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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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[cthulhu has a point]
But you know, sometimes going up in a group blaze of glory is worth it! There's no point in us just screwing around in spiritless Sinnoh. Either he'd come kill us eventually anyway or the humans would start getting old.
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If you have any ideas for us to not die, I'm sure we'd all be fascinated to hear them, but going the slow route in Sinnoh isn't an attractive option.
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like. buddy.]
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[I MEAN]
It's a very human thing to do. This can't possibly be the first time you've seen a bunch of them band together, go down side-by-side, fighting a war they can't win. Pretty sure it isn't, actually.
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NOT MANY.]
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Now, I know they're tiny and fragile and all of that. But they fit so much living into their lives! They're capable of so much, and at least part of it's because they die. It means that they can't just waste a few thousand years sitting at a desk or something, they've really gotta go for it! They're always striving for things, and making changes, and growing. [.....] Oh, I don't know if I can explain it. You really have to make friends with one to understand them.
.....of course, I guess that would be more difficult in your situation. [His gaze flicks slightly to the others, before he sets his jaw and focuses on Giratina.] They do die fast. I only interacted with humans who were dead already, before this, not too much to worry about time-wise.
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THEY ARE NOT WORTHLESS. NOT GOOD FOR MUCH IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS. BUT NOT WITHOUT VALUE.]
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[But okay, he guesses? Michael's main objection was to death being all they were good for, not the idea that they're all gonna die in general. Can't argue that one.]
What've you been up to, then, in the grand scheme of things?
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revenge, michael]
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[why are we even here then]
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