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sayitwithpocky2011-09-17 09:53 pm
villainousvirus) wrote in sayitwithpocky2011-09-17 09:53 pm
I am a visitor here, I am not permanent
Warnings: Strong death themes! (Context!)
[He couldn't have been prepared.
No matter how many times you see it in films or hear it on the radio—no matter how many times it's played-out in reruns running through your mind, it's no education. It doesn't matter how many times you watch frame by frame in even the most heart-rendering acting—you can't learn death the way you learn Earth culture. No. It doesn't help at all the day you have to live out this plot-line for yourself and one of the lead characters in your own life is killed off. The writers know he had hoped not to have had to so soon.
Nothing he's learned of death from films can console him or guide him as Shaymin screams and sobs at him that Jirachi, her sister, his daughter is dead. Gravity is suddenly too much and Deoxys sinks to his knees without a word, death and blind to his living daughter's despair. He doesn't acknowledging her even when she screams at him and shakes him. For him to provide some response, comfort, anything!
He notices her agonised departure just as little. He knots his fingers into his hair, staring with wide-eyes at nothing in particular. She's not gone, no, she can't be, she's not gone, no—]
[He couldn't have been prepared.
No matter how many times you see it in films or hear it on the radio—no matter how many times it's played-out in reruns running through your mind, it's no education. It doesn't matter how many times you watch frame by frame in even the most heart-rendering acting—you can't learn death the way you learn Earth culture. No. It doesn't help at all the day you have to live out this plot-line for yourself and one of the lead characters in your own life is killed off. The writers know he had hoped not to have had to so soon.
Nothing he's learned of death from films can console him or guide him as Shaymin screams and sobs at him that Jirachi, her sister, his daughter is dead. Gravity is suddenly too much and Deoxys sinks to his knees without a word, death and blind to his living daughter's despair. He doesn't acknowledging her even when she screams at him and shakes him. For him to provide some response, comfort, anything!
He notices her agonised departure just as little. He knots his fingers into his hair, staring with wide-eyes at nothing in particular. She's not gone, no, she can't be, she's not gone, no—]
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Throughout Shaymin's screams, throughout Heatran's sobs as he returns home after her first day as an attendant at the cities spa. It was supposed to be a good day. A day a lot of things got done.
Arceus and Deoxys would be off to work that night like every night before. It wasn't glamorous, their work, but their daughters didn't mind.
Shaymin spent her time in her gardens, reading and doing her homework. Heatran was more adventurous, she liked to gaze through her telescope and explore around the house, get into every little thing she could to figure out how they worked. An inside-adventurer- unlike her vegetarian, outdoorsy-fraternal twin, Heatran enjoyed the inside more than out.
Jirachi liked to read, write, and paint. The only isle in the house was hers to use alone, and every bit of her artwork was hung on the walls around the house by herself. Her family would praise her when they got a chance- weren't too busy. She was part of the book club, but was always so busy that it was hard to find the time to gather her own mail. Jirachi was the most mature of her sisters, she wanted to be on the honour role, and did her homework straight after school. She wasn't pressured to get a job like her sisters were, since she would write novels when she had the time. So she always came straight home.
But why wasn't she home yet?
Arceus stares vacantly down at a small grey tin on the ground that Shaymin had brought home with her. It was a very tiny tin, it wasn't very pretty- it looked like something she would make on her crafting table. Out of little bits of scrap, like the mooing cow toy or the little device that made scents when you walked over it. Those always made her family happy. A little boost for a hard day at work or school. ]
Where is Jirachi?
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