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Eighth.
ENCOUNTER. It's been days since you were brought here. Or, at least, you think it's been days; even if it's not something you're necessarily unfamiliar with, the stagnation of time and space are likely taking a toll, as is the fact that it's impossible to become spatially oriented in this place. The rotation of the walls to become ground beneath your feet, the floating patches of land with their bizarre floral biology, the pools of water flowing silently and horizontally directly above your heads... It's all a bit much to take in, a bit much to acquaint yourselves with. Perhaps it isn't meant for you to become acquainted with at all. The massive creature here with you has been becoming bolder over the last few hours; it's difficult to tell what's gotten into it, but its path through the shadows has been bringing it closer. Once in a while a sleek, sharply-spiked body can be seen twisting its way through the darkness; sometimes long, black tendrils with wicked-looking red tips are seen cutting through the shadows, each of them far larger than you are, before disappearing again into nothingness. It seems to fade in and out with the contours of the abyss; sometimes it disappears entirely, only to reappear so close to the patches of land you've taken to standing on that it feels liable to collide with them, that it seems almost like you can reach out and touch it if you wanted to. Whatever it is, your Pokémon don't like it. You can tell just by being in its presence that it's one of the old ones, one of those whose memories span far longer than most of you can comprehend - one that's always been, since the creation of the world. An ancient and powerful entity, and there comes a point on one of those passes that's too close for comfort that it doesn't pull away and disappear again. Instead it stays, and its head breaches the darkness, and it finally lets you see it. It's massive, alarmingly so, in the same way that Dialga and Palkia were massive - not just in physical size, but in the way that something about being in its presence makes you feel very, very small. Its body is long and graceful in a way that's almost repulsive; it doesn't set down anywhere near you, or anywhere at all; instead, it simply is, hovering before you in a way that commands the stagnant, empty space before you, floating over the abyss like it was meant to be in it, like it's been here for longer than you likely care to imagine. Those long black tendrils ripple a little as they stream out behind it; its body seems to glimmer in the darkness as it watches you from behind bright, red eyes. For the time being, it doesn't seem about to attack; just the same, it's watching you very, very closely. What happens from here is, evidently, your call. |
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N-no!
[His voice is still a squeak, but an indignant one.]
I-If that was the case, we wouldn't have gotten this far to b-begin with!
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HOW FAR YOU HAVE COME. DOES IT MATTER? DEATH AWAITS. NO MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.]
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J-Just because it's inevitable doesn't mean what we've done so f-far is useless!
[It's the same idea he'd discussed with Jupiter: even if Cyrus would wipe the floor with them immediately, did it make their efforts worth any less? They were still here. They still had an impact on the world - the people around them.]
O-or, uh, that we don't have a say in when we die either, I mean, it'd be nice if we didn't die immediately here and now, so -
[he's rambling.]
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Well...we're seeing the chance and taking it? I guess?
[It is the way of humans.]
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child.]
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[He likes that option better.]
It's just a reaaaaaaally bad chance.
[He's not selling this well, is he.]
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Um, y'know, for someone who's so convinced that we're gonna die anyway, you're really intent on, uh...stopping us...
[He didn't want to say "kill." He's kinda hoping Giratina doesnt wanna kill them.]
Like, you keep saying it doesn't matter, so why aren't you letting us try anyway? It's more, uh...effort? For no reason?
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Worst? What do you mean by that? How can it be worse than now...?
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[Like...everyone everyone?]
Like...even Cyrus and Dialga and Palkia and whatever other gods and people are around...?
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[Seriously, what????]
W-what did we do?
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...doesn't this go back to the point I was making earlier...?
[about how if it doesn't make that big of a deal then why are you making it such a big deal to begin with]
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[fuck it, they’re gonna die anyway, may as fucking well sass the hell creature for murdering a ten year old]
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What were you even trying to accomplish there, anyway?
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Well, admittedly, if someone decided to barge into my house and have their Pokémon shoot fire at me or whatever she did, I probably wouldn’t show much mercy either. So I can’t exactly fault you there...
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[raise your hand kids if you're still salty about Cynthia keeping quiet about that]