you know one thing i’ve been thinking about: since gira’s timeskip design looks a lot like racules, there’s three possible ways this could be relevant:
01. it’s just the king’s outfit (duh) and gira’s hair just happened to grow out the same
02. gira might slowly show some resemblance to racules due to the stresses of leadership
or
03. they bring racules back and show gira as a narrative foil to racules full-force
i’m sort of rooting for that third one in all honesty? i hope this was a design choice and not just for fun tho
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If the KingOhgers were in a high school AU, I can 100% see Racles and Rita (Student Council President and Vice President) constantly running from hoards of girls on Valentines Day. Just parkour all over campus trying to escape 😂
Racles escapes only when Suzume sees him and she scoops him up for herself (much to his and Kagu's dismay). Suzume tends to be scary once other girls try to get close to her bf so they back off.
Rita escapes by hiding in their class's supply locker. The boys are usually there before them so they open up a window and help open and close the locker for them to say "you just missed them" to the hoard while pointing to the window.
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FOUND CARNIVAL ROSES ON MY WAY TO WORK SO I BOUGHT THEM
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Dawn sat in the treeline behind her childhood home, peering up towards the window of her old room. She felt like her stomach was tying itself into a knot, making her feel a weird nausea. There was no way in hell she was going to go into the town itself. Absolutely not. But... she wanted Akari’s old things. The more she thought about it, the more curious she was. Dawn only had gotten to look through the old pages of the pokedex and photos when she was super young, and she felt they’d be better off in her hands than her mother’s.
‘Do you think you could get them if I showed you an exact picture of the attic in my head? I don’t think I even want to be teleported inside.’ Dawn looked to Esme, who would soon nod in response. Slate eyes slipped closed, Dawn imagining the attic in her head.
It was dusty, and full of cobwebs. Some of the spots in the attic had insulation poking out, which Dawn had to crawl to avoid when she was young. There were boxes stacked in the open areas. A lot of it was her mom’s old coordination stuff, mainly outfits. Some of the boxes were her father’s old things. Ayako stuffed most of his belongings into those boxes when he went missing, shoving them up into the attic. Was she even sad over his death? Dawn found herself wondering, quite often. She’d never even seen Ayako shed a tear over him. Old journals of his, trinkets and devices he’d tweaked...
And then there were the boxes of her great grandmother’s items. They were placed separately towards the small window in the attic, as it was the only source of light. Dawn moved them away from everything else when she was younger, and Ayako never moved them back. Even after all this time... Dawn would bet a million pokedollars it was still in the same spot, untouched. They overflowed with her items. Old clothes, photographs, the old pokedex... back when Sinnoh was Hisui, back when a majority of the people were terrified of pokemon.
Dawn kept focusing, trying to paint the clearest picture of the attic that she could in her mind. It must have done the trick, because suddenly, a series of boxes poofed in next to her. Not only did she get Akari’s things, but also her father’s. Esme obviously knew she was lingering on those thoughts, and reacted appropriately. She let out a quiet sneeze as the dust from the items settled, sniffling as she carefully opened the box.
Thankfully, everything was there, just as she remembered it. Dawn didn’t want to spend too long looking through everything, but her eyes did linger on a photograph placed on the top, protected by a frame. It was... a celebration, or a festival of some kind. There were a myriad of people, long dead now, in the picture, celebrating, smiling, and having a good time amongst themselves. Some of them looked weirdly familiar, but Dawn didn’t have anyone to really ask at this point. She’d close the box back up, giving Esme a hearty scratch behind her ears.
“Thanks... I feel a lot better having this stuff over my mom. And thank you for... grabbing dad’s stuff too. I don’t think she’ll ever notice any of it is gone anyways.” There’s a faint smile that only grows a little bit more when Esme rubs her face along Dawn’s hand. “Let’s get out of here and back to the Chateau. I can find some good places for a lot of the pictures in here.”
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