[attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz

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[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]but when it comes to you

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"Shit."[break][break]
The word tumbles from her lips in a panicked breath of air. This has to be a dream... There's no way. Her chest heaves, mind reeling, as another explosion rocks the city. Closer this time... Dangerously close. Her throat is sore from screams scratching their way to the surface and confusion settles across her features. She remembered preparing for the tournament, bright eyed and bushy tailed for her moment to shine. How could it become this nightmare...?[break][break]
Liquid drips onto her cheek, the familiar warmth of blood oozing from a large gash to the side of her head. Shaky fingers rise to gingerly touch the wound, smearing her left cheek with crimson, and the pain is astounding. When did that happen? Had she passed out...? What the hell is going on?! It's hard to breathe now as smoke continues to fill the streets. Explosions and buildings crumbling to the ground echo in the distance, ringing in her ears while she slowly rises to her feet. The movement is staggering, both from exhausted limbs and a possible concussion... Everything seems so fuzzy and part of her really wonders if this is just another bad dream. Will she wake up this time?[break][break]
Her hands search for the nearest wall as her body struggles to keep upright but she knows it is a losing battle. Without a second thought, she slowly pulls a trembling hand away from grasping at the ruins of a newly destroyed building. She needs Jiggly and fast. The puffy pink Pokemon appears at her side as her fingers smash into frontal button of the pokeball, already showing immediate concern as the injured Pokedex holder leans her full weight into her trusted friend. "Jiggly," she rasps, pausing to cough as smoke fills her lungs. "Take us up, please." The rest of her words come out in a strained whisper and she is almost certain she might vomit now... From the searing pain of her head, the dizziness, or that coughing fit... She isn't sure which but bile rises in her throat without warning and she lurches forward. Nausea floods her nervous system and she heaves, stomach contents splashing at her feet. Disgusting. The sudden need for Red is immediately as a whimper escapes into the smokey air.[break][break]
Blue's mind registers the feeling of Jiggly's arms circling around her slim waist and soon, they are floating between the buildings. Part of her wants to laugh and the other wants to cry, unsure of how to fully react to this situation. She knows what's expected of her, of her friends... They are leaders, heroes, and they need to find whoever did this and unleash help upon them. First, however, she needs Jiggly to land and fast for the urge to throw up is once again rising in her throat. "Jiggly, down. Now!" She all but pleads with the normal type, struggling to hold it all back.[break][break]
Her feet touch the ground not a moment too soon before she is on her knees, trembling hands poorly attempting to gather her hair out of her face. Jiggly takes the opportunity to glance around their surroundings, big green eyes searching for someone... anyone. By the time Blue finishes, her hands are bloodied and her favorite pair of boots are now a mess of bile, blood, and grime. Damn it. She'll definitely have to replace those if she ever makes it home... Stop it. Don't think like that. Red wouldn't do that. Her teeth grab hold of her bottom lip as she rises once more, the world spinning just a tiny bit less. Maybe that was all she needed to right herself? God she really hopes so.[break][break]
Jiggly's round pink hand taps at her back and her attention snaps to Jiggly's face. The normal type makes a happy noise and eagerly points toward figures in the smoke. Friends? Foes? The familiar feeling of fear seizes her then and she almost feels like a child again. Cowering in fear... Something she never wanted to experience again. But... She trusts her Wigglytuff and if the pink Pokemon is happy at the figures then maybe, just maybe, they're friends. "Brings us over, Jiggly!" Blue puts as much life into her words as she can muster, struggling to put up her usual mask of confidence. She can't continue to worry her Pokemon like this. They deserve a stronger trainer and so she will be strong for them, even if it kills her.[break][break]
As they begin to float toward the figures, the smoke clears just enough for her unfocused eyes to make out at least two distinguished features. Red hair and a Starmie. She only knows one trainer that fits that combination and relief settles into her bones as she softly puffs out a sigh. Misty. Thank god. "Hey!" Her shout mingles into the air as the rest of the small group comes into focus. Two unknown trainers join the gym leader and as the blue eyed girl gets closer with each passing second, she feels a bit of uncertainty creep into her mind. Are they enemies? Is Misty alright? Her eyes narrow and strain to fully understand the situation and yet, her big mouth opens before she can grasp just who these two are.[break][break]
"You okay, Misty? Need backup?"

[attr="class","kingsLyrics"]my world is deep red

Sleeping his day away was becoming more and more of a habit. Without a reliable alarm system, like Pearl, he had to use Lax whom was just as bad as he was when it came to sleeping in. After all the partying and eating the night before made his rest all the more desirable. A girl he met at the party agreed to let him and his Pokemon stay the night, since he didn’t really have any money for a hotel room. The house was a few doors down from the Skyscraper. There was a planned payment after he completed the show he managed to book for an after tournament party. Drooling all over his pillow, he dreamt of performing in front of the tournament crowd. For some reason, he was dressed up in an Alakazam costume, while Lax was dressed in an Abra costume. Probably to fit the psychic theme like the town. Much to his surprise, he was doing exceptionally well. When he was done he took a bow which was followed up by a thunderous applause and roses at his feet.

The rumbling of the building tossed Dia from his bed and out of his slumber. His head hit the walk causing him to be slightly in a daze. Laying on his back, he calmly muttered, “…Ow…Wonder what’s going on.” Blood began to run down his forehead and down onto his white pajama shirt. Dia held the injured part of his head applying pressure. Dust began to fall in to the floor directly in front of his face, which made him look toward the ceiling. A large and wide crack began form as he watched on. Quite calmly, Diamond went on to say, “Must be some crazy party going on out there…Because they’re blowing the roof off this place…Literally…” Wig, his Tortera, released himself from himself from his pokeball to hold the ceiling up to prevent it from potentially crushing Diamond. “Truly a lifesaver, Wig. Thanks a bunch.” Wig nodded simply nodded toward his trainer. To tell you the truth, he wasn’t concerned about himself, however, he wondered if his host was alright. Either way this place was going down. Though helpful as it seemed, the floor wasn’t going to support Wig’s weight for very long.

There was enough room for him to stand, but not enough time for him to get dress. Whether he liked it or not he was going to have to go out in P.J’s. In a hasty fashion, Dia grabbed his bag with his belongs while shouting, “JESS!? You here!?” Silence was the answer to his call. “Keep it up for just a few more minutes, Wig.” It wasn’t until he ran down stairs when he saw the girl being pent down underneath two bookcase. With one stacked on top of the other, his strength alone wasn’t going to be enough. Plus he didn’t have any time to waste, there was no telling what was going on outside. Grabbing a couple of pokeball from his bag, releasing both Lax, his Munchlax, and Lung, his Lickilicky, from their pokeballs. “I need your help moving these bookcases guys.” He said while trying to lift them himself. With ease, the combined three were able to lift the bookcases. Diamond could hear the ceiling above him was on the brink of giving in. “Now I need you guys to get her out safe, I’ll be right behind you! Oh and grab this Lax.” He then tossed the Munchlax the bag after retrieving Wig and Don’s pokeballs. He couldn’t just let the building fall on top of him.

Trusting his pokemon keep his new friend safe, he ran up the small flight of stairs. After reaching the bedroom he was in, he returned Wig to his pokeball, that’s when things got a bit dicey. Without Wig, the roof then caved in slamming against the already damaged floor. As the building began to collapse around him he called upon Don, his Bastiodon. “Don! I need you to make a hole! Use Iron Head!” After he climbed on top of his back, the square headed pokemon began to ram through the home. The house was pretty small, so it took no time for Don to plow through a couple rooms to create a large hole in the side of the home, where he would leap to ground level. Before he could acknowledge Don for his deeds, he stared in awe at the aftermath of the attack. The boy kept a calm and cool face, “This defiantly wasn’t in the itinerary…” Several explosion all in different directions go off moments after making his statement. For a moment, he took a deep breathe while he collected his thoughts. Coming to the conclusion that it was best to help Jess before going after the people behind this. The girl was unconscious but still alive, which was a good thing. Since he wasn’t a doctor or anything so he figured she’d need medical attention even If she did manage to wake up.

Dia decided it was best to head to the nearest Pokecenter for help. With Lax and Tung at his side, he began to move. Upon arriving he noticed that it was completely burned to the ground. There wasn’t a single soul in sight, there were burn marks and soot everywhere like some pokemon used flamethrower to set it ablaze. Anyone that worked in the Pokecenter were most likely chased off or worse. Which meant that the hurt and injured were in another area or just plain on their own. It seemed like the people behind this weren’t amateurs. Taking out hospitals and any other important government buildings were key to a hostile takeover. He could only assume that was going on. Still, he was going to have to find help for his friend elsewhere.

It only made sense to head to the skyscraper, being the center of the city and all, it was the place where people might gather. Since the skyscraper was still standing make it the most likely place that’d be attack. Before he could reach the building however, he saw a small group of people. Among them was a familiar figure. Though she was turned around, he could tell who she was from a mile away. “Hey! Blue! Long time no see! And I could use some help here!” Dia then pointed toward the girl being held in Tung’s tongue. He was sort of relieved to see another Dex holder was here. With something as big this going on, he wouldn’t be surprised if even more were already here or on the way. The other figures she was was with were a mystery to him, he only assumed they weren’t the cause of this since they weren’t fighting. Maybe one of them were a doctor or nurse, because this girl could really use some help.