Now. Letās talk about rudeness.
Not yours, of course. You are, after all, doing nothing except writing the actions of this strange, strange man (?); I very well cannot blame you for those. But let us talk about Enzoās brazen actions, instead. Here he comes, into a world not his own (if curiously similar in some aspects), and then starts throwing his magic around at the first sign of quiet. What place are we talking about, exactly? Mmmmh. Letās write it down as the Lumiose Badlands and then leave it there - itās not overly important, after all.
What is important, as I was saying before I started digressing again, is how very rude Enzo is. He arrives, feels something, and decides he has to unmask it. Without asking! No pretty please, no could I, no excuse me! The nerve, I swear.
But well, what is done is done. Let us rather say what was happening not far from the strange man, before he decided he had to crash through with all the grace of a bull in a crystal shop. There was, just beyond a pile of rocks, a small child. Well, what looked like a small child: [FEMALE SYMBOL] is a lot of things (including, mostly, a table lamp), but not a child. It was making itself really quite busy studying those very rocks, something about the stratified nature of the formations catching its eyes quite thoroughly. It didnāt quite care for the figure getting relatively close, taken as it was by the geological treasure trove in front of it.
This was, of course, before the figure enacted a quite convoluted ACE, the carefully crafted body being instantly disabled by the RAM manipulation. If [FEMALE SYMBOL] could feel frustration, which it cannot quite, it would be a definite candidate for this momentās emotion, as a wave of searing unlightĀ travels to space, up to almost 12 meters from where the small figure had stood, in all directions. For a split instant it clips through the ground, the weave of creation not quite understanding how things should look like; then it bounces up, visible in its full form, as the ground beneath groans and cracks.
It doesnāt turn - it has no eyes, nor need for directions - but its attention does seem to turn and focus on the outsider hacker, as wind starts to blow, air displaced from the volume of a black sphere reality refuses to recognize exists. It poses no questions; but these are unneeded, as it is evidently waiting for answers anyway, as the red-blood symbols within its body swirl and crackle.
Well... this wasnāt something he anticipated.
What he had expected was, at the very best, an alternate realm. What he got was a spherical object towering over him. One that he felt an intense presence from...
He leaped off of the ground, levitating himself in the air to get a better look at this thing. It was giving off such strong magic energy... strong energy that felt unstable, at that.
Any normal trainer would have panicked at the sight. Enzo, however, was no ordinary trainer.
His curiosity only rose; it was almost child-like, as he was internally giddy over discovering something he had never seen before.
ā...what... might you be...?ā He muttered to himself.
This orb was probably alive, if he had to guess, from the moving red swirls, and how the aura felt. Was this even a mon? Enzo decided to take a chance anyway as if it was a mon and try to befriend it.
He looked through his inventory, and pulled out some berries he had collected along the way; three Oran Berries, two Pecha Berries, a Chesto Berry, and a Cherri Berry. He held out the hand that he held the berries in, palm open, offering them to the sphere-shaped creature. He gave a mirtless laugh, knowing full well that not wording himself correctly would result in more issues than necessary.
āI apologize if I was interrupting anything; Iāve never uncovered a living creature with my magic like that before. However, I promise to not bring any harm; if anything, Iād like for us to get along, if possible. To hopefully make up for intruding, I found some berries; perhaps thereās at least one that youād like?ā