Garden of the Divine

Indie Muliverse Multimuse Poke RP blog. Not very selective. Primarily based on game canon. Some of the art here is mine, and what isn't will be taken down at art owners' discretion.

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OOC: I’m back after nearly a year of hiatus. I’ve merged my two character blogs into one mutlimuse blog, so hopefully things will go swimmingly from here on out. No more hopping between accounts to rp. It will probably take me a bit to sort out tags, but for now this is more or less an open starter call. 

So yeah. Hit me up if you want to reconnect or maybe start a new thing. 

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@tellescope

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    ❝Yes, everything is fine.❞ And yet given his previous behavior that hasn’t entirely faded, this doesn’t quite ring true. But he won’t elaborate. He’s not going to bring another problem into the mix now. He won’t ruin what he’s finally got back, at least for now; a parent. ❝Must something be wrong for me to come see you?❞ A familiar smirk accompanies the words though quickly fades back to a regular smile. ❝I was not certain if you were awake,❞ He doesn’t mean asleep for the night, but that’s probably obvious. ❝but if so the plan was simply to spend time with you if you were willing.❞ A glance away, hesitation for but seconds before, ❝You may call me childish if you wish but I do not think anyone ever outgrows the desire for family.❞ On that note he really should stop procrastinating and speak with Palkia as well soon…     A shift in his seat, a gesture to the door. ❝I have an itinerary we can use if you care. I was not certain when or if this opportunity would come again.❞ And yet when crimson eyes follow his gesture to the exit it hits him, leaving will retrace the way he came. And there goes some of the life in his eyes once more. An awkward pause as he seems to freeze for several seconds before lowering his arm and looking away, choosing Arceus instead. Perhaps he can simply go from here to the Tower and then back to the mortal plane elsewhere? Cut out that wretched mountain? That might work. Best change things up, don’t make the issue obvious.❝What were you doing if you were not busy or sleeping?❞

His lips pursed, and Arceus shifted weight from one foot to the other. “No, nothing has to be wrong, but...” he stops himself. But what? He shakes his head, continuing on to the next topic. “I’d not call you childish for wanting to spend time with family. I just assume you and your brothers don’t need me or want to be around me unless you needed something, or if something was wrong.”

At the mention of an itinerary, he crosses his arms as his face falls into a frown, shifting to lean against the counter. That sounded... oddly professional? Impersonal. It didn’t sound like spending time, it sounded like a business proposal. Like he was going to be taken on a whirlwind tour of a probable investment and then asked to sign on the dotted line. But nonetheless, he’s curious. “I was just watching TV, nothing fancy. Taking a relaxed break day. I haven’t slept in centuries, Dialga. It’ll probably be a while before that happens again.”

The change in Dialga’s stature, the loss of the happiness in his gaze, none of it goes unnoticed. It aches in his heart that he can’t pin down what it is that troubles his son so. He wants to sit down, talk things out, but knows his son wouldn’t want to talk. He’d want to distract, to forget, to ignore the problem. But that’s not how you make problems go away. 

Shifting to stop leaning on the counter, Arceus was about to approach Dialga when the front door opened once again. More visitors? My, how popular he is today! In walks what appears to be a mortal girl, somewhere in her 20′s, white hair reaching floor length and red eyes bright. “I’m hoooome!” she calls with a giggle, and walks right up to Arceus, throwing her arms around him in a tight squeeze, which he readily returns. 

“Welcome home, little one,” Arceus greets, ruffling her hair and earning himself a dissatisfied huff from her in the process. “Go unpack your stuff, we’ll talk later tonight.” With the snap of his fingers, a third door materializes at the end of the hallway, conjured up from who knows where. She briefly regards Dialga with a thin smile, look to Arceus with raised eyebrows, and then walks off to the third room, presumably hers, closing the door behind her. 

Oh boy. Arceus has a feeling he has some explaining to do.

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@cerulean-volcano​:

“Well, that depends on if you want a normal name, or a name more befitting to what you are. If you want a normal name, I can offer something like Adam or Alex. But if you want a name that says “Cyndaquil” I can offer a name like Scorch or Charcoal.” He offered, though it was clear Karie probably wasn’t the best at offering names

“... Yeah, I think I’m just gonna stick with Mason.”

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@cerulean-volcano​:

“He doesn’t live with me yet, but I have a boyfriend I’m engaged to who drops by from time to time and stays the night with me, that won’t be a problem though for you. As for your name… Yeah I think a nickname might be better, visitors and customers more then likely will make heads turns. What name were you thinking by the way?” He asked

“I was actually hoping you’d have a few ideas... I’ve only ever gone by pseudonyms once, and it was poorly thought up. Called myself Mason when I initially introduced myself to Dax’s mother.” He offered a sheepish grin. “Got anything better?”

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@dimensionhoppinghybrids

“I can see that.” Joseph said with a bemused look.

The Umbreon looked at the human like Arceus with a interested and curious look. He looked him up and down, appraising him.

This Arceus would be able to see that Joseph was in the sense, a warrior. A fighter. It was the way he carried himself. It wasn’t a prideful stance, but one that had that simple self confidence.

“My father will be quite happy to hear that his work is getting so much praise. As for the blueprints. I don’t think you’ll get that. Even my father covets those like treasures.” He said with a soft shrug. “Something about a Engineers pride in his work.”

Arceus nodded. “I can respect that. It makes sense, after all, if you just give out your blueprints, then anyone can recreate your work. It’s why I don’t go out telling everyone the secrets of the universe.”

It was clear that this Arceus was not in top fighting condition, at least not in this form. He wasn’t pudgy in the slightest, but also wasn’t the most muscular either. Whatever muscle mass he possessed was clearly for show and not for use. He did carry himself with pride, though. Not a ‘holier than thou’ sort of pride, but the kind that said ‘I respect myself’. Above all, though, there was a kindness in his gaze, a look that projected acceptance and peace, an easy smile on his lips.

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@cerulean-volcano​ :

“Just speculation, but do you think another version of you may have just got tired with their responsibility and decided to stop? It might not make a lot of sense, but with how much someone like you does maybe it just ended up being too much for them and they wanted a new start in life?” He speculated.

“By the way, do you have a place to stay while you’re like that? I don’t doubt you’re survival abilities, but I can offer a roof over your head if you need one.”

“I suppose that makes sense, though I can’t exactly condone that kind of thinking. You generally shouldn’t start something you don’t intend on finishing.” At the mention of a place to stay, Arceus nodded his head. “I’d like a place to stay, if you don’t mind. At least until all this gets sorted out.” He paused, thinking. “You don’t happen to live with anyone, right? Would I need some sort of nickname while I’m like this? Going around calling myself Arceus is probably gonna turn some heads...”

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@team-destiny-rp​ : 

Once he got up, the team slowly backed away from the line of Beedrill.  Solaris would throw out Flame Bursts occasionally as a warning.

Once they were clear of the opening, the team relaxed.  “Alright, we got him.  Let’s go!”  Avett would call everyone around him as he pulled out the team’s badge.  He held it high and a bright light engulfed the entire group and teleported them back to Alstroemeria.

Avett gestured for the Cyndaquil, or in this case Arceus, to sit down.  He began applying bandages to the areas where the needles punctured his skin.

“Hey guys, this is that Arceus we met while in Hammerlocke.”  He said.  Everyone except for Beck gasped in awe.

“Arceus?  But isn’t he supposed to be… you know… big?”  Beck was as confused as everyone else.

“That’s a good point.  How did you get changed into a Cyndaquil and how did you end up all the way out here in the Flora Continent?”

He took a seat nearby, glad to get off his tiny feet and rest for a bit. “I’m not sure, I don’t remember much before you guys rescued me.” Come to think of it, what was he doing beforehand? Was it routine maintenance? Taking a break? Exploring around? Probably a little of everything, if he was being honest. 

“The most common explanation for this sort of thing is alternate timelines or universes with too many similarities interfering with each other. Lines start to blend. Sometimes people hop over the borders between universes unintentionally. My most pressing concern, though, is that I can’t use my powers. I’ve been trying to activate them to get me back to my proper body, but nothing’s been happening, clearly. I’m concerned about what will happen to the stability of the world with that big of a power vacuum.”

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@dimensionhoppinghybrids​ :

Joseph gave the human.. Arceus? Was he a human version of Arceus? Odd, but he had seen stranger things.

“Eeh. I wouldn’t really be able to tell you. My father made it.” He said as he showed his hand.

It was a sleek design. Not bulky, but it was certainly durable. It was a mix of metals, all of them magical in some way. One of the more easier ones to recognize was Mithril, and it was black in color, with blue looking runes and lights running across the seems where it came through.

His eye though was the same color as his natural one, and looked a bit more natural. In the center that acted like an iris was a gem. Was that a topaz? It looked to be. And it looked to be very well cut and shaped.

Without much in the way of asking permission, aside from a small hesitance, Arceus gently took the other’s hand, running his fingertips over the sleek metal. “This handiwork is truly impressive. I wish I could look at the blueprints...” His attention turned to Joseph’s face, when he noticed the eye, and squinted at it as if to get a better view, not really wanting to shove his face in the other’s nor touch the eye with his fingers. 

Finally, he seemed to come back to more sensible terms, and stepped back, letting the other go. “Sorry, I can get a little ahead of myself when it comes to the craftsmanship of others.”

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@refractment :

“Great. My boss is hanging around at the inn, so just follow me.” Terry beckoned Cyndaquil to follow him and made his way down the road. The inn was a small, white building with swanna wings built into the sides.

“Hey, boss,” Terry called once the door was open. “Can you come here for a second? Got something important.”

Off in the corner of the room, Nova rose to his feet and tromped over to the front door, head tilted.

[Aww, isn’t that a cute little cyndaquil!] A jubilant yellow ran through his mechanical parts. [Do you need help with something?]

“He’s a faller that I found in town. Can’t you sense ultra radiation?” Terry jerked his head in Cyndaquil’s direction.

Following the Lucario, the Cyndaquil stepped into the inn, looking around at the decorating. Then a Silvally stepped forwards, and the smaller Pokemon shifted his feet awkwardly. Introducing himself was either going to earn him weird stares or hostilities, and he wasn’t sure which was worse. Nonetheless, he should be kind and courteous. If these nice Pokemon offered to help him, then he really shouldn’t worry much.

“Nice to meet you! My name is Arceus, and I’m kinda lost. This isn’t my universe, but I’m pretty sure it’s nearby somewhere. I don’t have anything on me at the moment to pay you back with, but if you can get me home, I promise I can offer you anything you want.” In hindsight, that sounded super awkward and totally unbelievable, but he supposed it would have to do. 

[cerulean-volcano]

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“Actually, we’ve met once before. Up on the mountain, remember? It was a brief meeting.”

“On the mountains…? Oh! Is that you Arceus? I thought your voice sounded familiar. What happened to you though?”

[divinitysgarden]

“On the mountains…? Oh! Is that you Arceus? I thought your voice sounded familiar. What happened to you though?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Strangely enough, I have no clue how I got like this. It might be interference from some other universe or timeline, crossing into this one due to too many similarities... but that’s just a theory.”

“Though it does beg the question: what universe would I ever choose to take the form of a Cyndaquil? Nothing against your evolutionary line, but there’s responsibilities I have that can only be handled in my true form. What would prompt me, or another version of me, to abandon such responsibilities?”

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“Either way, greeting to you, my fellow Evolutionary line friend.”

“Actually, we’ve met once before. Up on the mountain, remember? It was a brief meeting.”

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Joseph wandered about. He had finally gotten a few upgrades, and he was getting used to his new cybernetics. They were still new, and so threw him off for a bit, and would do so for a while. But, with him being active, he would get used to them a lot more! Though he knew he was getting odd looks when he met others, understandably so.

One such odd look was from Arceus, but the look not from a place of fear. Rather, it was a place of interest. Whatever he had been doing at the time when he spotted Joseph was entirely forgotten, and instead he approached the upright Umbreon with little hesitance. “Excuse me, sir, but I was wondering...” oh gosh, how did he even explain his thoughts? “... sorry, this might seem rude, but I was curious about those cybernetics of yours. How do they work? Perhaps I should have opened with an introduction first, though. My name’s Arceus.”

[cerulean-volcano]

“Hmmm, is that a Cyndaquil that I spy.”

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“Yes, technically! Well, for now at least.”

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“I’m Terry.” He extended a paw, only to realize that a cyndaquil’s nubby forelegs wouldn’t shake well. Terry pulled his paw back, thinking on what Cyndaquil had told him. “Changed universes? Different bodies?” His aura feelers twitched. “Ah, you must be a faller, then!

“You’re in luck! I’m part of a team of interdimensional explorers. We work to help people who’ve been displaced between worlds.” He gave a thumb’s up at Cyndaquil. “I can take you back to my team’s leader and we can discuss your situation further if you want.”

What luck, then, that he’d run into interdimensional explorers. Though, one had to question how exactly the ‘interdimensional’ part was accomplished... but that could be discovered later. Right now, it didn’t matter much. All that mattered was getting back into his old body.

“Oh, yes! Yes please! I’d like to get back to my universe, and my real body.” The thought struck him, though - if he was here in this body, what became of his old body in the other world? Was it still there? Who was piloting it? All concerning questions that he had no answer to.

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        Yuuto shook his head, trying to quietly dismiss the apology. He felt like he should be more sorry to Arceus: It couldn’t be easy to hear that another ‘you’ was killed, even if they were such drastically different Pokemon.

     “Yes, thank you. I’m doing well. Mother was distraught at first, but told it was the best outcome.” She had also forbid her child from peeking at alternate timelines, telling Yuuto to appreciate his singular reality. It was the first time that Palkia had directly banned him from peering into other realities.

     “I’m sorry, because I can’t explain the specifics. Giratina took over, and I am told they are waiting for a Child of Arceus to appear? I don’t understand why there wasn’t already one.” But like a child, he was being kept in the dark. Yuuto found that frustrating, but accepted it for the time being.

     “… Regardless of my world. How is yours? You said you had a daughter?” Yuuto asked, “Who isn’t a Sacred Child?”

“It’s fine, I don’t need to know the specifics. It’s not my place to pry into others’ lives.” Lifting his cup again, he found it was empty, and proceeded to pour himself another cup, adding another round of sugar cubes. How they all fit without overfilling the cup was a mystery. 

“I’m not terribly versed in Sacred Children, so you’ll have to forgive me if what I describe is simply that. We don’t have that kind of inheritance system in my universe - inheritance is generally a title that can be bestowed upon biological relatives. Giratina was slated to be my heir, way back in the day when the universe was still forming. Before his banishment. Afterwards, he gained his own set of powers related to antimatter and the afterlife, and was permanently barred from inheriting my title. 

“My daughter, Dax, is biologically my child. I had her with a human woman named Carmen. As such, she’s very human-like, but with key differences. As I am able to change between a human and fully Pokemon form, she can change between a fully human and a hybrid form. She also already has all of my powers, and has had them from the moment of her birth. I’ve personally trained her on how to use them. Her lifespan is naturally elongated, and her rate of maturation greatly reduced. 

“She’s slated to take over the reigns, so to speak, when I feel like retiring, or feel she’s reached a point where she’s ready. I’ll surrender my title and my throne to her once that happens, and should anything happen to her, stars I hope they don’t, I’ll be able to reclaim my position.”

Finishing up what felt like a speech, he took another sip of tea. “Which now that I think about it, sounds a lot similar to what I know of your system. Minus the biological component.”

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At the mention of Hammerlocke, Avett was taken aback.  How did this Cyndaquil know of them?  His voice sounded a bit familiar as well.  Could this be…?

“Arceus?  Is that-?”

Avett was cut off by the sound of something buzzing nearby.  Suddenly, a dozen Beedrill surrounded the team.

“Uh, guys?  They don’t look too happy to see us.  What do we do here?”

“Get behind me!”  Solaris shouted.  He then shot a Flame Burst forward to dispel some of the Beedrill.  “We need to move now!”

“He’s right.  Can you walk?”  He asked, helping the Cyndaquil to his feet.

“Unf... maybe..?”

Getting to his feet, the Cyndaquil wobbled a bit, but managed to take a few steps. He maintained a grip on Avett, clearly needing support to walk. Though, the more he moved, the more the poison seemed to dispel from his system, having to move past the wounds where the Pecha Berry was applied moments before, though his pace remained slow. 

[tellescope]

                                         { @divinitysgarden } ~ { Dialga & Arceus }

     It’s been difficult letting go. For millennia now he’s carried some sort of anger toward Arceus. Some days it simmers beneath everything else, hardly noticeable if one isn’t looking for it. Some days it weighs hot and heavy in his chest, a burning need to vent it somehow. And some days if he isn’t careful it will melt him, leave him a puddle in his tower until he can center himself again. Ever since Giratina’s banishment it’s been there, only amplified by the Spear Pillar incident, but recently the cause of it all tore it all down.      It’s been difficult letting go but he knows he has to. He’s seen the other side now, understands their reasons. He may not agree but that is not for him to control. Ironic, that the Guardian of Time cannot hold back the inevitable. And so one day he picks himself up, manages to gather enough courage to hold back what’s left of his anger, and leaves the tower.      He’s got a destination in mind and makes a pit-stop beforehand. In part it’s to gather a gift. He’d never admit it but it’s also to stall the journey ahead. He would be perfectly content if he never had to see this mountaintop ever again. The echoes of days past seem to whisper on the wind and every time something catches his peripheral he swirls to confirm. It’s a pillar, not a person. Not Him. It’s the red of the sunset reflecting off his shiny coat, not glittering jewels. Not a chain. He’s fine.      And that is what he will tell the shrine hands when he makes it up the steps above the mountain, up to the Hall of Origin. Do not worry, he is fine. And yet when he makes it to the Master’s Wing, when Arceus inevitably opens the door, he will find his son rather out of sorts.

     His posture is perfect, an improvement from his first days in this form, and though he could easily fit here in his natural shape the gift in his hands is why he has kept the human form; a bag of poffins from the same shop as when the two first reconnected years ago. Arceus had liked them then. Something they had in common. Dialga was certain it would make a decent ice-breaker.      But he hadn’t accounted for the only entrance to the Hall being atop the Spear Pillar. Though his posture is perfect and his grip on the bag sound, his eyes betray him. Crimson lost in a distant gaze, not focused on anything at all. He will blink several times in an attempt to center himself but it only serves to highlight the oddity, as when he holds the bag out to his father his movements are incredibly stiff. If this were his first days in this form it would be understandable but Dialga is now well-practiced in maneuvering a human shape. Something is clearly wrong.      And yet he does not bring it up. This could potentially be his last day with his father. He can’t be certain as they are one of the few things always obscured when he looks into the future. So he shouldn’t spoil it. It’s been difficult letting go but he’s trying and bringing a different problem into the mix won’t help. ❝Good to see you awake.❞ This would have been a pointless endeavor otherwise. He does not mention the gift, figuring it obvious. Instead he continues with a question. ❝Are you busy?❞

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Arceus had opened the door, expecting a shrine hand or something of the sort, and was woefully unprepared when he came face to face with his own son. His eyes widened in surprise, but not the bad kind of surprise... more of a pleasant surprise. Unfortunately, the god wasn’t entirely decent at the moment, dressed only in a white bathrobe and some grey sweatpants, his hair loose and clearly unbrushed as it hung framing his face and draping onto his shoulders. He looked akin to a caveman. He would argue that today was his off day, his break day, so he didn’t have to get dressed if he doesn’t want to. Unshaven stubble covered most of his jaw, leading one to believe that he’d been on his ‘off day’ for perhaps a bit longer than a day...

His eyes focus on Dialga’s, and manage to catch the rapid blinking. His own eyes narrow just slightly. He can see the stiffness in Dialga’s posture, sense the tension in the air. Something’s amiss. 

“No, I’m not busy,” he responds, taking the offered gift with the hand that wasn’t holding the door open, revealing it to be clutching a TV remote as well. The sounds of some show playing in the background confirmed that this was true: Arceus had truly not been doing anything within the past few... minutes? Hours? Days? “Come on in.” Stepping aside, he gestures for Dialga to come inside the Master Suite, closing the door to his private chambers behind him. 

The inside of the Master Suite has never been quite the same between any two times Dialga’s been there. It was less of a room and more of a personal pocket dimension, much like the rest of the Hall. Today it took the form of a rather simple human apartment. Kitchen on the left, living room on the right, short hallway to the bathroom and bedroom in the back. The current backdrop behind the sliding glass panels on the far side of the living room was that of a small city currently in the middle of a rainstorm. Somewhere in Unova, perhaps. If Dialga was quick enough, he’d be able to catch a glimpse of the show Arceus was watching beforehand - a cartoon, something about gemstones - before the television was clicked off. 

The gift was set on the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, and the contents given a courtesy inspection. Wouldn’t want to seem rude not looking at the gift one was given before moving on to the next topic. Delighted to find sweet poffins inside, he wasted no time popping one into his mouth, and signaled he’d be right back with a raised pointer finger, before disappearing into the back bedroom to momentarily make himself more presentable. 

The sound of munching accompanied the sound of clothes rustling. Arceus returned moments later, still wearing the same grey sweatpants, but this time also wearing a white t-shirt, and having donned his usual white coat with the golden chain and spokes. His hair was also tied up this time, in the usual yellow hair tie, albeit still unbrushed. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting company today... Is everything alright?”