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@obsidiae-blog
// Hey hey this account’s been inactive for some time! Turns out it’ll be active again soon. Ari, the previous mun sold Necrozma as an oc and passed the blog down to me...her husband, Nobu. ( I followed the blog’s original run and fell in love with the character WHO COULD HAVE GUESSED! )
The blog will be revamped with most if not all of the original info and personality as before, and SEMI-slow due to me working. Other than that, Crozzy will be returning same as before.
REBOOT
Progress... 10%
gira: ill punch you in the chest
crozma: punch me mommy h hgnhh
gira:
pervorsitas:
“Alright. If that’s what you want.” Giratina pulled her arm back, before throwing a punch at Necrozma as hard as she could.
▼ ━━ THE ARM seems to shatter her chest, going straight through as the Pokemon opens her mouth and lets out a fax machine noise before flopping over and crashing to the floor. Oops. Nice going.
pervorsitas:
“I can try.” Giratina no.
▼ ❝ DO it. ❞▲ Giratina yes.
obsidiae replied to your post: “Anyone else want a punch to the tit? I got all…
“What if you don’t have tits”
“I could still just punch you in the chest.”
▼ ❝ CAN you punch through so hard it kills me. ❞▲
❤
spxrkiie:
I think everyone should make a post with just a ❤ and let mutuals comment on the post with nice things :’)
I tried
// this is a CALLOUT POST TO @denjyumokuu AND @pervorsitas AND @illusionaryinfinity FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO MAKE ANOTHER GIJINKA BLOG SJDFHDDH
ikisats:
it sees the other’s eyes flicker to its swords. faithful, after all these years, they hang light by its side. fingers curl round familiar handholds, for an unspoken challenge hangs in the air. reshiram has never been one to read the mood, but there is something malevolent, something violent in the air. perhaps its the- oh yes, the giant fucking cannon on this… necrozma’s arm.
reshiram has not had a good fight in a long time, and it can smell the power seething from this enemy. you can learn a lot about someone by crossing swords with them!
a delighted hiss, and it skips sideways, ever so slightly. it might seem innocent, but its the beginnings of an evasive, swift dart. it remembers the battlefield, the crackle of thunder and the slam of a spear against the ground. it truly hasn’t had a fight like this in centuries, since zekrom has gone all pacifist now.
“light taker, huh? well, i don’t think i’d have much of that for you to take. light isn’t entirely my speciality. they call me reshiram- bringer of truth and justice! now, tell me, angel of death- do you lie?”
and the swords, a pair of dual rapiers, come flashing out, and sparks fly. and then there’s flame everywhere, dancing on the blades, round reshiram, round necrozma. it’s an obvious, unsubtle challenge, brash and blatant and bright. and it might just be reshiram’s biggest mistake its made in centuries.
▼ ━━ A HISS echoes around the battleground, the canon steaming from its last shot. It’s only the start of its powerful build-up━ there’s far more to this weapon than meets the eye. Necrozma watches the other dodge gracefully to the side, a low rumbling sound building in the depths of her throat; so this being had NO Light. It was wasting her time, but it had antagonised her enough that she wanted to CRUSH its skull beneath her claws.
Whether that meant death, or not.
Flames burst into action around her, and its enough of a THREAT to set the PRISM GODS motions into action. She throws out her other hand, talons clicking rhythmically as she leaps for the other Legend, arcing the canon up into the air to bring it CRASHING DOWN towards Reshiram. The hand outstretched jabs forwards, parrying against a rapier that screeches across the area.
▼ ❝ YOU have made a MISTAKE, foolish dragon. Your will to fight against a GOD will be your downfall, and I shall enjoy when your blood spills beneath my grasp. ❞▲
nijinohane:
There goes the Christmas tree cutter. Add that to the list of things to replace, along with the spoon. Ho-Oh, again, wasn’t upset over it, though he was asking himself ‘why?’ quite a bit at this point.
“That’s true. They’re free spirits that can’t be caged by anybody.” He worried about them, sure, but he knew they could handle themselves. “Thank you,” he replied, going back to cutting shapes out of the dough, “I’m glad I get to see her too.”
The kind words were a bit surprising coming from her. Ho-Oh didn’t know too much about her yet, though he did know she had a similar attitude to Suicune. Of course, his own daughter was still different in her own light.
“Because it’s fun.” He answered, without much thought. “It’s a new experience that I’m able to give you. I don’t think it’d be accurate to say I don’t gain anything out of it. I get decorated cookies.” Even though he was a bit nervous to see what she’d come up with.
There was a chuckle from him. “Oh please, you’re the one who got my attention first by blasting a hole in one of my decorations.”
▼ ━━ SHE pouts at his response, rolling her eyes with a huff before stabbing what remained of her half of the dough with the triangle shapes. The woman had just wanted rid of the horrible, unattractive, decorations...not this. Doing this stupid human activity was just a waste of time, it didn’t benefit either of them nor would it in the long term. As a matter of fact━
Crozma lifts her other hand up to her face, digging her claws slightly into her head; no. She wouldn’t ruin this for herself. There’s a moment where she’s quiet before letting her hand fall back to her side, using the other to trace shapes idly in the scrap dough. It wasn’t like she would even be doing anything on her own anyway, and sitting at her tower would be of no amusement whatsoever. The Ultra Citizens didn’t celebrate ‘Christmas’ as far as her knowledge extended, but she did wonder what else the two of them could do.
▼ ❝ Ho-Oh... ❞▲ The name feels oddly foreign on her lips; she almost never refers to another Legend by their given name. Is this what she wants? Necrozma’s never wanted anything but Light in her entire life... ▼ ❝ I want to do more. More of these Christmas things. With you. ❞▲
ikisats:
dark black has always been a colour of fear, of excitement (zekrom rising over the side of the battlefield, lightning sparkling), but there is dread here, something terrible and cold. it should run.
but it has never been sensible, and it has always sought conflict. and if this- this person is strong enough to find it, then… they will be a good fight. and to win, would surely make them stronger, wouldn’t it? canines are bared in a quick, sharp grin, before a more serious face falls onto its face- it wouldn’t want its enemy to think it was fooling around, would it?
“i’m here.” blue eyes narrow, glowing, and hands rest ready on swords. “who are you? what do you want?”
▼ ━━ TECHNICOLOR prisms latch onto the weaponary by the Legend’s hips; that’s interesting. Was that something they’d picked up in th human world? Weaponary wasn’t something Necrozma was all that familiar with, but she’d seen some etched into books from far off lands. She brings her fist up to the front of her face, talons clicking together as her armor starts to warp and CRUNCH together. The Legend swings her arm around in a semi-circle, prisms BURSTING from her skin to collate into the various pieces of her weaponary. The cascable constructs around her elbow, warping down to form the reinforces of the canon till the energy reaches the muzzle and starts to emit a low hum.
▼ ❝ MY NAME falls from lips across many a UNIVERSE. The LIGHT TAKER, the ANGEL OF DEATH, they call me many things. Though my given name? ❞▲
Her arm suddenly LIFTS, canon facing upwards as the chromatic energy building at the front rapidly expands and SHOOTS from the weapon at the other━
▼ ❝ NECROZMA ❞▲
You destroy everything you touch.
nijinohane:
He idly picked out a star cookie cutter, placing it in the corner of the dough and pressing down. The cut out piece was put on a cookie sheet, and the process was repeated. “You can pick whatever shape you want.” He said, sliding the cookie cutters over to her.
“People say you can get sick from it, but I never have yet.” And there she goes, charring his spoon along with the dough… Oh well, spoons were cheap and easy to replace, so he didn’t really mind too much.
“My family?” He repeats, looking at her. “My kids come and go as they want. They’re hard to pin down since they travel all across the region. I try not to force them to come home if they don’t want to.” It was their choice, and he didn’t want to make them feel bad.
“Oh, but my daughter, Suicune– she usually comes home for the holidays. I get to see her at the very least. It’s nice.” He adds, a fond smile on his face now.
▼ ━━ THE CUTTERS peak her interest rather quickly, and she snatches a Christmas Tree out of the bunch. There’s a frown that appears on her face for just a moment before it fades and she’s putting the burnt spoon down on the side. Necrozma hooks her talons around the cutter, SNAPPING pieces off until all she’s left with are two simple triangles with slightly jagged edges.
▼ ❝ You cannot hold someone down. My brothers and sisters are scattered throughout many universes, though our names echo as one together when we are to be summoned by our ELDER. I am...glad? ...Glad you can see your daughter. I think. ❞▲
Its a slight struggle to remember the words she’s supposed to say; its not often she tries to be amicable. It comes with slightly skewed expressions, the female leaning over to press the two mutilated cutters into the dough. Somewhere, in the deep depths of her mind, a prism of memory is stored away of the events in process. Maybe it’ll be one she actually remembers this time.
▼ ❝ Why do you choose to do this activity with me? You will not recieve anything out of it. Do you really feel so blessed to have a God in your presence that you would do menial things to get their attention? ❞▲ Ah yes, there it is. Good ol’ cynical Necrozma.
nijinohane:
As the ingredients from before were mixed in, Ho-Oh put the rest of them into the bowl. While she stirred those, he got out some things to decorate with. Sprinkles mostly, though there was frosting too. The cookie cutters were the most important part, however. He had various shapes, ranging from stars to trees.
“You don’t know what Christmas is? It’s a big holiday where people usually give each other gifts and spend time with family. The decorations and food is another part of it. The music, too. People tend to get into the spirit earlier and earlier each year, though.” He usually waited until December to break his decorations out.
“Alright, that looks good.” Ho-Oh placed wax paper on the counter, taking the bowl and dumping the dough onto it and flattening it out. “You can lick the spoon if you want. Cookie dough is pretty good.”
▼ ━━ TECHNICOLOR eyes followed him to the cupboards containing the decorations, watching him bustle around as she continued to beat the mixture. Her thoughts started to wander, thinking about the concept of such a holiday existing. If she were to spend time with her family, it would be constant sparring and contests to see who was BIGGER and who was MORE POWERFUL. And giving...gifts? Necrozma had never received anything in her life that wasn’t given out of fear or dying obedience. She didn’t NEED friends, she didn’t NEED anyone━
Crozma’s brought out of her thoughts as the bowl is taken from her, seeming to stammer for a second before she turns to look at the spoon left abandoned in the mess. You can lick the spoon━
▼ ❝ LICK the...spoon? Is it not poisonous? The items have not yet been heated- ❞▲
An idea pops into her head, the Prism Pokemon grabbing the utensil before FIRE BURST from her eyes and a large beam of energy SHOOTS from them. They burn the dough into a crisp, black charred pieces flaking off as the fire dies out and the spoon is left smouldering. She then shoves it rather unceremoniously in her mouth and begins to chew on the remains. It was pretty good.
▼ ❝ Do you spend this time with your family? Why are they not here now? ❞▲
