A low howl seeps out of her fanged mouth, the ends of her fingertips making more static noises. The glitchiness is a side effect of the combined timelines (or so the voices say), and the howling is more of a grounding/coping mechanism to deal with the mob, the glitchiness, the loss of her home.
She doesn’t notice what ruckus she’s causing, but it should’ve been alright. Most people thought it was a stray Mightyena and left her alone; after all, her cries were identical to those of a Pokemon. Perhaps that was why Camilla approached her and attempted to “tame” her.
The crunch of a leaf becomes apparent, and so does the voice of a stranger. He looks like someone Jimmy talked about, but it must’ve been pure coincidence. She looks over her shoulder, her face blank, and returns to staring at the stars, saving her voice.
“It’s comforting.” Ao figures that’s all she needs to say, but continues anyway. “Uhm, it’s more of a venting thing, I guess. Peaceful and relaxing. Do you wanna join me?”
“Join in?” Cover thinks about that. “I’m more the singing type, really.” It does look kind of relaxing, so he pads over to her. He didn’t realise humans could make noises like that (do the playwrights at the musical know? He should ask when he gets back to Unova). When she breathes deeply, her whole body rattles. As she howls, she relaxes her fists -
A haze of WRONG sparks around her fingertips.
If Cover was human, or anything like one, this would be the part where his breath caught in his throat and he froze on the spot. The boy does stop moving (balancing impossibly in mid-step - that doesn’t matter now), but that’s because the god can’t take its attention away from the corruption eating away at its greater self, poisoning reality. Its familiar presence is so much worse in this unbroken world, where only birds can fly and muk don’t hatch from cocoons.
What is - what can it - it remembers, suddenly, what to do. It’s not like it hasn’t dealt with things like this before. It can do this.
First, a message. A glitch-creature, it sends in the general direction of Amber, humanlike, howling like a mightyena. As soon as it’s fired the impulse it returns its awareness to its avatar (only a few seconds lost, he can still get the jump on it). He slams down his foot hard enough to blast away the fallen leaves and shake the roots beneath the clearing, and charges.
He turns his left hand into a solid slab of bone and slams it into the girl’s chest, stretches the fingers of his right into vicious black claws (don’t touch the glitches don’t touch the glitches) and stabs it at her wrist. “What are you?!” he roars, the killing rage rising in him.