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    Default the fire sermon {hard mission // all welcome}

    this is a hard mission. warnings for probable dark themes and blood. mission guidelines:
    = hard mission: requires 25 posts each from at least 2 characters; one character per player
    = mission open to Humans, Pokesouls, and Pokemon (aka everyone)
    = post-order: n/a; failing to post for more than 2 weeks may result in your removal from the mission

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    = IC: any ability to its next level; P3,000 on top of normal money one would receive from posting
    = OOC: 3 TM's + a Hard Pokemon of your choosing
    = eternal glory
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    THE FIRE SERMON || POST 1
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    The first one was born dead, and he was glad, if only for its sake. The internal organs had failed early on into the operation, and after its entire midsection had collapsed into itself, he knew it was over. The fires still smoldered and there wasn't much left to save but a charred, smoking mass. They'd been trying to find some sort of drug to suppress the fire before birth, but then the surrogate had complained of burning pains in her abdomen. Normally, that would've prompted him to dope her up so high on morhpine that she couldn't see the sheets, but he knew that this literally meant burning pains, because the monsters he was trying to create could kill even before they were born. The surgery and it were both over within the hour.

    The first one had lit a fire inside, not the literal kind that it was using to kill everything including itself, but the urge to go further, to discover more, to see if this war could be won.

    The second one was alive for nearly a day, and he was glad, if only for his funding's sake. Raja was getting anxious. He stopped taking notes after eighty minutes when it became clear that it wouldn't survive long after delivery. It cried the whole time before the fire succeeded in ripping out the lining of its tiny, premature lungs and ended its suffering. He had thought about euthanizing it upon birth – they all knew by week thirty that it was destined to die like the previous attempts – but had finally decided not to, so as to properly gather information for the inevitable fifth attempt.

    The second one had made him wonder if it was worth it, trying to play god like this, trying to see what it was like to create and ruin and destroy lives.

    The third one was what drove him to drink. He'd actually done the delivery operation drunk, after he'd received calls from Raja coolly telling him that it was burning up and inducing labor ten weeks early was the only way to save it, and somehow he'd done it right. The others had cried for as long as they had lungs. And with its eyes closed as it lay curled up beneath five inches of glass that was capable of insulating a fire, it almost looked human.

    He had to stop himself from thinking of it like that, like a human, because he knew that the Project was anything but. When it grew up it would be a monster, just as those yellow eyes portended, and it was a soldier and a tool. That was why he had been hired.

    One day, wasted, he started talking to it. He was sitting by the incubator when he found himself drifting and rambling, rambling about Raja, about Sam, about his infant daughter who had been born dead and who probably looked just like it did, all curled up and tiny and vulnerable and struggling to survive but—

    He started reading to her, although he didn’t know why. She couldn’t hear him, anyways. But he read, read her the books that were still at home for a boy who lived miles away. He couldn’t actually bring the books in—his peers would think him mad—but he knew them by heart. And when he ran out of those books, be made up stories, of little girls who grew up to fight dragons, because they could do things in fairytales that they couldn't in reality.

    "You are the third," he whispered with lips pressed against the five-inch glass that protected the world from the first artificial Pokesoul, or maybe he'd built the glass to protect it from the world. "You are Moltres, mija, but you are also Trinity."

    The third one was different. The third one was human.

    Once he had proven that it could live on its own and collected his notes into structured documentation, Raja had him taken away and shot. Projects didn't have parents; Pokemon knew no mercy; fake Pokesouls-turned-soldiers were supposed to actually kill dragons, not just hear stories.

    Ten years later, MAZ enterprises stood at center of the Wastelands, prepared to wage war against a world that it didn't believe would change and equipped with all the tools it needed to follow through.

    And you, traveler, you who have heard the story of the lost children and the war that will entangle you all. What will you do?
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    (( been a quick minute or two since I posted for Kit. also wrote this in the car so pls excuse the rust! ))



    KAYUQTUQ "KIT" AALUK

    For the first time since her birth, Kit receives a sign.

    She's hunting when it happens. Small body crouches low, near the snow, with newly-crafted spear clutched tightly in thick-boned fingers, stormy eyes trained unyieldingly on the young Piloswine as it snuffles for food beneath the cold. That's when the snow stops falling and a wind begins to whisper through the mountains in a high, eerie keen. And for the first time, she understands it.

    Lips fall open in an "o" as she gazes up into the sky. She stands, her prey forgotten, but the boar Pokemon does not flee--short tusks tip up as it, too, stops to listen. The rest of the world seems to stand still as the earth murmurs its secrets to the in-tune mortals down below. A chill courses down her spine, one that is not from the cold. The Mother is vague, as Kit had been told she would be, but a part of her has been prepared for this and that part communicates what she needs to know: humans waging war. The breeze fades. The Piloswine, never having seen her, looks straight ahead, then turns and trundles away, straight back to the waiting herd it'd nearly-regrettably isolated itself from.

    Fire and brimstone rip their way up her gut and straight to her heart. Lips peel back and canine teeth bare in a low snarl. Aput is quiet behind her raging conscience, the knife of her flaring hatred held to his throat, unsure of if this flame is worth the risk to stoke. But Kit does not need his permission or his cooperation. She tucks her spear into the loop she's crafted for it on her worn rucksack and stalks into the wind, into the oncoming snow that has once more began to fall.

    It's also the first time that she her intuition offers an aura on landscape.

    She sees the glow first, an outline crafted of impassive steel grey, dark against the blinding white of the snow, soaring miles and miles into the air. Seeing it makes the hair on her arms rise slowly to unnerved attention. Aput gives a nervous growl and she can feel the same instincts that had driven the Piloswine far, far away trying to push Aput to do the same. Heart beats more quickly against her ribs as she presses forward.

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    Dodger paused to take a look at his handicraft. He had spent the entirety of the morning, and the better portion of the afternoon working a piece of steel he had expertly pawed from a mining shop in the previous town. Using his very limited heat powers, he'd been trying to work it, to mold it into something akin to a weapon, since his powers were still late to return and he had hardly anything to fend off anything that might wish to...take advantage of his lack of defenses. Luckily for Dodger, the EarthWorld did not seem to have abundant natural predators, so Pokemon tended to avoid PokeSouls as a supplement. Dodger focused more heat into molding the unwieldy metal as he walked through a dense forest. How far he had walked, he really couldn't say, but focusing on the alloy had let his senses grow numb, which was a terrible mistake.

    Dodger sensed the danger when it was almost too late. As he stepped out of a copse onto a vantage at the top of a wide valley, he felt the distinct aura of hostility, the glint of pure rage mixed with unbearable sorrow. He backed off, though he knew from his high perch that undoubtedly few could see him, and he didn't much care to involve himself in something of such pure emotion, especially when he couldn't see what was causing this feeling. However, he felt the aura in the direction of the mountain opposite, which is where he had planned to traverse, and so he began his slow descent into the valley, still working the metal, and still puzzled that something (or someone) other than himself could contain such unbridled animosity.
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    A fire crackled, giving the air warmth and scent. Fish, pierced and lined on a metal rod, smoked above the small flames by the fireplace. Finn had taken up residence in an abandoned cabin in the thick of the woods. The mountain spring air was calming, but as Finn smelt the usually relaxing aroma, something ominous loomed in the waft. He reentered the simple cabin: single room with a table, bed, and fireplace. It was cozy enough for a few nights, but Finn never liked staying in one place for long, especially if it could be inhabited by other people. The fireplace hadn't been recently used when he found the cabin, but that didn't mean other wonderers wouldn't notice smoke or happen to come by it and want shelter themselves.

    Finn cut into and ate one of the fish he had cooked. It was crunchy and a odd flavor he believed he would have never enjoyed from his previous life, but now out in the wild, where food was sometime scarce, it was delicious, especially being cooked slowly over a warm fire.

    "It was danger," Virsín said to Finn.

    "What?" Finn replied out loud.

    "The ominous feeling in the air," Virsín continued, "something dangerous and big hangs on the horizon. Like a disaster about to unfold; an eruption, an earthquake, a war."

    Finn pondered as he continued his meal, wiping scales off of his lips. "We should avoid that area then, shouldn't we?"

    "It may be..." Virsín paused and gave Finn a dark feeling, like he sensed danger coming for himself and Finn. He continued as Finn grew with foreboding anticipation, "it may be unavoidable."

    "Then we'll pull through and survive. Like always," Finn replied. Unsure of himself, though, and Virsín sensed this, Finn took the matter off his mind as he put out the fire, closed the shades to the cabin, and covered himself under animals pelts in the bed and fell asleep.


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    "Bah, why do some of these days have to be so boring?" Taliyah says, annoyed at the slow pace of the overall day. She had been around the area for 7 whole areas, with not a single thing going on. She peered throughout the general vicinity, but despite how much she tried, there was not but a sign of what she was hoping for. She sighed quietly, before kicking some rocks around.


    "Well, maybe you wouldn't care so much if you stopped treating our job like it was some kind of play date." Azelf said in a slightly annoyed voice, before examining their own thoughts. Something seemed off about the air that was not sitting right with them, and they weren't exactly sure what it was. As the wind swept past Taliyah, they caught it finally. However, it wasn't a sign of another Pokemon or what they were hoping for. No, what they sensed, was power.


    "Taliyah, we got to head out of this vicinity soon. There's a danger coming that we will need bacup for, so I hope you're prepared for this. Get your guns ready, and if you see anything that's not a simple Pokemon, don't stop for it. You need help as soon as possible." Azelf stated, before residing back into her mind while the guns made out of psychic energy appeared in her hand. She was surprised by this, before nodding her head.


    "I hope you're correct about this Azelf, last time you got one of these feelings it was literally due to a Slugma who was screeching like a banshee due to falling into a small puddle."

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    this mission is now LOCKED! <3 please let me know if you plan on entering hiatus; if you don't post for more than 2 weeks, you may be RP'ed out of the mission. @K'sariya; @weirlind120; @Surfer Liam; @Dash;

    THE FIRE SERMON || POST 2
    WORD COUNT: 505

    I. IN FORGETFUL SNOW

    We do not remember a time when we were I.

    There is the fleeting understanding of individuality, of two souls in two bodies, of one soul ripped and the other soul shredded and the slush stitched together and the chill setting in, and then we opened our eyes and took our first collective breath in a cold, cruel world. I understands mercy. I understands warmth. I respects the boundaries of life and death and knows not to take from one to give to the other. We do not.

    Cold has never been anything more than negative. We are not heat. We are not light. We are nothing, nihilism, detraction, abstraction, absence.

    There are alarms in the perimeter. Multiple intruders from different directions, all coming to infringe upon MAZ's domain. We do not permit that.

    "Lilac," Raja says over the intercom, but we do not need telling twice. There is a threat -- there are four threats -- that we must not let pass.

    The elevator carries us to the top of the facility. From the highest point of the northern tower, we do not need to strain to look over the lands below. The fenced perimeter of HQ stretches around us in a rigid triangle, boundaries tightly defined by guarded, electrified fences. The ground levels are form over substance: guard rooms, barracks, surveillance, recon. The three spires on each corner peer over the land, each guarded by its own monstrosity. We do not commune with our siblings in the other two; we are not fire or thunder.

    The secrets of MAZ are beneath. There are monsters in the ground; a sprawling network of tunnels and trenches that demarcate the lines of a battle of which we do not know the full extent. The intruders must be kept out; that is all that is certain.

    Four of them, perhaps oblivious, perhaps not, that they have breached a hidden line that they should never have crossed. We will not let them pass lightly. Cerulean wings flare outward, feathers tipped white. Head tilts to the sky. Blue eyes glaze over and energy is given as an offering to the cold. The cold takes and takes and takes, and we give.

    The wind answers our call. Wings flex and direct, and the storm roars forward with the force of an avalanche. A spiralling cyclone of ice and air, our elements, begins devouring the wastelands before us. Formerly barren, the ground gives up a fraction of its thickset layer of snow to the storm; there are no grasses or trees or rocks to hold it; only flat sheets of ice and cold, and now the storm.

    We let the wind project our voice as the bittercold converges upon the four intruders, spread across the flat tundra like specs in the face of a tidal roar. "You are not welcome here. Leave or die. Do not expect mercy if you try to proceed."

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    Finn was out foraging for berries in the woods nearby the cabin. He had weaved a small basket out of wild grasses to hold the berries. Planning on parting from the cabin soon, he wanted a good stock of provisions before he left, but as he picked another handful of raspberries a chill went through the air. A cold breeze had come to blow over the field and Finn took notice with a shutter. It was an odd wind as it didn't come from the north and didn't follow the natural wind pattern.

    Soon, snow began to float down over the land and Finn looked to the sky. A large conglomerate of icy clouds were amassing nearby being blown forth by a wind carrying heavier snow. Concerned, Finn began walking back to the cabin, which was unfortunately in the direction of the oncoming storm. Snow began to build, the land began to whiten, and the wind began to strengthen.

    Wrapped in his Bibarel Pelt, Finn trekked through the now blizzard conditions, abandoning his basket of berries. The sudden frozen tempest was foreboding; it chilled Finn's senses with ominous warnings, almost as if the wind itself was speaking to him. "You are not welcome here," it seemed to call out to Finn as the snow thickened and wind howled, "Leave or die," the wind whispered through its own screeching, "Do not expect mercy if you try to proceed." Finn was unsure if it were his own fears and thoughts that were telling him these messages, or something else...

    "Virsín," Finn asked as he continued plowing, step by step, through the snow, "is that my fear warning me?"

    "No," Virsín answered, "something is in the storm, some powerful creature is blowing this mighty storm. But continue your trek; look up."

    Finn looked up as saw through the near whiteout the silhouette of the cabin. Sanctuary. Finn drug his feet through the snow until he reached the cabin door and entered to a safe haven. It was out of the blizzard, but not out of the cold. Finn hurried to start a fire in the fireplace and covered himself with pelts from the bed. Shivering, he looked out the window as the storm intensified; he hoped no other soul was caught in the unforeseen act of nature. He also hoped it would calm enough for him to escape whatever's wrath caused this plight. Until then, he would have to live off of the fish and rabbit he had hunted and saved before he had planned to leave.


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    KAYUQTUQ "KIT" AALUK

    She's squinting ahead at the towering structure when it disappears completely and suddenly into the white. The shift causes her to pause, to hesitate. Kit sucks in an icy breath as she tries to ensure that she doesn't lose her bearings and that's when she notices the swath of blizzard racing toward her, like a massive wall bearing down the slopes. A curse hisses from her throat. Gaze turns rapidly from side to side, trying to find somewhere to go to take shelter.

    At the last moment, she sees a roof in the distance, poking from the snow.

    The wind and ice blasts her like a solid entity, like a train smashing into her. It topples her onto her rear and it takes immense restraint to keep her calm and flatten herself against the snow to keep her from tumbling down, down, down the slope. Heat from her rage melts the ice beneath her a bit, sinking her down enough to find her footing and haul small body upright. Grunting, she struggles toward the roof that she'd seen, her body trying to stay low to the ground so that the wind will not catch her and carry her off the mountain.

    "You are not welcome here. Leave or die. Do not expect mercy if you try to proceed."

    This only strengthens her resolve. She focuses on pouring heat off of her body, baking her own resilient skin beneath her parka. Kit forces it until her garments nearly reach the point of smoldering beneath heavy fur overcoat. Every step she takes grows more heavy but she puts her head down and plows through to the end. If it weren't for the broadcast wanting to warn her away, she might have turned back, but now her suspicions are confirmed. Not only are the humans here doing something they definitely should it, but they know it.

    She lunges for the door.

    Kit practically tumbles into the cabin, the door slamming shut behind her in the wind as she throws herself inside, panting. The heat from her body floods the cabin in a sudden wave of warmth. Fatigued body hunches on the cabin floor for a moment as she tries to control the world spinning around her. She notices then the fire crackling in the fireplace. Kit jumps up, eyes whirling about, and is infinitely surprised to see a familiar face.

    "Finn?" comes the guttural inquiry. Her voice has grown rough with disuse again. It's been a couple of months since their encounter in the city--she wonders how he ended up here. She didn't think anyone else was interested in the frozen land that was north.

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    Dodger scaled the precarious slope as expertly as he could; though the Volcano PokeSoul was an expert mountain climber, he could feel something...off, something in the air that was trying to warn him away. He shrugged off the feeling, though his human side was also starting to bother him about it, further setting him on edge. He banished the thoughts of the human side and his own as he heard, almost felt, the resounding voice wash over him. The voice was melancholy but full of conviction, as it told him to leave, as if he were trespassing on its territory.

    Dodger wasn't much for disturbing others or trespassing; he followed the life motto of avoiding others so they left him alone as well, but not only did he feel there was more to this than just a territory dispute, he got the whiff of adventure. There was no stopping Dodger when something interesting was about to happen. The flame was lit, the desire was there, and to be quite honest, Dodger had nothing better to be doing; the beauty of coming back down to EarthWorld was there were no obligations. He felt the breeze blow by as he breathed in the smell of adventure.

    The voice was emanating from the selfsame mountain that Dodger was originally heading for, which also ended up working out perfectly. Instead of streaking off at a sprint as he normally would. Dodger decided to walk and wait, ready to see what came when the warning wasn't heeded.
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    Note: There's one swear word but yeah.

    Azelf had met something of this power before. It was inhuman and even worst than a Pokemon, a threat to the world and society if it were to go into an outrage upon the lands. The one was from a power similar to that of the legendaries that were around the world, but this was not a truly mystical being. It was one that was corrupted, maybe not pure?

    A blizzard starts to wrap around Taliyah's body, chilling her to the bone. Azelf works quickly to help Taliyah adjust to the cold in the best way they could, as they tried to gain an understanding of what was going on. There wasn't many legendaries of those from the Ice type, so this was most likely being caused by an Articuno or possibly Kyurem, but why? There was no reasons for them to attack innocent creatures with this storm of ice, let alone in such a fierce way. Azelf pressed Taliyah onwards through the storm, till they spotted a cabin.

    As Azelf guided her through it so that she could keep her eyes open but focus on the other surroundings, a message radiated through the wind to both of them. A threat to them to leave the area or face death. This wouldn't be the first time that this would be told to them. It was pretty common to be condemned to death in a world against the concept of two minds sharing one body. However, Taliyah pulled a quick one on Azelf and as they were heading to the cabin, stuck up a middle finger to the storm behind them.

    "Fuck off." She said quietly, before getting to the doorknob. She wraps her hand around it, cold sinking in, and throws herself in the building. As she arrives in the building, I notice that there are two others here, a fire lit within the fireplace. Taliyah overlooked both of them, before sighing in annoyance. She hadn't really any memory of meeting them, but now she knew she'd have to deal with people she was not comfortable with, and the fact that both of them seemed to already know each other made things more uncomfortable.

    "Well, enjoy the company Taliyah."


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