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Fifth.
ENCOUNTER. It's taken some discussion on the part of the elders of the town, but it seems that a decision has been made regarding allowing the lot of you to see the Celestic Ruins; it's worthwhile, they think, even if they believe your overall mission to be dangerous to the point of recklessness - after all, those that oppose Team Galactic, as a rule, do not succeed. But every rule has its exceptions, and the evidence stands strongly in favor of the notion that you may be the exception to this one; the good you've done for the region is undeniable, and they wouldn't be capable of passing this sort of decision at all were it not for you. As such, your patience will be rewarded today; the person who leads you into the place late this morning beckons you inside with the promise of giving you the knowledge they have regarding the legends, information that may help you on your journey from here on out. The ruins are massive and cavernous, the walls of the cave reinforced with heavy stone columns surrounding large mural depictions of the various legends of Sinnoh; most are foreign to you, though there are some that are not (flowers springing up to cover a barren valley, a massive creature with bright cores pulling the landmasses of the world into place with ropes wrapped around its arms) - however, what's most pressing is the depiction in the center, three vague beings of light surrounding another, larger entity, all of it very nondescript and yet seeming to depict a very specific event despite its simplicity. This, your guide explains, is the beginning of the world. In the beginning there was the Creator, and from the Creator came all things - the rulers of Time and Space, followed by the Lake Guardians to govern over all people, humans and Pokémon alike. In their arrogance, Team Galactic believed that they could take control of those Legendary Pokémon responsible for all life, and use them for their own means. Not to change the world as they lived in it, but rather to create a new universe altogether. During this lesson, life goes on in the town just outside the ruins; people and Pokémon alike can be heard going about their day. Perhaps you'll realize it before your guide stops speaking; perhaps it won't be until there's a lull in the explanation. Either way, it will soon become noticeable that everything has suddenly become very, very quiet. A stark, staring silence has fallen over the town, and with it comes a sense that something isn't right. That something unnatural has happened, that something is present that shouldn't be; whatever it is, it seems to demand reverence. Not in the way that the Lake Guardians demanded reverence, but in a way that's glaringly and blatantly terrifying. When the man enters the cavern, he doesn't look like anyone you've seen before. Like all members of Team Galactic, he's dressed strangely, though his outfit differs greatly from those of the grunts and the commanders alike; it's difficult, honestly, to tell exactly how old he is - he moves with all the abruptness of someone rather young, though his general appearance would imply that he's seen more than enough of the world to be thoroughly tired with it. He carries himself well, straight-backed and tall, with the sort of countenance that implies that he's used to being listened to; the sort of person that receives respect not because he demands it explicitly, but because he already seems to have earned it somehow, and he expects it, and very few people argue the point. His bright blue hair is spiked up and back, away from his face; his gaze is piercing, and his expression is almost alarmingly unreadable. When he speaks, his voice isn't relaxing to listen to; it's a bit too rough in timbre for that. At the same time, he doesn't seem worked up or agitated. He isn't blank, either, not like the affected; he's just very, very calm as he stops a reasonable distance away, folding his hands behind his back as he regards the group evenly. "My name is Cyrus; I serve as the leader of Team Galactic, and the creator of the ideal world. I've found your efforts to be remarkable, the strength of your collective spirit undeniable... And yet as one who seeks a permanent end to pointless strife and hostility, and you being those who seek to restore such things to this world... I believe our meeting is long overdue." |
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... Isn't sure how to quantify that. Would Ganon, if it were still a man, say something similar? ]
... But yours does not?
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...I would say that my own views on the matter are far removed from your own. I believe the circumstances being what they are stand as proof enough...?
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[ Or... What. Honestly, meeting the man puts everything in a different light now. It's confusing. ]
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To your eyes, Cyrus, what is the imperfection that strains the world? I've heard it from the perspective of your followers, and from Cynthia and my own eyes and I... cannot agree with any of them. But how do you see it?
[ ... A beat and then she adds, ]
... Oh, and my name is Zelda.
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The fatal flaw in all creation is that which can be called spirit... Emotion is technically accurate, but it's an incomplete description of it. The desire to engage in strife and cause pain unto others is likewise a component that can't be overlooked. As long as such things exist in this world, true peace can never be attained, nor can perfection in this world.
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So... the problem you see is - it seems almost to be individuality itself, right?
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[ . . . ]
... So I ... still am confused, I suppose.
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[aya looking at you]
However, on this matter... I don't believe that perfect understanding is possible.
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Perhaps not. But there is still an ability to - understand more. You could elucidate your perspective, at the least. Nothing of this world has implied the strife in it is near as pronounced in many of our own. Or at least that it holds itself more stable, even before this. So... it - well, It does not seem despair drove you to your perspective, at least?
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It's a desire to see this world as it should be. Despair isn't a factor.
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...That doesn't concern you.
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But you are right that your past is not mine to delve further than you shall offer it.
[ So like. It's okay. Sorry bro. ]
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[So, you know. Fair enough.]
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Has it really been so futile?
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