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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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[aka please god, no. She's talking to you, Cyrus.]
Judging by how your master treated us, I would've thought you'd consider us lost causes.
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I dunno. Everyone's right, you are different. I know Cyrus said you were all okay, but according to people who knew 'im, even he wasn't acting all right back then...
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[She's looking around nervously as she says this, though.]
I know you didn't like your life before, but...
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Do you extend that line of thinking to yourself?
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What do you want from us, Saturn?
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[...SHE IS NOT TRYING TO DO A MORAG HERE, BY THE WAY, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTINUE NOT DESTROYING THEM]
I'm just...
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Sighing again, Rey looks down at the floor, shaking her head.]
I'm...disappointed, that's all. Seeing you like this, it's...I mean, it's stupid, because it isn't like we're friends or anything like that, but...I don't know. After our first meeting, I was really hoping you'd...come around.
But I'm afraid I'm too late to help you like I promised.
[......]
...like we promised, rather.
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What about Toxicroak?
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[He's aware of where this is probably going, but you know what, if we're going to do this, let's get it the hell out of the way.]
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[Rey doesn't bother to try and mask the incredulous nature of that response-how could he...]
You don't...care anymore? About what he did to her?
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...it wasn't holding you back in the first place. You're the one who told me about how humans and Pokemon used to be so close, how they'd appear in the wild to try and prove they were worthy of aiding us. You made me understand that Pokemon battles...they're not violence for violence's sake, they're a display of the bond between a trainer and their Pokemon.
It's why I wanted to battle you so badly; so I could see...how it is, when a person and their Pokemon have grown up together. I never experienced anything like that throughout my childhood, so...
[God, this is getting horribly personal and she really should just shut up and consider this man a lost cause, but-]
...you're so lucky. To have that, I mean. That connection, that...history.
At least that's something Cyrus can never take from you.
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...This is wholly beside the point and not going to assist anything he's doing here, but she mentioned it and he wants to know, so- ]
Were you not close to anyone, growing up? You speak as though you weren't.
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...I wasn't, no. I...
[...she really doesn't want to turn this into her Sob Story Power Hour, but. she's gotten good at summarizing this, so.]
...my parents sold me when I was 6, to a junk dealer. I spent most of my life scavenging the corpses of warships in exchange for food. I lived in a desert, so no parts, no food.
[Her voice is blank, as if she's suddenly reverted back to being M-73; it's just...easier to tell this story if keeps her emotions in check.]
I didn't have anyone. No one to talk to, no one who showed me any manner of kindness, just...no one. I would have given anything to have a friend, like a Pokemon. Anything.
...
[Let her just...awkwardly trail off there while she thinks of something else to say, ugh she hates talking about this but he asked-]
...it's why I...how do I say this, it's...now that I have my own team of Pokemon, and all of these friends, I've never...I didn't think it was possible to feel joy like this, I...
[Alright, that's enough, let her just. stop, before she embarrasses herself.]
...so that's why, when you said you'd known your Toxicroak since you were young, I...fixated on that, I suppose. I don't know if it was jealousy, or just curiosity, but...you really are lucky.
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I wasn't alone like you. I had parents, a hometown, people I knew. But I wasn't connected to any of them - no attachments, no amount of caring for any of them - and I've never understood why. It took a long time for me to understand that sometimes people are just terrible like that - that maybe I'm just a bad person, and that's how it's going to be.
Master Cyrus gave me a way to help people. To not be a bad person, to help create a world with him, one that would embody lasting peace. I didn't really care about the people or the Pokémon. I just wanted to see if something like that - creating a new world, eternal peace - was possible in the first place.
If this is what that world and that peace has to look like, then so be it.
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