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[PKMN] All We Are - Ingo and Emmet 
The world was a very different place now. Mew had seen it change through so many years but this; this was the worst change of all. Humans fought against humans; Pokemon forced to slaughter not only each other but people as well. There was no freedom for the weak; those who fought against this horrible group of villains were executed.
Mew had heard they called themselves 'Genesis'.
The legendary Pokemon was not sure of how to go about protecting the humans that she had called friend for so long. They never did anything to harm her; none of the legendary Pokemon went through much harm. There were people with bad intentions - that was true; but most others never attempted to harm them.
Most Pokemon had fled if they could; here, to Unova where people were still free; or as free as they could be now. Genesis was slowly taking over, suppressing more and more people by the day. There were very few places that were safe now. It was for this reason, Mew had come here. She had wanted to help onl
[PKMN] All We Are - Ingo and Emmet 
Early morning was the next Velda woke, sleeping through the entire night. That in itself was a rare feat for her. She had briefly wondered if it was because she was a Rufflet now or if she simply exhausted herself leading Lacie about the entire day. They did manage to find some place safe; at least, that was Velda had expected. What she hadn't expected as finding a face peering at them.
A strange, startled, squawk left Velda's mouth. Wing's sent a flutter, the woman turned Pokemon wasn't sure what to do. The reaction only seemed to make this gray haired male smile more. In hindsight, if it had been any other moment, if she were human; she might have found that smile to rather welcoming. Now, she was afraid of what would happen to herself and Lacie.
"What have you taken, little Rufflet?" The man's voice was rather playful and friendly.
He reached out, attempting to grab her black whistle she had been carrying. For a brief moment, she'd all but forgotten of its existence. She took the me
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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