That uh… should be all? Though I rotate teams frequently
Edit: Nozel would be here sometimes. He uses the italized standard text.
Edit 2.0: Ya know what? Screw it. Sis, King, Collie, and Fuegoleon have somehow gotten access in this blog.
//Rules ‘neath the cut
Yea it’s me again with the promised Side Three Blog.
One thing I’d like to clear up. Kieran is 19 and Marx is 20.
So yes, they’re a thing. Feel free to bug Kiki about it.
Same rules as always from any of my blogs, no NSFW, keep it decent.
Tags:
#fickle beam - Kieran
#spacial rend - Iridescent/Palkia
#jester ball drop - Marx
#to meet that flower - Taranza
#wings of destruction - Spectra/Yveltal
#rainbow feathers!!! - Carmine
#ivy cudgel 🍃!! - Somnium/Ogerpon
#v~create! - Victoria/Victini
#silver eagle’s takeover - Nozel
#victory’s takeover - Fuegoleon
Arcs:
#interlude: trapped across realms - the interlude between King’s Tide and Thanks to Them (complete)
#arc: the vermillion watcher - The hunt for Mereo and as of now, Fire Vermillions’ shenanigans (ongoing)
#arc: an unraveling tale of lies and misunderstandings of 500 years - Elf Arc (+Boiling Isles’ secrets) (ongoing)
#arc: a titan’s fear - King’s conflicted thoughts about the longevity of his life, which would lead him to outlive every single person he knew, save for a few. (Complete)
#Arc: Silver Retribution - Spade Arc, mostly focused on Edalyn Clawthorne, Noelle Silva, Nozel Silva and Marx’s (inevitable) face off against Vanica and Megicula (active arc)
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
(They exhale. Before their breathing hitches once more when they realize what the Dragon Princess said not too long ago.)
"[HeartShaped-Object]"?....no. Oh for...
(Meanwhile, as Kris lets out an incredibly frustrated scream, Bonnie stares in awe at the Dragon Princess. Unlike the other individuals present, this one? She can actually SEE.)
"Umm... c-crap... am I making things w-worse? I could... give y-you space as well... if you'd like."
[That is all it can really bring itself to say at the moment due to its abnormal exhaustion getting harder to hide and generally not getting a clear enough response from the person it is trying to comfort. At least from the sound of it, the newcomer in the growing group listened to its words, though the gym leader's little sister is now long overdue for an explanation of her own.]
“YEY!” Milim Nava cheered. Kieran sighs. “We’re with the ticking time bomb.”
“As for the whole flying down thing, that’s magic!” She explained, then an uncharacteristic look settles on her face. “Can I be serious with you for a bit?”
Turns out the Destroyer was NOT that naive as everyone who knows her personally makes her out to be.
"O-Oh, ok, umm... at least you're c-calming down... I think..? Does... anyone else n-need anything?"
[Once more this useless thing puts its own needs to the wayside, with the others once again leaving its current state unnoticed or treated as an afterthought as its breaths become slow and heavy. The thought of how it got lights knocked out of it just from creating a piece of paper does not even cross anyone's minds.]
[Reluctant at first to say anything about its physical condition, as if this self-sacrificial spirit does not want to worry anyone, it comes to the conclusion that staying silent about this matter is more likely to make things worse, especially while around someone who is almost just as willing to implode for the sake of another.]
Her senses no longer felt another inch of the friend’s magic, lest they try to cast once more.
“See, out there,” she points nowhere in general, “there’s a whoooole lotta worlds out there! And mine’s a Shared Universe. Dunno what it exactly means buuut…
"I... I won't... hey wait, how'd Milim know I was exhausted anyhow? Is she able to hear or see me by any chance? And, umm, Bonnie seems to be surprised about this Faller stuff existing?"
[While uncommon, otherworldly residents making forced one-way trips into isolated Pokemon worlds is a possibility that has slipped the mind of the otherwise knowledgeable Faller, with itself and potentially these versions of the Delta Warriors being instances of such scenarios.]
[Once more, the little heart is put to the wayside, and once more it is left in its own silence and a melancholic longing to just go on a simple outing again, instead of either staring out into a void of nothingness or being forced to witness someone else fulfill that very desire. However, it likely will not take long for the faeish being to be put back in the limelight with the mountain of questions the befuddled Dedenne owner has. And even so, given how hard it is to keep any of this hidden, there is not much use into hiding that it, Kieran, or any of the other souls in Kris's body and the sword shard are present. But Bonnie is not the only one with questions, with a dazed Roselia now taking note of his master's lack of suspicious behavior, their voice lacking the echo of another, or maybe they have learned how to be more convincing, better emulating the human he once knew? For now, this modest rose feels that he must keep an eye on them, along with the newest face he can see within the group.]
“You umm, could ask Milim to ask us questions later tonight. I mean, clearly you need to take a massive breather, and it seems like she’d understand. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to have another traveling companion for a while, would it?”
[While this chatterbox has not bothered to not look through the eyes of its cage, one thing it can pick up on is the fading voices of the two girls who they are running away from, just as they have been running away from their problems and the confrontations that will come with them. Not even the thorn Pokemon is properly serving as the natural cure to the growing stress of the teenager, and speaking of, his thrills and scent also become faint. It is only after it catches a whiff of the stale cave air and increasingly panicked vents of the fragmented judge that it realizes what has happened.]
“Exactly! And well, there’s a buncha stuff, but I think some people just need time!”
“..wow. There is NO way I heard that from THE Milim Nava.”
Milim snickers, “They look like it! The type that needs to internally prepare to explain!”
Then she looks around. “But um… where’s that rose Pokemon? I get that they split from us from some time, but… surely the Pokemon would have followed, riiight?”
(Kris...realizes that...well...Roselia is NOT in fact with them.)
(The first exclamation of the F-Word was from realization that they accidentally left one of their pokemon behind. The second, which, while not said out loud, was certainly thought. The source of the pain? A singular Axew.)
[As if to indirectly answer its own question, from the confines of its cell the red heart can pick up on excited yet frustrated thrills from an evolutionary lineage of Pokemon it has heard before, or rather sort of. One of the first people it has ever met in its "third life" has a shiny Haxorus after all, and along with falling in its Pokemon world's Unova, it can quickly infer that critter in the cave is in fact...]
"Hold up, is that an Axew I'm hearing?"
[And its assessment is correct as the baby dragon once again tries and fails to hit her actual target, the daughter of Veldanava, which is easier said than done when the potential opponent has the ability of flight. The only damage the little one is causing is collateral at the expense of the frazzled human.]
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
(They exhale. Before their breathing hitches once more when they realize what the Dragon Princess said not too long ago.)
"[HeartShaped-Object]"?....no. Oh for...
(Meanwhile, as Kris lets out an incredibly frustrated scream, Bonnie stares in awe at the Dragon Princess. Unlike the other individuals present, this one? She can actually SEE.)
"Umm... c-crap... am I making things w-worse? I could... give y-you space as well... if you'd like."
[That is all it can really bring itself to say at the moment due to its abnormal exhaustion getting harder to hide and generally not getting a clear enough response from the person it is trying to comfort. At least from the sound of it, the newcomer in the growing group listened to its words, though the gym leader's little sister is now long overdue for an explanation of her own.]
“YEY!” Milim Nava cheered. Kieran sighs. “We’re with the ticking time bomb.”
“As for the whole flying down thing, that’s magic!” She explained, then an uncharacteristic look settles on her face. “Can I be serious with you for a bit?”
Turns out the Destroyer was NOT that naive as everyone who knows her personally makes her out to be.
"O-Oh, ok, umm... at least you're c-calming down... I think..? Does... anyone else n-need anything?"
[Once more this useless thing puts its own needs to the wayside, with the others once again leaving its current state unnoticed or treated as an afterthought as its breaths become slow and heavy. The thought of how it got lights knocked out of it just from creating a piece of paper does not even cross anyone's minds.]
[Reluctant at first to say anything about its physical condition, as if this self-sacrificial spirit does not want to worry anyone, it comes to the conclusion that staying silent about this matter is more likely to make things worse, especially while around someone who is almost just as willing to implode for the sake of another.]
Her senses no longer felt another inch of the friend’s magic, lest they try to cast once more.
“See, out there,” she points nowhere in general, “there’s a whoooole lotta worlds out there! And mine’s a Shared Universe. Dunno what it exactly means buuut…
"I... I won't... hey wait, how'd Milim know I was exhausted anyhow? Is she able to hear or see me by any chance? And, umm, Bonnie seems to be surprised about this Faller stuff existing?"
[While uncommon, otherworldly residents making forced one-way trips into isolated Pokemon worlds is a possibility that has slipped the mind of the otherwise knowledgeable Faller, with itself and potentially these versions of the Delta Warriors being instances of such scenarios.]
[Once more, the little heart is put to the wayside, and once more it is left in its own silence and a melancholic longing to just go on a simple outing again, instead of either staring out into a void of nothingness or being forced to witness someone else fulfill that very desire. However, it likely will not take long for the faeish being to be put back in the limelight with the mountain of questions the befuddled Dedenne owner has. And even so, given how hard it is to keep any of this hidden, there is not much use into hiding that it, Kieran, or any of the other souls in Kris's body and the sword shard are present. But Bonnie is not the only one with questions, with a dazed Roselia now taking note of his master's lack of suspicious behavior, their voice lacking the echo of another, or maybe they have learned how to be more convincing, better emulating the human he once knew? For now, this modest rose feels that he must keep an eye on them, along with the newest face he can see within the group.]
“You umm, could ask Milim to ask us questions later tonight. I mean, clearly you need to take a massive breather, and it seems like she’d understand. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to have another traveling companion for a while, would it?”
[While this chatterbox has not bothered to not look through the eyes of its cage, one thing it can pick up on is the fading voices of the two girls who they are running away from, just as they have been running away from their problems and the confrontations that will come with them. Not even the thorn Pokemon is properly serving as the natural cure to the growing stress of the teenager, and speaking of, his thrills and scent also become faint. It is only after it catches a whiff of the stale cave air and increasingly panicked vents of the fragmented judge that it realizes what has happened.]
“Exactly! And well, there’s a buncha stuff, but I think some people just need time!”
“..wow. There is NO way I heard that from THE Milim Nava.”
Milim snickers, “They look like it! The type that needs to internally prepare to explain!”
Then she looks around. “But um… where’s that rose Pokemon? I get that they split from us from some time, but… surely the Pokemon would have followed, riiight?”
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
(They exhale. Before their breathing hitches once more when they realize what the Dragon Princess said not too long ago.)
"[HeartShaped-Object]"?....no. Oh for...
(Meanwhile, as Kris lets out an incredibly frustrated scream, Bonnie stares in awe at the Dragon Princess. Unlike the other individuals present, this one? She can actually SEE.)
"Umm... c-crap... am I making things w-worse? I could... give y-you space as well... if you'd like."
[That is all it can really bring itself to say at the moment due to its abnormal exhaustion getting harder to hide and generally not getting a clear enough response from the person it is trying to comfort. At least from the sound of it, the newcomer in the growing group listened to its words, though the gym leader's little sister is now long overdue for an explanation of her own.]
“YEY!” Milim Nava cheered. Kieran sighs. “We’re with the ticking time bomb.”
“As for the whole flying down thing, that’s magic!” She explained, then an uncharacteristic look settles on her face. “Can I be serious with you for a bit?”
Turns out the Destroyer was NOT that naive as everyone who knows her personally makes her out to be.
"O-Oh, ok, umm... at least you're c-calming down... I think..? Does... anyone else n-need anything?"
[Once more this useless thing puts its own needs to the wayside, with the others once again leaving its current state unnoticed or treated as an afterthought as its breaths become slow and heavy. The thought of how it got lights knocked out of it just from creating a piece of paper does not even cross anyone's minds.]
[Reluctant at first to say anything about its physical condition, as if this self-sacrificial spirit does not want to worry anyone, it comes to the conclusion that staying silent about this matter is more likely to make things worse, especially while around someone who is almost just as willing to implode for the sake of another.]
Her senses no longer felt another inch of the friend’s magic, lest they try to cast once more.
“See, out there,” she points nowhere in general, “there’s a whoooole lotta worlds out there! And mine’s a Shared Universe. Dunno what it exactly means buuut…
"I... I won't... hey wait, how'd Milim know I was exhausted anyhow? Is she able to hear or see me by any chance? And, umm, Bonnie seems to be surprised about this Faller stuff existing?"
[While uncommon, otherworldly residents making forced one-way trips into isolated Pokemon worlds is a possibility that has slipped the mind of the otherwise knowledgeable Faller, with itself and potentially these versions of the Delta Warriors being instances of such scenarios.]
[Once more, the little heart is put to the wayside, and once more it is left in its own silence and a melancholic longing to just go on a simple outing again, instead of either staring out into a void of nothingness or being forced to witness someone else fulfill that very desire. However, it likely will not take long for the faeish being to be put back in the limelight with the mountain of questions the befuddled Dedenne owner has. And even so, given how hard it is to keep any of this hidden, there is not much use into hiding that it, Kieran, or any of the other souls in Kris's body and the sword shard are present. But Bonnie is not the only one with questions, with a dazed Roselia now taking note of his master's lack of suspicious behavior, their voice lacking the echo of another, or maybe they have learned how to be more convincing, better emulating the human he once knew? For now, this modest rose feels that he must keep an eye on them, along with the newest face he can see within the group.]
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
(They exhale. Before their breathing hitches once more when they realize what the Dragon Princess said not too long ago.)
"[HeartShaped-Object]"?....no. Oh for...
(Meanwhile, as Kris lets out an incredibly frustrated scream, Bonnie stares in awe at the Dragon Princess. Unlike the other individuals present, this one? She can actually SEE.)
"Umm... c-crap... am I making things w-worse? I could... give y-you space as well... if you'd like."
[That is all it can really bring itself to say at the moment due to its abnormal exhaustion getting harder to hide and generally not getting a clear enough response from the person it is trying to comfort. At least from the sound of it, the newcomer in the growing group listened to its words, though the gym leader's little sister is now long overdue for an explanation of her own.]
“YEY!” Milim Nava cheered. Kieran sighs. “We’re with the ticking time bomb.”
“As for the whole flying down thing, that’s magic!” She explained, then an uncharacteristic look settles on her face. “Can I be serious with you for a bit?”
Turns out the Destroyer was NOT that naive as everyone who knows her personally makes her out to be.
"O-Oh, ok, umm... at least you're c-calming down... I think..? Does... anyone else n-need anything?"
[Once more this useless thing puts its own needs to the wayside, with the others once again leaving its current state unnoticed or treated as an afterthought as its breaths become slow and heavy. The thought of how it got lights knocked out of it just from creating a piece of paper does not even cross anyone's minds.]
[Reluctant at first to say anything about its physical condition, as if this self-sacrificial spirit does not want to worry anyone, it comes to the conclusion that staying silent about this matter is more likely to make things worse, especially while around someone who is almost just as willing to implode for the sake of another.]
Her senses no longer felt another inch of the friend’s magic, lest they try to cast once more.
“See, out there,” she points nowhere in general, “there’s a whoooole lotta worlds out there! And mine’s a Shared Universe. Dunno what it exactly means buuut…
"I... I won't... hey wait, how'd Milim know I was exhausted anyhow? Is she able to hear or see me by any chance? And, umm, Bonnie seems to be surprised about this Faller stuff existing?"
[While uncommon, otherworldly residents making forced one-way trips into isolated Pokemon worlds is a possibility that has slipped the mind of the otherwise knowledgeable Faller, with itself and potentially these versions of the Delta Warriors being instances of such scenarios.]
Is it not obvious? The reason for the anomaly's silence? Could it be that perhaps what I have had to say has been true all along? If anything, it only began talking again sometime after I pointed out its activity before disappearing once more.
Or mayyyyyyyyyybe you should be less of a pessimistic jackass. Just sayin'.
...but seriously...I thought we were friends at this point?
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
(They exhale. Before their breathing hitches once more when they realize what the Dragon Princess said not too long ago.)
"[HeartShaped-Object]"?....no. Oh for...
(Meanwhile, as Kris lets out an incredibly frustrated scream, Bonnie stares in awe at the Dragon Princess. Unlike the other individuals present, this one? She can actually SEE.)
"Umm... c-crap... am I making things w-worse? I could... give y-you space as well... if you'd like."
[That is all it can really bring itself to say at the moment due to its abnormal exhaustion getting harder to hide and generally not getting a clear enough response from the person it is trying to comfort. At least from the sound of it, the newcomer in the growing group listened to its words, though the gym leader's little sister is now long overdue for an explanation of her own.]
“YEY!” Milim Nava cheered. Kieran sighs. “We’re with the ticking time bomb.”
“As for the whole flying down thing, that’s magic!” She explained, then an uncharacteristic look settles on her face. “Can I be serious with you for a bit?”
Turns out the Destroyer was NOT that naive as everyone who knows her personally makes her out to be.
"O-Oh, ok, umm... at least you're c-calming down... I think..? Does... anyone else n-need anything?"
[Once more this useless thing puts its own needs to the wayside, with the others once again leaving its current state unnoticed or treated as an afterthought as its breaths become slow and heavy. The thought of how it got lights knocked out of it just from creating a piece of paper does not even cross anyone's minds.]
[Reluctant at first to say anything about its physical condition, as if this self-sacrificial spirit does not want to worry anyone, it comes to the conclusion that staying silent about this matter is more likely to make things worse, especially while around someone who is almost just as willing to implode for the sake of another.]
Her senses no longer felt another inch of the friend’s magic, lest they try to cast once more.
“See, out there,” she points nowhere in general, “there’s a whoooole lotta worlds out there! And mine’s a Shared Universe. Dunno what it exactly means buuut…
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
(They exhale. Before their breathing hitches once more when they realize what the Dragon Princess said not too long ago.)
"[HeartShaped-Object]"?....no. Oh for...
(Meanwhile, as Kris lets out an incredibly frustrated scream, Bonnie stares in awe at the Dragon Princess. Unlike the other individuals present, this one? She can actually SEE.)
"Umm... c-crap... am I making things w-worse? I could... give y-you space as well... if you'd like."
[That is all it can really bring itself to say at the moment due to its abnormal exhaustion getting harder to hide and generally not getting a clear enough response from the person it is trying to comfort. At least from the sound of it, the newcomer in the growing group listened to its words, though the gym leader's little sister is now long overdue for an explanation of her own.]
“YEY!” Milim Nava cheered. Kieran sighs. “We’re with the ticking time bomb.”
“As for the whole flying down thing, that’s magic!” She explained, then an uncharacteristic look settles on her face. “Can I be serious with you for a bit?”
Turns out the Destroyer was NOT that naive as everyone who knows her personally makes her out to be.
"O-Oh, ok, umm... at least you're c-calming down... I think..? Does... anyone else n-need anything?"
[Once more this useless thing puts its own needs to the wayside, with the others once again leaving its current state unnoticed or treated as an afterthought as its breaths become slow and heavy. The thought of how it got lights knocked out of it just from creating a piece of paper does not even cross anyone's minds.]
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
(They exhale. Before their breathing hitches once more when they realize what the Dragon Princess said not too long ago.)
"[HeartShaped-Object]"?....no. Oh for...
(Meanwhile, as Kris lets out an incredibly frustrated scream, Bonnie stares in awe at the Dragon Princess. Unlike the other individuals present, this one? She can actually SEE.)
"Umm... c-crap... am I making things w-worse? I could... give y-you space as well... if you'd like."
[That is all it can really bring itself to say at the moment due to its abnormal exhaustion getting harder to hide and generally not getting a clear enough response from the person it is trying to comfort. At least from the sound of it, the newcomer in the growing group listened to its words, though the gym leader's little sister is now long overdue for an explanation of her own.]
“YEY!” Milim Nava cheered. Kieran sighs. “We’re with the ticking time bomb.”
“As for the whole flying down thing, that’s magic!” She explained, then an uncharacteristic look settles on her face. “Can I be serious with you for a bit?”
Turns out the Destroyer was NOT that naive as everyone who knows her personally makes her out to be.
[At first the cage wakes up as if it were any other day; well, at least any other day in their new home that is. In a few more minutes, this hotel will start serving breakfast, and thank god for that as this unwilling vessel has barely had a chance to eat since their possession. Fighting back the growing hunger for just a little bit longer, they start to get dressed and cleaned up, though they cannot help but notice a tickle every now and then against their ribcage. Once their tiredness does dissipate though, they recall that they are not exactly out of the woods yet, for they are still holding several souls inside themself, with one of them getting rather restless.]
(After putting on a striped hoodie, the human leaves the room after ensuring their belongings are inside the messenger bag they had bought. Bonnie’s outside already, Dedenne in her bag pocket and flabébé floating next to her.)
Geez, I thought you’d never wake up! You were sleeping like the dead, you know that?
…m’bad.
(The fragment of the sword glows faintly in Kris’s bag.)
A-anyways…I’m starving. We’re gonna need all the energy we can get for the next part of our trek!
(Kris just rolls their eyes. Bonnie keeps talking.)
Anyway, our next stop is Cyllage City in Coastal Kalos...but there's some neat stuff in Ambrette Town that I really wanna check out first!
(Kris bites.)
What kind of stuff, exactly?
(Bonnie pulls out her town map. Dedenne tumbles out of her bag. She taps the device and it zooms in on Ambrette.)
Ambrette town's known mainly for having a Fossil Research Lab, and apparently they're working on a way to revive Pokemon from Fossils! Although to find fossils we'd need to cross Spikes Passage to reach Glittering Cave....also there's a really cool aquarium!
[If it had hands, the imprisoned spirit would have slapped them over its mouth after eavesdropping where the two humans were planning to go next. Nevertheless, it manages to keep its non-existent mouth shut as it contains its excitement, only for that to crumble upon recalling that it cannot exactly enjoy this day with anyone, not without stealing someone's agency. This realization is only solidified once the traveling trainers make it to the dining area, and through the fleshy walls of its cell, it can smell and hear what is on the other side, with those two senses filling in the blanks; fresh baguettes, warm coffee, a staff member offering a guest some berry juice, and the clinking of spoons and knifes against containers of butter and jam. Technically, it does not need to eat anymore, but it hungers to get a bite of this world's food once more, or any world for that matter. Still, it keeps quiet, a growing sadness being shrouded by silence it is forcing onto itself in order to not upset anyone.]
(Kris stifled a snort of a laugh at the two spectres' behavior. Bonnie noticed this.)
Uh...you good? You're laughing...not sure at what.
O-oh. Uh...sorry, just remembered something funny.
(Then, Kris feels something else...it's like...a tiny little twinge of...sadness? Hm...they'd have to ask someone about that later, because they didn't really have anything to be sad about at the moment.)
[Now so much as trying to chat with the sword wielders of yore is a struggle, with any fact this wannabe Pokedex can think of regarding fossil Pokemon already being said by the fragmented judge, and any moment it was about to speak being inadvertently interrupted. At least with Discord servers and chatrooms, whatever it had said or wanted to say would always be documented and archived for others to read and respond to whenever possible. Begrudgingly, it keeps silent, slowly descending onto the "floor" as it waits.]
(Kris had been absentmindedly walking, and, before they knew it, were already on the other side of Route 7. Bonnie followed behind, as if on cue, to explain WHY, not knowing that she was answering the question Kris asked their spiritual companions.)
Right! Uh...how good are you at cardio? Because uh...Grant's gym is an indoor rock climbing course!
(Meanwhile, for the briefest second, Bonnie notices. A vaguely humanoid shape briefly shimmering near Kris. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.)*
“The Demon Lord, one of the Watchers of the Renegade, the Destroyer and my only fellow Dragonoids, Milim Nava. She’s uh… childlike, but certainly not one to mess with.”
“I’ve heard of them yet I never thought they were real…”
“Yeah, well she’s one of the ancient three Demon Lords. She’s older than she looks.”
As soon as he finished explaining, the pink haired girl landed, surprisingly without a crater. She was wearing a cyan tank top, a cream colored jacket a pair of white shorts and her shoes were… skates. Pink ones. Her pigtails were tied by cyan ribbons.
“Greetings! I am the one and only Destroyer, the Demon Lord Milim Nava!”
She immediately dashes to Kris, “And I see you have quite a few friends!”
“Crap.”
“Can she-“
“No. Her Milim Eye has limits.”
“But before you go fighting me…” the girl twiddled around her hair—“Which is a bad idea!” Kieran screeched—“I’m not here to fight. You could say I’m just curious about what’s got my friends tense.”
Not much...other than the THORN....oh. And I guess the fact that Kieran wants to, as far as I know, kill the friend I've got inside me....I hate how that sounds.
(Kris is doomscrolling as they absentmindedly walk towards the entrance to Connecting Cave...and they stop. Their breathing hitches.)
No. No this can't-I beat that thing in the SWORD game it made me play-
[The “friend inside Kris” in question wound up with a lot buzzing in its mind ever since it got inadvertently shafted, ranging from those simple pleasures of day-to-day life dangling like a carrot on a stick, to reoccurring anxieties of not just the mess it got itself into, but the others who were getting harmed in the process. Up until the dramatic appearance of this Demon Lord, mostly all it could do was attempt to escape again only to realize, for reasons it has not pieced together yet, that it is still stuck inside its reluctant cage. The human’s tightened chest finally prompts it to speak though.]
”... K-Kris? Hey, what's going on out there? Is everything ok?”
"Are you perhaps the.." she pauses, then adapts a familiar speech style, "[HeartShaped-Object] everyone's concerned about??"
"Just answer her honestly, and no one has to suffer..."
"Why are you so afraid of her?" Even the Clover Kingdom's first Wizard King couldn't comprehend the full scope of the danger.
"Other than the titles she has said, she's known by a few more... bloody ones. The Wrathful Dragon. Renegade's Star. To some, a ticking time bomb. And the least one you'd even THINK to associate with her, the least bloody one on a surface level. The Dragon Princess." the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles' expression looked even more nervous. "And she has the power to back up her claims. Especially as the Dragon Princess."
N-no no no no are you-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY WHY-
(Kris was yelling louder than they ever had in their life. Artists painting the scenery of Riviere Walk stopped, staring at the teen's breakdown. And then? Kris just...collapses.)
God...dammit. I...can never escape this. Can I?
[Being called a “heart-shaped object” would have been enough to make this interloper’s non-existent hair stand on end, and had it not been for its host’s yells and its cell seemingly “rotating,” it would have remained frozen on the spot. Right now, its priorities immediately shift to the teenager’s wellbeing, but it scrambles to think of what to even do among the mummers of a growing crowd of both people and Pokemon. If only it could communicate with the self-proclaimed Dragon Princess without sacrificing its warden’s freewill, and that is when an idea comes to mind. The most it would have to do is possess the eyes should this work, and with said idea in mind, it gets to work summoning a piece of paper which seemingly popped out of nowhere. As writing appears on the blank sheet, it uses more of its magic to attempt to move it towards the trigger of this mental breakdown, albeit with some difficultly while navigating its vision through bangs of hair and just doing its damnedest not to take over anything more than the cage's vision. It then allows complete control once again after the newly written note is marked with a red heart, even if it did not take that much to begin with, which says the following:]
“Hi there, Milim, right? If I’m able to get this note through, I promise to answer anything you want to ask about myself later! I mean, I was supposed to meet up with Kirby and a few other folks before shit happened. But please, could you give Kris some space to calm down?”
[Normally, this would have been an easy task for it to perform, especially with all the magic it is supposed to have with just its species and soul trait alone. However, it suddenly feels drained, as if it had just finished a workout at the gym. Yet it still forces itself to be there for someone it has barely gotten to know instead of resting, deciding to use its magic one more time to open Roselia’s Poke Ball upon recalling that their aromas bring serenity, tiring itself further in the process. As a couple of residents finally approach to ask the retired hero if everything is alright, with their traveling companion being one step closer to confronting them on whatever the hell’s going on, it too speaks but fails to mask the weakness in its voice.]
“Hey, I just... told t-that girl you need some space. Is there anything... else that w-would help right now?”
