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@darkraise
𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 is an independent & selective roleplay blog for a 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐈 oc with original, cosmic-horror inspired lore. Written by Norfair.
current plot-arcs: - the silence between the storms ( aftermath of kalos arc ) -
𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. // 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐒𝐀 // 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 // 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐆 // 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑
My very pointless quick HC this morning is how in-universe if you search for "one-eyed creepy and dark Pokémon" or "shadow-like Pokémon" you get almost exclusively results for Dusknoir and Gengar and that is why even in the modern day it's hard for the average trainer to just know about Darkrai
The radio is on. There's a news report on a series of strange deaths in the city. First dismissed as likely natural causes, there is now a growing pattern of people of differing genders, ages and vocations suddenly passing away in their sleep with no relation to health issues. A Pokémon might be responsible, yet no traces of ghost-types have been found and investigations into ruling out diseases or organized crime are yet underway.
Some more reports on accidents, robberies, then cultural activities follow. He's tuning out until the news caster brings up an increase of bug-types during the summer while interviewing an expert.
Through the radio, the chittering and clicks sound like gleeful laughter to him.
@darkraise asked Though the sun's already set, the lights in the lab's second floor are still on. It's been a lunar cycle or two since his last visit but some things didn't change in his absence. At least some of his own manners did. Instead of the elevator's ding, he announced his visit by knocking on the window before opening a portal to the office's inside. "STILL SHIRKING SLEEP, I SEE." What a greeting. By the flickering screens, it looked like Mable was busy as ever. "LUMIOSE WAS ON MY WAY ELSEWHERE SO I WANTED TO STOP BY TO SAY HELLO. AM I KEEPING YOU FROM SOMETHING? " (here to learn things and bother her omggg)
“Making a stop in the city you hate just to see me? I’m honored.”
She smiles, her attention on the shadowy Pokemon that had paid her a visit.
“Glad to see you’re doing well. And no, not at all. Just doing a little multitasking, finalizing some plans for the mayor and keeping tabs on a promising project I’ve been in charge of out of town.”
Though she was eternally tired, there seemed to be more happiness behind it now. More enthusiasm for her work.
“A certain other annoying scientist is working under me now,” she offers, a chuckle. “I’m keeping him in line. I’ve also told him that any of his work is subject to spontaneous review by myself, Thea, or you. Whether you actually join in or not doesn’t matter - I knew just the thought of you getting involved would annoy him,” she grins.
“But how are you? Enjoying your time away from this dreadful place?”
At this point nothing would turn the city of light agreeable for the being of darkness. He glanced over the graphs he could make out on her screen, though couldn't make out what exactly they were about. "I SEE." Mable seemed to never not be burning the midnight oil, despite claiming the opposite. Always something on the agenda, he wondered how she'd take it if there was really nothing to do for a change.
While listening, the Darkrai gave a pensive look. "SO I'VE HEARD FROM HIM. IT'S THANKS TO YOUR EFFORTS THAT HIS MIND IS HIS OWN AGAIN, SO I HOPE THAT HE REPAYS YOU ADEQUATELY WITH HIS AID." His head tilted at the review portion, the eye-contact briefly breaking away. "HE STILL DOESN'T KNOW THAT I AM PLAYING HIM WITH AN ALTER-EGO... TIRESOME AS IT IS TO DO SO, IT IS THE SAFER OPTION. I WOULDN'T MIND INSPECTING HIS WORK, HOWEVER..." A pause, his eye returned to focus on her with some hesitation. His telepathy resumed with less enthusiasm. "... I MAY NEED SOME HELP IN READING IT. I'M NOT AS WELL-VERSED IN THE MODERN-SCRIPT AS I'D LIKE TO BE. I HAVE BEEN RELYING ON ROTOM FOR ALMOST ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT." Didn't enjoy admitting to being hardly literate when it came to the modern era's writing.
"I DID ENJOY MY TIME AWAY, HOWEVER. LUMIOSE CITY IS STILL A RADIATION ZONE OF MEGA-ENERGY FOR MY KIND. I DON'T INTEND TO STAY FOR LONG, BUT SINCE I AM HERE ALREADY, I MAY AS WELL DO SOMETHING WITH IT. PERHAPS THIS REVIEW CAN BE THAT ‘SOMETHING’."
Two Truths and a Lie
Ask my muse for two Truths and a Lie, and see if yours can decipher which is the lie.
Daedra was not afraid of the dark.
She'd never had, even when she was much younger and spent much of her youth by her lonesome. The sudden noises and bangs from her old shifting house had frightened her more than the dark. The dark was not something to be afraid of. An evening when it was time to sleep, or an overcast shade to take refuge in from the blazing sun. The dark was just one of the many, many pieces that made up the world.
However, she was atleast reasonable enough to know that it was whole other thing to be mindful of things that lingered from within the dark...
It was unclear if they'd taken offense to her statement about the Musharna, or perhaps offering her pity from trying to piece a form separate from the shadow and the shade, but they appeared none the less.
Daedra thought her mind playing tricks on her, as there was an almost icy chill at her neck prompting her wispy airs to stand on end. Like a puff of smoke somehow firming itself into a physical form, rising out from a pool of black void.
She... wasn't sure what she was looking at, to be perfectly honest. As they claimed: it was no Pokemon that she could name from her native region. Yet, it was surely a Pokemon is some form, and there was some comfort in that, Daedra strangely found.
"Are you a ghost type maybe?" she asked, though there was the faintest crack of uncertainly in her tone. "I've never seen anyone quite like you, even from other regions," she admitted.
Truthfully, the particular ghosts from Hoenn popped into her head momentarily. There were quite a few similarities with the scarf-like tendrils and colors, but Daedra found them a bit unnerving... and didn't know too much about them.
When the Pokemon commented on her reason for being here, the redhead found that she wasn't sure herself. Following the apparition's gesture, her blue eyes scanned the decaying lot. Similar but somehow much different and morphed from what she recalled in her youth.
"I suppose I should," Daedra offered back reasonably, eventually drawing her eyes from the overgrowth and crumbling mortar. "I'm... not sure why I was prompted to come today really," she admitted, though seeming very casual on the fact. "Perhaps I hoped to come across something from when I was younger."
"Is that why you're here perhaps?" she asked, setting her eyes back to the other. "Are you maybe looking for something? Someone? Or just traveling-- since you're from somewhere else?"
Daedra very rarely curbed her curiosity when it got the better of her. It almost always did.
Though sleep was thought of death's younger sibling and his work had much to do with the spirit of living beings, the nightmare entity could not claim to be of a real spiritual nature. Ghost-type was at least a bit more flattering than Musharna, a common misconception all in all. He was floating, a bit disembodied with his legs hidden, far from organic or typically inorganic and the goosebumps were the cherry on top, a lot of boxes checked that he couldn't give blame for. "....DARKRAI." The sentient shadow gave as initial reply. "THAT'S WHAT HUMANS CALL ME." It's all he intended to divulge for the time being, the scarcity of his kind and their reputation were difficult topics he didn't wish to bring attention to. If anything, to any degree possible - even if kind of difficult - he wished to keep attention and curiosity from digging deeper than necessary, even if the redhead was practically aglow with it.
Harmless questions followed and he mulled them over while slowly gliding out of the ruined section into the open. The bright-blue eye is briefly cast back. "JUST TRAVELING. RUINS LIKE THESE MAKE FOR NICE STOPS BUT THOSE AREN'T AS ABANDONED AS I THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE." There was another reason, to investigate the divide between dream world and reality here but he shook his head to himself.
Another issue was more urgent than his investigation. Smoke rose from the surrounding tall grass, tinted in a wispy violet. The air surrounding it flickered mirage-like, trying to give imagery form to the nightmares that now lingered. The one who caused them looked back to these happenings with some annoyance. His gaze scanned for a safe route past them to the exit. "...TRY TO AVOID THEM. THEY ARE MANIFESTING NIGHTMARES WITH THEIR DUST... SOMETIMES THAT CAUSES EXPLOSIONS." Like the one that likely put this facility in its present state in the first place. With little trouble, he managed to cut a path through them by diving back into the dark. A blot of darkness parted from the shadow cast by the building and moved across the ground, wholly undisturbed by the obstacles above. Past them, his figure partially emerged from the floor again, just enough so that Daedra could see him.
instead of sunbathing at the beach i want to project to everyone the mental image of him just sitting in an abandoned sun lounger in the middle of the night when the ocean is pitch-black and there's light rain after a bad storms, darkrai soaking in the darkness. not even the moonlight screw that. just him ahhh. real summer night
🌠 - For our muses to watch a meteor shower. / from the unicorn
ask that disappeared into the void forever ago and just showed up one day again and idk what meme this was even anymore this is months old im sorry omg // @incalabria
Brilliant streaks decorate the above, coming from the void and disappearing into it. Yet their short stays enrich the sky in a way even the ageless could understand and appreciate. The shadow rests on the grassy hill near the nature spirit, ever at the distance where dark and light dared intersect. The quiet between them is broken when his telepathic voice echoes with idle thoughts he wished to share.
"ISN'T IT STRANGE? THEY ARE JUST FALLING ROCKS, BURNING UP IN THE ATMOSPHERE. YET THEY ARE ALSO TEARS OF THE DIVINE AND SYMBOLS OF WISHES. THEY ETERNALLY OCCUR IN THEIR TRANSIENT EXISTENCE, JUST LIKE LIFE ITSELF." He briefly touched the pendant with the memories of the last times he watched meteor showers like this. Those who watched with him had long been interred. The claw loosens its grip from the necklace and reached out into the air. As if to grasp the falling comets, as if to become to the pitch-black that cradled them.
The motion stopped, his head raised higher to the stars firmly above. "...ISN'T IT STRANGE..." The Darkrai repeated, the light behind his gaze then grew dimmer. "...THOUGH I CAN BE KILLED, MY ESSENCE NEVER PERISHES. WHAT DOES IT TRULY MEAN TO BE IMMORTAL? TO THINK THOSE STARS MAY STILL BE THERE WHEN OUR ROLES COME TO AN END AND THE WORLD REACHES ITS CONCLUSION. BUT..." His hand dropped, is pulled closer to himself, reaching in part around his own body just as it had done when he awakened into this world. "...WHY DO I HAVE THIS NAMELESS FEELING THAT I WILL NOT CEASE ALONGSIDE THE STARS? THAT I WILL BE WATCHING WHEN THE LAST STAR BURNS OUT... ?" Only the void had these answers.
"Indeed. The Bug Types are quite strange. They stare so intently at me. Even Umbreon was distressed earlier; launching an attack at them without command. That is unlike it."
His world stopped.
Even the billowing parts of his shoulder somehow nearly stiffen in response, thinned pupils threaten to disappear in the turquoise surrounding them. Without warning-
A shot of concentrated energy, blasting just past Spinel into the back. A chittering screech follows the explosion of the attacks impact and the dark powers still arc from his fingers before sizzling out.
He could feel his hand cramp up in welling up anger. The Darkrai threw his head around and focused his senses to extinguish anything else laying multi-faceted eyes on them. All of it in an instant but it stretched out like an event-horizon for him.
"DON'T LET ANY BUG-TYPES SEE YOU. FAINT THEM. BLIND THEM. KILL THEM. BUT DON'T LET HIM WATCH." The shadow darted into the air for a better look. They seemed safe now. But how much longer? He cursed himself. "---DON'T QUESTION IT." He added, the straining telepathic words coated in a sharp tone. "JUST DO AS I SAID. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE IS WATCHING FOR... BUT I KNOW WHAT HE WATCHES WILL END UP IN PERIL SOONER OR LATER."
Not even another word of who 'he' is, the Darkrai turned his head in a sudden motion one direction and simply flew off at high speeds.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION NEAR POINT OMEN, OCEAN DEPTHS - MIDNIGHT
A place of buried secrets and total darkness. The shadow's claws trace architecture out of this world, a single claw scratching the bizarre masonry of this sunken whilst he hovered towards the structure's center. The ruins pulsed with power of a kind- his kind, the veil to the dream world was exceedingly brittle here, tainted deeply by nightmares that would stop any mortal's breath in their throat and drive them mad, much like the dome of nightmares in Levincia did. The depth of it meant nothing much could reach here from the outside, most corporeal living beings were crushed by the ocean pressure as a natural deterrent.
At the heart of it, an altar-like plateau awaited him, encircled by claw-like stonework that reached for the center. Innumerable lunar cycles ago, it's where he first connected through the dream world to the souls that rose back to life from his own shadow. The properties of this place allowed him to reach further into nightmares of others than any other place and thankfully, no other Darkrai had ever claimed it. Judging by its age, it must have been built in honor of the First - by who, he could not say, the architecture didn't even seem human. Maybe the First built it for themselves with their own powers? Only now to be inherited by their descendant and successor.
A marvel that suited his needs. The shades emerged at the beckon of their master and the Darkrai gives each a glance and address.
"HONEDGE. YOU ARE RELIEVED OF YOUR DUTY. I WILL SET YOU FREE NOW." The dull eye of the sharp blade began to crack and its form dispersed into threads of pure darkness that returned to the nightmare's clawed hand. Only a purple light of a soul remained, dimming away into the inbetween of dimensions from which the reapers beckoned it.
Then the other spawn drew his attention, though with a bit of a stern glare. "PAWNIARD... YOU DID NOT EVEN DO ANYTHING. IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOUR EXTRA WEIGHT IN MY SHADOW, I WOULD HAVE FORGOTTEN YOU WERE WITH ME AT ALL. STILL, I KEEP MY WORD. YOU'RE FREE. I DON'T WANT YOU AROUND ME ANY LONGER ANYWAY. BE GONE, YOU PARASITE." Much less graceful than his farewell from the sword he could not fix, he simply opened a portal of Phantom Force beneath the little bladed creature and let it be plummet into it, to be released in another adjacent dimension to this one.
Now, finally, all that was left is what he truly returned here for.
Beyond the plateau, deeper in the bowels of the ruins where he'd also hidden some of his ancient 'belongings', he would add another memento to the pile of engraved plates, keepsakes and the one or other jewel and crown taken from royalty lost to history by his hands. Compared to them, the recent addition was truly negligible in worth.
"AND YOU... OBLIVION CLAIM YOU, WHO ARROGANTLY BELIEVED YOU COULD BRING MORE TERROR TO THE WORLD THAN I. I WON'T GRANT YOU THE MERCY OF DYING. ROT IN THE LIMBO FROM WHICH YOU TRIED TO RULE." The capsule-enclosed Pokéball of Malamar emerged from his palm, not even granted a glance before simply being dropped in the pile of cursed relics of old.
Relief didn't reach him quite yet. Not until he left the sunken, forbidden and undiscovered city of horrors behind and returned to the volatile surface of the raging sea.
At last it was over. The world was rid of one of the first of these. ---He set his cursed eye on the future.
Slides next to.
"Who are WE creeping on tonight?"
He's close enough to a Ghost Type. Share.
Great now there's Spinel and there's suspicious bug-types watching Spinel, it's like a creep-congaline. NOPE. "YOU'RE GETTING A NEW LOCATION."
"THROUGH THE WINDOW."
HOLD ON, I'M NOT SHARING THESE CERTIFIED BOOGEYMAN PLACES(C) WITH ANYONE BUT ACTUAL GHOST-TYPES.
I AM GOD'S #1 CHOSEN CREEP I HAVE A PERMIT FOR BEING UNDER YOUR BED OR AT YOUR WINDOW, SPINEL GET OUT
Crackles of violet energy at the tips of his fingers died down and his gaze swayed over the havoc that this rampage had caused. Ophelia long had stopped being visibly affected by views like this, treating it with the same deflated acceptance as the incident being an occurrence in the first place. The park or a street or a courtyard, a different dimension, the locations changed, the time changed but the battles were the same ones fought. He moved away from his position, closer to the once-champion and away from the small Pokémon that were waiting for him to leave, regarding him with the same fear they had reserved for the mega that went berserk.
By her side, he took the absence of her usual witty remarks as hitting a bulls-eye of a deeper issue. Just a Darkrai's intuition... unfortunately the exact kind of existence that would not allow such a thing to be simply brushed aside, so the attempt to pick up her usual attitude backfired.
"GOOD DEEDS DON'T FILL A VOID, OPHELIA." What did he know? Too much, to recognize where her nightmares and reality overlapped. Was it good that she gave herself something noble to do? No denying that. This wasn't the problem. What he saw were justifications. Distractions. Anything to numb her from the gnashing feeling of finding what she really wanted to do besides this. It just happened that helping others was the form this took, but she wasn't really helping herself by doing it.
Though, he hadn't actually answered her question yet. "I'M SCARED THAT YOU WILL NEVER WAKE UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE. I DON'T MEAN THESE RAMPAGES EVER ENDING... I MEAN THIS BEING YOUR WORLD."
( continued // @incalabria )
Citrine followed Darkrai's eyes across the city, slumping a bit down in her chair as she really took in all that had hit the city. It looked a lot worse from up high than on street level. "Man, and you're saying one guy was behind all this? That's crazy." She was pretty sure he had an evil team or something. Maybe an evil company, given what Darkrai was saying. But to think it was just one guy when it came down to it. How scary.
The actual worry in Darkrai's voice was enough to dissuade her from actively going after the guy. "Fine, fine, I'll leave him alone. It sounds like if I tried to go bite him, I'd get in trouble with other humans anyways. I'm still gonna think he's a jerk though." That part was non-negotiable in her eyes. This Exceed guy was a jerk, and that was that.
"Oh yeah, I had a thought," Citrine pushed up a bit, looking back at Darkrai as she did, "you mythical pokemon guys just kinda go all over the place, right? If you ever wanna drop by our camp and steal a bite to eat, I'll keep the team off your back. We're friends, so that only seems fair." That was what friends did for each other, and she'd decided they were friends at this point. He wouldn't have come over if they weren't, after all.
Something about what Citrine said gave him pause for thought. True enough, she'd be in serious trouble for injuring a human, even more so as a Pokémon that belonged to another one than a wild one. It would be treated as her trainer's responsibility, like a failure for not 'taming' her enough. Briefly his eye wandered off in contemplation of it. Even a healthy bond somehow had the idea of being 'owned' was still hiding somewhere beneath. Even if he were someone's partner, he could never abide by the idea of actually belonging to them.
The mention of the idea prompted him to snap out of his rumination, the white pupil darting back to her in an instant. "YOU CONSIDER ME A FRIEND?" His distrustful nature had him forget for a split second how low the barrier to this was, especially for young mortals. This may have been significant time to them already, when she was only a good acquaintance to him. Though he was a bit perplexed on how to reply to that- these weren't words he was used to hearing, not in such a direct way and he had a habit of overthinking. ( There's also a short-lived thought about how despite being literally two-faced, the Mawile struck him as surprisingly upright and sincere about her emotions. Wore them on her sleeves even. ) He finally said something more when the beat of a pause began stretching. "...IT'S NOT A TERM I USE LIGHTLY. I SUPPOSE YOU COULD BE MY FRIEND TOO." He did hold out his closed hand for a fist-bump then... even if his admittance was somewhat aloof and awkward.
"WHERE IS YOUR CAMP? AND WOULD YOUR FRIENDS BE FINE WITH AN UNANNOUNCED VISITOR STOPPING BY?"
woops yesterday was a new moon AND the anni of m10 i forgot i am such a sham
"Arm's up, please." Thea has monopolized their afternoon with fitting and tailoring several outfits for Alhazred's human disguise, to ease the effort he used to craft the layers of his clothing. This involved some pinning and measuring, between the things she'd ordered custom or bought from a local shop. "I knew this blue would look nice, it brings out the color of your eye." Said while using a fabric pencil to mark where to hem the sleeves. [thea does love to play dress up..]
Arms outstretched like that, he felt a bit like a scarecrow. There's not even a telepathic peep, he obliged with only a curious eye following the pencil's end and her hands to the rim of his vision, pulling out the measurement band, taking notes here and there, adjusting a sketch of an outfit design. The drafting paper confused him a little, he was a bit distracted into how much work went into clothes. Never had given it much thought. There lay pins, scissors, fabrics, buttons and more. Again, the pencil marks something with a low but not unpleasant scratching sound.
"This looks like a lot of effort." The precise cuts, the exact measures, the tactful care with which the pins were placed despite there being no actual flesh to accidentally hurt beneath. How much time did all of this take? Buying and arranging all of this, the designs. A part of him wanted to protest Thea offering up her afternoon for his sake but he was silenced by the mundane quiet of the moment itself. Simply taking it in, perhaps enjoying it just a little bit with a brittle smile. "Thank you... for making it easier for me. But you know you're worth the extra effort." He didn't want to swerve into the details of how unorthodox this method was, when most other 'mons simply would've altered the perception of onlookers or created a mirage... how he could've just switched to that, now that the situation was less tense. This was fine, though a silly thought crossed his mind that he mentioned off the side.
"...Does that mean I have to actually dress myself every day like a human when I want to use this disguise? Huh... "
Didn't ever think he'd live to the point of his life of experiencing the horror of getting dressed in the morning for the day, though at least it'd be less effort-... hopefully, less effort. Something about it had an intrinsically stressful sound and he didn't know why. Eh. He'd look dashing and Thea seemed to enjoy herself in her craft. That's what mattered most. It was fine. "But no, seriously. I can't thank you enough for all you do for me."
Alhazred: wow i made so much progress in how to read the modern human script
Alhazred handed a literal science paper to review: hhhksafhakajfkhsksfdklfjdgzlkj
