what the heck I'm going to do about my...current presentation...maybe Transform can help with that, as I don't really want to speak through 'me' if I can avoid it (that was rather...unpleasant to experience...)...though I should probably ask Mew about the specifics of Transforming into a human first before trying it...ugh...I really hope she wakes up soon...'

There it was again, though...the voice of that strange man...taunting him this time, from the sound of things.

Well, he wasn't going to let anything ruin this meeting, this chance he'd never thought he'd have.

Not Clair coming tomorrow to demolish him and haul him back to Blackthorn, not Cursed Arms being leveled against him, not a vigilante hunting him down, not Team Rocket burdening him with tasks to complete (even though he'd blown through most of them pretty quickly)...not even somehow swapping bodies with Mew.

He WILL survive this week, one way or another.  And so will everyone else.

(Perhaps. But Arial never could feel the warm love of a mother, or the lessons of father, because his own family abandoned him inside a trash when he was just a baby. Imagine to know your own family, the ones you love, and be love back, abandoned you like a unpleasant thing? His hate against humanity is not just loose screws, but because like you, he was cursed by life. The only difference, it is you have a family, a good life. Arial existence was cursed since the day he born. I not asking for you be friends with him, but at least understand why he hate everything. And why he have a more close connection with Pokemon than humans. You are both the two sides of the coin.)

'Hmph.  That's very different.  Sure, he never really knew them, but at least he knows where he stands with them.  My parents watched in silence the day I was banished from Blackthorn.  It's another thing entirely when those you actually know no longer support you, ya know.'

(I'd recommend just leaving it at that, Spiritmon.)

'Thank you.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to staring at this screen...'