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Deep beneath the ocean, a song, a storm begins to stir. Dare you take the plunge into the depths of Whirl Islands to discover who is the source?
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Plot Summary: ????
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Ryuki
Palkia
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(@shimmeringtidepools) Gira@Parisa: It had taken him long enough to sneak away from his home without alerting his father. Attempting to traverse to the overworld in his universe often lead to injury, the shackles not allowing such frivolity. However a slight tear in reality allowed him to end up here. The legend reluctantly walked up to Parisa and sighed.
“I…Owe you an apology.” The words felt like sand gritting in his teeth. “Had I ralized that was your brother, and that he was in a similar situation to my own, I would have been more considerate.”
“Even so, that was quite the trick you played back there, tell me: how would someone with a fairy-like nature outwit the likes of a fearsome ghost type?” A grin curled onto his face as he spoke. Giratina hadn’t often been outwitted before, so it was a rare treat to be able to interact with others.
The Palkia smirked hearing a familiar voice echo in her chambers giving a big stretch and landing with a heavy thud as she slid half off her massive bed she chuckled and with a wink said-
Parisa: "Sure you may have some clever brains being a ghost. But you gotta target things people can't control which is their feelings! You gotta find the right emotional buttons to press and that's how you can get any sorry shmuck to fall into a ruse~ Plus your fearsome nature really only holds weight to those who have anything to fear about you~ But when I'm the person who made the literal floor you walked on in this world there is little for me to fear cause I can alter this reality with a snap of my fingers~"
Parisa: "Oh, apology accepted by the way~"
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“I’ll concede that I am quite emotional by nature.” It was something he typically had a decent hold over, however with the right button pushed it unraveled his calm demeanor easily. He was the quickest out of his siblings to anger. That alone was a weakness he would have to work on if this Palkia had so easily exploited it.
Her shadow loomed over his smaller form easily. It practically hurt his neck to look up at her. He couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. “Perhaps I am more handsome than scary, I’ll admit, you have me beat here.” Giratina bowed towards her once more. “In any case…it is a rare occasion that I am able to leave my own realm so if I could indulge in your world for a moment longer I would be grateful.” He looked about the room, the shimmering colors being a sight for eyes far too accustomed with dull ones. Not something he would choose himself, but a well deserved break from skies devoid of life. “Is your room always this…bright?” He asked, grateful for the shadow her form provided him.
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Nex, transformed into his old Giratina form, slowly approached the other Giratina.
"It's uncommon to meet another of my kind who has also been corrupted by the Distortion World, although I'm guessing the nature of my corruption is very different from yours."
Nex's body glitched for a few seconds before stabilizing.
"If I may ask, how has the Distortion World corrupted you?"
Giratina’s eyes scanned the other, narrowing upon the question. “Bold to assume I would want to tell you.” He started, watching as the fellow pokemon’s form glitched before his eyes.
He raised but only one eyebrow. “That’s it? That’s the nature of your corruption?” As Nex’s body stabilized, he let out a low chuckle. “How cute.”
“Every waking day I am in constant pain and agony. I haven’t eaten a mean in eons, and yet you dare to hold a candle to my form? How callous!” He spat vitriol towards the pokemon. “PERHAPS WHEN YOUR WORLD DECIDES TO EAT YOU THEN YOU CAN COMPARE YOURSELF TO THE LIKES OF ME!!” He screamed, voice booming off of the strange walls that made his home. Palkia moved away quickly, summoning her spear. It didn’t take him long to realize how scared she was.
Another voice caught his attention, formal, one holding power. Respectful.
He listened quietly, face contorting at the question. Why the hells did everyone wish to know? It baffled him, confusing to the point of humor. A dry laugh left him, groing in volume.
“Very well then! I shall grant your wish!” Taking a bow, he moved towards the edge of a cliff. A bright glow gleamed from his chest, a misshapen golden orb materializing out from it into his palm. As the glow dimmed, he held in his palm the one thing that held him together. For a moment, all was silent. A quiet that made Giratina feel like it would be ok, that he would maintain his form once more.
And then he felt it, the familiar pain that sent him lurching forward. The orb fell from his grasp into the dirt with a loud thud. Giratina coughed and sputtered, teetering ever closer to the edge of the cliff until, with a wide grin, he fell.”
“GIRATINA?!” Palkia rushed forward, standing by Calama with confusion. Looking over the edge she awaited movement, looking to see even a glimpse of her brother. Eventually, she was answered.
SPOILED FOR BODY HORROR AHEAD!!!BOTH IN ILLUSTRATION AND WRITTEN FORM!!! READ AT YOUR OWN COSTS!!
As she fell into the Distortion Realm, she felt everything pull against her all at once. Every grasp of gravity threatened to pull her apart, screaming when she didn’t. If she had been a mere mortal, perhaps she would shatter into pieces as the world demanded her to.
However she wasn’t. That was her saving grace.
Touching down upon the cracked and dry dirt, she gazed up at the cieling, then down at the sky. It was all so strange, so different than the world she had a part in. And yet her brother made it so. It was the world he wanted after all.
Naught but a few paces away from her was a blue haired man, a mortal who had been dragged into the world due to his dastardly deeds.
Cyrus. That was the only name Palkia cared to know him by. It wasn’t difficult to remember all the things he did to the gods to try and create his own universe.
“Cyrus. Where is my brother.” She commanded, impatient and cold towards the mortal. His face turned towards her, and she saw what the distortion world had wrought upon him. Doscolored skin littered his face, parts of him turning black at his extremities. the whites of his eyes had begun to dull, and cracks were beginning to form on sagging, hollowed skin. It was almost as if the man was falling apart.
“Somewhere around this place. Not bothering me.” The answer did nothing to help, making the goddess sigh in annoyance.
“Tell me.” She stated again, more firmly than last. The man sughed before answering. “In his chambers.Though I’d be a fool to bother him now. He’s enraged.”
“What else is new.” She stormed off.
Stepping into the open chambers that her brother lived in, her red eyes landed upon his familiar form. “Sister, what dire need have you of me at this hour.” He states, not bothering to look at her. “We need to speak, I’m…I’m worried about Dialga. Things aren’t improving. And I-“
“Why not take this conversation to dear old dad, hm?” He stated cutting her off. “I’m certain he’ll persuade you into a calmer state of mind.” She growled. “Stop talking about Father that way!!! You seem to forget that you had a part in your banishment as well!!” He rounded on her, eyes glowing hot with anger.
“Excuse me? Who was the one that pointed out the damage humanity was?! Who was the one that saved you from his beloved creations?! Despite everything you still listen to him?!” Giratina roared, stepping closer to his sister. He towered over her as if she was nothing but a rattata. “He never listened to me! He never cared! I’m stuck in this hell hole because of him!!!!” He looked as if he was about to tear into her further, and yet something caught his red eyes, the shadows whipping about calming down as he receded.
“You brought visitors. How careless.” His tone dropped. Palkia turned about to see who it was.
“How did you all follow me here??” She asked curiously.
Palkia and Giratina are open for questions!!!
Palkia looked back at the inscription before her. Sighing she stamped her glaive down upon the stone floor, the sound reverberating throught the structure.
“If he can find endless ways to bother me, I can wturn the favor.” Her resolve steady, the legend began to navigate the endless cavern.
The fog grew thick and heavy, the sight somehow ruining her perception of everything around her. Each room she stumbled into looked the same, the architecture blurring into rocks at times. Part of her wondered if it was her sleep addled mind or some sort of spell her brother had given this place.
She swore she ended up back at the entrance a few times, and yet Palkia continued onward. No pokemon dared to enter the cavern, so each footstep echoed through the rooms.
And yet…
Somehow…
The mist cleared.
Palkia’s red eyes landed on a room she had not seen before. It was grand, a large slab sitting in the center of the room. The inscription upon it was faded, but the goddess could still make put some words.
‘This is... That where life sparkles... That where life has faded... A place where two worlds overlap...’
There was no doubt in her mind, the entrance to her brother’s realm had to be in this place. All it took was to find the weakest point between both worlds.
Searching about the room, each point of space was solid. Part of her cursed. Perhaps she was a bit too good at her job. Palkia felt herself searching for hours. Upon hours. Upon hours. It was sure to be day out by now. Or at least that was what it felt like. She was never good with time, that was her other brother’s strong point.
Sitting back down by the inscription she sighed. Her eyes felts heavy, muscles pulling her to rest. Fading on the edge of sleep, Palkia stared down around the stone floor, making patterns out of the tiles that lay there. How wonderfully made this place was. Each tole was placed just so, none overlapping upon one another. The design upon each didn’t overwhelm the eye either. Truly Giratina held some class when it came to his aesthetics.
‘Wait…overlap…” Red eyes opened again, staring at each tile once more until she saw an issue.
Distortion. Two tiles overlapping, the stones ebbing to and fro ever so slightly. It was subtle, only a leen eye could catch it.
It was no wonder it took her so long.
Pink fingernails reached out, gripping upon the fabric of reality. It tugged back, however a quick tear of her arm ripped open a distortion in the space.
Wheras the world she was in held life in each crack, the entrance to her brother’s realm seemed to suck each ounce of it out. It grew quiet, extremely quiet. She could hear her heartbeat as she peered in. However hesitation never helped her in the past, and so without a moment’s more notice, she entered the foreign world.
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(@shimmeringtidepools) Palkia@Galaxis: She floats over to the other of her kind, watching as he talks to the others that have entered the realm. “Do you enjoy getting a rise out of your family? It seems rather counterintuitive to me.” She stated eyeing the fellow spacial god. “Why not use this newfound freedom to explore about or use your powers more freely? What do you prefer this space to look like?” She stated eyeing the void.
*The sound of the time god flying through the air, followed by a much larger Giratina makes both of your heads turn. Galaxis turns back to you.*
Galaxis: Wow, there he goes! Home run! And that is a large ‘Tina! Wonder if ‘Larity could get to that size? What were we talking about? Oh right, family. Yeah, tormenting my family is just fun. It’s hilarious to see their reaction! You should try it sometime. The best part is when they try to shout at you. That way you know you’ve won.
*Galaxis hovers in the air, leaning back with his arms behind his head.*
Galaxis: As for exploring, I do it when I can. Which, to be honest, is when big daddio lets me out. Not as often as I would like but I do what I can. Of course, I could explore a bit more now. Maybe. Hmmm. I’ll consider it. I mean, the mortal world does have music, which is the coolest thing to me. It just fills empty space so well. And the range too. Oh man, have you heard music before? It slaps! These mortals can be so inventive sometimes. No wonder Epoch wanted to keep one around. They can also be stupid too. Like, insanely stupid. It’s hilarious seeing how badly they make mistakes sometimes. There was one instance in the mortal world where a couple of mortals, best friend mind you, had a bit of a falling out. Led to some Pokémon being banished and a whole war to break out. Like damn, calm down, am I right? Couldn’t be me.
Galaxis: What would I prefer this space to look like? I’m chill with how it looks. I could always whip up something if I wanted to. Epoch tends to destroy whatever’s made. Mr. Fun Stopping Police over there says we need to focus on the state of the universe instead of fucking around. What he doesn’t know is that I have the coolest trick ever. Just watch.
“Let me tell you one thing, if either of my brothers shout at me then it’s because I’ve done something wrong. And trust me, you do not with to recieve the wrath of either of them.” She squints upon hearing more about this dialga named Epoch. “You mean to tell me he destroys whatever you create? Have none of you ever been able to enjoy an ounce of that privacy?!”
She thought back to her own universe, how entering Dialga’s realm she always wanted to wait for a good moment, or how even Giratina would respect her boundaries and give her a heads up before entering her own. It baffled her that Galaxis’s brother wouldn’t even respect something he made.
“You brother sounds absolutely dispicable.” she growled. Something stuck out however about Galaxis’s experiences. In some way he had mentioned music. “You mean to tell me you’ve heard decent music from mortals?” She asked curious. Palkia shifted slightly in the space, the annoyed expression she wore softening a bit. “I’ve always been curious but, I never thought it was anything but racket. Mortals can be creative but music is not their strong suit. Have you tried some of the food they create? It’s far better than their so-called music.”
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Ryuki’s eyes narrowed a bit. The idea that this man held zero remorse for his senseless violence irked the deity. His stomache churned at the mere thought.
“Unfortunately I can’t allow myself the luxury of leaving. Not when innocent people are getting hurt.” His tone became short, but he still remained as calm as he could. The deity was sure the other wasn’t exactly interested in a fight either, however he also knew he wouldn’t back down and explain himself.
“I was forced to come here to investigate because innocent lives were being harmed. I do not wish for conflict. Don’t you see how much harm you are doing? To the pokemon? To people who have no ill intent? It isn’t fair to them who have done *nothing* against you.” Taking a step forward, the water rippled with every movement he made. He contemplated his next move carefully, knowing it would either incite the violence or avoid it. “To fight everyone is foolish and childish. I merely ask you to cease this train of action at once.”
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The final floor was cold. Almost scathingly so. Ryuki felt eyes glaring him down, though the source was still eluding his gaze in the dark. Luckily for him, he could identify the source easily. Yet something was off.
It was, humanoid? At least in body shape he could tell. His brow furrowed as he let his grip leave the wooden ladder that lead to salvation. There were some extra attributes to the figure, leading the silver haired man to believe he might not be a monster after all.
He was not ignorant however. The psychic tension was almost choking, and he could easily feel the figure’s ill intent from where he stood. Taking a breath, he began to descend to the water’s surface, stepping ontop of it once reached. Each step caused a ripple among the smooth surface, the Magikarp under swimming away as quickly as they could.
Would this reveal a card he hid carefully in his sleeve? Sure. However it wouldn’t matter in the next few moments as he rounded the corner of the jagged wall to stare the figure in the face.
His red eyes met a vibrant glowing green pair, scanning over the figure carefully. The Team Rocket outfit he wore did nothing to alleviate his worries. The tattered and bloodstained fabric showed the deity just what this person was capable of, if the trainers outside weren’t proof enough. He would be a formidable foe.
“I didn’t expect to meet someone so powerful all alone down here.” Ryuki kept his tone firm, but gentle. There was no need to induce a fight if it could be avoided. “Would you be the reason the poor Zubat are terrified just upstairs? Or the reason the humans and their companions have sustained such horrible injuries as of late?” His latter question came put a bit more venemous than he intended, but he hoped it didn’t come across too overtly to the other figure.
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@askstormscall Susano @ Palkia: The Lugia studies the cave, the Leviathan curious. "Legend." They addressed Palkia plainly. "What do you hope to find in here? Answers? Perhaps some answers are best left be. A god's message filled with riddles are often laid to misled."
Palkia turns towards the other legend, the large pokemon peering down at her, espression unreadable. Somehow this cave had a way of attracting larger legends, how odd.
It was their words that got her mind brewing, the tone of each letter a jab into her tired brain. She tried to think, looking away from the golden gaze back to the pillar. What did she hope to find? Even if the woman found her brother, what use would he be? It wasn’t like he would entertain the idea of seeing her anyways.
And yet his company was all she wanted at the moment. How odd that she came to him rather than Dialga.
“I’m searching for my brother. Deep within this cavern lies a way to visit his realm. It’s getting there that is my issue.” She started. “His message to navigate this place is as you said, crafted to mislead.” Palkia took a moment before speaking again. Answers, what answers was she looking for? What was she going to ask him, and would he even want to answer? Giratina was not kuch of a conversationalist.
“I suppose I am looking for answers. He seems like the only one who could answer them, Giratina is an honest being despite his rough exterior.” Was he honest? Her mouth formed a line following that statement. He was when he wanted to be, that was more apt. “I am tempting fate by asking him, for he could be dishonest if he wished. However I still wish to hear. A different perspective on my troubles is what I wish for.”
(Calama @ Palkia) "I heard your brother managed to get himself on Parisa's list, very unfortunante for him truely. I'm not surprized he didnt recognize what Dagon was with how that boy carries himself, but I heard your Dialga may be making similar choices detrimental to it's health. What is your Dialga doing to themself?"
“I don’t know if he’s doing anything detrimental yet. I haven’t been able to see him since he began seeing issues within the timeline. Dialga has constantly been at work trying to prevent anything else from occurring. Last I heard from him he mentioned something about paradoxes. That was when our father stepped in and told us to seek advice from orher universes.” She stops to think for a moment, leaning on the glaive. “If you know that Palkia, then be sure to give her and Dagon our apologies. We didn’t intend to busy their night with buisness, their universe just so happened to be the first one we stumbled upon.”
Turning back towards the cavern, the inscription upon the pedestal before her served only to confuddle her sleep addled mind.
“…Past three pillars…to the sleeping…before 30 is surpassed…”
Why was she even entertaining the idea of seeing him? He wouldn’t want to talk to her anyways. All this effort was exhausting. Turning back towards the colossal Giratina, she gave a sigh. Forcing the words out was one of the hardest things she had to do.
“Can you please show me the way through the cave? I need to speak to my brother.”
She couldn’t sleep. The information from the gala lingered in her mind. She hadn’t seen her brothers since, only knowing Giratina had even returned via their father alerting her after the report.
Palkia sat up in her bed. The space ebbed and flowed in her realm, bending in to every breath she took.
“Every breath you take keeps the walls of this world intact. You stabilize the world, for you are the world.”
Her father’s voice echoed in her ears. She was diligent, brave. Nothing had ever rattled her before. She worked hard to ensure the very fabric of the universe avoided any tears or holes. So why now was she so worried about things? It was rare to feel such fear.
She needed to talk to someone about it.
Rising from the covers, the opal haired goddess pulled on her coat and exited her realm. The eyes of her father were surely boring into her as she made her way down into the depths of Sinnoh. Palkia couldn’t be certain why she was going there of all places, however it felt like the place she would get the most answers. Entering the caved in ruins, a snap startled her as she whipped around, glaive forming in her arms in a brilliant light.
“SHOW YOURSELF!” The outburst echoed around the cave, her red eyes resting on familiar faces devoud of threats. “O-oh. It’s you again. What need have you of me now?”
Palkia is open for questions.
this was supposed to be a lugia blog but now its just kinda whichever legend i feel like atm LOL ah welp im having fun and thats what matters
(@shimmeringtidepools) Gira@Singularity: His father would kill him if he knw he wasn’t back shackled to his world, good. There was something he wanted to know. The black haired male had eventually tracked down the fellow giratina, one he saw seldomly at the gala, and approached from shadows. “Pardon my intrusion, but you and I seem to be quite similar in a manner of speaking.” He started. “Horrible fathers, irritating siblings, banishment and the like, tell me honestly what is the Distortion World like for you?” Genuine curiosity swirled in his eyes. “For me it might be my only home, however it is pure hell.”
Sorry, can’t help myself. When I see an attractive-looking Pokémon, I must compliment them. And well, you certainly tick all of the boxes for what I consider attractive.
Anyways, regarding your question, it seems we are both in a similar situation. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one. Well, it’s not nice for the both of us but you know what I mean. The realm of distorted chaos, or distortion realm as it’s commonly known, is one I have a lot of control over.
However, it’s also been used as my prison. A prison where I was tossed away for years, never to see what was going on in the others worlds until I had learnt my lesson. I hated being trapped in there. Hated it. I still hate going there but at least I can exit it freely. The worst part was how void it was of life during my banishment. I couldn’t do anything besides sit and watch the world distort and morph. My true form became corrupt and, I’m going to be honest, I’m rather embarrassed to show it.
The realm itself has actually morphed into a similar look to that of the mortal realm, except with certain laws of physics being bent and distorted. That’s something I’ve had no control over and if I didn’t hate the place so much, I probably would spend some time observing why this is. It’s probably fascinating stuff. The realm has also opened itself up to many ghost types and a lot of them use the space to help the spirits of the dead move on. I think I’ve seen death itself wandering too. It’s not harmful to them if they’re in there for a short period of time. Anyone who’s in for a while may be hit with the awful side effects that realm has.
You mentioned yours is pure hell. In what way, if you don’t mind me asking?
“My own little slice of hell. How sweet.”
He looks away from the fellow Giratina. “At first it was just an outcropping if land, with an oppressive atmosphere. The pressure could choke anyone if they weren’t prepared. No time exists, the space always changing. No life except for, well, me.”
“I was the one who bent it into shape, the anger I felt wrought onto that stupid land until it splintered into more islands.” He gives a grin, somewhat unsettling as he reminisces his own past.
“Of course, if you leave a corrupted power alone, it has no outlet. It begins to feed on itself. Anti-matter cannot be stable in the overworld so, it formed within the torn seams that was the prison I lived in.” Quickly, Giratina’s smirk faded, a red hot glow searing from his eyes. “I was stuck in a world that never should have been. I was it’s lone life form. It starved itself until it discovered I had been it’s sole creator, and therefore ate at me.”
He turns back to Singularity. “You say your world corrupted your true form? Trust me, you aren’t the only one.”
“If a soul was unlucky enough to fall in, it wouldn’t last long.” He starts once more. “I would have died if I hadn’t adapted to it.” A grim fate to be sure. How long had it been since he had eaten something proper? Not that it mattered now. Noticing the drop in conversation, the black haired man turned towards Singularity with a grin. “Of course, seeing the same damn thing every day would drive you to insanity too I’m sure. Or you just grow accustomed to it. Different universes, different temperments.”
“Though, I’m sure no matter what you’ll add your own personal flair in your own time.” He afded with a gentle smile. “Adaman would be so proud of you today, I assure you.”
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