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RESTORATION. There's a distinct feeling that comes along with the knowledge that the world is about to die; you've experienced it once already, and you can feel it again now - another of those sensations that permeates your body clear through, shaking you to your core, and Arceus... Arceus doesn't hesitate. There's another burst of light, almost blinding as it shoots upward and splits into a myriad streaks of light coursing down toward the earth; it's almost beautiful in its impending destructiveness, though perhaps it isn't something that can be fully appreciated with the knowledge of what it's about to cause. All those people, all those Pokémon, reset to what they once were - to say nothing of yourselves. And then, suddenly and sharply, the world stops. Not the world. The universe. It isn't the first time you've felt time and space simply stop - but instead of the stagnation of the reset or the Distortion World, there's something very deliberate-seeming about this; it doesn't feel like stagnation so much as it does protection, keeping the world in stasis until something can be done. Exactly what that something is...well, it's difficult to say. But one thing is certain: even if they can't be seen or properly felt, Dialga and Palkia are certainly here, and it seems that for the time being at least, they're with you. Arceus shrieks out another of those primal roars, the sound harsh and agitated; the remnants of the incomplete Judgement remain bright and hovering above you, above everything. A reminder, perhaps, of everything that's at stake; after all, no one can defy the Creator forever. The frozen timespace doesn't seem to have affected you, nor Cyrus or his Commanders; you're all still capable of acting for yourselves while Judgement is stalled out. Exactly what that entails has yet to be seen. Best of luck to you. |
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Arion sure as hell flinches back a bit, from all of the rumbling and grumbling of the eldritch terror, but once Camilla comes back and joins him--disoriented a bit, Arion providing a bit of steadying while Camilla gets her bearings, just...looking to Cyrus and watching him for a moment, smiling very slightly at watching him pet Arceus.
...She should probably say something, at least maybe try to apologize, but she looks around first, just looking at the horizon again and...]
...I almost forgot just how beautiful this place was. [It's an odd starting point, but it's kind of clear she doesn't know where to start, all considered.] ...Thank you.
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[It isn't argumentative, though; for the time being he seems content to pet his eldritch terror for a while.]
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[That much is gentle, at the very least; her sight goes over towards the field in Floaroma, looking at it with some form of glee. It's always been a favored sight, and...
...]
...I do believe you are owed an apology. For...some of the things that I have said.
[...She's not looking at him when she says that, at the very least, but she's. Not been good at eyecontact with him this entire time.]
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...I haven't been particularly kind to you, either. It was warranted.
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...We're likely to never truly...befriend one another, in any sort of sense. [Camilla's just gonna admit that right now, and it kind of carries that same weight of the whole 'don't misunderstand' spiel she'd been going on about, just without any of the bite.] But even if it's...something you call warranted, I do feel it may have been...cruel, perhaps. Such words were very pointed, at the time, and I do not believe they were warranted.
So...I do apologize. For that.
[...I mean it sounds like she's having trouble with it but she's. She's trying, okay, she's never had to be sorry at an enemy in her life what do you want her to do.]
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[...Camilla, holy shit. He isn't doing much with his face, but it sounds far lighter than he usually does, at least.]
I can respect that.
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I--!
[THIS IS UNFAIR AND NOT ALLOWED AND yeah her gaze is staying pointedly towards Floaroma, thank you very much.]
...Some of that sentiment no longer applies, you know.
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You're accustomed to leading people in some way, correct? You seem the sort for it.
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...In some ways, yes. [Camilla doesn't seem to mind the question, at the very least.] I am both a princess and a soldier for Nohr, after all. I'm quite used to commanding others in battle, and seeing that victory is brought to us. Whether it be with my retainers, or the soldiers of the castle.
[...]
...And my dear siblings, as well, but with them it's...both there, and with their personal problems.
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You have a way of conducting yourself that implies leadership that's at least competent, even if I don't agree with the way your battles are conducted.
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...I do all in my power to keep those close to me safe. Taking up the helm of leader is simply an extension of that; I would hope I've become good at it after all of these years.
[...]
You conduct yourself in a way that would be enviable, to those were I come from, you know; though I know well you'd never resort to our form of battle. You command a presence so easily, and you speak with a conviction that I'm certain is able to rally all of those under your command in an instant...
It's something I can respect.
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[Still definitely not an extension of friendship by any means, but respect is allowable.]
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[Honestly, that's fine by her. Respect it is, then.]