Metamorphosis [Dying Wish]

[Avalon]

Shiro was fresh out of Elm's Lab, a Poke Ball in hand. He still wasn't sure how he felt about suddenly being a Trainer; it still felt unnatural to him. Some part of old Plasma instincts were still there, urging him that he was part of the problem now and that he was making a mistake. But Godai seemed to enjoy being together, and he felt okay about the idea of traveling with the diminutive lizard. He found himself pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of hacking and coughing, drawing his focus to a boy who sat by the roadside, coughing and hacking heavily.

Shiro rushed to the boy's side, placing his hand on the small of the boy's back reassuringly. "Steady, kid. Try not to push yourself too much." it was clear that the boy was unwell. He was pale and sweaty to an unnatural degree, it was clear to anyone with eyes. This boy had no right being out and about like this. Where was this boy's parents? Then Shiro noticed the two bugs trailing behind the boy. Was this kid actually a Trainer? How could they let some sickly kid go out on some adventure.

Shiro listened to the boy's plight, some part of his awkward and angst little heart hurt for the boy. He could understand someone having a dream that they wanted to achieve but couldn't for some stupid reason out of their control. He dreamed of being able to change the world, but then reality got in the way of that. He hadn't expected to get some sob story so soon into his journey, but it was happening. He sighed, reaching out and taking the Poke Ball belonging to the Scatterbug.

"I'll help you out, kid. I'll do my best to get the different types of this bug for ya. By then you'll be better and ready to go out on an adventure of your own." Shiro knew he was lying, but the words came out without even thinking. Why was he consoling this boy he barely knew? Why was he giving him false hope when it was clear as day that this boy's days were numbered?


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[b]Scatterbug[/b]
Name: Shimi
Gender: Female
Level: 5
OT: Kent (NPC)
Attacks: Tackle, String Shot
Ability: Compoundeyes
Nature/Personality: Shimi is a ravenous creature, motivated largely by food and comfort. Shimi is prone to clinging to others, being difficult to separate from her Trainer.


[Caramell 🍬]

Dreams. In the end, all we have are our dreams to keep us going from one day to the next. While most kids would dream large and unimaginable feats – like flying through the skies shooting lasers from their eyes like Superman – Kent just wanted to travel the world and see all the different Vivillon there were to see. In his youth – the time of his youth before beeping machines, lined up doctor visits, and lots of disappointing results that sent his mother into hysterical crying fits – he’d promised himself and his dear old mom that he would make it out there in the great big world. He would see all the Vivillon the world had to offer and more. He even promised her that one day he’d bring her back her very most favorite Vivillon – a Sandstorm Vivillon that so few had ever truly laid their eyes on.

Though, sitting on the side of the road with his hands on his knees hacking his brains out didn’t feel like his dreams were any closer to reality. His mother urged him through long tearful nights of screaming not to go running off through the nearby wooded routes anymore. Kent knew as much as his mother did that he was in no condition to travel the world. And while he hoped and dreamed that his poppa’s words – “Mark my word, son. You’ll get big and strong and overcome this ailment’s that’s got you down like this. You’re a Smith, and Smiths never go down without a fighting chance.” – the tears that poured from his eyes and spilled across his cheeks to create tiny puddles on their soft carpet underfoot let Kent know that these words held no hope or ambition for such a bright future.

When Shiro spotted him and rushed over to help steady him, Kent began coughing up a fit. He struggled through and explained everything to Shiro, leaving out the worst of his past memories that caused small tears to well up in the corners of his eyes. Pain like fire surged through his body and caused Kent to gasp in pain as he gripped his sides. Specks of crimson flung out into the napkin with the usual white and yellow mucus mixture he’d coughed up. “Sorry about that…momma says I’ve been too sick for too long…” He smiled sadly. Shiro’s promise of Kent getting better caused buried memories of those awful machines beeping, beeping, always beeping and buzzing in his ears. He could still feel the tiny needles dug into his skin, pumping nutrients into his body that he himself couldn’t keep down.

“Poppa says I’ll get better, too…but…” The words were a struggle through the coughing fit. At one moment, Kent swayed when he tried to stand up and would press against Shiro for support, clearly a bit to frail to be so far out here in his condition. “…momma worries more…I think. I hope you help me see them all…and maybe one day…just one day…I can give momma her favorite Vivillon of all…before well…” He ended that thought on nervous laughter. His poppa would scream at him and scold him severely if he’d heard Kent even hint at his own mortality. "But I promise I give good prizes! Please...while there's time...show me each Vivillon you find as soon as you can, yeah?" Kent stared up into Shiro's eyes full of the last dying specks of hope and wonder he still had left.