boomerang [challenge]

[toska]

the visions are as vivid to stefan as any other. there is pressure against the walls that he has erected around his consciousness, but they are not inclined to fall. the formless ghosts mean little to him when there are crueler realities. realities such as the scourge. even the scourge...well, he doesn't think that he will ever know the same level of fear again after having to spend a night at pax without vaccinated pokemon at his side.

stefan rolls over in his sleeping bag and attempts to catch a few more hours of sleep. they are strange dreams, certainly, but nothing that he will remember come morning.

"hey, why are you sleeping in a place like that?" stefan feels warm arms around him, as if he is being wrapped by an invisible blanket. "you should come to my place instead" a chuckle. stefan freezes in place. "i could probably help put some meat on those bones too. don't you feed yourself properly, steffy?"

his voice is kind, just the way that stefan had always hated it. he struggles against the blankets, but he only feels as if he is drowning in them.

alexander is by his side, as always. it is the honchkrow who tears him out of his delirious sleep. stefan merely shoves the bird aside.

@mod for psychic astride

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS

[ZULF ?]

There is someone trespassing in his territory. Many people, in the past, have tried to pry into Astride's head, figure out what made him tick. Unfortunately, they were all punished and plagued by recurring nightmares that cycled endlessly behind their eyelids. To anyone who dared to step into Liber Mirage, they too would fall to the same fate.

In fact, it was in that moment that the psychic realized someone had passed into the sands.

He nodded in the direction of a nearby Gallade. The Pokémon's arms were crossed over his chest as his red eyes scanned the horizon. The sight was misleading; the Pokémon was, in fact, using telepathy to detect intruders. Eyesight was utterly useless when the sandstorms hit. Only the mind was truly dependable. Astride placed his faith wholeheartedly into "cogito ergo sum". The only thing he could be sure of was himself. He could not even be sure of his own Pokémon.

Yet, they were psychic-types with complex minds of their own. Of course they existed.

The man rubbed his hands together as he probed into Stefan's mind.

"Leave this desert at once, intruder."

toska

(ahaha shit I'm so sorry)