bluesidra
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Within one second, Hana was back, her attention focused on the Sneasel. The Darkest Day. What did it know about it?"So. Why're you so interested in stories about swirling clouds and red lightning?"
Hana listened intently, and for the first time, her brain processed information the way it should - fast, without friction from her own memories, but most of all: without fear.Violet nodded her head in understanding. "Well, before I became the absolutely amazing Sneasel you see here," she said, swishing her cape for emphasis, "I, too, was once human." Her ear twitched as she looked at her companions in similar circumstances. She wanted to say more - how she felt faster, freer than ever - but held her tongue. "And, I suppose, for the lack of better word, I believe to have encountered - nay, lived the situation you had described."
She looked up at the sky, recalling that fateful day, "The skies were grim, the ground was ash, and all I could see was red and black," She clutched the cape, wrapping it around herself unconsciously, "And the earthquakes where omnipresent." Her eyes continued drifting, watching each fluffy cloud passing by and seeing the visions of her past, "The estate was going to collapse, gramercy for that, so I escorted my younger brother and I as far away as possible."
Her gaze shifted back down, now eyeing her reflection in her own claw as she continued, "The rest was a blur. One moment, he was with me in the cave shelter, and the next... he was gone." Her face scrunched in anger as she remembered one final detail, "...All I saw was that witch before I woke up as I am, in a far future time."
She chuckled to herself, "Quite honestly, I'd rather not return home," She grinned for a brief moment, but it quickly became a sneer as she followed up by saying, "But by my troth, I will find out what happened that day - what happened to Azure. And if I see that witch Pokémon again..." She sharpened her claws as she said this, her smile once again returning to its typical arrogance, "Well, I have a few choice words in mind."
Violet shook her head as she made an exaggerated shrug, "Alas, while I would certainly love to ponder about this further, I believe it time we moved on with the game." She looked at the other woman dressed in white. Violet recalled her mentioning she too, was from Galar - a perfect candidate. "Hana, was it? So, truth, or dare?"
Earthquakes, estate, cave shelter, witch, future time. Bulletpoints. The rest was unimportant, at least for her. In her head, a cluster of questions built up, as well as an image and a horrible feeling of dread.
Bullshit it was. Unless.“That… Was thousands of years ago,” she whispered.
"What do you mean, future times?" she shot out sharply, ignoring any conversation going on around her and glaring at the Sneasel.