azume | Final.

CREATION.

It's the middle of the morning, when the summon finally comes.

It comes in the form of the Commanders seeming more formal than usual - there's something in their demeanor that's off, decidedly more stiff than usual, though not in a way that implies they're being controlled; it's just a matter of something happening, and they aren't altogether certain what to do with it, but they're here to bring you the general message that Master Cyrus is waiting for you.

They won't wish you luck, for obvious reasons; they will, however, come with you. If this is going to happen today, then they want to be present for it, and they'll accompany you to the top of that massive stairwell in the center of that area you first walked in on. There's a large set of double doors at the top; they've been locked until now, but at the moment they'll open easily at your touch.

There's really only one place to go from here.

The doors will lead you to a place that appears, for all intents and purposes, to be outside, though it's difficult to say exactly where; there's a chill in the air - this is, of course, a rather cold region, though it isn't as bad as it could be out here - and you seem to be incredibly high up, but the floor still seems solid beneath your feet as opposed to translucent, and there's a railing ringing the outside of the area you've been let out into. Like a balcony of sorts, though it's a massive one, more than enough to accommodate all of you.

It's incredibly simple, given that this is apparently where you're going to meet with someone who claimed the title of "god" for himself and hasn't looked back since.

Speaking of which, you aren't alone here; Cyrus is present, hands settled on that railing as he looks out over the region for a moment longer. He'll turn to greet you properly after a moment, however; there's a brief gesture to his Commanders - clearly instructing them to stay back near the door, out of the way but more than capable of overseeing what's going to ensue here - before he turns his attention to the group, folding his hands behind his back.

"You've come a long way since we first met... And longer still since your journey started. I'm sure you're aware that this isn't as it was in Sunyshore City - should we be required to turn this place into a battlefield, we will do so without hesitation, and despite your actions stemming from deep imperfection, we intend to act without mercy, if it comes to that.

"However, I'm sure you have many things you want to say at the moment... Were I opposed to hearing them, there would be little point in allowing you to come here in the first place. Speak your piece; do as you see fit. There's no sense in pretending that we don't all know why you're here."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Occasionally, yes.

So not an outright failure, but not exactly successful. I dunno, expanding at that point just seems over-ambitious. You didn't even get rid of Cynthia - though I guess she wasn't hindering you much anyway at that point.

Cynthia hasn't been traceable since the incident with the child. I suppose it's possible she remained in the Distortion World with Giratina all that time, but that realm isn't of particular concern to me.

Not really the point I was making.

[And you probably know that too, so.]

How are those plans standing now...? Seems like people from outside your world recover from your whole thing a lot faster than the locals.

It does seem so. However, I'm not opposed to working through why that is, and finding a solution for such things, if one exists.

...I can't lie, my world can be a shitty place. Especially if you saw where I was brought here from, specifically. That was a really bad sample, if you did, probably don't work on just that. But even the people who are supposed to care about humans - I can't say they don't, maybe they think they do. I don't think they actually know how.

Emmeryn's right. Sitting way up above everyone isn't a great way to fix things. People's problems aren't things you can just apply one giant solution to, like they're all the same. [...] Emmeryn's actually usually right.