CuJario: Hey Judge do you... Want a hug..?
Ripping away from the Lucario’s attempt to soothe her, a powerful heat kicks up, burning jealousy, hatred, agony, despair. The Witching Hour feels inhospitable, as if the trees themselves were warping to ensnare anything within its walls. Focused on hiding her true form, The Judge hides in her hollow hole in the knot of a tree.
"̵̧͎̪̱͉͈̝͔̙̠͓̖̌Ḑ̶̨̳̮̬̥͇͙̳͚͈̥̫̙̓̉̐͝O̸̡̨͙̣̣̞̝̣͕̯̮̰͑̉̄͑͛̐N̸̩͍̮̲͝'̷̨͚͖̯̼̱̒̇̍̔̽̿̽́́͋͑͠͝͝T̵̥̫̍̒̿̋̆̓͗̂̀ ̸̱̣̗̘̻̗͎̚͜Ļ̴̟͓̙̬̺̖̝͙͖̈́̏̌Ò̵̳͔̯̭̣͖̲͙͎̳̤̠̃̇̏̆̋́̑̃͛̈́̃̚̚O̷̥͉̣͔͙͕͙̟̻̬͔̙̦͖͆̈̇ͅǨ̶̢̧̛̘̠͆̏̈̀̐̏̿̚͜͝ ̶̡̩̬͔̣̱͈͕̫̞͓̺̹̌͗͐̇͑̓̀̀́̎̚ͅÁ̷̧̳̙̜͖̲͔̳̰̙̯͓̫̳̮̚T̶̢͉̗̰͌̾͑̑̑̏̈̀́̎̕ ̶̧̡̡͇̝̣͚̩̦͔͗͒̈̅͐̆͘ͅṂ̵̧͇̳̹̻̿̂̏̊̆̀̎͂̄͑̚̕Ë̴̛̛̱̳̹̞̖́̄͋̉͗̄́̒̈́̀̓̕̕͜ͅ!̷̧̢͔̮͍̺̪͈̤͇̘̐̂̌̽̃̓̃͌͑͋̅͘͝!̷̲̜̺̥̬̱̰̠̙̹̭͔̤̍͌̊̐̈̑̑͊̀̿͌̈́͌́!̵̼̙̘̭͇̞͍͕̯̀̂̑͂͜ͅ"̴̛͉̱͇̤̫̬͕̹͎̓̓̐̄͑͆̀̈́͘͝͝
A glimpse of The Judge’s true form peeks through her destroyed Disguise.
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Blaze kick for Rosie? I know she can't use it but I thought it would look cool in your style.
Quick sketches but blaze kick is DEFINITELY a move she would use if she was able to use it, she’ll have to settle for searing shot instead tho
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@cujariofrombluedoggobloggo !!
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CuJario: H-Hey Judge hold up!! What is wrong, why are you crying?? How can I help?
The Arbiter pulled the Lucario’s shoulder back, pulling him away from the seething writhing mass of heat and miasma. The smell of burning was unimaginably strong. Smoke and fire, brimstone, sulfur--the smell of destruction. The smell of burning jealousy.
“Jeez... You’re a reckless one, aint’cha. Not even a Fire-type... Aren’t most Lucario Steel-type? You’ll get burned if you try to touch her.”
This was The Judge’s true form. Staring at it for too long hurt one’s eyes, yet it was nearly impossible to look away. Sinewy flesh like raw silver meat skin, a crunching sound like bone being scraped by teeth rattled from the creature. Everything had a pulsating quality but never at the same rate or pace. Everything looked painful, like an abrasion rubbed raw.
“It’s best to leave her alone when things get like this. Give her space... And don’t let her see you looking at her. At least until her Glamour is back up.”
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"If you don't mind my saying... You seem rather lonely. If it would be alright with you, would it be okay to stick around a bit and keep you company perhaps? If it helps, I can tell you about my past travels and adventures. I won't even ask for anything in return."
Still rattled and frightened, the fae seems concerned by the generosity of the strange Lucario. He, too, wore a Glamour to hide his form, shrouding himself in a robe as black as the sky. Yet, despite his closed-off appearance, his heart was open. The Mimikyu tilted her head. Such mixed messages.
“... Such acts of charity are foolish, don’t you know...? You will easily be taken advantage of by offering such kindness without anything in return. ... You may have my thanks, in return.”
A click is heard in the back of Cujario’s head.
“Thank you for staying with me. If I could be selfish and request... I would like a bedtime story. Would you tell me tales of your adventures until I feel safe?”
... Why are so many people being kind to her, she wondered as she drifted off to sleep.
[A Pact has been made]
[A Pact has been fulfilled]
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