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What a Shocking Duo!The rain patted on the glass foundation of the gym. Nimbasa City usually didn't have rain, but when it did, it rained hard. Elesa sat cross-legged on the neon floor on the final platform of her lighted gym, her Emolgas on her shoulders and Zebstrika laying down, resting his head on her lap. After Touko had come and beat them, a challenger hadn't appeared for hours. Many didn't know the boring life of a Gym Leader, much less the monotonous waits they had to endure between challengers. The model would give anything for the pump of adrenaline, the sparks flying, the heat of battle. She would give anything for footsteps on the floor, walking towards the stairs to challenge her.
Little did she know, a man was walking to her as she was deep in thought. "Elesa." She pered up at the sound of her name, hopes raising that it was a challenger. But the face that met hers suprised the Electric type Gym Leader, and her eyes widened.
"Volkner! What're you doing in Unova?" she questioned the Electric
PhoenixMy soul lies in a small heap of gray flecks.
Wondering, what did I do wrong?
It lays in it's pile of despair,
No hope left.
A spark has appeared.
The spark grows and grows
becoming a raging inferno.
A shape forms from the small heap of ash,
now burnt and black,
and it is the soul.
Wings of flame and revive.
I now know
that anyone's soul
Can be a raging phoenix
in this ash heap of a world.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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