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#out of distortion #((I may as well?))#((shrug))#((feel free to IM me if you want to talk plotting))

griseousite:

“It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.” Joseph Campbell

Indie Scion/Herald theory centric Giratina written by PK.

Over two years of roleplay experience (mostly on platinumverity).

Mun is of age. Graphic content may or may not happen.

Thanks to the lovely Kei for the banner help!

#Self promo #((may as well-))

Munches on some popcorn while watching all this going on. She’s had eons to deal with the fact that her father has become a douchebag, and frankly she’s in no mood to get herself riled up about it today.

#ic #dash commentary #((I finally go on Pen's blog for the first time in about a week))#((aaaaa-))#open

((Friendly reminder that this is my faceclaim for younger (particularly pre-banishment) Pen.))

#((she was such a smol cinnamon roll before the banishment-))#out of distortion

“...Well, good grief. That was certainly unexpected. But not at all unwelcome.”

#((Pen gives her two cents on the curse getting lifted))#ic #open-ish #((I love how her muse just pops up at times-))

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— “Tomorrow’s my ‘birthday,’ isn’t it?”

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She’s just going to balance a goody bag (that she swiped from Lucas when he wasn’t looking) on Tempora’s head. She’s not one for celebrating the new year, but she understood Tempora liked it well enough.

#resurgamxextempora #((*jumps onto the sister's blog*))

“I can’t say I see what’s so special about another year coming and going.”

#ic #open #((Pen's being a grouch about New Year's))#((but she does spend most of her time in a world where years sorta blur together))

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#Distorted Sounds;#((makes a bullshit music tag for this blog))#((but THIS BELONGS ON HERE DAMMIT))

“I’d like to see him try.” Even if Cyrus was able to defeat her, there was still her Herald to consider. So long as he had that item...

#dash commentary #open #((also Lucas carries the Griseous Orb around with him-))#((I like to think it's extremely important to Pen and Lucas because Herald reasons))#((I need to think on this-))

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“Really? Who is your herald?”

griseousite

“I’m certain you can figure it out. After all, you just spoke with him about the subject of Heralds.”

#spatiilacerabis #((I'm going with this being set after Palkia asking Lucas stuff about Heralds))#((if that's alright?))

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“I wonder how many legendaries have heralds that they know of.”

griseousite

She just silently raises her hand.

#spatiilacerabis #((*sees this on Lucas*))#((*jumps onto Pen's blog*))

She’s just gonna watch this with a huge grin on her face.

#dash commentary #(('Arceus vs Cyrus?'))#(('yes front row seats please'))#((you can ignore me I'm-))#((Pen just reared her head when I saw this going on in Lucas' dashboard-))

((-rolls onto this blog-

Like for a starter~))

#out of distortion #((for some reason I want Pen to pester people))

She just munches on one of the Pokepuffs that Hibiki gave her earlier. She knew that appearing in her dragon form would be worth it. The fact that they were mint-flavored made it even better.

“Thank you for the food~”

#phoenixgoldenboy #((*throws you a starter on Pen*))#((because he gave her minty stuff))

Note

The story of how Pen got banished is anything but the story that most humans today would believe.

In her childhood, Giratina knew nothing but love. She had trouble controlling her antimatter ability, but Arceus always told her that she would get the hang of it. He would not have given her the ability to control antimatter if He did not think she could handle it.

Their relationship was the best, and it was clear that she was his favorite daughter.

However, one day Diazacul suddenly bit her arm. As the chaos started to spread up her arm, Arceus saw no choice but to throw her into the Distortion World. It broke His heart to do so, but He knew that she could handle it. If any of His children was strong enough to handle this, it would be her.

As Arceus expected, Pen survived the attack and did not succumb to the chaotic influence of her grandfather. Still, she was stuck in the Distortion World, and even tried to get out a few times. None of the attempts worked for very long.

It should be noted that this incident has an effect on her and her Heralds. A trait that is passed down from Herald to Herald is a sort of immunity from Chaos energy. That’s because Pen survived Diazacul’s attack with only a bite scar on her right arm. But that immunity only comes from knowledge; if someone knows they’re her Herald, they’re more likely to be immune.

Lucas, for example. Not only is he Giratina’s Herald, but he is also the Scion of Patience. Obviously this affects some of his Scion abilities (he can’t exactly purify Chaos if he has an immunity to it), but this does mean that his soul would be fantastically hard to corrupt. Not impossible to corrupt, but pretty damn close to impossible.

Only way that would happen easily was if he managed to find a way to corrupt himself, and he doesn’t plan on it anytime soon.

#headcanon #((basically an overview of Pen's banishment))#((and what that means for her and her Heralds))

Exile;

“No! Don’t! Please don’t throw me away! FATHEEEEERR!!”

How long had it been since that horrible event? To the young one it seemed like a bad nightmare. The only things telling her that this was reality were the burning pain in her arm and the void that surrounded her.

So different from the Hall of Origin.

She had given up trying to get out. The portal that placed her here disappeared as soon as she landed, and she couldn’t find any way back home. Because that’s where she should be; with Father and her siblings.

Why would Father do this to her? Did she do something wrong? But then, He would have told her about it and scold her before giving her a pat on the head, wouldn’t He?

He didn’t even heal the bite on her arm - it still burned with intense pain. That made her cry out again. It hurt! Everything hurt, and she just wanted it to stop-! Why did it hurt so much?

She collapsed eventually, the pain becoming too much for her. As her vision darkened, she still thought she could see her Father’s loving smile. Her siblings...and all the friends she had made, too.

I want to see them again! I don’t want to be alone!

And then...her mind went blank.

#headcanon #The Exile; Bitten by Chaos #((I'll explain things about the second half of this drabble))#mun writes #dcminusdeus #((BUT YEA))

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The Banishment of Giratina

“Father…help!”

Her cries rang throughout the Hall of Origin.

Terrified shrieks as the corruption spread further and further, as if to mock the Creator and prove to Him that He was, in fact, powerless in the face of His own Father.

Arceus had held her small arm, face carefully blank as He soothed the pain of the dark marks left behind by the bite of the Chaos Dragon. They were deep and angry in colour, but soon they started to blacken and over take His daughter’s arm. It snaked up, swirling around upon her delicate looking skin like a nebula of dark spots. As if someone had spilled ink on her and it flowed into every crack and wrinkle of her skin.

There was no other option left to Him.

Arceus could no longer stand it, watching it go further and further.

He could do no more.

He did not wish to let the others catch this affliction, either.

The Creator picked up His daughter, cradled her closely in his arms and sang to her gently. Giving her quiet reassurance that all would be well again. That she was strong and be able to fight this. Arceus had faith in Giratina. This was…this was what she was made for.

“All would be well…Giratina.”

That was a promise.

If not, then…He had failed in her making, in bringing her here…in being her Father.

Humming still, the Original One brought the pained Giratina to the outside of the Hall, just the edge of the pillar.

As if now sensing His intent, Giratina screamed and struggled as the God opened up a portal He had no summoned in ages. This portal was dark in colour and something dark flowed from it; the Distortion World, the resting place of Diazacul’s body. Everyone who was anyone knew what was there and only the truly wicked were punished with banishment.

Giratina screeched, clinging tightly to her Father.

“No, no, no,” her tiny voice rang through the air, nails leaving scratches upon the Creator’s skin as He pulled her away. Yet He ignored the sting of her claws as they tried to dig in and take hold. At arm’s length, Arceus looked upon His favourite daughter for what He knew would be the last time for a long time. Giratina, hew knew, should fight this, but it would only be possible in another world where she would not spread the infection.

And yet, for a split second, He faltered.

There had to be another way without cutting Giratina off from her family, from Him.

Arceus did not want to lose His daughter like this.

And yet, in the next second, He saw a vision of what she could turn into–

And He knew that this must be done.

“I love you, Giratina,” He told the hysterical girl. Giratina continued to beg him to let her stay, to not send her away. Don’t throw her away–

“Father, please!” she cried.

“I am so sorry, my child, but my will be done–”

And He threw her in.

Further and further away she went, arms out stretched and her screams echoing in the god’s ears.

And as He sealed the way once more, he fell to His knees.

His will was done.

And His daughter was banished, until she either won over her affliction or…

Bent over, Arceus stared at the ground as the first drops of rain fell from the Heavens.

Oh…oh, no. This was…

“Forgive me, Giratina.”

#Save;#((SCREAMS))#((I'M STILL SCREAMING OVER THIS))#gif warning #body horror tw #Banishment;

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