So,who are you,again? (PAFP,N needed.)

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    Okay, you seriously gotta stop with the random legends. It doesn't make sense.


    "Of course, "N said softly, standing up and striding outside. He waited for her with crossed arms.

    Okay,sorry. I'll stop. All is forgiven,I hope?



    Dusk automatically puts her head down while she walks and hurries over to N,steeling herself to tell the story of her mother and her abilities.

    Yes. She can still have Cobalion if you want, because it can be caught in Unova. Just be careful.


    "So? What's up?" N asked her, wondering what she may have to tell him. She'd probably blown her problems way out of proportion. Probably thought she was totally the most dreadful miserable thing ever.

    Allright.




    Dusk began to speak. "Before,when I told you my mom left? I lied. When I was about five or six,she got really sick. We had to move all over Unova but no one could fix her. One night,after s-she died,I remember throwimg a temper tantrum because my father had to go on a buisness trip and leave me here in Undella Town. I was yellimg at him,wishimg I was down by the beach,and when I opened my eyes,there I was. I remember rummimg back to the house and my father telling me to never speak of what happened ever again. He then told me that he loved me,kissed my head,sent me off to bed,alright with leaving me alone because he had done it before,many times actually."
    Dusk stopped speaking for a minute,debating whether to tell him about the rest as fear filled her blue eyes. She nodded to herself,deciding that if he decided to run away that she wouldn't blame him. She took another breath breath and continued with her story. "One night when I was eight,Daddy came into my room. I knew he was drunk by the way he talked. He kept slurring his words and his breath smelled hrrible. He kept telling me how pretty I was and how much I looked like my mother. Pretty soon, he was unbuttoning his jeans and I just layed there screaming silently while he......" she broke off,turning away from N so he wouldnt see her tears.

    "Ah," N sighed. That was not the first time he'd heard such a story. A few years back, he'd met another boy who had been abusedby his father in much the same way. It had filled him with revulsion. He'd wanted to run away and scream and cry and throw up. He still kind of did. "At least tell me you kicked him where it would hurt," he said weakly. N was very thankful that he had a nice Daddy who protected him and would never dream of doing that.

    Dusk once again became controlled. She turned back to him with a cruel smile on his face. "Oh,yes. There's a lot more to my story though. Sit on this bench."she says,halting their walk. She lowers herself and tucks her arms into her sweat shirt to keep them warm. "I ended up making him leave by threatening I was going to kill him. I did it in very gruesome detail,too. He was gone by the time I was nine.
    "Hey,you see how I'm hiding my arms? The cold isn't the only reason why."she hinted,hoping she wouldnt have to say the terrible thing she does to herself to take away the pain and leave her with hollow numbness. Ah,such sweet relief,but only for a moment. SHe blinked and waited for his answer,lost in thought.

    "Don't tell me. Self harm?" N sighed, looking down at the ground. He probably wasn't being as pitying or sorry as she expected. He shook his head, spiky green locks bouncing derisively. "Are you stupid?"

    Dusk's accent became more pronounced as she spoke. "No,I am not stupid,N. It's the only way to cope."she snapped,rising up from the bench,poised to walk away.

    "If you honestly think that, then you are stupid. There is so very rarely an only way to cope. I'm guessing you didn't explore your options very thoroughly. I've met someone before who cut himself, and he said that he had to bleed to prove he was human. Now, tell me, why are you doing it? By the way, he advised having a cup of tea whenever you felt like participating in self harm." Dusk just was not logical. What she was saying didn't make sense.

    Dusk shook her head. "Nevermind. Forget I ever spoke. Forget me. I'm leaving." she says in a flat defeated voice. A twitch of her wrist has her appearing in her home where she buries herself under her blankets.

    N sighed, shaking his head. She was fascinating enough, but had today proven herself as a bit of an idiot. He would never meet that person. The one who completed his Ideals.

    Dusk grumbled to herself. "I know that cutting is the only frikking way to cope. At least,the only way I know. Nevermind. Zoroark!"she called. When her Zoroark came lumbering into her room,she told him to keep gaurd over her while she slept. She then fell into the comforting darkness.



    (What now?)

    I dunno. You're the thread leader. N could swoop through her window and abduct her. Which is of course a joke. Um.. seriously now, .... I don't know, the Hero of Ideals could be looking for an apprentice to one day become the Hero him or herself, and N could go looking for the person who completed him as the Hero of Truth. Somehow, Dusk gets picked, and they traverse the region, searching out injustice and righting wrong as N tries to convince her life is okay. Then the Shadow Triad goes after her, and she finds out about her real father and is happily recruited into Team Plasma. The end.

    (Laughing so hard right now. Do you know you have a knack for making me laugh? Consider yourself lucky. Not many people can make me laugh. But,da,your idea is better than mine,as usual.)

    I honestly dont know. It just made me laugh. Maybe it was image of N standing in her room,hand pressed to her mouth and with his other hand,he's picking her up. Yup,that's it.
    Ugh. My idea sucks. Like,he would go to her house,start pounding on her front door,demanding to be let in so he could try to fix her. God,I just made it sound like she was a car with a broken engine or something. Hahah.

    That would be kind of funny.
    In that event, N would say, "I've decided I'm going to fix you. If that means breaking you and putting you together the right way, then I'll go ahead and do that." Because he's N and he does what he wants.