PRISMATIC. (ap)

" 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉. " ( INDIE SEL. RP BLOG FOR NECROZMA, WRITTEN BY RIO. ) " 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓"

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A high pitched shriek as Necrozma finished. It went on for quite a while before abruptly cutting off. Well. That was definitely not what he was expecting. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned not believing. Suddenly, he wished he had embellished more.

“L-Lord necrozma! We are talking about my pride. It is my sworn duty to protect them, and I surely hope you are not threatening their lives! The last thing I want is conflict between my people and you, my lord. They mean no disrespect, the fact that they know at all is a sign that your legacy lives on, right?”

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" Do you think...this only extends...to your species? My punishment will go to all who disrespect me...And if they see me....and still vocally deny my existance...then it will not be without...retribution."

On the last word they said, the crystaline being clenched their claws together, the sound of clinking glass accompanying it. Their was a subtle but recognizable anger in their voice.

" Letting things like this...go unoticed...is what sent me here in the first place.

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“I-I understand, Lord Necrozma. It feels like an eternity. Y-you have been spoken of from the elders. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

He’s still bowing, he realizes. The xurkitree straightens his wires, plume still facing the ground. He can’t bring himself to look Necrozma in the eyes. This is an experience for him, to say the least.

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So they did still speak of them in ultra space? They wondered to what extent, though. Even the most elderly of beasts usually paled in comparison to their age, spanning back to what must of been the early eons of the world they now stood upon. Do they describe them as they are now, or how they longed so desperately to look like again.

“ How…do they speak….of me? “

Their voice seemed to show the slightest bit of interest to their otherwise monotone speech, though it was hard to tell when their words seemed to always sound akin to growls mixed with actual speech.

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“W-well…”

He pauses for a long time, thinking of the best way to phrase it.

“Myths. Rumors. Legends. Stories told to children, many full blooms say you never existed, my lord. The stories were passed through generations by word of mouth. They got more fantastical by the decade. I myself was skeptical until just recently. They claimed you to be a massive, majestic beast. One of the most powerful of all of us, my lord. They described you… differently.”

That was… probably the wrong way to say that. Great job. Of course, he left out quite a bit.

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Diffetently...Fanatical...they suspected the younger of their home didn't truly know the extent of their 'true' form, still, it's better than discussing what they were now ( In their eyes at least ). But discounting their existence in the first place? That...bothered them to say the least, it seemed disrespectful to them to them at best, and a threat to their dominance in ultra space at worst.

" They speak of...what I once... was then. But...Denying my existence?...Given my return...I would cull them myself for such...disrespectful insinuations. "

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“I-I understand, Lord Necrozma. It feels like an eternity. Y-you have been spoken of from the elders. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

He’s still bowing, he realizes. The xurkitree straightens his wires, plume still facing the ground. He can’t bring himself to look Necrozma in the eyes. This is an experience for him, to say the least.

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So they did still speak of them in ultra space? They wondered to what extent, though. Even the most elderly of beasts usually paled in comparison to their age, spanning back to what must of been the early eons of the world they now stood upon. Do they describe them as they are now, or how they longed so desperately to look like again.

“ How...do they speak....of me? “

Their voice seemed to show the slightest bit of interest to their otherwise monotone speech, though it was hard to tell when their words seemed to always sound akin to growls mixed with actual speech.

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“ W h a t k i n d o f t r e e a r e y o u ? ”

He doesn’t even try to respond to this one. He’s heard that voice. A loud dial tone echoes from his plume. He immediately bows.

“L-Lord necrozma! Wh- You- How did a creature such as yourself end up here??”

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An emotionless, slightly mechanized sounding sigh escaped the chromatic being. So even fractured and estranged from their home for so, so long, the beings of their realm still regard them as the alpha? ...Or is it just this one beast...Either or is still good news to Necrozma, regardless.

" Centuries...Eons, trapped within the crust of this planet, torn from my world several...thousand years. "

Their voice came out like gravel as they spoke, pausing between words as if it was an exhausting effort to produce words.

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