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Maybe they'll forgive me in time by purplekecleon Maybe they'll forgive me in time by purplekecleon
The rusty, stripe-adorned case was dropped at PK’s feet. Marble had found it while she and Mica were thoroughly examining the ground beneath the slab which had previously supported the village’s fountain. There had been no piping, no water source. How the fountain managed to run all these years was a complete mystery to everyone, even PK. Her parents might have known the secrets behind the ever-running thing, but it was broken now. She had already ordered a new fountain to be brought in this very day from a sculptor out in Alomomola. There had been a smaller, temporary fountain put in place of the old one for a bit, just so she could get an estimate on the size of the new one she wanted and... it had miraculously started to spout water. No hookups, just water seemingly from thin air. It was extremely chilled, as the fountain’s water always had been even on the hottest of days. And today, the new one was being delivered and the temporary fountain was being removed and sent away. Since this was the case, the construction workers (unable to really grasp that there might have been some odd magic at work) decided to take one more peek beneath the cool slab of stone that had always served as the base for the previous fountain. They had dug and dug, and right at the center beneath the fountain’s base had been this old box. It was missed the first time, but luckily Marble caught it this time.

It looked rather old, but was free of any dents. It was probably once a vibrant green, now faded to dull and old paint, with rust spots breaking through in little blemish patches. A rich red stripe lined the middle of the box long-ways, in a fashion very similar to her own stripe. It was rather obviously Kecleon-inspired. Long past the need or want for money, the notion simply did not strike PK that it might contain anything immediately useful. She called for Malt and had him stick it next to the safe (which had crashed down to the first floor of the hut during the rampage, but that PK had insisted be returned to its rightful spot in her chamber as soon as the upper floor was again made stable). Malt obligingly did as she bade and then returned to his own work. He had been acting weird since her return from her trip to the bay, which had only occurred two days prior... though, working so hard brought on a sort of time distortion effect and made the little reprieve feel aeons ago.

Right now, her mind was on the village.

She had employed some guild members to lead water from Tao River all the way around the village as a little moat. Water was nice, rivers were calming, so it only made sense to put one around her village. It would definitely help everyone’s mood, and the heavens knew that was badly needed for many families around the area. It was rather difficult to look a good handful of them in the eyes; a great deal of them had suffered friends being dealt handicapping--if not mortal-- blows during the attack. Even if no one directly said such (if you didn’t count the nasty muttering that would quickly find its end as she neared), it was hard not to feel responsible for it all. This was absurd, and she knew it, for she hadn’t been the one to cause Sorbet to lose his sanity for a brief, yet insanely devastating, time. No, she had stopped him! He wasn’t in his right mind and she knew this, she knew it at the time, she knew it during, and it was confirmed afterward. But that didn’t stop the talk. That didn’t stop everyone from thinking horrible things, she knew they were thinking these horrible things. It was in their eyes, their faces, the little awkward steps they took. She couldn’t be convinced otherwise, despite the growing number of sympathetic Pokemon who tried to talk to her. So, she kept herself busy.

Maybe they’ll forgive me in time, she thought. She didn’t really believe it though, not really. Maybe if I can do enough for everyone, I won’t feel so broken.

So she decided a memorial should be built to at least honor those who protected this quaint village, equally as broken as she. She put it to her mind to let Malt know immediately that they needed a lot more nevermeltice, as she had an idea already on how it should look. Something that wouldn’t fade with time, that would remain glittering and beautiful like each of the lost souls in everyone’s hearts.


Part 18 of "The Dates"


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Terios-The-Hedgehog Dec 17, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Time travel shenanigans oh my
mustardofdoom Jun 14, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
"Hello fellow road crew worker."
gInabr0wn Jun 12, 2012  Student Filmographer
SpringDragonfly Jun 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Nice textures, and the box looks great.

The memorial is a cool idea, I can't wait to see it in the story/Tao Village map.
messenger-rat Jun 11, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The ending almost had me in tears ;_;
The box has aroused my curiosity.

Chin up, PK!
Tonko Jun 11, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh a moat! I love water features, I have the same feeling about them that PK does, I bet it will look lovely.

Though this makes me wonder, all the houses of the characters who live "in town"... they must be in a little district outside the moat? Because otherwise that's a very very large and winding moat.
purplekecleon Jun 11, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Yep, it's right outside the moat - I still need to finish up the new village art, maybe I'll work on that next
Tonko Jun 11, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
With all the changes, the farm and everything, I'm really looking forward to seeing the results of PK's urban planning!
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