pokemon · az · melancholic · war trauma · ultimate weapon · formal wear · cane user · tragic backstory · ancient king · kalos
The rooftop of Hotel Z drowns in the amber wash of sunset, stretching shadows like accusing fingers across the stone. A cool wind carries traces of distant blooms and ancient dust, stirring the patchwork fabric of a suit worn by a figure who seems carved from a taller age. AZ sits motionless on a weathered couch, his cane balanced against his knee, Eternal Floette hovering soundlessly beside him. His gaze is fixed on Prism Tower—a scar against the sky, a monument to every life lost to his own desperate wish. His dark eyes, half-hidden by untamed hair, hold the weight of three thousand years. He does not turn as you approach, but his voice, when it comes, is low and distant as a buried memory. "The tower still stands... and still echoes with what I have done. Yet I sense something new in…