a-lost-archivist

[a-lost-archivist]

…Thank you, Simon

…

If you ah.. need anything while you’re still trapped at the Pokémon center, I’d likely be able to bring it by.

The sky is.. peaceful, now.

I’m not ah… I’m not entirely sure what changed but I.. I have to wonder if Zee survived, in the end.

…

She didn’t deserve that.

[a-lost-archivist]

The sky is.. peaceful, now.

I’m not ah… I’m not entirely sure what changed but I.. I have to wonder if Zee survived, in the end.

…

She didn’t deserve that.

[a-lost-archivist]

That’s certainly.. one way of putting it.

Had an unpleasant experience with Jirachi.

[a-lost-archivist]

Wh-??

Christ- this storm is really bad. It’s- probably a good thing Jon’s not here right now. He still doesn’t- deal well with the power flickering. I mean I don’t uhm- blame him but.. yeah. For the best.

…I actually quite like storms, you know. Just- I think it’s something about how you feel when everyone else is sheltering inside and you’re the only one standing out. It’s… really peaceful.

[a-lost-archivist]

Pelipper mail!

An envelope containing a very rude letter. It's so rude that I can't even repeat what is written in it. It's rude enough to make even the toughest badasses cry and faint.

Oh-! I actually used to uhm- get emails like this from Jon when we both started working in the archives. He was brutal.

Well- at least then the person yelling at me was pretty, you know? I- I mean you’re- probably hiding on anon for a reason. Have you tried working on your self confidence? I’ve heard it helps a lot with how people see you, even if you’re a bit below average otherwise.

Oh- and Saffron says thank you for the kindling <3

[a-lost-archivist]

Christ- this storm is really bad. It’s- probably a good thing Jon’s not here right now. He still doesn’t- deal well with the power flickering. I mean I don’t uhm- blame him but.. yeah. For the best.

…I actually quite like storms, you know. Just- I think it’s something about how you feel when everyone else is sheltering inside and you’re the only one standing out. It’s… really peaceful.

[a-lost-archivist]

Uh. Run???

No, no it’s- it’s the Necrozma that one of Jon’s friends helped. It’s visiting, I think.

[a-lost-archivist]

Jesus-!

Wh- what was-

…

????

[Image ID: It’s the half open front door to Martin’s house, an absurdly large Necrozma calmly peeking in from outside.]

[a-lost-archivist]

Maybe it is. Maybe I’m just.. misremembering. I’m aware that the wishes are all twisted now but I don’t..

This feels like her… somewhat.

…

I don’t know..

[Image ID:

It's.. Jon's bedroom. You can see Martin next to him, sound asleep while Jon is perched on the edge of the bed, holding something in his hands.

A photograph.

There's several people in it. A woman, so full of life with rounded glasses and coiled hair tied back into puffs. A man with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, familiar face free of the scars and the pain so integral to who Tim is now. Another man, round face shy and smiling with a warm cup of tea in his hands and a soft blue hue to his sweater. And Jon, skin free of the countless scars that'd become so familiar to him, hair neat and short with not a single speck of gray, and a birthday cake set on the table in front of him. He's trying to put on a scowl, but you can see the slight crinkle in his eyes and the smile pulling at his lips clear as day.]

...God. I'm so sorry.

I'm so goddamn sorry.

[a-lost-archivist]

…

The photo isn’t the same anymore.

Even in this video I can’t.. I can’t quite make it out. It’s changed I don’t.. remember what it looked like before.

This isn’t Sasha. Maybe it never was.

[Image ID:

It's.. Jon's bedroom. You can see Martin next to him, sound asleep while Jon is perched on the edge of the bed, holding something in his hands.

A photograph.

There's several people in it. A woman, so full of life with rounded glasses and coiled hair tied back into puffs. A man with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, familiar face free of the scars and the pain so integral to who Tim is now. Another man, round face shy and smiling with a warm cup of tea in his hands and a soft blue hue to his sweater. And Jon, skin free of the countless scars that'd become so familiar to him, hair neat and short with not a single speck of gray, and a birthday cake set on the table in front of him. He's trying to put on a scowl, but you can see the slight crinkle in his eyes and the smile pulling at his lips clear as day.]

...God. I'm so sorry.

I'm so goddamn sorry.

[a-lost-archivist]

I don’t think they were ah… as familiar with you as some of us are. They aren’t exactly from this world.

I have another goddamn meeting with the league tonight. Send help.

[a-lost-archivist]

I... you were there??

I have another goddamn meeting with the league tonight. Send help.

[a-lost-archivist]

Because he's an incredible liar.

Apparently, while I was ill he was advising them on how to contain the forest to gain their trust. I was also advising them but his advice was, apparently, better.

I have another goddamn meeting with the league tonight. Send help.

[a-lost-archivist]

Victoria, Elias was there.

I have another goddamn meeting with the league tonight. Send help.

[a-lost-archivist]

Ignore the other reblog. I should’ve followed your advice you were right.

Goddamnit

I have another goddamn meeting with the league tonight. Send help.

[a-lost-archivist]

I am trying to be somewhat respectful, in case soemthing horrific happens in the future and I need their assistance.

I have another goddamn meeting with the league tonight. Send help.

[a-lost-archivist]

I have another goddamn meeting with the league tonight. Send help.