@heuristi | ROGUE.
What’s this? A little human! In a little human castle! How quaint.
Nekrozma had decided to pay a visit to a new land -- one with new, exotic flavors of light their power-hungry, kleptomaniac-like self would surely get to feast upon, given enough time.
In order to make their chances of making a good impression on these creatures in this foreign land -- UNOVA -- they slide into a more organic, humanoid form. It’s still rather otherworldly, but in the sense that those such as the Ultra Recon Squad look odd. Instead of wearing some sort of odd suit and having blue skin, they’re simply very tall and angular. Seven feet of pure alien goodness.
Thankfully, there’s no need to knock -- the Ultra Wormhole they had just stepped out of seems to have dropped them smack-dab in the middle of some sort of room. A child’s room? This is how human children decorate, is it not? There’s toys abound, and the aforementioned little human!
Of course, they have no manners. No concept of what to do when you, a seven foot tall, bizarre-looking stranger, happen to manifest in a child’s bedroom in a sheathe of otherworldly light.
Their voice comes out as a sort of rough, raspy boom, almost cacophonous in quality, as they kneel down, tilt their head, and wave with one of their clunky, prismatic gauntlet-covered arms.
[ ...HELLO? OR... IS IT STILL “ALOLA” IN THIS WORLD, TOO? ER... GREETINGS! ]
Smooth as silk.
