Fic for chrysa
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pseudogeekTitle: Wartime Routine Reading
Fandom: Inception + Pokemon + OCT End Run universe + ...I think it was lark's fanfic?
Characters: Artur, Eames, Lyra
Rating: PG
Summary: Arthur and Eames reading the dreams of dying soldiers in Kanto-Johto war.
It sucks that it has to be a war. It is Christmas, yet instead of staying in a warm little cottage with family over a table covered with food, Arthur has to be crawling in a trench while debris fall instead of snow. Just why did they end up involved? It was a war between Kanto and Johto, two regions of the same country. Nothing to do with his country.
"Darling, would you wipe that mud off your face? You look terrible." A man, almost giggling, told Arthur.
Eames. Thief, actor and con artist. Also a trickster. His Liepard sat next to him, licking its paws in a blissfulness dissonant with war and all its chaos. An enemy Rock Slide, from an almost berserk Golem, narrowly missed it and its trainer. The only muscle they moved in reaction was their brow, by half an inch upwards. A Gyarados from an ally pushed away the enemy Golem with a powerful Hydro pump.
"Eames. Where's out next job?" Arthur asked.
Eames pointed at a nearby unconscious soldier. "You got the tools?"
Arthur showed him the box he was carrying. Eames nodded. Inside the box was a machine, few wires and a Porygon-Z.
"Nice. Did you give it an upgrade?"
"What does it look like, Eames? Last time it was still a Porygon2."
"You are coming to the dark side, Arthur. The official upgrade is not out yet, and here is your artificial friend upgraded. It'll be stable, I hope?"
"Stable? No. But in order to boost its power to make the extraction work past traumatic experiences, this is our only choice."
In an ordinary exctraction, any Pokémon with Dream Eater and Psychic would do. Munna is preferred because of its dream smoke, but because of the scarcity of the dream smoke Pokémon, the porygon line has been programmed for extraction as well, thanks to Technical Machines. Not only this allows a more humane way of extracting information from enemy units, allied soldiers have the privilege of expressing their last will via dreams.
This, thankfully, is an allied soldier. Much easier to enter and blend in. Still, all soldier suffer from various degree of trauma, making the dreams highly unstable and focused on unpleasant factors.
Arthur checked the soldier. Female, bad blood loss. Very little chance of survival. He hooked himself to the machine. Then Eames. Then the girl. She was barely conscious.
One Architect. One Forger. One Target. Both Architect and Forger will also play the Extractors.
Arthur wished Cobb was here. He looks at where he should be and sees him and his Scyther, fighting side by side with Mal and her Froslass. Ariadne is backing them up with her Dragonair. She's a talented girl. They'll be fine. Eames and himself, not so sure. But Eames' Pokémon is here to protect them while they are asleep, so they should be fine.
The Liepard look at them and its images betrayed a hue of red and black.
Yes. They will be fine. After all, Eames has the legendary Zoroark as partner.
They dive into the girl's dreams.
It was an ordinary Asian scenery. Not the kind of clichéd Extreme Orient as seen in Western movies, but the actually Eastern coastal scenery, simple and fugal. It was a little village, the roads barely paved and foxtail grass adorned every corner. The air smelled of the sea and of the farm.
A mixed-bred redhead was in her dream. He was bit violent, but she liked him. She and her friend liked to push him into a river or pond and splash water on his faintly freckled face. They also fed him black sesame and nori in attempt to make his hair darker. It did grow darker, but a darker red instead of black.
A professor lived next to her house. He was a kind man, with a wife and two kids. He was like a father to her. The girl's own father left for war months ago and never came back.
A friend about her age lived across the town. He was about her age, his hair as black as raven's feathers. He was like a brother to her.
Eames took the shape of that friend. He gave the shape of the professor to Arthur.
The girl is lying on the road to the village, a barely paved path full of dust and bathed in the noise of summer cicadas, bleeding. She is hurt, yet in the dream she doesn't know why she is hurt.
"Lyra?" Eames-as-Gold calls to her. "Lyra! Geez, how did you- Nevermind. Elm! Come help! Lyra's hurt!"
On cue, Arthur-as-Elm runs to them.
"One of those monster insects hurt her. They are getting aggressive lately." Eames-as-Gold explains.
'Elm' is patching Lyra's wounds, but already she cannot feel anything. She doesn't understand: she isn't that badly hurt. Why is she hurt on the first place? Monster...?
Lyra is in a war. Kanto and Johto is in war. She is a soldier. Silver and Gold too.
Silver is strangely calm. Gold is his usual self.
"Lyra." Silver suddenly says. "Is there something you want in this world?"
Lyra didn't know how to respond. They are in a war, shouldn't they pay attention to in front of them instead of chatting? But the other side sounds so far away and Silver's voice so much closer, it was as if the entire world is the trench, that the only individuals are them three.
"Well..." Lyra says. "Maybe I'd like to go back to my village and make this marill my pet."
"That's all?" Gold says. "Can't you dream a little bigger than that?"
"I..."
I want to stay with you two forever, she wanted to say. I don't want war anymore. I want peace. I want to make friends with the people in Kanto. After all, isn't Silver born in Kanto already? They can go search for Silver's real family and all. She wants to spend the rest of her life with her friends, without worry, until she dies of old age.
Yet she feels that she cannot live past this war. She doesn't know why, but she knows this must be the end of her.
So instead, she says: I love you. I love Silver and Gold, and Marill, and Mom and Elm and everybody. I want-
Darkness comes from all side and surrounds them. The section of trench looks like a world in snow globe now.
Take my ashes. Put them in a bottle. Take them to the Bell Tower and release them there, so I may become the North Wind and visit you again.
The last thing she sees is the silhouette of two grown-up soldiers in the places where Silver and Gold used to be. Allied soldiers. From oversea.
They must be angels. She thought. And smiled.
Blackout.
Outside the dream, the girl isn't smiling. She is now white as snow and dead as ashes.
Eames collects her will into a notebook. A name, a date, a birthplace and few words containing the essentials of her last will. In the same book are the names of hundred others, all noted in the same fashion.
Zoroark welcomes its trainer's return with another near-dead human. An enemy soldier this time.
"Arthur, looks like you'll have to improvise a location for this."
Arthur breaths some heat into his hands and nodded. He readies his Porygon-Z.
Fandom: Inception + Pokemon + OCT End Run universe + ...I think it was lark's fanfic?
Characters: Artur, Eames, Lyra
Rating: PG
Summary: Arthur and Eames reading the dreams of dying soldiers in Kanto-Johto war.
It sucks that it has to be a war. It is Christmas, yet instead of staying in a warm little cottage with family over a table covered with food, Arthur has to be crawling in a trench while debris fall instead of snow. Just why did they end up involved? It was a war between Kanto and Johto, two regions of the same country. Nothing to do with his country.
"Darling, would you wipe that mud off your face? You look terrible." A man, almost giggling, told Arthur.
Eames. Thief, actor and con artist. Also a trickster. His Liepard sat next to him, licking its paws in a blissfulness dissonant with war and all its chaos. An enemy Rock Slide, from an almost berserk Golem, narrowly missed it and its trainer. The only muscle they moved in reaction was their brow, by half an inch upwards. A Gyarados from an ally pushed away the enemy Golem with a powerful Hydro pump.
"Eames. Where's out next job?" Arthur asked.
Eames pointed at a nearby unconscious soldier. "You got the tools?"
Arthur showed him the box he was carrying. Eames nodded. Inside the box was a machine, few wires and a Porygon-Z.
"Nice. Did you give it an upgrade?"
"What does it look like, Eames? Last time it was still a Porygon2."
"You are coming to the dark side, Arthur. The official upgrade is not out yet, and here is your artificial friend upgraded. It'll be stable, I hope?"
"Stable? No. But in order to boost its power to make the extraction work past traumatic experiences, this is our only choice."
In an ordinary exctraction, any Pokémon with Dream Eater and Psychic would do. Munna is preferred because of its dream smoke, but because of the scarcity of the dream smoke Pokémon, the porygon line has been programmed for extraction as well, thanks to Technical Machines. Not only this allows a more humane way of extracting information from enemy units, allied soldiers have the privilege of expressing their last will via dreams.
This, thankfully, is an allied soldier. Much easier to enter and blend in. Still, all soldier suffer from various degree of trauma, making the dreams highly unstable and focused on unpleasant factors.
Arthur checked the soldier. Female, bad blood loss. Very little chance of survival. He hooked himself to the machine. Then Eames. Then the girl. She was barely conscious.
One Architect. One Forger. One Target. Both Architect and Forger will also play the Extractors.
Arthur wished Cobb was here. He looks at where he should be and sees him and his Scyther, fighting side by side with Mal and her Froslass. Ariadne is backing them up with her Dragonair. She's a talented girl. They'll be fine. Eames and himself, not so sure. But Eames' Pokémon is here to protect them while they are asleep, so they should be fine.
The Liepard look at them and its images betrayed a hue of red and black.
Yes. They will be fine. After all, Eames has the legendary Zoroark as partner.
They dive into the girl's dreams.
It was an ordinary Asian scenery. Not the kind of clichéd Extreme Orient as seen in Western movies, but the actually Eastern coastal scenery, simple and fugal. It was a little village, the roads barely paved and foxtail grass adorned every corner. The air smelled of the sea and of the farm.
A mixed-bred redhead was in her dream. He was bit violent, but she liked him. She and her friend liked to push him into a river or pond and splash water on his faintly freckled face. They also fed him black sesame and nori in attempt to make his hair darker. It did grow darker, but a darker red instead of black.
A professor lived next to her house. He was a kind man, with a wife and two kids. He was like a father to her. The girl's own father left for war months ago and never came back.
A friend about her age lived across the town. He was about her age, his hair as black as raven's feathers. He was like a brother to her.
Eames took the shape of that friend. He gave the shape of the professor to Arthur.
The girl is lying on the road to the village, a barely paved path full of dust and bathed in the noise of summer cicadas, bleeding. She is hurt, yet in the dream she doesn't know why she is hurt.
"Lyra?" Eames-as-Gold calls to her. "Lyra! Geez, how did you- Nevermind. Elm! Come help! Lyra's hurt!"
On cue, Arthur-as-Elm runs to them.
"One of those monster insects hurt her. They are getting aggressive lately." Eames-as-Gold explains.
'Elm' is patching Lyra's wounds, but already she cannot feel anything. She doesn't understand: she isn't that badly hurt. Why is she hurt on the first place? Monster...?
Lyra is in a war. Kanto and Johto is in war. She is a soldier. Silver and Gold too.
Silver is strangely calm. Gold is his usual self.
"Lyra." Silver suddenly says. "Is there something you want in this world?"
Lyra didn't know how to respond. They are in a war, shouldn't they pay attention to in front of them instead of chatting? But the other side sounds so far away and Silver's voice so much closer, it was as if the entire world is the trench, that the only individuals are them three.
"Well..." Lyra says. "Maybe I'd like to go back to my village and make this marill my pet."
"That's all?" Gold says. "Can't you dream a little bigger than that?"
"I..."
I want to stay with you two forever, she wanted to say. I don't want war anymore. I want peace. I want to make friends with the people in Kanto. After all, isn't Silver born in Kanto already? They can go search for Silver's real family and all. She wants to spend the rest of her life with her friends, without worry, until she dies of old age.
Yet she feels that she cannot live past this war. She doesn't know why, but she knows this must be the end of her.
So instead, she says: I love you. I love Silver and Gold, and Marill, and Mom and Elm and everybody. I want-
Darkness comes from all side and surrounds them. The section of trench looks like a world in snow globe now.
Take my ashes. Put them in a bottle. Take them to the Bell Tower and release them there, so I may become the North Wind and visit you again.
The last thing she sees is the silhouette of two grown-up soldiers in the places where Silver and Gold used to be. Allied soldiers. From oversea.
They must be angels. She thought. And smiled.
Blackout.
Outside the dream, the girl isn't smiling. She is now white as snow and dead as ashes.
Eames collects her will into a notebook. A name, a date, a birthplace and few words containing the essentials of her last will. In the same book are the names of hundred others, all noted in the same fashion.
Zoroark welcomes its trainer's return with another near-dead human. An enemy soldier this time.
"Arthur, looks like you'll have to improvise a location for this."
Arthur breaths some heat into his hands and nodded. He readies his Porygon-Z.
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Date: 2012-01-01 11:58 pm (UTC)Thanks and happy new year.
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