friendship technician

i'd like to imagine that i could and can project these many component parts of myself into little capsules, tossable balls that recoil and recall and each make their proudest display of what they can do, because it's what just exactly they were made for.

i wish my flamboyance were no masquerade, merely powerful and natural and gutsy, the top of the line and ever so serene, swift in its affect.

it's not quite like that, but it's close. it can be. it wants to be. it might even choose.

my innocence, that might not be shielded or defended or must-needs forgiven. that, with the strength of all our many expressions to be worn upon dark and dramatic face, we could simply enjoy life. that we - that i, i mustn't forget - might not have to apologize.

in this magical world, i could trust in the truth of the illusions that surround me as my best efforts become extracted. metronomic, step to beat, one foot to other in constance as i swear always to try again, again, again.

that ruthless. that relentless. that accepting of my own suffering, due to this mighty will of mine to endure it, to repurpose it, to innovate upon the dealings and the damage of the daring world - with the blessed permancence of record at my back.

but i've never played. i've never wandered. i've never dreamed quite this type of dream.

i begin to wonder what realms it could open, show to me, manifest before my drooping dreary eyes.

we were all ten years old once, and then after some time (how much? too much) we looked back and realized that we weren't.

but of course, the power of children is a thing adults very often forget.

i'm glad i have friends who've never stopped remembering, never stopped trying to refresh the infinite cling of the past.

(i made you a team. you made us a team. i made it onto your team, and you kept me there. i'm a precious part of you, now.)

because i'm crazy. because you're crazy? because we're crazy; the special kind of crazy it takes, to catch that specialness on.

what nyx gave:
- Roserade (Standard) Grass/Poison w/ Natural Cure
- Budew (Standard) Grass w/ Natural Cure
- Zoroark (Standard) Dark w/ Illusion
- Clefairy (Standard) Fairy w/ Cute Charm
- Ursaluna (Standard) Ground/Normal w/ Guts
- Porygon (Standard) Normal w/ Trace

my interpretations:
- Roserade for flamboyance and strength of expression
- Budew for innocence and enjoyment of life
- Zoroark for drama and the truth of illusions
- Clefairy for constance and the will to try again
- Ursaluna for suffering and the will to endure it
- Porygon for innovation and the permanence of record

and then i concocted the above :]