#creationborn

[rathalascendant]

SHE'D BEEN ON EDGE SINCE PALKIA STRUCK. The atom-slicing weight of Spacial Rend is still fresh in her mind, tainting her memory with a friend's near sacrifice. She thinks of it as she shudders at the sight of one such beast, feeling its aura burn into it.

Mari knows she cannot hide. Elders know, she'd been doing so for months; evading certain death while trying to save the rest of her otherworldly kin from a similar fate. She steps back, acknowledging the deity with a callous look.

"Y' gonna kill me? Is that what you want?"

@creationborn - for dialga or giratina

[distortiondenizen]

@creationborn from here

It is not the strangest request: Fathom is old, and before he was Fathom, before he named himself, before being bound into this human form, he was guardian and prisoner both. He knows his fair share about protecting.

And even now, bound that he is, there are some things he can do.

In truth, were a human asking him for such a thing, he would ask for far more. Considering, however, who is asking...

"What is it that must be protected?" He asks.

In truth it is a strange thing, in a way, to be before one who represents life: Fathom, as Giratina, was made before life existed. He is a dragon, and he is a ghost, and so in a way almost an opposite to Xerneas.

"I will help, of course I will." He promises, even in this form, because he remains the Eldest Sibling, and his quarrel was always with humans. "But I would know all there is to know, about what is at stake."

[distortiondenizen]

@creationborn asked: the time for pleasantries is through. dialga.

"Is it." Comes Fathom's answer, dry as the desert winds and just as merciful.

Perhaps, he considers, he should be afraid: bound as he is by their Parent's desire he is just a speck of power before one of his Siblings, and just as large. And yet...

Never has he missed his wings as much as he does now, even when sunlight no longer burns him. Never has he missed the chance to greet a Sibling like an equal just as much, but then again never has he been anyone, or anything, but himself: the Eldest Child, the Banished One.

Around them, humans and Pokémon scatter. Fathom pays them no mind: he cares not for their fear, and there, so close to Dialga, he can almost feel a shadow of his own might.

"Do not be hasty, Dialga." He warns, cautions. "There is much your ire might call upon this land... and upon you."

Do not follow his path, he is warning his Sibling. Do not become another cautionary tale.

[afterlifedefied]

“ Where did you come from? ”

a very confused arceus

Either Mika is VERY high on Willow's cotton somehow, or Mika REALLY is staring face to face with the literal embodiment of Pokémon itself. Mika's heart hammering against their chest to find SOME sort of answer for Arceus. What if they say the wrong thing? Would divine judgement smite upon them for intruding into a place that didn't belong to mortals. Mika staggered cautiously forwards to the tall deity.

"I-I... I don't know. I really, REALLY don't. All I remember is-is being with my Altaria. Asleep. And then- I'm here." Mika tries to connect the dots. What was it that made them so special? Mika didn't think of anything that came to mind- In their head? They were so unbelievably insignificant. Mika would turn their shoulder looking behind them. "I-is she here? My Pokémon? I... I really need her here." Mika needed to have that cotton wrapped around their head.

To have something else to focus on. Mika was AFRAID he had done something somehow to slight the God of Pokémon. Mika was a good boy, was he not? Mika thought that trouble would stop following them once they came to Unova. "I'm... from Unova. Do you know where that is?" Mika felt oddly safe here. As if the pressure was minimal up here. As if gravity could not hold them down. Mika would stride closer, craning their neck to look up to Arceus. "Are... you Arceus? I-I mean, I've heard the stories of legends from books I've read before."

Mika heard some account details of some who have met the deity before, but many weren't worthy of meeting Arceus. Only those pure of heart, right? Is that what this was? An accidental purity test? Mika treated everyone around them as best as he could. Even their borrowed Pokémon! "I'm not in trouble, am I?"

@creationborn