Where He makes Deals

Doubt's place for putting RP related materials with his various characters. Considering the character in question, don't come here thinking there isn't the possibility of having a 'Bad Time.'

[doubtfulrps]

You know what? Shut up, die, and everybody will be happy.

“Oh hoho ho ho ho, Oh Hohaha ho ho ho... Oh my.”  It turned its head and looked back, a smug satisfaction plastered onto his face.  “Wouldn’t that just be the sparkle on the star for you lot?  To be able to be rid of me, rid of your doubts so easily?  Just dispose of those things, right?”

A chair appeared there in the void for it, Doubt lounging back, carefree.  “Just remember, you lot question things because you doubt the truth, either because it isn’t or because you don’t know it is yet.  Because you all face the unknown with either fear or curiosity.”  It held up both arms, almost a shrug.  “I am simply capitalizing on that.”

“Oh.“  He held a claw to his chin, a mock look of thoughtfulness on his face.  “That is, of course, if I can be killed.  Think about it.  I manifest, manipulate, and use Doubt.  Either I came about to create it or a came about because of it.  Can I even die?  Will I just rise again when beaten back?”

“Go on.  Turn around and go back home.  You have nothing to gain here.”

[tuneweavers-deactivated20170530]

Tinnitus @ Roughspun: "Haven't seen you around." The large stallion looked the type, at least. One more party goer in the crowd, though far more tired looking. "It's the sounds that bring you here. Almost like the rest of us."

Roughspun had a rather comprehensive catalog of the faces that frequented the little hole-in-the-wall nightclubs that the dark stallion so loved to spend his nights at. This face, however, was entirely new. Even in the pulsating darkness among the many bobbing figures entranced by the thumping bass, Rough was absolutely, positively sure that this face was that of a stranger, and one who had not frequented this particular nightclub to boot. Naturally, however, a stranger is just an acquaintance waiting to be made, and Roughspun gave the rather fatigued-looking beige stallion a warm smile.

Rough had to strain his voice to be heard above the blaring electronic beats, but it was nothing out of the normal for him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around either, come to think of it! My names Roughspun, glad to meetcha.” 

His dimly glowing blue eyes quickly sized up the stallion standing in front of him, taking note in particular of his exhausted-looking, almost haunted stare. 

“I guess you could say I’m here for the sounds, but really it’s all the friendly faces having the time of their lives that draw me in. The music’s just what brings everyone together, y’know?”

[doubtfulrps]

He leaned a bit closer to Rough, trying to make himself easier to hear over the drumming of hooves and beat of bass.  Plus so many other conversations trying to get yelled out at the same time.  He didn’t yell, though.  “Tinnitus.  I have to give them that: There’s always another party around the bend.  Drinks.  Dancing.  Maybe a fight or two.”  There was a quality to his voice.  It was certainly raised in volume, but he didn’t have to strain as much to be heard clearly.  Just left a bit of ringing for a moment after he was done speaking.

“Though I have to admit a morbid part of me wonders what they would do without it.  What they would be without this to fill their lives.”

[doubtfulrps]

Nightmare: Honestly, i got bored. I've been doing this for a millennia. Also you seem to have been staring at something around me earlier. Perhaps you've noticed the shadows. *the shadows, which were before imperceptible suddenly form, seeming to want to form into something else, bird shaped, but lose shape when they try.*

“Ah, but you see, your boredom has its consequences, its effects.  You can have lasting effects on some of those you touch with your games.  Sometimes it helps to foster the seeds of fear that I can use later.”

He glanced back at the shadows, only momentarily.  “...No, I was paying attention to what my own projections were showing me.”  He raised a claw, a fresh mote formed and eventually expanded, showing the display of some world or another.

“Your shadows, frankly, are a minor curiosity at best.  What would be of more interest to me is why you seem to have invited yourself here.  Did Hope leave a sign on my door again saying ‘New Friends Apply’ again?”

[doubtfulrps]

Nightmare: Meh, I just spread fear through dreams. It's more of a hobby really. Along with fighting The Dreamer, my archnemisis. But I honestly think the term good is used way too often nowadays. My current residence is full of colorful small horses. It's a bit of a strain on the eyes. There's also that Rhyme fellow, can't quite figure him out.

“Just a hobby... Well, I suppose we all must have hobbies but - and I really have to ask - what sort of creature do you think yourself to be to choose such a path for yourself.”  Shadows formed as he made a wide, sweeping gesture with a claw that had been melded to his form.  There formed an illusion of a bed and its sleeper, a cloud for their dreams.  “You steal away their serene sleep and comfort of night for your own joy.  Even I have more reason for what I am...” he stated, the cloud being swept away, the figure jumping up in fright, and the whole little scene fading.

“No, please: Keep introducing yourself to others as a God of Nightmares.  I find it wonderfully contrarian,” He said, sweeping about and standing upright, coming up and around so that he was next to Nightmare’s head.  “Given time... I’m sure you’ll come to love the responsibility.  Though granted, from his short conversation,” he began to lean back on himself, giving Nightmare space again. “I’m not sure you are suited for godhood at all.”

“I mean, of all creatures to bug to deal with your need for conversation, you came to Doubt.  That sounds almost a little desperate.”

[doubtfulrps]

Cl4ckw3rk: Right sorry, I should probably use a form more suited to this. I don't really know what you prefer but I'll just use the one I use the most. *The creature shifts it's form into that of a human, with a black mask in the shape of a skull covering their face, a black hoodie and black pants* Nightmare: *he bows* Nightmare, god of nightmares, at your service. Though I don't quite like the god part, i see myself as more of an entity.

Doubt finally looked completely on this interloper who had come along, the motes the snake had been studying scattering and fading into the space around Him.  It stared in silence for a moment, as if it wasn’t just looking at Nightmare, but something around it.  A slight smile, a glowing crack formed on Doubt’s maw.  “And why is it that you don’t like the ‘God’ part.  Gods are powerful, mighty beings that have great command over their realms.  What wouldn’t want to be that?  Why is it that you just wish to be known as an ‘Entity?”

[doubtfulrps]

Cl4ckw3rkkk: I quite like what you are doing. planting seeds of doubt is quite an endeavor.

He looked over at… whatever it was, dismissively and coldly, just barely out of the corner of its eyes.  “It’s a simple enough endeavor.  Sophonts provide it such easy purchase, their minds wired for it really.”  His eyes shift back to their focus, staring into little motes glancing into many different places.  “It’s a defense mechanism, really.  I just highjack to process, twist it to my means.”

“But that tone, that way you speak… You enjoy that I do it…  So what does that make you, hmm?” His tail tip comes around and cups itself under the snake’s chin.  “Maybe you are simply cruel and enjoy any pain this causes others.  Perhaps this suits your plans, helps further your goals and needs.  Could even be both or neither, a creature who simply understands that such is the way of things and is happy to see due course taken…”

“You don’t strike me as the later, though.  So tell me, why come ‘all this way’ to tell me?”

[askthepokemonpc]

Open RP

Your muse walks into an empty room and sees Cosette sitting hunched in the center, the surrounding lighting is dim, yet they can see easily. Her body is completely still and doesn’t respond to their arrival. Your muse pauses a few paces in, and Cosette’s head whips around silently to stare them in the eyes. Something doesn’t feel right.

What does your muse do?

(These are not considered canon interactions, this is just for fun for the other procrastinators browsing the internet right now. Most people reblog with a response, but it’s totally fine if no one plays a long lol)

[doubtfulrps]

It felt as if the air wanted to have a weight or pressure to it.  The mismagius slowed as he entered the room, staring warily at the Sylveon.  Concern?  Distrust?  Those things he felt.  But there was no fear here.  Not yet, not from him.  Even when eyes locked.  Perhaps it was because he didn’t know he needed to be afraid yet.  There was, after all, no evidence that he should be scared.

“You.  What do you want?  Here of all places even.”

[destined-amnesiac]

Sparky: “Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

    Aura flinched a bit, an arm wrapped around her abdomen to prevent any further damage to be taken to that exact post. She kept one eye closed, trying to keep her other eye open, ignoring the stabbing pain from the attack. She hadn’t seen it coming and normally would have at least braced for it, but she caught from the side and as soon as she took notice she’d made the mistake of turning and took the blow full center instead.

    “You shouldn’t use..that kinda language.” the child muttered meekly. She treated the wound more as a nuisance than a physical pain that would probably leave normal eight year olds sobbing. Then again, she’d been through plenty of painful experiences, so this wasn’t one she’d count as ‘new’ or ‘shocking’. 

    “W-Where did you come from?” she offered softly, looking at the other Explorer with curiosity and caution. “I’ve only met other explorers by heading to their hideouts.. never through just colliding by chance.”

[doubtfulrps]

The Pokemon that seemed to have come to Aura’s rescue bent around and pawed the bags off his back, digging through them looking for the supplies he would need.  Items began getting set out: seeds, berries, and bandages.  He didn’t look grim or too worried, just focused.

“Your priorities are about as ugly as my language if you are that worried about what words I’m using.  Or maybe you’re not that hurt.”  The tone was teasing and light, friendly.  He got his supplies gathered up, gauss and all, on a sheet near the riolu.  “You got anything you need to finish here?  I can always use an Escape Orb and get you out now.  Otherwise, I can try to help you get through this.  I know some of you explorer types can get stubborn...”

He smiled softly at the question that Aurora asked.  “Heh... the Ol’ Man usually has me out on patrols for those who get lost or hurt around here.  I’m a shinx.  ...Eeeh, Sorta.  Got a little of that see-through vision thing.  Makes finding ‘Mons who need help a lot easier.”

It also made his job easier in some ways, simply looking through Aura’s arm to start building an idea of what the wound looked like.

[iamyourdoubt]

(shadowy-reito) Cross@Doubt: Hey Doubt... There's a question that's been burning in my mind, do you have any clue as to how beings such as ourselves came to be?

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[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“Numbers?” Cross asked as he flicked his ear. Those light things it was making looked pretty cool…. The feline reaaaached his paw out- He shook his head and tried to focus on what was being said, though was somewhat hard with how… distracting… the… pretty….. so pretty…

“Huh? Oh uh… I see, you do a… Process of elimination sort of thing. That’s so clever… Too bad I have to do it one at a time…” The reito sighed before perking up as he saw the tendrils, visibly tensing up.

“… Wait what? You… You have others to serve you? You have absolute control over them….? Wow that sounds…” He sat up and looked at the emote, eye to eye, “Just how…. Influential, Are you? 

[doubtfulrps]

He watched the Reito as it got distracted by the example in motion that the Emote had cast forth with a certain disdain.  That attention was his, not that of the paltry visual trick that he was playing with!  Just an example of the point!   These words were important, a culmination of much work!  He clenched a paw in like he was crushing something in it, all the motes of light suddenly flying together into one larger mote before bursting into light suddenly, gone in a flash.  Behind it was the slowly softening glare of a serpent.

“Pretty things are but moments in the air, Cross.  Rocks that have been shined and shaped by time and hands.  By forges and paint.  And all of them are just as fickle as those little stars.”

“As for influence…” he settled down again.  “I have a bit of a reach though… I’m curious.  Why only one?  Is that some limitation set by you or your power?”

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“Eh…? Oh it’s over?” Cross said with a flick of his tail, “I know that… ” He shook his head a bit and sighed, “Sorry, being a feline means I get distracted by pretty lights.”

“I… I am not powerful enough yet. Echo has more reach, but me? I’m still young by Voice standards.” The reito said as he wrapped his tail around himself, “… For a creature that is the embodiment of Doubt, you sure know how to put things into perspective, I mean with that talk about how beauty is limited and stuff.”

[doubtfulrps]

He gave the Reito a flat stare for a moment before pointing out a finger to one side, shining a red light where he was pointing and running it in front of the Reito all the way over to a wall, where he cut it off.  There was a lesson that could be taught here.  He just had to be seen if it was needed.  There was an answer there that Doubt just wouldn’t accept as an excuse.

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

The reito’s eyes widened as the emote made the light appear. He quickly looked up at Doubt before back at the light. “No don’t do it, don’t do it-” In typical feline fashion he reared up and got ready to pounce on it as all of his attention focused on it.

Like a frantic kitten, Cross chased after the dot and up the wall, looking around wildly to find where it had gone, despite it having disappeared. It took a minute for him to realize that though.

Cross whined and turned to the emote with a pout, “Whaaaat was that fooooor?”

[doubtfulrps]

Doubt circled about, looking the Reito over before looking back up to answer it.  “Do any of your elders fall for such simple solutions or is it just you?  Imagine what it would be like if you lost to someone or fell for something stupid because of that.  That was for a purpose.”

He turned about, claws clasped behind his back as he gave the Reito distance again.  “What are you going to do about it if one of these ‘Feline’ traits is used against you one of these days?  Just blame it on being related to those lesser creatures.  If I were trying to manipulate you, I’d happily reinforce such limiting thoughts.  But to be blunt, blaming it on nature can only go so far.  It’s easy to do.  Blame it on some ‘uncontrolable force.’  Then I don’t have to change that habit.”

“You’re a smart creature in a very large multiverse.  You’re going to need to act like it.”

[iamyourdoubt]

(shadowy-reito) Cross@Doubt: Hey Doubt... There's a question that's been burning in my mind, do you have any clue as to how beings such as ourselves came to be?

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[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“Numbers?” Cross asked as he flicked his ear. Those light things it was making looked pretty cool…. The feline reaaaached his paw out- He shook his head and tried to focus on what was being said, though was somewhat hard with how… distracting… the… pretty….. so pretty…

“Huh? Oh uh… I see, you do a… Process of elimination sort of thing. That’s so clever… Too bad I have to do it one at a time…” The reito sighed before perking up as he saw the tendrils, visibly tensing up.

“… Wait what? You… You have others to serve you? You have absolute control over them….? Wow that sounds…” He sat up and looked at the emote, eye to eye, “Just how…. Influential, Are you? 

[doubtfulrps]

He watched the Reito as it got distracted by the example in motion that the Emote had cast forth with a certain disdain.  That attention was his, not that of the paltry visual trick that he was playing with!  Just an example of the point!   These words were important, a culmination of much work!  He clenched a paw in like he was crushing something in it, all the motes of light suddenly flying together into one larger mote before bursting into light suddenly, gone in a flash.  Behind it was the slowly softening glare of a serpent.

“Pretty things are but moments in the air, Cross.  Rocks that have been shined and shaped by time and hands.  By forges and paint.  And all of them are just as fickle as those little stars.”

“As for influence…” he settled down again.  “I have a bit of a reach though… I’m curious.  Why only one?  Is that some limitation set by you or your power?”

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“Eh…? Oh it’s over?” Cross said with a flick of his tail, “I know that… ” He shook his head a bit and sighed, “Sorry, being a feline means I get distracted by pretty lights.”

“I… I am not powerful enough yet. Echo has more reach, but me? I’m still young by Voice standards.” The reito said as he wrapped his tail around himself, “… For a creature that is the embodiment of Doubt, you sure know how to put things into perspective, I mean with that talk about how beauty is limited and stuff.”

[doubtfulrps]

He gave the Reito a flat stare for a moment before pointing out a finger to one side, shining a red light where he was pointing and running it in front of the Reito all the way over to a wall, where he cut it off.  There was a lesson that could be taught here.  He just had to be seen if it was needed.  There was an answer there that Doubt just wouldn’t accept as an excuse.

[iamyourdoubt]

(shadowy-reito) Cross@Doubt: Hey Doubt... There's a question that's been burning in my mind, do you have any clue as to how beings such as ourselves came to be?

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[doubtfulrps]

That sort of brought Doubt back, blinking once as he looked over at Cross.  “What?  Oh, no.  No worries about that.  That was a mistake I made a very long time ago…  It’s a balance of trying to keep them going while discouraging them from expanding their horizons and ‘growing’ or taking a greater part in the world around them.  Those possibilities that could have been, those things they decided to never do get pruned off and that temporal energy is mine.  A dead target can’t ‘produce’ any more ‘potential.’  Sure, I get a large dump at that moment, but it pales compared to what a being can produce in a life time.”

It puts its hands together and lips its chops for show.  “My favorites are those who have both something to fear but have a strong will still.  Those who would never resort to completely giving up, taking that ‘final plunge.’  Those who will take as much abuse as you can throw at them.  They might grow past it eventually or grow numb to it but… The amount of power they create is incredibly satisfying.”

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“Ok, I’m glad to know you understand such things. Then again, you have been around a long time…” The feline said as he eased up and adjusted himself a bit, “Right, you get your food from getting them to do nothing…”

Cross couldn’t help but fidget a bit when it started talking about strong willed targets. The very thought of influencing one of them… Sort of excited the reito, just by how much he could gain by doing it. “Mmm… I long for the day I might be able to find and latch onto one like that. How do you get to those kinds of people?”

[doubtfulrps]

“I do it with patience and honestly… Numbers,” his paws played in the air again, little motes of light forming before him, coalescing into generic shapes of creatures both two legged and four.  “A world has so many people.  Of these,” he stated, a few lighting up, “a number of them have a great and mighty potential.  But they also tend to be the most resilient to guidance.  However, at our scale…”

These images shrunk down into little motes, dots of light of their respective colors.  Even further, to a collection of orbiting dots roughly representative of the populations of each around a larger mote.  Several sets of these now appeared.  “We work at a level where numbers work to our advantage.  So I send out little probing thoughts, little ideas to all of them and watch how they respond.  And then I sift through those responses and put more substantial effort towards those who seem the weakest.”

The lights played through this, little purple motes flying out to all, some of the ‘potential’ sparks dimming and changing to a more sickly color.  Followed by little tendrils.

“At the end of it all, it’s a matter of playing the numbers game and putting the effort towards where it’s most likely to pay off.  Of course, since then I’ve learned other tricks as well.  People are always seeking wishes so… You’ll have some who will be willing to pay with ‘service’ and the great thing about serving me is they can only do what I say they can, limiting them more so than they could have in any other way and givingme all of their future potential and having what they thought they wanted.  Several of my employees landed themselves contracts with me in that way.  For me, the cost of fulfilling their wish is far less than all the energy I harvest, even with giving them at least enough leeway to seem like normal people..”

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“Numbers?” Cross asked as he flicked his ear. Those light things it was making looked pretty cool…. The feline reaaaached his paw out- He shook his head and tried to focus on what was being said, though was somewhat hard with how… distracting… the… pretty….. so pretty…

“Huh? Oh uh… I see, you do a… Process of elimination sort of thing. That’s so clever… Too bad I have to do it one at a time…” The reito sighed before perking up as he saw the tendrils, visibly tensing up.

“… Wait what? You… You have others to serve you? You have absolute control over them….? Wow that sounds…” He sat up and looked at the emote, eye to eye, “Just how…. Influential, Are you? 

[doubtfulrps]

He watched the Reito as it got distracted by the example in motion that the Emote had cast forth with a certain disdain.  That attention was his, not that of the paltry visual trick that he was playing with!  Just an example of the point!   These words were important, a culmination of much work!  He clenched a paw in like he was crushing something in it, all the motes of light suddenly flying together into one larger mote before bursting into light suddenly, gone in a flash.  Behind it was the slowly softening glare of a serpent.

“Pretty things are but moments in the air, Cross.  Rocks that have been shined and shaped by time and hands.  By forges and paint.  And all of them are just as fickle as those little stars.”

“As for influence...” he settled down again.  “I have a bit of a reach though... I’m curious.  Why only one?  Is that some limitation set by you or your power?”

[iamyourdoubt]

(shadowy-reito) Cross@Doubt: Hey Doubt... There's a question that's been burning in my mind, do you have any clue as to how beings such as ourselves came to be?

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“…” The reito remained silent as the emote spoke of knowledge, every word was true… He supposed that may additionally be why he asked, so he might learn and have some form of advantage over this still mysterious entity. He certainly did come to understand it better now, at least.

“Right… It is always important to get to know our targets… Find what makes them tick, look for the chinks in their armor and apply pressure.” He said as he eyed the shadowy being cautiously, “I hope you don’t just drink up all of that food when you manage it, sucking your prey dry isn’t a good way of going about things, I like to think.”

[doubtfulrps]

That sort of brought Doubt back, blinking once as he looked over at Cross.  “What?  Oh, no.  No worries about that.  That was a mistake I made a very long time ago…  It’s a balance of trying to keep them going while discouraging them from expanding their horizons and ‘growing’ or taking a greater part in the world around them.  Those possibilities that could have been, those things they decided to never do get pruned off and that temporal energy is mine.  A dead target can’t ‘produce’ any more ‘potential.’  Sure, I get a large dump at that moment, but it pales compared to what a being can produce in a life time.”

It puts its hands together and lips its chops for show.  “My favorites are those who have both something to fear but have a strong will still.  Those who would never resort to completely giving up, taking that ‘final plunge.’  Those who will take as much abuse as you can throw at them.  They might grow past it eventually or grow numb to it but… The amount of power they create is incredibly satisfying.”

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“Ok, I’m glad to know you understand such things. Then again, you have been around a long time…” The feline said as he eased up and adjusted himself a bit, “Right, you get your food from getting them to do nothing…”

Cross couldn’t help but fidget a bit when it started talking about strong willed targets. The very thought of influencing one of them… Sort of excited the reito, just by how much he could gain by doing it. “Mmm… I long for the day I might be able to find and latch onto one like that. How do you get to those kinds of people?”

[doubtfulrps]

“I do it with patience and honestly... Numbers,” his paws played in the air again, little motes of light forming before him, coalescing into generic shapes of creatures both two legged and four.  “A world has so many people.  Of these,” he stated, a few lighting up, “a number of them have a great and mighty potential.  But they also tend to be the most resilient to guidance.  However, at our scale...”

These images shrunk down into little motes, dots of light of their respective colors.  Even further, to a collection of orbiting dots roughly representative of the populations of each around a larger mote.  Several sets of these now appeared.  “We work at a level where numbers work to our advantage.  So I send out little probing thoughts, little ideas to all of them and watch how they respond.  And then I sift through those responses and put more substantial effort towards those who seem the weakest.”

The lights played through this, little purple motes flying out to all, some of the ‘potential’ sparks dimming and changing to a more sickly color.  Followed by little tendrils.

“At the end of it all, it’s a matter of playing the numbers game and putting the effort towards where it’s most likely to pay off.  Of course, since then I’ve learned other tricks as well.  People are always seeking wishes so... You’ll have some who will be willing to pay with ‘service’ and the great thing about serving me is they can only do what I say they can, limiting them more so than they could have in any other way and giving me all of their future potential and having what they thought they wanted.  Several of my employees landed themselves contracts with me in that way.  For me, the cost of fulfilling their wish is far less than all the energy I harvest, even with giving them at least enough leeway to seem like normal people..”

[iamyourdoubt]

(shadowy-reito) Cross@Doubt: Hey Doubt... There's a question that's been burning in my mind, do you have any clue as to how beings such as ourselves came to be?

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[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“… Huh, I really should ask her about that.” Cross said, “Can’t be a coincidence she happened to be named after what she’d become…”

“Oh uh… You see…” Why did he ask in the first place? The reito needed to come up with a good reason…

“I uhm… I was curious, is all. Learning about you and the other emotes got me intrigued, cuz I originally thought only the Voices existed to fill the role that we have.”

[doubtfulrps]

“Knowledge is a powerful asset,” the emote stated, not really seeming like it needed a ‘good reason’ for the question from Cross.  Or was happy enough to admit that ‘Curiosity’ was a good reason.  “It gives you power over a situation.  It keeps others from having power over you for your ignorance and gives power over those who are.  Even those who think they understand themselves.”

“It can sometimes be the difference between simply discouraging someone or turning them into an emotional wreck.”  His face darkened as he talked about this, the smile turning into a wicked, bright crack.  “There is so much more for me in the later… so much… Energy.”  His focus seemed to wane for a moment as he pictured this or perhaps shift else wise.  Could it breathe he would have probably been taking shallow, calm breaths like a tiger in the moments before a strike.  “It bleeds from them like a seeping wound.”

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“…” The reito remained silent as the emote spoke of knowledge, every word was true… He supposed that may additionally be why he asked, so he might learn and have some form of advantage over this still mysterious entity. He certainly did come to understand it better now, at least.

“Right… It is always important to get to know our targets… Find what makes them tick, look for the chinks in their armor and apply pressure.” He said as he eyed the shadowy being cautiously, “I hope you don’t just drink up all of that food when you manage it, sucking your prey dry isn’t a good way of going about things, I like to think.”

[doubtfulrps]

That sort of brought Doubt back, blinking once as he looked over at Cross.  “What?  Oh, no.  No worries about that.  That was a mistake I made a very long time ago...  It’s a balance of trying to keep them going while discouraging them from expanding their horizons and ‘growing’ or taking a greater part in the world around them.  Those possibilities that could have been, those things they decided to never do get pruned off and that temporal energy is mine.  A dead target can’t ‘produce’ any more ‘potential.’  Sure, I get a large dump at that moment, but it pales compared to what a being can produce in a life time.”

It puts its hands together and lips its chops for show.  “My favorites are those who have both something to fear but have a strong will still.  Those who would never resort to completely giving up, taking that ‘final plunge.’  Those who will take as much abuse as you can throw at them.  They might grow past it eventually or grow numb to it but... The amount of power they create is incredibly satisfying.”

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[doubtfulrps]

“I came from a place nearby,” she says, motioning in a direction.  “There’s a place pokemon live around here.  I don’t remember the name of it, some sort of town.  I live near it!  In my nest!  I collect things and make stuff with it!”

She rubs a leg under her mandibles for a moment.  She looked at the riolu, then the space around them, hopping to turn left and right to do so.  “Say... What are you doing out here anyway?  Did you come from another town?  That’s an awful far way to come.  Especially all alone.”

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(shadowy-reito) Cross@Doubt: Hey Doubt... There's a question that's been burning in my mind, do you have any clue as to how beings such as ourselves came to be?

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[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

So if this guy really was the biggest… Well, at least he was on good terms with it so far.

 “Looks like not knowing is making him “Doubt” himself.” The reito thought with a snicker before looking up at the emote, hoping he didn’t notice.

“I see… Yeah, you haven’t really had much to observe besides me. I suppose that’ll change though when you meet Echo.” Cross mused.

“Why… You know, I think the why is because, why not? I think we Voices might have been one of those things that were like, thrown at the wall to see what sticks. I think we stuck.”

[doubtfulrps]

“Echo.  I assume another of your kind.  Aptly named.  I wonder if it’s like some of the species with subtle powers of divination.  Name their young something close to what they will be talented with when older.”

The emote nodded shortly, but focused back on the reito with a retort.  “Which still means something could have been doing the throwing.”

“But that’s not something we can either determine or need to at the moment.  Now to sate my own curiosity: Why the interest in this subject?”

[ask-a-shadowy-reito]

“… Huh, I really should ask her about that.” Cross said, “Can’t be a coincidence she happened to be named after what she’d become…”

“Oh uh… You see…” Why did he ask in the first place? The reito needed to come up with a good reason…

“I uhm… I was curious, is all. Learning about you and the other emotes got me intrigued, cuz I originally thought only the Voices existed to fill the role that we have.”

[doubtfulrps]

“Knowledge is a powerful asset,” the emote stated, not really seeming like it needed a ‘good reason’ for the question from Cross.  Or was happy enough to admit that ‘Curiosity’ was a good reason.  “It gives you power over a situation.  It keeps others from having power over you for your ignorance and gives power over those who are.  Even those who think they understand themselves.”

“It can sometimes be the difference between simply discouraging someone or turning them into an emotional wreck.”  His face darkened as he talked about this, the smile turning into a wicked, bright crack.  “There is so much more for me in the later... so much... Energy.”  His focus seemed to wane for a moment as he pictured this or perhaps shift else wise.  Could it breathe he would have probably been taking shallow, calm breaths like a tiger in the moments before a strike.  “It bleeds from them like a seeping wound.”

[destined-amnesiac-archive-deact]

NIlam@Aura: *Odds are she had been distracted by some feather or other 'shiny' before Aura started yelling.* "aaaAAAAAAAAAA WHY ARE WE YELLING WHAT IS GOING ON AAAAAAA!" *This is much louder to Nilam then it probably is to Aura.*

    The sound of the Joltik caused Aura to jump with even more force than the first time. She collapsed to her lower back, quickly shuffling to sit herself up enough to stare at the source of the- rather soft- yelling. The child’s eyes widened in shock at the Pokemon before her.

    “D-Did you just t-talk?!” the Riolu yipped in shock, trying to scramble into the sitting position as she stared down the Joltik. (I guess that’s not actually a surprise.)

   (I am technically a Pokemon right now, aren’t I? So I guess it’d be normal to understand them…) the child shuffled a bit, sitting on her legs as she tried to bring herself to a more calm state.

    “W-Who are you?” her voice came out timid and cracked.

[doubtfulrps]

The Joltik had its little forelegs raised up in the air and was still going after a moment while it registered with her that the screaming had ended “AAAAaaaa... Oh. Well... What?”  All of her eyes narrowed a bit at the Riolu for a moment, scrutinizing it for a moment.

“What do you mean ‘did I just talk?’” she stated, looking a little more annoyed now. “What is it with you bigger Pokemon thinking of us littler ones like that!  Of course I can talk!” She said turning with a huff, crossing her front legs in a haughty matter.

She looked back at her after a moment when asked about ‘who,’ the joltik slowly forgetting what she was annoyed about before.  “Oh?  Oh!  I’m Nilam!  What’s your name!?”  The little joltik was nearly dancing happy again by the time she finished asking the Riolu’s name.

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[doubtfulrps]

“Chain and bound and run around; Ashes and his charge abound.”

“To and fro and struck so low; Wishes that he got to go.”

He settled himself down, hovering close to the earth again, its eyes narrowing gleefully at the Dusknoir.  “Xerneas makes Pokemon agree to such fun promises.  But those don’t seem to change people.  Prideful, wanting that power back.  It’s like you underestimate that god.”  A sleeve gestured out, pointing to where the Mew on the other side was.  “Do you really think Xerneas will ever free you from this task?  Here, you’ll never cause him trouble again.  Otherwise…  Burn them down and cast the flame; turn that fear back into fame.”

The Mismagius scooted closer, waving his arm slowly past the Dusknoir like presenting him to an unseen audience.  “This is what he is folks, for you all to see.  Within lies waiting a terror to be”  He floated off again quickly, its laughter following it.  Its work was done.

“Mayhaps I’ll see you both again!  It would be fun!  I’ll have to write about you Zech, I love such legends!  One more fo the books!”

[doubtfulrps]

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