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TEST 8.
FLOW. The feeling of pressure in here is immense. It's stronger than it was with Darkrai, something you can feel down to your core, something that you couldn't shake off even if you tried; there's nothing to do but power through it. Saturn, for his part, either isn't feeling it at all or is incapable of reacting in any sort of appropriate way even if he could; he simply continues to regard you from across the room, his words hanging heavy in the room. It's a far cry from his behavior during the first month you were here; he was civil then, willing to do you favors in exchange for the chance to talk to you. It's plain that he will be doing no such thing today; it may be difficult to know where to start, really. Especially when your Pokémon don't seem to be doing well - whatever's happening here, they seem reluctant, even unwilling, to fight anything in this room. Perhaps it's not surprising; the energy in the room is likely familiar to them, and it's the sort associated with someone deciding to take their spirit away last time it was angered. Whatever the reason, you're on your own for now; whatever happens is your choice, and yours alone. |
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[this is fine THIS IS FINE]
I take it you've been well?
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[It's a bit clipped, but it's an answer, at least. Not a promising one, but an answer.]
I understand you've been causing quite a few problems lately.
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[we're probably going to die anyway, might as well be sassy about it]
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[OUR TRACK RECORD FOR NOT DYING'S BEEN PRETTY GOOD BUT YOU'RE PUSHING IT MY MAN]
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Oh, no - not me. We never lost control.
[look, a world without bowie isn't one worth saving. he's got a zangoose. its name is major tom. no one can convince me otherwise.]
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Does it worry you? Because it shouldn't.
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If they can't use their Pokemon, she'll simply have to try and win another way.]
It's been a while, Commander Saturn.
[Hopefully he'll actually give them a chance to talk, unlike his master.]
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I hear you've come a long way since Lake Valor. Should I apologize for not checking in on you sooner...?
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Camilla falls back just a touch to council with her Pokemon a bit, letting most of them out; it's a pretty quick consensus of who can at least try to fight, and Eda and Beruka are almost immediately put back in their balls due to fear. It takes a bit of talking, but at the very least, her Pokemon are willing to take certain measures of protection for the group. It at least leaves her with a few friends out, but Camilla winds up looking to some of the group while finally walking to the forefront.]
Anyone who is unable to fight, if the need should arise, please stay close. My Pokemon can protect you if needed; I don't want to see anyone in harms way.
[Hopefully Protect can hold up to whatever is liable to come their way.
Once that's firmly taken care of, Camilla looks to Saturn, returning the cold look with one of her own while she places her hand in front of her mouth.]
It certainly has been some time, hasn't it? I see you're making good on your promise from before.
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[ She mutters that to herself, and right here in the room she sort of sets down and unzips her backpack (probably keeping close to protect bear Camilla) as she goes to pull out her notebook for all the notes she had taken from her studies in Canalave and whatever she had gotten out of Cynthia.
The power of Dialga... So that's the cause here, but to have that response, did Saturn assume they intended to win them over? ... Does that mean there's a chance to win them over? Huh. ]
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[He sounds...strange, a sense of coldness permeating his words that wasn't present the last few times he spoke to you; however, underneath all of that it seems he's still willing to talk, even if he's obviously rather sure this is going to end in one conceivable way.]
I've been a bit busy lately; checking in on you wasn't an option. You understand.
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He barely even notices Portus sidling closer to him or Shell landing on his head with a soft fwump, both Pokemon reluctant to move farther away from him at all.]
O-oh! [His voice is a squeak.] So you're, um...okay! We were, er...worried?
[some of them were? Kinda? He thinks?]
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I'm fine. I've been with Master Cyrus; there's been nothing to concern yourself with.
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[He probably threatened you with death at least once the last time.]
What've you been up to?
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[You're not threatening to kill him, he's threatening to kill everybody. How the turntables, etc.]
But of course I'm still alive. I've been with Master Cyrus, along with the others.
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[She sounds, of all things, a little close to heartbroken—but she moves towards the front of the group, not especially concerned with Camilla's team's protection either way even with her own Pokémon still put away. By the time she gets there, the calm sympathy remains but she doesn't sound so affected.]
You have been in our thoughts all this time. Has our meeting at the resort been forgotten, or has it simply been deemed unimportant?
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Neither.
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Everything about him seems so cold and detached. It's nothing like the way he was before. There was a spark, and right now it feels as if it has been smothered, so to speak. ]
...And you feel satisfied about what you're doing now? There's nothing you regret about this at all?
[ Starting off with this, though Ventus is not sure how this will effect him. But, it doesn't mean he's about to give in. ]
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[That seems confident, at least.]
I have no reason to feel fear or doubt anymore. It's been a welcome change.
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It really has been nice catching up with all of you. And I suppose I can appreciate your concern for me, even if it was completely unfounded. But I can't allow you to simply stand around here any longer than you have been.
Honestly, I should just kill you all where you stand. But since you've been so well-behaved, maybe you'll listen to reason. I'm granting you the opportunity to get out - to leave this place, and leave Dialga to me, and it can be as though this never happened.
Of course, you're probably going to be too stubborn to take it, and you're going to try to argue the point, and this is going to turn into something really messy. But I'm putting the offer on the table anyway. Consider it a matter of good faith.
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...I guess this is accidentally becoming a 2/2, whoops
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It's unsettling, but there's something else that's far more pressing to look at: the sharp whip of energy coursing through the air, the sudden appearance of something long and red and sinuous coiling through the air and encircling Saturn's body at the chest, crossing over his shoulders and around his back despite not making contact with him at all - it simply seems to hover there for the time being, glittering brightly and increasing that sense of pressure in the air tenfold.]
Dialga, Master of Time - unleash your power for me!
[And something in the air abruptly seems to tear, as though reality itself is being ripped open right in front of you - there's a black space opening on top of that dais overlooking the room, something that's sensed just as much as it's seen; you can't look at it so much as it is that you can look through it, just a massive black expanse of nothingness extending back, back beyond the wall of the building and beyond whatever lies outside it, nothing but darkness as far as you can perceive, and with it immediately comes the knowledge that you aren't perceiving very much of what you're looking at at all.
It's an abyss, an endless abyss, and it's from that abyss that something materializes.
It's indescribably large, dark-bodied and streaked through with light blue patterning, its head and back and legs adorned with silver in a way that seems a cross between light armor and decoration; however, there's something unnatural about it, too - a red chain similar to the one currently adorning Saturn is wrapped around it, impossibly long and winding its way around its body and hovering just above the skin, and when the creature moves the chain moves with it.
It comes down heavily on top of the dais overlooking the room, the abyss closing behind it as it lets out a roar both fierce and agitated, and while it isn't deafening it's decidedly too loud for the room, reverberating through it long after the sound has stopped.
That sense you've been having this whole time intensifies; whatever this is, this entity is extremely old, and its will is extremely powerful. Just as much as as time itself.
Saturn's eyes are still holding that unnatural glow, and the chain isn't dissipating from around him, either.]
Once more. Don't make me kill you.
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[The confrontation dropped from Ignis’ voice, replaced with honest sympathy.]
You’re an anchor, aren’t you?
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CONCLUSION.
However, Saturn hadn't been wrong in saying the chains can break, and it seems that he likewise wasn't wrong in saying they aren't terribly stable; eventually the cracks will show, and the cracks will turn into breaks, and after a while Dialga can shake the chains off more or less on its own, shattering the remnants of them and ensuring that they're gone. The pressure being exuded from the creature is intense, and while it's still very clearly angry, it doesn't seem on the verge of rampaging or trying to destroy all of you, either - it fixes its gaze sharply on the group, staring down at all of you with something that's almost a glare before another of those harsh, loud roars shakes the air, bringing with it the feeling of another temporal disturbance rippling harshly through the building. This one is stronger than the others, more intense, seeming to physically shake the very essence inside you before leaving you with the feeling that something has undeniably changed.
The flow of time has been restarted.
The reopening of the void it had initially emerged from is sudden, but perhaps less disorienting this time around; either way, it opens, and before long Dialga has left you, and so has that unfathomable pressure, and it may take you a while to reaclimate but you'll soon become not just cognitively, but physically aware that the deity is no longer in your presence.
Saturn's own chains had faded as soon as Dialga's had shattered, that unnatural red light leaving his eyes; to his credit, he doesn't stumble or anything, though he does flinch and press one of his hands to his chest for a moment. He'll shake it off easily enough, though, or at least he's doing a stellar job at pretending he has; it takes him a moment to say anything, but...]
You're welcome to stay here for the night, should you choose to, though I understand if you want to leave as soon as possible; either way, no one from Team Galactic will trouble you, for the rest of the time that you're in the city.
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Should you choose to stay or not, I have machines to destroy. I think I can manage that much tonight.
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[he likes to Smash]
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