Ultra Wormhole RP: VeloJello
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Post #12

The girl shows her green naivety quickly. Babbs realizes it as the Haxorus charges ahead of her, stumbling and catching on everything along the way, including a nasty thwack in the face from a solid branch, shouting back about "seeing her off." With her bad feeling heavy in her gut, Babbs hopes that they'll be seeing off the one Opal thinks they will be, and not the one that Babbs fears.

Even as the worst of her imagination becomes reality, Opal brushes past her. The Haxorus' hard scales and thick tail bump her as the dragon passes, but the Gogoat stands stoically still, the prey instinct of flinching away smothered beneath the heavy weight of the old Gogoat's understanding. She lowers her head and watches as Opal struggles against the log. The old Ranger sees herself mirrored there in that moment--memories of her straining against the weight of a boulder in a futile attempt to move it; memories of the blood; memories of what it looked like when help finally arrived to lift the giant stone that had come tumbling down the mountain with the landslide. Babbs isn't angry at Opal for trying--she's glad. It was better to try, to truly know that nothing could have been done, than to not try at all, and be left with the guilt of wondering. There are simply certain burdens that the heart and the mind were never built to take.

As the realization sets in, Babbs extends a vine carefully from beneath leafy pelt, seeking to rest it gently on the olive plates of Opal's back. She watches as the Trainer tries to give comfort.

There's not a response from the crushed creature until the final moment, when a sudden clarity and alertness seems to cross the dragon's eyes. The mother dragon locks her gaze with Opal's, pupils wide, and then great bladed skulls gives the smallest of nods before it lowers to the earth with a sigh.

The Axew, small forehead pressed against Opal's, doesn't look. Tiny claws cling around Opal's neck as the child holds her close. They sit in silence.

When Babbs' charge speaks and wraps the child in her arms, the Axew doesn't look up. She tenses, alert as she listens, and then as soon as Opal's voice fades, she buries her face quietly into her new mother's chest.

Babb's hooves click lightly against the scattered branches and stones as she steps forward. The vine that had rested comfortingly on Opal's back applies a bit more pressure, now, reminding her that she was here. "Let her rest," the old goat says, nodding toward Opal's bag, where her Pokeballs lie. Another vine sweeps from beneath and wrests a large bough of leaves from a branch, placing it gently over the Haxorus' features. "Find peace," she wishes quietly, then turns her eyes expectantly to Opal. Hopefully, if Babbs' previous experiences with the portal have been any indication, they will be freed from this world as soon as they've taken the Axew with them--and Babbs hopes so. She's not sure how much she can take of these mountains, both on her body and her heart.

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Pained red eyes meet Opal’s as the mother Haxorus looks up. The crushed dragon nods, and aimless guilt twists in Opal’s gut. Maybe the landslide would have still happened if Opal and Babbs hadn’t interfered with Axew and Rampardos’s battle… but maybe not. That question will probably never be answered. Perhaps for the better.

Silence seems to stretch seconds into hours. The feelings of Axew clinging to Opal like a lifeline, of something vaguely like an arm pressing against Opal’s back, fade into a thick miasma of guilt and sorrow for several moments. But those moments have to end eventually. Opal made a promise. By the gods, she’s going to keep it, and she can’t do that sitting around on her newly-armor-plated rear end. So she takes one uneasy breath after another, exhaling the pain of the day in small measures until she can focus on the actions she can take to fix things. Right now, that’s ensuring safety, giving comfort, and getting out of this clearing. She pats Axew on the back, careful to make contact only with the pads of her fingers rather than the claws themselves. “You’re not alone,” she reassures Axew quietly, and takes a little comfort in Axew relaxing just a fraction, hoping it’s a sign of the little dragon’s heart easing just a bit.

Opal thinks she’s ready to move on now that she’s had a moment to breathe, but looking to Babbs nearly makes the young Trainer lose her composure again. The weird pressure at her back is explained; the old goat has a vine across Opal’s shoulders, one that pushes ever so gently, a kindness simple and small and unexpected enough to steal Opal’s breath. She offers a weak smile of gratitude.

It seems that Babbs has the same idea as Opal - that while showing compassion is all well and good, sitting here in grief isn’t going to help anyone, least of all the Axew who needs helping the most. With a gentleness that Opal would never have expected from the cranky old lady she met not even a few hours ago, Babbs lays a leafy branch over the Haxorus’s face, the only covering that can be given in this short time. Opal nods along to Babbs’s quiet blessing.

The silence resumes, but perhaps a bit less grimly, as Opal reaches into her bag, still keeping one scaly claw firmly on Axew, reassuring the youngster that Opal isn’t going anywhere. Without looking, she closes a claw over one of her Super Balls and teases it out of the bag, lifting it next to Axew and curling one talon around the bright white button. Still keeping her voice gentle and quiet, Opal does her best to meet Axew’s eyes and murmurs, “I’m going to put you in a Pokeball, okay? It’ll probably be kinda weird at first, but you can be safe and rest in there for a bit. And I’ll have the Pokeball, so I’ll be right next to you until I can let you out again.”

Once Opal presses the button down, the ball releases a stream of red light; simply and smoothly as anything, the light envelops Axew, shimmering for a moment before absorbing Axew and disappearing back into the ball. Despite her resolve, Opal feels herself tensing again. It’s not impossible for the distressed Axew to get spooked and jump out of the ball, after all, and Opal doesn’t have the heart to leave Axew alone here. Or battle her into a ball. Opal isn’t sure which would be more cruel - it’s another unanswerable question, and one Opal hopes will never come up.

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