* °* • ✷✵ And you could buy up all of the 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨, But it wouldn't...
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Nov 05, 2026
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* °* • ✷✵
And you could buy up all of the 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨,
But it wouldn't 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 who you are.
° • ✸ .
[Solo - Dark themes present.]
TW // abuse ; general dark themes.
And you could buy up all of the 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨,
But it wouldn't 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 who you are.
° • ✸ .
[Solo - Dark themes present.]
TW // abuse ; general dark themes.
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This night, like many others, was quiet at first. You’re curled up in your box, your little six by six home. Everyone else was bothered by their place, but you weren’t. This was who you are; all you’d ever known, ever remembered.
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You were Chimera, and that little tattoo pressed into your throat proved you belonged to Team Plasma. That was alright! A lot of people were much worse off, and this was normal right?
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Then the door opens. Somewhere down the corridor, there’s the slamming of cage doors. Not unusual, but it was for this late; the moon was full, heavy in the sky overhead. You don’t even lift your head to look anymore, just give a small yawn as you roll over.
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Whispers fill the air as the main door, made of daunting silver metal, slams shut again. A newcomer. That’s what the voices said; and then something more: this one was special. For what reason? Who knew, really. Did it matter?
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A few words were tossed around; 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 . . .
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The last one piqued your interest. You lift your head off the cold concrete, listening intently now. The woman to your right turns her head to you, a grimace on her face, tinged with pity. For you, maybe? For the new one?
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You’d lost track of the days you’d been in Team Plasma’s ranks, but it had to have been at least a month.
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“Have you ever heard the legend of Ho-Oh, kid?” She whispered to you. You shake your head; you hadn’t. Legends weren’t allowed, because apparently they bring hope. Stories, spun…
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But just one couldn’t hurt, right? You weren’t chipped yet, after all. Breaking one rule was OK.
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You wriggle closer to the bars, seafoam hues wide. You want to hear the story, you do. This was the same woman who had been teaching you to read through the cell bars; she was safe, you and she both knew that.
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“Settle down, then.” She murmured, “I came from Johto, you know. Moving here—worst mistake of my life.”
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𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘵𝘰. You should remember that. It sounds important.
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Soft downy fur fluffs up around your throat, and you dig your nails into the hard concrete, already excited about this new story. New things were hard to come by in the cages, and most of the tales of the outside world came from those who came in; and once those run out…
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“This Pokemon is so rare not many people believe it exists,” She says, a fleeting smile flashing across her face. “But it’s said that the ones who do are promised happiness, forever.
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They say it’s got beautiful wings that trail rainbows where-ever it goes; I’ve never seen it, but I really want to. Maybe that’ll the day I get out of here.”
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She talked about leaving a lot, but that was okay. Everyone else had hopes and dreams, but not you. Chimera doesn’t have time for dreaming: Chimera’s only got time for work!
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You nod rapidly, looking up at the sky through the large window above, as if somehow it’d make the magical Pokemon appear.
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“The others are saying that the new prisoner brought a Ho-Oh feather with him. That’s what he claims, anyway. But they took it away. How wonderful would it be if Ho-Oh were truly real?” She sighs, holding onto that sliver of hope.
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“That’s so cool.” You whisper; the first word you’ve spoken all day. Don’t speak unless spoken to—but better yet, not at all.
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“It is. They say that Ho-Oh searches for a trainer, pure of heart to hold it’s mantle. Of course, there are dark sides to every story, but you don’t need to hear about them. You’re too young.”
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She spoke gently, but she made it clear she wasn’t going to say anything else about the great rainbow avian.
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You nod, sensing the conversation was over. You rest your chin on the concrete, staring up at the moon above; glorious, large, bright.
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You could only imagine how beautiful seeing a Ho-Oh feather—and Ho-Oh itself—must be. That person was oh so lucky if they weren’t lying. Surely they would’ve let him keep it if it were just a lousy feather.
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Everyone got one thing. You had your Pokeball, with a Pokemon they called 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 inside. The woman next to you has a bracelet with a wooden charm of a Pokemon you don’t recognize on it.
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The blind man across the corridor from you has his flute. He plays music sometimes, and it’s very pretty…
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...Does that mean this person got to keep nothing?
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Why do you care?
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You shrug, letting your gaze drop from the bedazzling moon. If the woman was right, and Ho-Oh was so rare, there was no way this person could’ve found one of those shimmery rainbow feathers…
[END.]
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