High Society: The tales from Victory

DIVISION [Part VIII] (Chapter 29)

He sat down staring at the words Division, hanging over a pit. The island was connected by streams of water, flowing with sheer force. He raised an ultra ball to his lips, gently kissing it.

"You are the moonlight on my darkest day."

"You are the moonlight on my darkest day."

"You are the moonlight on my darkest day."

He took a deep breath and his body finally stabilized. He allowed his legs to dangle, his heartbeat slowed to a Marcargo's pace. He finally looked up as he could hear incoming noises. He raised his hand, as whispers cradled his ears, and snapped.

The soft click of his snap danced through the air. The walls resonated with the noise, bouncing off the walls.

The voices began to echo closer and closer. He got to his feet and looked to his North West. The voices were finally out of the dark. Lacy and Phoebe approached. When they saw Jeremiah, Lacy rushed over to him and Phoebe warped out of sight.

Lacy ensnared her arms around the Hispanic male, cheering excitedly. She began to ramble nonsense, Jeremiah took it with stride. "Lacy, you're a sight for sore eyes. And Phoebe, you're a delectable sight for my eyes… wherever you are."

Phoebe stuck to the dark, but Lacy seemed to no longer care. "It was awful! Everything is gone and my dress is ruined!"

"Well, thank me then!"

"Huh?"

"Come here." Jeremiah motioned her to follow him. He pointed to a small island in the flooded corridor where the paths intertwine and erode at the walls. Many wooden bridges were erected for travelers, but by whom was the mystery.

He pointed down into a ditch and there was a large collection of items and pokeballs. "I was going to fish them out, but then I found Moonlight," Jeremiah announced proudly, now holding an ultra ball.

"I'd say I'd gladly get down, but then I'd be lying."

Jeremiah sighed, "Alright, I'm hoping down and I'll drudge up the muck and our belongings. There are a few broken pokeballs, so let's see what we got."

The two dug up an outstanding amount of soaked items, pokeballs, and money. He looked over as he heard more people appear, the sounds of a foreign tongue and a flighty fighter.

He awkwardly pulled himself up, his pants soaked with water. He then muttered, "Why didn't we get Phoebe to do this? She's a fucking psychic."

John and Battousai entered from the Northeast split of the corridor. The moment the two fighters saw the two others, they pointed dramatically and cheered. Simultaneously they took a step then froze. 

John spoke up, "Wait, are you guys real?"

Lacy replied, "Yes… are you?"

"Yes… are far as we are aware, but at this point anything is possible." John commented. He turned to Jeremiah, and redirected back to him. "And you're real, right?"

Jeremiah only laughed loudly in response.

"Yeah, that's our Jeremiah."

Jeremiah lit a blaze with his hand and began to dry himself off. Jeremiah proceeded to motion before him, "Find what's yours."

Crested flew over John from behind and perched over Jeremiah and miscellaneous amounts of junk. They all sat around in a circle, dividing their items into piles as if they were halloween candy. Yet, as each person got their items returned two small piles were left untouched. That belonged to Ponder and Vanessa.