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“My sister definitely does have the right idea.” Yuuto agreed. Then again, he would always praise Lunette. That was his gut reaction, just as hers was to announce her creator’s blood.
But he wasn’t as confident about becoming creative. The idea seemed so foreign on his scientific mind, which saw the world as a series of formulas and algorithms that his power could influence.
“You’re probably right. But I don’t know if a creative Palkia would be a good thing.” The reason that Yuuto did not abuse his power was precisely because he wasn’t creative enough to. What little he did to bend the rules was already, in his mind, a risk. “I like music too, though. I don’t know if you can hear it, but the world sings if you listen. I can hear every string lining space being plucked. It’s like an orchestra.”
“See, that sounds like poetry to me,” Dax teased. “I’ve never listened that hard to the universe, but it makes sense the way you describe it. So many threads and strings lining all of existence, I can only imagine what the universe sounds like...” Her head tilted curiously, as if she was going to listen to something. “Maybe you should try composing, Yuuto. You never know, you might be good at it. If not something original, maybe then perhaps you could compose what the universe is singing so that everyone else can hear it too?”
A wink that was missed on Yuuto. Sort of. He certainly noticed it, but didn’t find it weird… Actually, in a plot twist that was almost worse, he decided winking was a normal custom in this world. He made a mental note to try winking at her later, as a show of friendliness.
“So you’re an artist!” Yuuto clarified, glad to drop the subject of practice. At least… somewhat glad. He had started the shift to hobbies, sure, but he had done so at great risk. He didn’t have the chance to pick up hobbies. He had even less chance to turn one world into ‘his’ world.
Still, his mind did not linger on those things. He accepted not having them as his normal, so did think to compare his lack to her having. Instead, he listened with sincere interest.
“My human brother composes as well! And my little sister is an artist.” And now that Lunette had come up in conversation, Yuuto seemed far more relaxed. “Lunette says that you can’t be bad at art. But I hope you’ll come to love your art on your own, Dax.”
His ears were attentively listening for any music now, hopeful that he might hear one of her songs. “Creating is so difficult. I’m terrible at being creative. I admire those of you who can show the world what you see like that.”
“Creativity is in my blood,” Dax would respond, somewhat of a gut reaction, and somewhat subconsciously, too, now that she thought of it. “My dad’s the creator of all things, so making something entirely original is not difficult for me, I guess.”
“Lunette sounds like she’s got the right idea, though. You can be bad at the technical side of art, yeah, but no one’s truly bad at expressing themselves. It could be through words, art, music, whatever. Everyone has the potential to make something all their own, to make something new and unique, but knowing how to make it is another problem entirely. No one’s naturally born with the skills needed to create - it all has to be learned.”
She had a strange charm to her. Usually, Yuuto found himself most at ease with a few rules to follow. Then he could pass himself off as a regular human, and not as a being who tumbled through multiple realities. But Dax was so calm that, even without rules to guide him, he felt swept into human normalcy. Odd, especially because she was the child of a deity.
“I’d love that.” He agreed. So long as he avoided heavy pollen, his allergies were unlikely to be a problem. Yuuto fell into step next to her, using their matched paces to guide himself into a further calmed state. Her question almost caught him off guard: Was she asking him as Palkia, or as Yuuto? Probably Yuuto, right?
… Did things ever happen to Yuuto, though? He was often so focused on being a proper successor to Palkia that he would forget to have a life.
“Not very much, honestly. I’ve been wrapped up in practice.” Yuuto decided to start with honesty, “What about you? Do you get to have any hobbies?”
Dax hummed, understanding. “Practice consumed my life when I was first learning how to control my abilities. It gets better once you’re done, I promise,” she smiled and winked, internally screaming about how she shouldn’t have winked.
As much as she wanted to say ‘I get to have whatever I want’, she somehow managed to restrain herself. “My current hobby, and main form of income, is my music. I compose a lot of songs, and have ghost wrote for many pop stars in my universe. It doesn’t get me fame, but that’s alright. I don’t want the spotlight. I just need some way to make money. I’ll let you know if we happen to hear one of my tunes.” She bit her lip, averting her gaze before continuing. “I’ve also been taking an interest in art, though I’m notably really bad at it...” she finished with a nervous chuckle.
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Oh, no. The laughing did not go as well as she wanted, even with her save. The laughing didn’t go over well at all. She mentally slapped her forehead - duh, Dax, People don’t like being laughed at. “Just… just Dax will do.” This was going from one type of stressful to the other faster than she initially imagined.
When he implied she’d feel pressured, Dax felt the urge to fight back against that notion. “No, honestly! I’d love to take you to lunch!” … Shoot, now it sounded like a date. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, smiling sheepishly, but if one failed save told her anything, it was that she was going to have her foot in her mouth all day. No sense messing up what little relation she had with Yuuto before he even got to properly know her.
Now it was his turn to laugh. A soft, nervous sort of chuckle. Yuuto felt like he was making mistakes at every turn. Every little thing he did to be polite, from a formal title to politely declining the meal, were being shot down. Rather than feel hurt by it, Yuuto felt like the chains of formality were being cut one by one.
“Ahh, well. In that case. I’d be honored…. Dax.” He instinctively bowed his head again, but did not follow up with a formal bow. As he noticed himself transitioning into being casual, Yuuto cracked a nervous smile. “Sorry. We got off on a weird foot. I guess I got kinda worked up, huh? I’ve never met a Child of Arceus before.”
Finally, some semblance of casualness. “Honor, shmonor,” she rolled her eyes and gave a shrug with a light smile. “I’m a person, just like anyone else you’d meet. It’s only weird if you’re gonna make it weird.” She’d heard Arceus say that line, or a line like it, so many times now. But it was a good ideal to live to. “Eh, maybe it was the wrong foot, but that’s okay. At least we kept moving. Speaking of moving,” Dax glances down the street, eyeing the eateries nearby. “How’s about we take a little stroll?” With another, more happy smile, she started down the road.
“So, Yuuto,” gosh where did she start? “What’s been new with you recently?” That’s a good place, she assumed.
Now she was laughing..! Yuuto tensed, afraid he was somehow impolite or foolish. Had it been something he’d said? Maybe the customs found polite in his world were comedy routines in hers? Yuuto struggled to look forward and not avert his gaze, even when he was horribly embarrassed.
“Uhhh, no. It’s fine. Laughing is good.” His shoulders fell with relief. When she put it like that, maybe it was all a rather ridiculous situation. Back home, even for Yuuto, it would be odd to have a stranger talk to him so formally. His Sacred Child status was not a common fact. He felt silly for having imagined her as a Kaguya-hime type of girl, whom he would have been lucky to see step from behind a curtain.
“It’s mostly sweets. Oh, but please: Don’t feel pressured.” He held up his hands, basket still on his arm, “I’m not lying when I say that it’s an honor to meet you, uh, Lord… Lady? Daxtrien?”
Oh heck. He barely knew how to address normal girls.
Oh, no. The laughing did not go as well as she wanted, even with her save. The laughing didn’t go over well at all. She mentally slapped her forehead - duh, Dax, People don’t like being laughed at. “Just... just Dax will do.” This was going from one type of stressful to the other faster than she initially imagined.
When he implied she’d feel pressured, Dax felt the urge to fight back against that notion. “No, honestly! I’d love to take you to lunch!” ... Shoot, now it sounded like a date. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, smiling sheepishly, but if one failed save told her anything, it was that she was going to have her foot in her mouth all day. No sense messing up what little relation she had with Yuuto before he even got to properly know her.
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“Y, Yes!” He gasped a respond, embarrassed to realize he had been staring. Now flustered, he first bobbed his head and then bowed from the waist. “Yuuto Yumeno, Sacred Child of Palkia. It’s a pleasure– uh, Honor! An honor, to meet you at last.”
Dax had noticed his staring, and for a split second, was concerned that he’d find her... unattractive? No... unworthy? Un-something. Then he broke into a stuttering mess, and she couldn’t help it - she laughed. “An honor?” Raising a hand, between gasps of breath, she managed to say, “Your Honor, I plead not guilty-” and only got that far before breaking into more boughts of laughter, doubling over and clutching her side. Truly, she was not laughing at him. She was laughing at the absurdity of all of this. She was a mess, and so was he. No wonder her father wanted them to meet.
Wiping away tears, she managed to return to at least a giggle state. “I didn’t mean to laugh.... well, I did, but I wasn’t laughing at you, I swear! It’s just really odd to hear someone try and be so formal with me. I guess I wasn’t prepared.” With a final sigh, she stood upright again. “I truly am sorry for not bring you a present, though. Perhaps I could make it up to you with lunch or something? Depending on what you got in there,” she pointed to the basket for emphasis.
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Ever since he heard about Dax, Yuuto had been eager to meet her. He had painted up many imaginary first meetings in his head, yet never truly prepared himself for a real life first encounter. A literal child of Arceus… So similar, yet so different from his own situation.
“Hopefully she doesn’t hate cake.” He said to himself, trying to talk his way into being calm. Now that he had arrived in her world, his excitement was turning into nerves. Yuuto had packed some treats from his family’s cafe, but it occurred to him that he had never asked Arceus what Dax’s favorites were… Actually. He knew very little about her, other than the most superficial of information.
“I think we were supposed to meet here. Hm.” The basket of sweets hung off his arm, the other used to guard his eyes as he looked skyward. The gold of his eyes drowned in a violet glow as he tried to see into space itself. Trying to read the exact time he was in, by measuring where the planet’s orbit was— “I think I’m early…”
Dax was late. She was so, so late. The girl had woken up five minutes til her scheduled meeting with a boy named Yuuto - her father had put the meeting together, an unusual action on his behalf and warranting some kind of investigation. Was it someone he thought she should date? Because it would be very weird if that was the case. Regardless, she’d agreed to spend at least a little time with the guy. Hopefully he was nice.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to get dressed up, and went for her usual green polo with black slacks combo. It seemed to work well for most people, and she could just fabricate a tie or something if she needed to get dressy too. Makeup was right out of the question, not that Dax often put on makeup. Grabbing a few things and tossing them into her personal pocket dimension storage, the girl bolted out her door, snapping it locked behind her.
The neat thing about her powers is that they allowed her to teleport wherever she needed to be, provided it was an emergency. The caveat was only there so she didn’t go about misusing her powers and make herself sick in the process, but she liked to imagine this was an emergency regardless. One moment she wasn’t there, the next she appeared before Yuuto, stumbling to a stop to catch her breath.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Dax huffed, taking a moment to straighten herself out when her eyes caught on the basket on his arm. Her face visibly paled, then flushed. “Oh my stars, I didn’t even bring you anything! I’m sorry!” she blurted, then hesitated, realizing she probably could have slipped by offering him something she had stored away rather than actually admitting to not getting him anything.
And all this was before even introducing herself. Way to go, Dax. She felt like going home and crawling back in bed out of shame. “Hold on, let me try this over.” Taking a moment to a quick spin, she turned and flashed a bright smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting! You’re Yuuto, right? I’m Daxtrien, but most people call me Dax. It’s nice to meet you!”
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[event: ar mew geddon] | Starter @daxtrien-h
Training in the wild area was abruptly interrupted that day. There wasn’t even a cloud in the sky, no rumble of thunder, no sign of danger… Except for the occasional flash of red and unwilling Dynamax Pokemon.
Satou and her Charizard, Toaster, had been doing sweeps around the area. Whenever they spotted a Dynamaxed Pokemon, they would land nearby and engage in battle. The daughter of Giratina had just finished defeating and recapturing a giant Steelix when she decided to give her Pokemon a break.
“No end in sight, ne, Toaster? I wonder what could be setting all of this off.”
Toaster rumbled, equally confused. I can sense it in the air. I could also Dynamax, I feel.
“Hmm… Well.” Satou ‘materialized’ a set of sandwiches. A careful trip of antimatter manipulation. She gave one to her Pokemon before noticing another trainer nearby.
“Hey! You holdin’ up okay?” She called out, “Don’t forget to rest, kay?”
Dax looked up from her curry pot. It seemed like an odd thing to do, make curry in the middle of a crisis, but she was out of healing items and figured making a good home-cooked meal would fill and help her Pokemon rest more than a bowl full of berries would. Thankfully, she wasn’t cursed with her father’s inability to cook. That man could burn water if he tried hard enough. Scratch that, he probably didn’t even need to try.
“Oh, yeah, I’m holding in there,” she called back. A large Torterra laid on the ground near her cooking pot, clearly injured and near fainting. Also nearby was a roughed-up Lucario shadowboxing, and a rather nervous-looking Vivillon perched on the girl’s shoulder.
Dax herself seemed a little worse for wear, not injured but certainly tired and worried. She’d been expending too much energy today, attempting to heal her Pokemon with her own abilities, and had nearly run herself into the ground. Hence the pot of curry currently cooking on a makeshift campfire before her.
“Don’t you forget to rest, either!” she called back. “I have some extra curry, wanna come down and join me for a bit?”
Event: ar mew geddon | Open Starter! Feel free to tag!
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“B, Be careful!” Lillie was a useless trainer during this event. At least, that’s how she felt. She only had her Sobble and Wooloo, and no ability to Dynamax. But what Lillie lacked in offense, she made up for in support.
“Miss! Here!” She scrambled towards Dax, hands in her white duffal bag. As she got close enough, Lillie yanked out a revive and tossed it to the other trainer. “Are you guys doing okay? I-I’m... I’m bringing healing supplies! What do you need?
Surprise pulled Dax’s attention from the battle before her - Pangaea had just used Sunny Day, and was now charging up his Solar Beam. She fumbled with the tossed revive, but once it was caught beamed brightly at the other girl. “Some Hyper Potions, if you got ‘em, and a revive or two more.”
Turning back to the battle, Dax watched as Pangaea fired his solar beam, landing squarely on one of the Gigantamaxed Butterfree’s wings. It didn’t seem to do much damage, but the bug Pokemon stumbled in the air, its flight pattern disrupted. Satisfied with the battle so far, Dax turned back to Lillie. “If you’re running low on supplies, I think there’s a Pokecenter nearby with a store inside it. Do you have a Pokemon to defend you while you’re out here?”
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The two kids initially fell into a safe silence. They weren’t sure what to make of Dax: Was she actually mistaking them for some other kids, or...?
It was Morn who caught on first. She leaned against the table and put on a show of moaning irritably, “Awww! Gross, she caught up to us, Xi!”
“H-Huh? But I don’t kno--” Morn kicked his foot under the table and Xion shut up. Good. At least he trusted her enough to follow her lead. As the conductor seemed ready to give up and leave, Morn’s expression slipped into a cheeky grin.
“You owe us an apology, mister! You were really rude to your paying customers!” Perhaps she was pushing her luck... But the gamble payed off. The man, though equally annoyed and embarrassed, bowed to the trio and promised to bring them a complimentary tea. Then he hurried down the aisle, fleeing the scene that had begun making him look bad.
Morn waited until she saw him leave to the next train car... Then she laughed. “Nice one, lady! You wanna stick around and get that free tea he promised?”
“I think we just ruined someone’s hard work day...” Xion sighed.
As the man stepped away to get the tea, Dax too broke into a grin. Despite her age, it never got old playing practical jokes on others. “I think I’ll have to stick around, otherwise they’ll start to catch on to our little lie,” she said, gently patting Morn’s shoulder to ask for room on the bench. She slid in once room was made, resting her arms on the table.
“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name’s Daxtrien Hartnet, but most people just call me Dax.” The click of a Pokeball opening on its own announced the arrival of a certain Sylveon, who hopped up onto the bench next to Xion. Mila fixed Dax with a serious and disapproving stare. “And this is my partner, Mila,” Dax added with a sheepish smile.
“You are aware that you’re probably breaking the law, right?” Mila stated in Pokespeak, which probably sounded like unintelligible Pokemon noises to anyone who didn’t know how to speak to Pokemon or wasn’t at least partly Pokemon themselves.
At Mila’s jab, Dax merely rolled her eyes. “I was helping out two kids who looked like they needed help. What’s wrong with that?” she retorted, momentarily forgetting that not everyone understood Mila.
Event: ar mew geddon | Open Starter! Feel free to tag!
“C’mon, Pan! Just a little more!” Dax called, tossing out her second Pokemon this battle. The Gigantamaxed Butterfree they were fighting wasn’t an ideal type matchup with a Torterra, but Lucas was already down for the count, and Vivi wouldn’t fair much better. Mlia curled her ribbons around Dax’s arm protectively, the Sylveon’s worried expression matching Dax’s internal fears. But the half-human wasn’t going to show how scared she was, not when Pangaea looked back on her like that with such fierce determination and trust. He’d do his best for his trainer, she knew, and Dax owed it to all of her Pokemon to be their pillar of stability and assurance. “We’ll be okay,” she said, partly to assure herself and partly to assure Mila. If only Dad were here...
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Xion and Morn had finally made it to the train. They had purchased legal tickets, boarded, and found an empty table to share. For two kids that were running away from home, they were being surprisingly well behaved on the train. Even Morn was more interested in her new Scorbunny than she was in being a brat.
That is. Until the ticket conductor came. He noticed their school uniforms and knew right away that they were escaping the boarding school.
“I’m going to have to send you both back..” He had started.
“No way in hell, mister!” Morn stood up and shouted, “We ain’t goin back, ye here? We’re payin’ customers’n we got tickets fair n square!”
“Uhhh these aren’t our uniforms! We stole them– oh wait.” Xion’s lie only dug their grave deeper. Really. He needed to learn that he was a horrid liar.
Ah, the Galar region! How long Dax had put off this trip, when really she shouldn’t have. There was so much to take in; the rolling green countryside, the fresh and crisp air, the conductor hassling two young kids- wait. Doing a double-take, Dax listened in to the conversation a bit more. They had purchased those tickets, so what if they were in uniform? Stealing them was clearly a lie - they fit the kids too well to be stolen.
The conductor stood firm, though, arms crossed and a deep-set frown on his face. Knowing it was now or never, Dax silently stood and made her way over. “There you two are!” she said with relief that was somewhat forced. “I looked all over the platform...” she turned to the conductor with a hand on Morn’s shoulder. “Thank you for finding them for me, sir, I didn’t think they were going to charge ahead and get their own seats.” Turning back to the kids, she gave them a stern look, but was sure to wink when the conductor wouldn’t see. “We’re going to have some stern words about this later.”
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It was a simple brush on the shoulder, one that normally would go unnoticed by any other normal human. But Dax was anything but a normal human. She stopped, brows furrowing as she sensed its- no, his presence. But that looked like a human... She turned, taking in the man she’d just bumped shoulders with (accidentally, with a muttered apology), and tilted her head. Looks could be deceiving. “Excuse me, sir, sorry to bother...” ... great, what was she supposed to say now? ‘You have a weird aura about you?’ That’d make her look crazy. Well, she already had bright red eyes and white hair, so she probably already looked like a fanatic... “... You just put off a weird aura, is all. Are you okay?”
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