It's good to see you're back. ^^
Why, oh why is everybody hitting on Misty all of a sudden? XDDDDDD Reaction was funny though. ^^ I'll be looking forward to the rest of the chappie, when you post it.
And you haven't commented on my chapter 10 yet, I think.
It's great to be back too!
And Misty's grown up to be quite the attractive woman; Ash is just too dumb to realize it fully.
Doh! I promise I'll get you your review when I find the chance (presumably tomorrow) I'll get it to you though.
I like characters like Dante as well just because there is so much you can do with them! We'll just have to see what I do decide to do with Dante's character future now shall we?shadow_shipper said:I'm glad to see you're still working on this
And, to be quite honnest, I just love characters like Dante ! You can do so much with them, plot-wise...
This will be good, but I bet he'll wipe the floor with Ash
See you soon
(and shhh! about the whole Ash losing thing! I didn't think it would be that predictable...)
Well I'm starting to get back into the swing of things. I started to write a one-shot after a flimsy idea of mine, but then decided to leave it off for a while since I really got to get back to doing this story. Anyway, this section of the chapter deals with the titular character of this chapter and basically what his role will be in this chapter. (BTW, there's a bunch of symbolism usage so...be prepared!)
“You see the problem with this town is that all the citizens have lost the sense of love; what it means, what it feels like…what it should really be.” His gaze over the placid pond was stony yet rivaled that of a seer’s, peering into what was not perceivable to the human eye.
“They’ve all sold their souls to the loveless demons of modern society and replaced them with new “loves”: the love to be materialistic, the love of big business, the love to destroy. They’ve all forgotten the loves of our past: the love of nature and its natural beauty, the love of tranquility, the love to love…and I hate it so much…”
He bowed his head and shame as the fishing pole stiffly remained in his grasp, never as much as bulging an inch throughout his whole monologue, mirroring Misty’s expression as she looked on in awe.
“And yet the only reason why I’m staying in this loveless town is because of love, the love of another…Ironic, isn’t it?” he added with an unbelieving grin as he shook his head.
“Yeah I guess…” Misty interjected sympathetically, but with hopes to raise his mood, she curiously asked him,
“But if the person you love is here, then why aren’t you doing anything about it?” He turned to her with a familiar weariness in his eyes.
“This is all I can do little girl; watch time slide across the glassy surface of this pond until that day comes…” It was then that Misty realized the pond was completely vacant minus the murky water. There was no fish to be caught or anything else for that matter, only a false pretense to make it seem as if he was spending his time wisely. This touched a nerve in her and she was going to make sure he got a piece of her mind.
“So all you’re going to do is wait then?” she asked with a hint of desperation in her voice. “Why don’t you get up, take action? Instead of wasting your time stupidly fishing in an empty pond?!” She stood up from the log and began scolding him as he turned away and looked back at the pond.
“Sit down and save your breath little girl. Though we may not be far in years from each other, you still have a lot to learn experience wise.” Misty couldn’t believe how he was giving up so easily so she stood standing up with fiery defiance…until his words melted her with cool heat in each of his syllables.
“We are all just fishermen sitting by the pond, waiting for that lucky catch just so we can feel happy about it by the end of the day and then come back tomorrow.” He then turned around abruptly and stared at her with fierce intensity shooting from his eyes.
“But what if we don’t catch anything for the whole day? A whole week? What about a couple of months? What happens to the spirit of the fisherman who’s been waiting by the pond diligently for years yet nothing comes to him except for a fish that slipped from his hands and never returned?!” Now he was the one standing up, scolding the sitting person as Misty looked up at him, regretting the fact she had ever stepped out of the restaurant.
Yet there was something about this man that seemed familiar to her; she just couldn’t put her finger on it.
The fire blew away from inside his pupils and he was back at his seat, hands firmly on the fishing pole once again as he peered out over the pond.
“The fisherman can do nothing but wait, his whole life directed by what flows around him. If something is amiss, even the tiniest, miniscule object… The fisherman drowns in the irregularity.” He finished his sentence with a foreboding sense of ominousness and then he locked his gaze once more upon the pond.
Misty quietly observed him: he was a turmoil of emotions inside, hidden underneath that faded brown raincoat of his and his peaceful guise. She then stood up from her seat once again and began to make her way back to the center once she was convinced her time was done. Before she left though, she turned around and looked at the man.
“The fisherman who waits forever though has all the time for himself, but none for others. If all the fisherman does is wait for misery to flow over him…then what’s the whole point of waiting?” She shrugged and sighed deeply as her question floated about in the air. She stayed to let her words sink in a bit more then she turned around and entered the Center, not knowing if she would ever see that man again or not…