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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:04 pm
Okay, so the rp Adaptation didn't get finished and probably will never be, so everything that was planned to happen in it will be noted here, so I stop forgetting:
• Aila was going to reprimand Inigo for only having grass-types
• Inigo mentions something about either his birthday/not adjusting too well/something, so Aila has the idea to bake him a cake sometime later
• Conversation somehow drifts to other things and Inigo tells Aila about his phobia of water, which leads into him telling her about his mother, and her telling him about hers. Aila recommends seeing Isadora.
Sometime in September, Aila baked and gave Inigo a cake for his birthday. Sometime between that and his promotion to grunt, he returned the favor by giving Aila a plant, one with dark pink flowers. Probably a pink stargazer lily plant or something
"she would have stared quietly for a moment, reached forward just short of touching the petals, smiled a bit, and given a perfectly sincere thanks"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:43 pm
This takes place during Those Who Remain (in which Inigo brought Aila's body to the infirm and left, which leads into this solo), which occurs directly after the raid All Your Base. This solo is actually a lead-in to the roleplay Nunca Más, Nevermore, which happens shortly after.The grunt stood in the elevator, dazedly staring down at the opposite corner. The raid he'd been on - his very first - was ultimately successful. They'd gotten Nyx (who was shot), found out what Galactic's objectives were (to destroy the world), stopped them (with explosions that hurt almost everybody else in the process), came back in their Yanmega jet (and destroyed their other one), and despite all of the action and excitement (yeah right) and stress, it all felt just... So surreal.
Ding.
Inigo stepped out of the elevator, moving on auto-pilot for the time being. Even though it was only two floors, he didn't trust himself on the stairs at the moment. When he slid his keycard into the door and stumbled in, he noticed Alba wasn't there. Oh, maybe he was working.. He wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing - he needed to talk to someone, but on the other hand, he really just wanted to be alone for a while. Maybe go... hibernate or something. He just... He still couldn't process everything. He hadn't fully realized the full extent of what had happened, though, because a single fact pervaded his thoughts, pushing everything else to the outer limits of his head to take up the most prominent spot in his brain.
Aila was dead.
He'd witnessed the explosion, he remembered as he released the four pokemon he'd brought - Dimitri was lounging on his pillow (he'd also taken another pillow which Inigo had a sneaking suspicion belonged to his roommate). He'd watched her get back in the jet, watched her turn to her Arcanine for support - both physical and emotional. He didn't really know what to do for her, just... sat there while her partner held her in his arms, and he just... He just watched her die. Why did she have to die? Things seemed to be going so well, too... Until the whole building started collapsing due to the combined power of a half-dozen or so angry legendaries, of course. But... Aila. Aila was dead.
He stumbled over to his bed, felt for the mattress before slumping down onto it so he wouldn't miss, his elbows on his knees with his face buried in his hands.
Aila was dead.
"Niuu."
His head jerked up a bit before an expansive green forehead was suddenly plonked on his, and Inigo found his green eyes staring into a pair of bright gold ones. It was a gesture Leilani didn't use very often, reserved for times when Inigo was upset - which was almost never. Her gold eyes were full of worry and concern, but most prominently, a question: What's wrong? She didn't need words to speak to him, and he didn't need her to speak to understand her. "Aila..." His voice broke as he spoke the name, the single word - his face contorted slightly as his green eyes, normally so bright and full of happiness, shut tight against the tears that threatened to spill.
"..niuu..." In one fluid movement the large Meganium had pulled her head from his, instead sliding it over his shoulder to gently nudge her chin on his back.
He responded immediately, slipping off the side of the bed to his knees in a rather stiff, vaguely jerky manner, then hung his arms loosely around Leilani's neck and shoulders. His brown fingers gently brushed against the beautiful petals circling her neck, and when his face twisted once again into an expression of extreme anguish he didn't bother to stop it, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. His whole body tensed, his fingers clenching as he clung to her. "Aila murió," he choked out into her slick neck, his shoulders beginning to tremble. "Pobrecita murió de las heridas recibidas..." She slid her head around him, partially encircling his grief-stricken form with her long neck. While the large Meganium didn't understand everything, she understood at least two things, and her gold eyes shut tight to share in his sadness as he sobbed into her shoulder. "Pobrecita murió, mi amor Leilani... Aila murió..."
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 2:24 am
This solo takes place the day after I Regret to Inform You.It had been several days since Aila's death, and Inigo could still hardly believe it. He didn't want to believe it, and if he hadn't watched her pass with his own eyes, he very well might have refused to believe it. How could Aila die? Aila? She was always so careful, so smart, she always knew what to do - in his opinion, anyway - so the thought that she could die was almost beyond his comprehension.
With a frustrated sigh he flopped backwards onto his bed, pressing his hands into his eyes. Why Aila? Why did she have to die..?
For the umpteenth time he found himself going over the raid in its entirety in his mind. Was there something he could have done? Should have done? Probably. He could've distracted that Shaymin, lured it away or something... But he had no idea beforehand that it would explode - he hadn't even known what the thing was to begin with. He was clueless. Sort of like the rest of the mission, actually - he hadn't done anything like it before, had no idea what to do, or even what it actually entailed. He hadn't known of the risks, the dangers - the results, nor the effects. And now Aila was dead.
The grunt pushed himself back up to a sitting position before his elbows planted themselves on his knees, and he dropped his face into his hands. Aila was dead, and he felt responsible. Oh, he knew it wasn't his fault - not entirely, anyway - there was no way he could have stopped the Shaymin even if he had known what it would do. It was too far away, had gotten there so quickly nobody really had any time to react. None of this made him feel any less useless, however.
Inigo's gaze slid to his desk near his bed. It was a veritable mess - there was a laptop under there somewhere, along with several notebooks and writing utensils. Bits of crinkled paper and specks of soil were the primary occupants of the desk, but not the largest. No, the largest were the multitude of pots of various sizes. All of them housed a plant of some kind - most were largely green and leafy, nothing exciting. A few buds here and there on some, but the most impressive by far was in a small pot atop a similarly colored dish, obviously meant to keep any moisture from seeping onto the desk and ruining it. The plant this light-colored pot housed was flourishing and in full bloom - a beautiful specimen, he'd thought when he'd purchased it not all that long ago - with large and fragrant deep pink blossoms. The lily looked to be well cared for - the others did as well, but not nearly as much as this - and it alone sat under a similarly sized sun lamp to make up for the lack of windows in the room. The teen drew a deep, slightly shaky breath as his gaze rested on the blooming lily, then focused on the other plants in turn. The desk was a mess, and looked more like some sort of plant display-to-be.
And what were they all doing there? They had been for his research, of course - his personal, meaningless research that was little more than attempting to learn as much about the study of botany as he possibly could. And why? How would it benefit him in the end? It was a thought he'd never given an ounce of consideration to in the past. In the past, he'd simply clung to the subject and ran with it as far as he could. It had led him to his more immoral research and several tests on pokemon, which had ultimately led to his expulsion from the university, and thereafter saw him join Team Rocket. And now Aila was dead. So really, what had all of that gotten him? Absolutely nothing. No where. It was useless, all of it - just like he felt. So why keep it? Any of it?
The sudden realization brought a firm set to his countenance and a purpose in his actions as he stood, roughly pushing the chair aside. He knelt down briefly and pulled out a large box that had several thick binders tossed into it haphazardly, and he directed a very displeased frown at them before he upturned the box and dumped them all out. In their place, he began to drop all of the plants into it instead - only being careful enough to ensure they didn't land on their sides or tip over - each one, one right after the other, all with as little care as possible. All of them, that is, except the lily and the sun lamp. The latter he placed on one side of the desk (after a quick few sweeps of one hand to brush as many specks of soil and spare bits of paper off as he could), before he very gently and very carefully placed the blooming plant beneath its bulb, a stark contrast to how he'd treated the rest of his plants that had, at one point, been the very focus of his research. That done, he picked up the full box with a slight grunt of effort, shifted it a bit so he could open his door, then left.
He returned roughly half an hour later with the box notably empty, and he was silently grateful that his roommate, Alba, was still absent. While he really liked the (much) older man, he really wasn't in a state to discuss his current actions - nor did he really have any desire to talk about them at the moment. Later, probably, but right now wasn't the time. With a sigh he dropped the box back onto the floor next to his desk before he pulled a garbage can a few inches closer, then began to organize all the scraps of paper. It didn't take long to flip through all of them, and a majority of them were discarded. The rest were set into a very small, neat pile next to the lily and its lamp. After a few swipes of his hand to get rid of any remaining dirt that had settled on the desk - he'd vacuum later - he grabbed the nearest binder and dropped it onto the desk with a loud thud before he opened it and started flipping through its pages. It would take roughly an hour and a half of glancing and reading and eyeballing and sorting before he'd pulled only the most important pages from every single binder and had organized them into just one, which now rested in a drawer beneath his desk. The rest were dumped haphazardly back into the box before he stood and shoved it rather roughly into the closet he shared with his roommate - he'd figure out what to do with it later.
Finally he sat back down and exhaled slowly as he surveyed the end result of his work - which happened to be a desk that hadn't been this clean since he'd moved in, coupled with a rather messy floor... It wasn't later yet. With that thought in mind, he pulled the laptop closer and opened it, and a quick tap with one finger sufficed to wake the screen up from its dormant state. In another second he'd opened a browser, and was busy typing something into an Internet search website.
Shaymin... Seed.. Flare.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 5:07 pm
This was something he'd been debating for quite a long while now. He'd always thought it something Aila would've wanted him to do - it had been so long since her death now that he couldn't remember if she had actually suggested as much, or if he just assumed she did - but it was something that scared and unnerved him for so long he'd put it off indefinitely. It had been almost two full years now since he'd last been home, and part of him still didn't want to be there even now, but as he found himself standing uncertainly on the doorstep, he realized it was too late to turn back. Well, no, it wasn't, really... He could just turn back now and leave, put off the visit another year or two maybe --
-- except the door opened, and his mother abruptly ceased her departure when her eyes met his. She looked thoroughly surprised to see him there, in the dark, and he looked just as surprised - mostly because he had expected to, y'know, knock first before the door opened. "...Inigo?"
"Ah," he started, dipping his head and fixing his gaze on the floor in front of her feet, "hey mom.."
"Wh.. what are you doing here?" She asked quietly, fixing him with a perplexed and also someone uncertain gaze that he didn't see, as his focus was still the floor.
"I just.. thought it was time to come home for a quick visit, I guess," he replied with a shrug, moving his gaze to a point on the floor off to the side. "Since it's been so long now, and all.. So you guys still know I'm alive and everything." In case they even still worried.
"Almost two years," she reminded him quietly. There was a heavy sigh before she stepped back and pushed open the door. "Come in. Come on in, before somebody sees you." He wilted slightly before the last phrase, but silently complied and entered the house he hadn't set foot in for so long, and a wave of nostalgia hit him instantly. It was, essentially, just the same as it had been when he'd left. Some things had been changed, removed, added, or swapped with something else, but overall, still about the same. "You shouldn't have come, you know," his mother said quietly, and he turned around to meet her gaze briefly before his fell again.
"..ah, sorry.."
"I still get asked if you've been arrested yet. The police still drop by every so often to see if you ever came back." Inigo wilted further, and his whole countenance spoke of intense guilt. "You shouldn't have come." Inigo opened his mouth to speak but refrained, instead choosing to remain standing there silently, and he shut his eyes as his heart not only fell to his shoes, but dropped through the floor of the elevated tree house and all the way to the grass beneath. He took in a shaky breath as he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he suddenly found the shorter woman's arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace. "You shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did. It's.. it's good to see you, and to know you're alright."
Inigo was momentarily stunned, but he quickly hugged her back and bowed his head to her shoulder. "S'good to see you too mom," he replied softly, his voice slightly hoarse. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she replied as she hugged him a bit tighter briefly before she stepped away and gently laid her hands on his arms to get a better look at him. "Annalise has too." A pause. "Your father's out though."
"Oh okay, I wasn't sure if.."
"No, I wouldn't suggest it..."
"Okay," he replied, though he still smiled at the fact his little sister had missed him. It was comforting to know they still cared - even if his dad probably didn't, from the looks of it. "So," the grunt replied as he shuffled only slightly awkwardly, "is she, ah.."
Before he could continue his thought and before his mother could answer, a sudden shout of delight sounded from the nearby hallway. "Inigo!"
The named turned around, a wide grin immediately spreading across his face as he lowered himself to one knee and spread his arms wide to catch his little sister as she launched herself towards him. "Annalise!"
"She's still awake, yes," his mother replied with a smile, even though the answer didn't need to be voiced.
"Inigo, Inigo! You're home, you're home, you're home!" The little girl said excitedly, practically bouncing in his arms in her exuberance.
"I know, I know!" He chuckled, hugging her tight for a long few moments before holding her at an arm's length. "Ahh look at you! You've gotten so big! You're, what, ten now?" The girl offered a vigorous nod in response, making him chuckle again. "Ah, qué bien! Finally up in the double digits now, huh?"
"Yep!" She giggled proudly, then a sudden look of realization passed over her features before she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the hall. "Ohh, look! Come look! Come look at my room! Mommy you come too!" The trio went into Annalise's room to admire how it had changed since he'd left for several minutes before heading into Inigo's old room - or what his room had been, anyway.
"Your father's idea," his mother said quietly as he looked around the now-guest room; Annalise made a face.
"I kinda figured," Inigo said with a slight sigh in his voice, gazing around. He was glad he'd taken the important things when he'd come with Aila one last time before joining Team Rocket... He moved across the room to sit on the bed and gaze around quietly, looking at all the changes they'd made during his long absence. Annalise skipped over and crawled over to kneel behind him so she could wrap her small arms around his shoulders, and their mother sat down beside him. He couldn't help the quick glance, the almost subconscious comparison of her fair skin tone to his darker one. She didn't seem to notice, though, and before long the three had entered a happy discussion of past events and stories, memories and reminiscing. A photo album was even removed from some corner of the house and brought out to share. While Inigo and Annalise were busy with that, their mother disappeared into another room briefly before returning with a dusty box, over which the pair on the bed gave her curious glances.
"For you," she said after a small hesitation, then sat down and offered it to Inigo. There was writing on the box's cover that he didn't immediately recognize, but as soon as he saw it his breath caught in his throat rather painfully. It had his full name - his full real name - the last name he'd had when he was still with his birth mother. Gingerly, almost as if he was afraid, he laid his hand on top of the box, his fingers playing over the faded letters on its surface, but rather than open it he aimed a pointedly curious look at his mother, although his countenance spoke of a whirl of emotions besides that. She dipped her head in response. "These were a few things they took from your mother's house before you were put up for adoption. We meant to give them to you someday, but we just were never sure when or how to even bring it up... I know we should have a lot sooner, but it was just.. we weren't sure..." She trailed off as Inigo set the box aside and pulled her into a tight, unexpected embrace, and Annalise leaned away for a moment to allow them space.
Inigo could only pull in a shaky breath before he whispered, "thank you" as he hugged her tighter. Absolutely everything relating to his birth mother - from the single picture he had to all of his memories of her - was more precious than he could even possibly imagine to accurately describe in words, and even though he as yet had no idea what was in the box beside him, he knew it contained things of hers and that was what mattered. It didn't even matter what exactly it contained, just that it had been hers. His mother didn't know how to respond verbally, so she instead just wrapped her arms around him with a sad smile on her face.
They were all too absorbed in their own little world that they missed the sound of the front door, of the footsteps crossing the hall before the guest room's door was pushed open further. "The hell is this?"
Both Inigo and his mother tensed at both the accusing tone and the owner of the voice, and they separated and stood to face Inigo's father. Annalise was the first to speak up, either not sensing the tense atmosphere or bravely trying to push past it. "Look, daddy, Inigo came home!"
Nobody spoke for a few moments, almost as if waiting with bated breath for something, someone, to break the stressed silence. Inigo's father, despite Annalise's hopeful and happy tones, did not look even remotely pleased at the little reunion. "I'm gonna say this one more time. What the hell is going on here?"
Inigo spoke first, taking a step forward and spreading his empty hands entreatingly. "Dad, I--"
"Don't ******** call me that!" He suddenly shouted, and before Inigo even know what was happening a fist connected painfully with the left side of his face, and he stumbled briefly before falling to the floor. Annalise screamed and scrambled to cling to her mother's side, who merely paled at the sudden violence. "Get in the other room," he said as he turned to the pair lingering uncertainly, leaving Inigo to remain stunned on the floor, a hand covering what would most certainly turn into a black eye.
"Daddy, don't hurt Inigo," the little girl cried, tears starting to fall down her cheeks.
"I said get in the other room!" He shouted, one hand balled into a fist while the other pointed out the door, and Annalise turned to hide her face in her mother's side as she cried, but she was quickly scooped up and hurried out the door.
"Don't yell at her!" Inigo was suddenly on his feet, fists raised and anger radiating through his whole being as his father turned back to him with a venomous glare.
"Don't you ******** take that tone with me, boy," his father growled as he swung again, but was plainly surprised when Inigo easily deflected the punch thrown his way. He only remained uncertain for a brief moment before he feigned another punch, but instead grabbed Inigo by the collar of his shirt to slam him into a nearby wall. "And don't call me your father - I'm not. I never was, and you know that better than anyone. You've never been a part of this family and you know it."
Inigo was caught off-guard by the switch in tactics, but the words held a certain bite that checked his anger. "...what do you mean?"
"I mean just that," his father spat. "You have never been a part of this family. You've always been too busy thinking about your birth family to bother being a part of the family that took you in and cared for you all these years before you ******** threw it all away like an ungrateful little b*****d," he growled, yanking Inigo away from the wall before letting go, and while the teen stumbled to find purchase his father's fist slammed into his jaw, sending him into a nearby dresser. The words stung more than the slowly forming bruises on his face or on his back from the dresser, and Inigo merely knelt on the rug beside it, a hand pressed to his jaw as he stared solemnly at the floor. His father just glared down at him. "Can't even deny it, can you?" Silence reigned for a few more moments before he suddenly turned and left, closing and locking the door behind him.
Inigo remained where he was, regret, remorse, and a certain amount of mournful sadness twisting his features. He'd never realized it until now - he had always been so wrapped up with thoughts of his real mother, with memories of her and wishes that he could see her again, to talk to her, that he never realized how such behavior might affect his adopted family. Immediately he wanted to get up, to go apologize to them all, to try and convey how sorry he was that he'd given them so much grief that he never even meant to, that he never even realized...
...but it was too late, he just as quickly realized, as the blood froze in his veins at the sound of his father on the phone in the other room.
"Hello? Yes... like to report a break-in... Locked him in the guest room..."
It was muffled, but he didn't need to hear every single word to know exactly what was going on, and he closed it off completely, tried to ignore the rest of the one-sided exchange as his hands balled into fists and his face contorted with anguish.
He allowed himself a brief moment before he inhaled a shaky breath, hardened his heart, and pushed himself to his feet to better assess the situation. It took no time at all to decide his course of action, and he'd opened the single window in a matter of seconds. He carefully picked up the box his mother had given him and placed it on the dresser next to the window, climbed out, then pulled the box out after him and gently placed it on the porch that surrounded the entire elevated house. A hand had lowered to the belt of pokeballs at his waist, but before he could pick one out, the sound of a window opening nearby made him freeze.
"Inigo!" The whisper was forced, upset, and urgent, and the named exhaled, and with it went the brief coldness he'd forced onto his heart. He turned around and moved silently to the next window over, reaching out to take Annalise's outstretched hand before reaching through the window to hug her one last time, and the little girl sniffled as she clung to her elder brother. "Inigo, are you okay? Where are you going?"
"I'm fine, mi hermanita amada," he whispered to her as he gently ran a hand over her hair. "I have to leave; dad doesn't want me here I guess. He's still upset."
The girl buried her face into Inigo's shoulder, her small hands clinging to his shirt tightly. "But I want you here!" She sobbed quietly, and the teen's heart wrenched as he hugged her tighter, regret tinging his features.
"I know, hermanita, I know..." He sighed as he pushed her away by the shoulders so he could look her in the eye, one hand reaching up to very gently wipe tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry... But I can't stay, you know that, don't you?" She clung to his wrists instead, biting her lip as she nodded silently, and he managed a sad smile. "Be a good girl for mom and dad, alright?"
"Alright," she replied sadly, dipping her head down as his mother appeared in the window, reaching a hand out to grip his arm, her countenance one of pain and sorrow.
"I'm sorry--"
"No, I'm sorry," he interrupted softly, reaching up to remove her hand from his arm if only to grip it tightly with both of his, sadness and remorse crossing his face, "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel unappreciated, or like we weren't family, or anything.. I just... I never meant.."
"Shh," she hushed him with a sad smile, reaching her other hand out to gently touch his cheek as a few tears escaped and fell down hers. "Don't ever feel that way. We knew - know - how much you care. It's okay."
Inigo's mouth opened to speak, closed, opened again, then clenched shut as he forced back the tears that wanted to spill, and instead of attempting to voice thoughts that didn't want to be voiced, he gripped her hand tighter. His other hand reached out to Annalise's cheek, and as her small fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist, he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head, then one on his mother's hand as well before he let both of them go and backed away. He couldn't speak - he suspected they couldn't either, as his mother hugged his sister close - but none of them needed to anymore. Pained expressions filled with sorrow and remorse and worry were present on both of their faces, while Inigo's was simply regret. Regret for being so focused on his birth mother that he'd ignored his adopted family for all these years, regret for turning to research that expelled him from the University, regret for joining a criminal organization, regret for ever leaving his family in the first place - regret that things had come to this... A very fleeting regret that he hadn't died in the river when he was five, so that he would have never had to subject his blameless family to his actions over the past fifteen years.
He knelt down to pick up the box, holding it close to his chest as he slid under the rail of the porch, giving one last look to his mother and sister, a look filled with so many emotions that he couldn't even express. The moment ended much too soon as he slipped under the railing and landed on the grass below, jaw clenching at the strain it placed on his body. Unfortunately he didn't have time to worry if he'd hurt his legs or his ankles, and instead he called out his Pidgeot, climbed on, held the box securely in front of him, and the pair alighted into the air, leaving the sound of sirens fading into the distance.
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