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A sense of relief washed over them as they sank back. The smile that spread across their lips. "Was it that obvious?" Of course it was. They took in Larimar's gaze with a steady one. "I may have relapsed into an old habit of mine. First impressions are important, as they say, and I would prefer not to ruin them." Fi gave Hermes a gentle stroke as Dartix preened at the acknowledgement.
It seemed to be a habit to move and clasp their hands behind their back in front of a figurehead as important as hers. But they loosened their stance, their hands placed in front of them, almost nonchalant, as if not a bit stiff in their posture. It is not as easy to shift in front of her stature, but they were trying.
"I am proud someone like you understands—these legends. Our history is not something that should fade away into obscurity. It is something we should embrace, guide us, if we find ourselves led astray." They began to frown, their gaze straying. "Others tend to erase what we have caused, create a new narrative in which they are portrayed as the saviors when they are in fact the villains. Legendaries and humans alike have been victims of such corruption, and it is quite shameful," they said, their voice becoming disgusted in the end.
"I have witnessed firsthand the damage this has caused. Maybe it is what motivated me in the first place." They fixed their gaze on her, eyes curious. "I may be a bit biased by this, but Lugias were the first to capture my attention," they chuckled, not the least bit ashamed. "Our historic records of them date back to ancient times, but are quite hidden. You are an elusive bunch, but there are a rare few who are unapologetically forces of nature. Like the Storm Lord I mentioned before."
They became thoughtful, placing a hand under their chin. "But they are also painted in such a negative light. I want to fix that. Not only for Lugias, but for others as well. But it is a process. Just as I hope for your realm and your people, that you can spread legends of hope and joy. Your disaster is… only what you make of it. You lived, you prosper. You are survived, and now you write a new chapter in what would be a brighter future, yes?"
They paused. "…Ahaha, this is awfully poetic." They scratched the back of their head. "Perhaps I hope you will share with me what that story will be someday. It's something I wish I could show a child of mine. She's out of sorts. I'm sure it'll help her."
“Aye, first impressions can be a big thing, ‘specially with legends like I. A shame some seem to worry so much about them here though, where we are all meant to be relaxing and mingling as equals. The only ones you should be worrying about with first impressions here are the Magi, and the hosts of this event of course. Gotta be respectful to the ones whose homes you’re visiting.”
Larimar nodded in agreement with Fi’s words when they discussed history and the ways it's manipulated, understanding deep and true. “It’s a damn tragedy that some try to erase their history, to cover it up out of shame or greed. To learn about our pasts is a great duty, privilege, and joy, so that we may never repeat the mistakes of our ancestors. Erasing history, well, that's a one way street into repeating the cycles which caused so much suffering in the first place. If anyone, legend or mortal, tries to pull that shit, they’ll be getting a good thrashing from me,” she said, voice growing stern at the end.
Her head tilted in curiosity at Fi’s statements regarding Lugias, curious. It seemed to line up with what she’d heard of Lugias before The Shattering, scarce as their records may be. It also lined up with her and her duties as well, albeit to a lesser extent. Her mouth curved up into a mischievous smile, saying, “Hohoho, it seems we’re quite the tricky group no matter the realm! Ah, causing some chaos and confusion can be fun, but not at the cost of others' well being,” her joking voice became more genuine, “It’s a damn shame how Lugias are portrayed in your realm, but I’m sure with people like you around? Things’ll get better, one step at a time. It won't always be easy, by the skies and seas do I know that, but just like how we’ve overcome our disaster, so too will you move towards a better, brighter future. And we’ll do it together.”
“No shame in being a little poetic about these things, it adds a little spice to life don’t ya think? My wife is particularly fond of speaking like that too, haha! Chatting with ya has been a real pleasure, and I’ll be sure to visit ya again, if you don't mind that is. I’d also be happy to give your little one a boost in morale. Things can be tough, and having that reassurance, that things can and do get better? It can go a long way.”
Fi gave her a kind smile, touched by her words. She was more approachable than they could ever imagine. It made them a tad hopeful of the future. Maybe other Lugias would be the same. Other than the Storm Lord, of course.
"I would be honored. My little one… She is a little shy. I believe a face-to-face would be better in her case but I'm afraid she has to muster up the courage."
They seemed to pause, a strange look in their eyes. Their expression shifted, one of intense thought before becoming sad. This happened in mere seconds, their smile becoming weaker. "Much more courage than I thought," they muttered to themselves. "Excuse that, it was an idle train of thought," they said smoothly.
"I want to coordinate this meeting someday in the future. I am not… too busy," they said slowly, pondering their schedule. "And you are from an entirely different plane as well… how does that work?" They muttered. "Are you from one beyond the Wormholes I take it? I wasn't here when Alola had its fair share of troubles but every researcher worth their salt has heard of the Ultra Wormhole phenomenon that had taken place."
Since then, they had closed, the beasts capable of traversing them vanishing from sight. A blessing in disguise because there was no telling what was beyond there.
They shrugged. "Whatever means you want to do to so, I will leave myself available for it and try to encourage my little one to come along as well."
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His anger receded; in its place was a sinking feeling in his gut. He took no pleasure in watching this Altaria cower before his very sight. The fear in Zephyr's eyes was very real. Zhen's feathers stood up on ends, like fine hairs he wanted to smooth down into place.
Still he wanted to instill a lesson in this Altaria, fighting against the reluvsion that was rising to the fore. His expression became a harsh line. His wings flared out, obscuring them from view. It was only Zhen and Zephyr in this tiny world. "You should really watch what you say. What if you pissed off this god you're so scared of? You probably wouldn't be left standing. Just dust in the wind if they had any mercy," he said bleakly. "But I'm giving you a chance because you're some kid who doesn't know any better."
His gaze pinned down Zephyr, radiant, glowing with power. "I see you for what you are. Greedy. Prideful. Spoiled rotten to the core. Some ruler who hasn't been humbled. You parade around like you're the star of the show. Like they" -his eyes flickered to the Magi's lights flittering around, bestowing those respectful of the rules with flowers- "owed you something because you simply held your wing out. Like you deserved it."
I been watching. Who else do you think has been doing the same? You're just lucky you haven't pissed them off enough to be a smear in the sand." The same sand seemed to heat up beneath his talons, raising between them. "I'm tired of Pokemon like you." There's a hidden undercurrent behind his tone. Like he wasn't talking about Zephyr. "You all act the same. If you don't change your act, you'll be dead as they are too."
Abruptly, Zhen spread his wings, allowing distance between him and Zephyr. His head turned sharply, his eyes averted. "Now get the hell out of here."
He felt guilty and disgusted, and he shoved that feeling away, keeping his face firmly turned away from Altaria.
*Zephyr, with a rather confident air to him, strutted up to Zhen. This was one of those hu-man creatures he had seen a couple of times during the event. However, something felt...off. He couldn't quite explain it. *
Zephyr: You. You're one of those...hu-mans, right? Gods, I've never seen creatures like you before and yet here you are, turning up at an event like this. What actually are you? Like, what is it that a hu-man is? I have the feeling you're a normal type as you radiate the same blandness as one and yet I can't quite put my wingtip on it. And your outfit. How...marvellous. Who chose it for you? Because, by the way you're dressed, you remind me a lot of my servants back home. Does someone own you?
Zhen drummed his fingers against his thigh, anything to refrain himself from throttling the Altaria's spindly neck.
Zephyr sounded wholly full of himself. Pompous, arrogant. "Did your parents ever teach you how to talk to someone properly?" Zhen quirked a brow; his eyes, obscured by the shades, assessed the Altaria before his eyes shifted towards his shadow. His Ho-oh visage was still contained within. Was the Altaria blind or stupid?
Both. He kept his thoughts to himself, resting his elbow on his thigh, propping his chin with a hand as he smirked. "Oh, you think I'm a normal type? Bland, even? But you have the nerve to mock my fit in front of my face." He could hear the condescending tone; nothing that came out of Zephyr's beak was remotely truthful. Full of empty platitudes and lies. "I chose it myself," he said sweetly. "Did one of those servants give you that tacky crown on your head? You can't even dress yourself for the occasion, huh?"
What is wrong with me? Normally, he would have let things lie and ignored the pest in the room—stooping to Zeyphr's level was beneath him. But something about this Altaria was… wrong. Disgusting. "I wish I had balls like you. Mocking a god without a care in the world. Aren't you afraid of what they might do to you?"
His voice became flat. "You're as ugly as they come. You're just like them," he hissed. There wasn't a single day Zhen had forgotten the greed contained in the crazed eyes of the Tower monks. Sick in the head and heart. Covetous of his power and strength.
Take. Take. Take.
Until-
Zhen gritted his teeth. He propped his sunglasses upon his forehead, giving Zephyr a hard look. The gold in his gaze, a blistering flame as they seared, his voice taking on an ominous tone, "I know exactly how your type works. You'd better keep your beak shut before you lose it."
Flames erupted around his figure, altering, engulfing him. The flames scattered in a burst, his golden wings shimmering as he took on his true forme.
The golden Ho-oh of Johto.
His talon stomped merely inches away Zephyr, his point clear. "I am no one's damn pet." He leaned in close, his hot breath oppressive, threatening to singe. "Remember your place in the pecking order. You are beneath me, lower than those servants you been running your beak about. Never forget that."
Lucian@Nat: After firing a reassuring text from his phone, he peered up at Umbra's insistent paw on his face. Seeing the familiar face, Lucian rushed over with a bright smile. "Hey!" Extending a hand, he grinned, "I never thought I would see you here. How was it after the battle? Sinnoh that is? I haven't been there yet myself but maybe someday. What are your next plans? Maybe you should come out to Johto..." He pauses, remembering the numerous amount of dragon types. "I know you would love Blackthorn...," he mutters.
[Nat reaches for the extended hand with his usual grin, laughing a bit afterwards.]
Good to see you, yeah! I actually live out here, not Alola. I think you can see why I kinda... lie about it around others. Things were... a bit washy, admittedly, but everything is fine now. Result justifies the means type of thing, in a way.
[He still seemed to dance around about what happened in the tournament, both from not fully remembering but also not wanting to remember the altercation that came. His expression lifted at the mention of Blackthorn however, grinning once again.]
That's actually the plan! Actually pretty soon, like after-this-party soon hehe. I've been instructed to wait until the final snow of the season to go on over there to start training for my Dragon Master title, to give the team as much time to adjust to the colder temps as possible.
If I got the time, that means you'll be seeing me around! I've been scoping out places I want to explore if I get the downtime. Cherrygrove, Cianwood, and Goldenrod are on my list to hit for sure. With Kanto only a train ride over too, I want to take a look around if I can in that area too!
Lucian frowned slightly, his green eyes dimming a tad. "I get it." It wasn't his place to pry. He had his own personal ordeals he would rather not discuss as well. Lucian wasn't one to divulge about himself unless asked. And very few were in the trust department to speak of the darker ones.
Idly rubbing the bandages chafing around his arms, he listened quietly.
It wasn't until Umbra's paw swatted at his hand that he realized he had aggravated the wounds.
However, hearing that Nat was planning a visit, his spirits lifted, and his eyes lit up.
"Then you must be meeting with Clair?" There wasn't anyone who didn't know about the Dragon Master of Blackthorn. "That's the highest honor. She rarely lets anyone in Dragon's Den these days. She kicked me out for sneaking in there once." He shook his head, his eyes dancing with delight. "I was a dumb kid back then. She said I was lucky the rest of them didn't get me for entering their territory. Seeing how Shiho is now, I think my grasp of dragon types has gotten better, but…" He shrugged helplessly. "I'm not the best when it comes to them."
Between Shiho's possessiveness and hoarding, it was a hassle at times. But he loved her all the same.
"I definitely suggest you take a look at Goldenrod first. Saving it for the end of your trip would only leave you wanting more. Olivine is also a good spot as well, I was just there recently. It's where most of the region's imports travel through, making it pretty diverse."
He smiled fondly. "I'll definitely catch you around the region. If you want me to tell you some secret areas, don't be afraid to call me up. I'll be stuck there soon. I need to tie up some loose ends before I go anywhere. Nothing too big," he said nonchalantly.
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A sense of relief washed over them as they sank back. The smile that spread across their lips. "Was it that obvious?" Of course it was. They took in Larimar's gaze with a steady one. "I may have relapsed into an old habit of mine. First impressions are important, as they say, and I would prefer not to ruin them." Fi gave Hermes a gentle stroke as Dartix preened at the acknowledgement.
It seemed to be a habit to move and clasp their hands behind their back in front of a figurehead as important as hers. But they loosened their stance, their hands placed in front of them, almost nonchalant, as if not a bit stiff in their posture. It is not as easy to shift in front of her stature, but they were trying.
"I am proud someone like you understands—these legends. Our history is not something that should fade away into obscurity. It is something we should embrace, guide us, if we find ourselves led astray." They began to frown, their gaze straying. "Others tend to erase what we have caused, create a new narrative in which they are portrayed as the saviors when they are in fact the villains. Legendaries and humans alike have been victims of such corruption, and it is quite shameful," they said, their voice becoming disgusted in the end.
"I have witnessed firsthand the damage this has caused. Maybe it is what motivated me in the first place." They fixed their gaze on her, eyes curious. "I may be a bit biased by this, but Lugias were the first to capture my attention," they chuckled, not the least bit ashamed. "Our historic records of them date back to ancient times, but are quite hidden. You are an elusive bunch, but there are a rare few who are unapologetically forces of nature. Like the Storm Lord I mentioned before."
They became thoughtful, placing a hand under their chin. "But they are also painted in such a negative light. I want to fix that. Not only for Lugias, but for others as well. But it is a process. Just as I hope for your realm and your people, that you can spread legends of hope and joy. Your disaster is… only what you make of it. You lived, you prosper. You are survived, and now you write a new chapter in what would be a brighter future, yes?"
They paused. "…Ahaha, this is awfully poetic." They scratched the back of their head. "Perhaps I hope you will share with me what that story will be someday. It's something I wish I could show a child of mine. She's out of sorts. I'm sure it'll help her."
(@askthewhiterocket) "A fellow Unova native!" Kyo said as she approached Finnian. "If you don't mind my asking, where are you originally from? I was born and raised in Driftveil."
Finnian paused in the act of observing, peering from the corner of their eye. A slight smile at the newcomer, their hand already extending to greet them. "Driftveil?" They cocked their head, their eyes briefly squinting, trying to work out if she had an accent.
"Nimbasa is where I grew up. The entertainment center was perfect for my father and his work. Where I actually came from... Well, it's Kalos, but that region wasn't quite kind to me. I would rather not talk about it," they said politely.
The light from the firepit reflected on an ornament, catching their eye. Sweat broke out on the back of their neck at the sight of R insignia on Kyo's bracelet. It was... different, blue even, but still invoked the same feeling, shining in their eyes.
"A-Ah." They refocused on Kyo with a weak smile, hardly missing a beat. "What is your reason for coming here? I was invited to chaperone my former student, but you seem more at ease here than I am. I take it you've been here before?"
Umbra doesn't talk much.
She quietly observes.
She watches.
Her expressions are unreadable, except when Zhen intrudes on her trainer's reunion with his peer.
Her eyes narrow with scrutiny, her nostrils flaring. She recognizes the scent wafting off of him, claws gnarling into the wood.
She will gouge his eyes out this time should anything happen.
That was a promise.
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As Nat went on about his extensive family, Fi maintained a small smile throughout but it didn't quite connect with their eyes. A flicker of melancholy appeared in them, wistful even. With a hand splayed over their chest, over their heart, they said quietly, “That's quite the extensive family you have there. You're quite lucky to have the connections, folks to lean on.
"Truth be told, my family tree comes from the likes of Kalos but that is as much as I know. I am adopted but my adoptive parents are kind ones.” Fi spoke as if they were stating it as a matter of fact but the affection in their tone was clear. “Normal as well if I had to say. My mother is a librarian and my father is a musician.”
That smile of theirs finally reached their eyes as they spoke with fondness. It was a childhood full of whimsy. They always enjoyed the fleeting dances their parents spontaneously broke into. Full of energy and joy.
“I have lived the majority of my life in Unova, Nimbasa if that is familiar to you, before I traveled to see other regions. Unova was becoming stifling for me.” It was until they saw Skyla when they realized being grounded in one place wasn't it for them.
There was a twinge of red at their ears, a scratch at their jaw as they cleared their throat. “I digress. You seem to be made of a tougher breed than myself. Sinnoh is a region I haven't been to myself but I would say it's for those of mettle…,” they trailed off with a small frown.
Their observant gaze made a subtle note of the calluses upon Nat's hands, a sound escaping them at the words- “Great Storm?” Interest entered their voice, reflected in their eyes. They only associated one Pokémon related to such a weather phenomenon. It sounded very familiar to the cyclone in the oceans at the border of Kanto-Johto that occurred over two decades ago.
Fi inclined their head. “Alola never ceases to surprise me. They are quite generous to others. It is wonderful they extended a helping hand to your ancestors and kin. It's a perfect meld and a culture that survived the worst.” They shook their head, their voice filled with admiration.
At the mention of dragons, the Garchomp at the head, it suddenly made sense Nat had many scars. “You're a dragon-type trainer then. This is all very fascinating, your extensive family having a strong affinity to not only a particular type but hm… I guess you can say the core aspects they embody. I suppose if I had to have an affinity… Flying would be at my core. Freedom to explore, no chains to bound me. I have a very open mind… Flying would be the best guess. If you believe in that,” they laughed.
They turned to look at the masks, "This is very diverse. Thank you for sharing a bit of your family. It's not very common to stumble across a rich family like this. Remember what I said earlier, you are quite lucky to have them. May I ask, is it possible to get one of these masks made for myself? As a sort of memento?”
@asktheisle
Family's what you make it, after all. We've spent a lot of years apart but we've come back around to being around each other. I'm sure you've got good times ahead of you, related or not.
[His own smile was sympathetic and reassuring-while his extended network and found family was strong, his immediate biological family was very evidently fractured. Sometimes the feeling nagged at him, but some things are better left to be past pains.]
I actually know a bit of Nimbasa! My friend Cooper is actually a gym trainer in Mistralton, he also does some private flying for the airport there. He's fully a flying type trainer, I think you'd both get along! But I keep up with the happenings in Unova through him. Sinnoh is nice and all but I come to find it's too cold for me nowadays, I'll stick to tropical areas.
[He laughed before nodding, his smile fading slightly as he became a bit more serious.]
An ancient Lugia, absolute beast. Legend says it caused a hurricane that swallowed this island for over a month and drowned it into the sea. The bands of the storm were reported to cover even Alola, and we're about 800 miles from Poni-the closest physical bit of land from here. If it were a storm from now, I'm sure it would be it's own category.
We definitely owe Alola a lot, it's home in many ways. If we can manage to get this island fixed up, I know one of the first orders of business is trying to reestablish old island relations.
[As Fi went on Nat made note of what they were saying-he could see how much the freedom of flight seemed to mean, Nat himself knew that feeling with his dragons. Something he couldn't fully explain, but the type felt like home and a place where he belonged.]
My cousin Daniella is the expert mask maker, I can let her know about it! I would take care of it myself but I'm actually going to be in Johto sooner than later, won't really have the time. If I somehow can't get to you, I can ask Lucian to be a middle man-from the looks of it you two are friends? Or maybe get along?
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As Nat went on about his extensive family, Fi maintained a small smile throughout but it didn't quite connect with their eyes. A flicker of melancholy appeared in them, wistful even. With a hand splayed over their chest, over their heart, they said quietly, “That's quite the extensive family you have there. You're quite lucky to have the connections, folks to lean on.
"Truth be told, my family tree comes from the likes of Kalos but that is as much as I know. I am adopted but my adoptive parents are kind ones.” Fi spoke as if they were stating it as a matter of fact but the affection in their tone was clear. “Normal as well if I had to say. My mother is a librarian and my father is a musician.”
That smile of theirs finally reached their eyes as they spoke with fondness. It was a childhood full of whimsy. They always enjoyed the fleeting dances their parents spontaneously broke into. Full of energy and joy.
“I have lived the majority of my life in Unova, Nimbasa if that is familiar to you, before I traveled to see other regions. Unova was becoming stifling for me.” It was until they saw Skyla when they realized being grounded in one place wasn't it for them.
There was a twinge of red at their ears, a scratch at their jaw as they cleared their throat. “I digress. You seem to be made of a tougher breed than myself. Sinnoh is a region I haven't been to myself but I would say it's for those of mettle…,” they trailed off with a small frown.
Their observant gaze made a subtle note of the calluses upon Nat's hands, a sound escaping them at the words- “Great Storm?” Interest entered their voice, reflected in their eyes. They only associated one Pokémon related to such a weather phenomenon. It sounded very familiar to the cyclone in the oceans at the border of Kanto-Johto that occurred over two decades ago.
Fi inclined their head. “Alola never ceases to surprise me. They are quite generous to others. It is wonderful they extended a helping hand to your ancestors and kin. It's a perfect meld and a culture that survived the worst.” They shook their head, their voice filled with admiration.
At the mention of dragons, the Garchomp at the head, it suddenly made sense Nat had many scars. “You're a dragon-type trainer then. This is all very fascinating, your extensive family having a strong affinity to not only a particular type but hm… I guess you can say the core aspects they embody. I suppose if I had to have an affinity… Flying would be at my core. Freedom to explore, no chains to bound me. I have a very open mind… Flying would be the best guess. If you believe in that,” they laughed.
They turned to look at the masks, "This is very diverse. Thank you for sharing a bit of your family. It's not very common to stumble across a rich family like this. Remember what I said earlier, you are quite lucky to have them. May I ask, is it possible to get one of these masks made for myself? As a sort of memento?”
@asktheisle
(( @asktheisle )) Nat@Fi-
Catching wind of Fi being from Alola, Nat grinned at the prospect of kinship. Surprisingly he didn't come across a lot of individuals who came from the island chain, so to hear anyone speak of it always left him wondering about the experiences of others.
"I couldn't help but overhear you're usually in Alola! What island do you stay on over there?"
Finnian paused in the act adjusting Hermes’ feathers to look at the new voice. Their brow furrowed at Nat's scars but he seemed otherwise well so Fi decided to keep their thoughts to themselves.
“Then you must know about Melemele. Currently I reside there and handle most of my academic research. Working alongside with the Pokémon school has helped me get and spread information faster than it would have been on the sister Islands. Yet I'm afraid my access to Poni is still restricted however,” they massaged their shoulder, expression disgruntled. “Despite the trust they placed in me, there are rules they must follow, especially since not a single Tapu has shown their faces to me.
“Alola is very different from Unova. That's where I'm originally from. It feels… warm if I had to describe it. Very familial.” That was not to say Unova had one. Rather it was scattered in their eyes, hard to grasp. The Alolan locals were welcoming of their studies, even praised them for it. Show respect for the land and the Tapus will grace you is what they often said. “It is the same sensation I feel here. The bit of culture that I feel is absent from some regions,” they breathed, making note of the masks upon trees, the tradition playing out before their eyes.
“If what the locals say as of late is true. I may see Tapu Fini soon enough and maybe then I may get access to Poni. I believe that is the source of many things I am looking for.”
They chuckled. “I may have talked too much. You seem to know a bit about Alola yourself. Care to tell me about your experiences? They may help me in the future when I wish to chart further into the islands? Or maybe about your own island? What I see is quite fascinating. What are the masks for? Storytelling of some sort? I see a Grimmsnarl face I believe and a few others. Pokémon I would never believe to be weaved so deeply.”
Eyes in the sky
Finnian is going to make me write alot. They are... colorful.
Event Asks
Finnian (Fi)
You can pretty much ask them anything and they'll strike a conversation with you. Hell the sky is blue and they'll give you an elaborate reasoning why the sky is fucking blue-
If you're a Lugia or Legendary, they're like your best friend
Finnian has history with Lucian, ask them about it
Lucian
Injuries to his arms (sensitive)
His experience as a Pokémon Trainer
What does he aim to do in the future
Lucian has history with Finnian, ask him about it
Zhen
Hows he doing
Hows his power is developing (sensitive)
Anything in general that isn't related to Bell Tower
Fi (Finnian)
(They/Them) non-negotiable
A temporary use of reference for Finnian for the Magi Event.
Very little info is known but asking them or Lucian will garner enough information~
Fi (Finnian) @ Larimar: The young indivual's eyes seemed to contain a hint of relevance as they took in the Lugia's stature. "I dare say you're more impressive than the Storm Lord... I hope I am not stepping out of line by saying this." They appear unafraid by her presence, bold even as they folded their arms. "Can I ask what significance does your markings hold? A display of power or maybe something you were born with? Admittedly I am curious."
“Ah, you’re quite the flatterer, but maybe don’t let that ‘Storm Lord’ of yours hear ya say that. We don’t know how the fella would react hearing ya give praise to a Lugia that’s not him.” Larimar joked with a chuckle before continuing, “As for your question, it's a little bit of both. Due to my unique birth I was born with these markings, but their complexity increased as my power grew. It’s something me and other legends have, and is a trait more common in New World legendaries. Mine are, of course, indicative of my mastery over water, while my wife’s displays her mastery over air, etcetera etcetera, you get the gist. They make for quite the statement, don’t ya think?” she said, shooting Fi a grin.
Larimar was clearly proud of her power, but not in a manner that was obnoxious or boastful. She was comfortable in her role and incredibly capable with her abilities, and her mastery allowed her to perform her duties with efficiency and care. It was no wonder she was so beloved and respected back home.
“Now, I’ve blabbered on about myself, but what about you?” she said, turning the question back on Fi. “Any particular reason for dressing the way ya do? Don’t think I don't spy those markings on your clothes. They’re not ones I’m familiar with, however, and I’d love to learn more if you wanna share. Either way, you’re killing it with that look of yours!”
Fi's gaze ventured elsewhere, a playful light to their eyes. “That Lugia would probably strike me down where I stand. If legends are correct, flattering would get me nowhere. He believes in might, a test of strength.” They flexed their arms, laughter in their voice, “As you can see, I would be no match for your kind in that department.”
As she spoke of her origins, Fi's gaze seemed to study her. It was a gaze containing a wealth of respect and acknowledgement as she described how she came to be and the significance of her markings. “Hm.” A small sound in their voice, thoughtful. At the mention of a wife, their eyes shifted to the one she spoke of affections of. She was easy to notice, a Rayquaza with brilliant markings, unique in their own way but accurate to the way this Lugia described her world's rules. They smiled. “She is beautiful- Ah! I apologize if I overstepped. It is a… habit,” a weak chuckle as they focused on Lamirar.
“Me?” She pulled them from their thoughts, Fi pointing at themselves with a hiked thumb. “Well. These are clothes belonging to academics but thank you for the compliment. There is no meaning behind these threads. It is only something I found to be… interesting.”
With a soft smile, a hand splayed over their chest, they spoke proudly. "I personally run such an academy in the region called Alola. My name is Finnian and Hermes here,” they pointed towards the Dartix on their shoulder, “is my partner. I believe in educating others in the history of our legends that tend to be forgotten.
“I have a great deal of respect for what Legendaries do when it comes to the world and its ecosystem. It is a delicate balance and I wish humanity would act as I do when it comes to maintaining it but it is wishful thinking in some regions…,” they spoke with a wistful smile. “But Alola has proved to be different in every way so I wish to observe and see what the locals are doing and spread that knowledge elsewhere.”
“Is that sufficient?” They said with a tilt of the head.
(@ask-a-witchy-braixen) (Blaise @ Zhen)
*Blaise could sense Zhen’s legendary aura, despite his disguise making him appear as a human. At least that’s what he thought. Considering that the other human auras were different, or at least didn’t feel entirely Pokemon, he thought that he was sure that he was talking to a Pokemon.*
Blaise: I’m sorry if I’m being presumptuous, but are you a legendary Pokemon? Your aura is the same as the other legendaries I’ve met, but you look like a human. Are you a legendary with an alternative human form?
Zhen slid his gaze towards the Braxien as he folded his arms. “I'm not exactly trying to hide myself from Pokémon,” he said, inclining his head. His eyes shifted towards his shadow, its shape taking the form of a Ho-oh.
He sighed. “My form is... complicated. I doubt it's like any of the others who want to do this for other reasons,” he muttered with the wave of the hand. “I'm still… me.”
"None of the humans need to know I'm here unless it's someone I care about.” He frowned slightly. The only one he truly knew about was the one named Nat. Everyone else was an unfamiliar face. Seeing the human he was paying close attention to was having a chat with this Nat made him a tad anxious, his brows knitting together.
“Funny you mention something about aura sensing.” He scratched the side of his jaw, perplexed. “You're not related to Ninetales or something right? Figured they would be the only ones to sense me through that.”
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