-
Welcome to The Cave of Dragonflies forums, where the smallest bugs live alongside the strongest dragons.
Guests are not able to post messages or even read certain areas of the forums. Now, that's boring, don't you think? Registration, on the other hand, is simple, completely free of charge, and does not require you to give out any personal information at all. As soon as you register, you can take part in some of the happy fun things at the forums such as posting messages, voting in polls, sending private messages to people and being told that this is where we drink tea and eat cod.
Of course I'm not forcing you to do anything if you don't want to, but seriously, what have you got to lose? Five seconds of your life?
Frontier Town Frontier Town Outskirts
- Thread starter Jackie Cat
- Start date
- Pronoun
- He
- Pronoun
- she/her
- Pronoun
- He
"I certainly hope so," Mhynt said, "but he's going to be more cautious this time. Alexander is not reckless. He's much more calculated than his nature would suggest. It would take a provocation and true vulnerability on our part to draw him out..." She rolled her eyes. "And with that idiot Saint getting in our way, we have our hands full as it is. Have you heard of that?"
- Pronoun
- she/her
"I do not doubt that. He was encountered before in Blaguarro and played the fool to make himself appear nonthreatening. I would be... immensely concerned, moreso than I would be now, if it was not an act."
Bellatrix nodded at Mhynt's question. "Over the communications. Between it and the knowledge that some Saints are no longer with us, it does not seem that this world has a very good track record with its gods, if they are gods to begin with and not just regular pokémon with too much power and an ego." Not too much unlike Alexander, now that she thought about it.
Bellatrix nodded at Mhynt's question. "Over the communications. Between it and the knowledge that some Saints are no longer with us, it does not seem that this world has a very good track record with its gods, if they are gods to begin with and not just regular pokémon with too much power and an ego." Not too much unlike Alexander, now that she thought about it.
- Pronoun
- He
"I see them as little more than mortals who acquired a little too much power," Mhynt said. "We've heard little word of any true, celestial gods who actually dictate the world's fabric. It seems to me they operate within its fabric. Not gods... unless you could a Pokemon's grasp over similar energies to also be godly. but if that's the case... what difference does it make from them to us? Magnitude, and little more." Mhynt sighed. "I'm... not in a proper shape to take on the one they know. But I suspect there are others. I plan to do some ego cutting if I must..."
Her tone suggested she was willing to go further, if these so-called 'Saints' are any worse.
Her tone suggested she was willing to go further, if these so-called 'Saints' are any worse.
- Pronoun
- she/her
"People getting power they do not deserve is a common theme here, it seems," Bellatrix added ruefully, very clearly on the same page. "I am all for cutting them down to size if they prove unworthy of those abilities." The Cipher admins came to mind. She did not know what their ultimate fates would end up being but she was more than happy to leave them rotting in the HQ for the rest of their lives to live their consequences of their own decisions.
"If that 'Saint' or any of his peers proves unworthy, then someone else more capable can take on the mantle once he is dealt with."
"If that 'Saint' or any of his peers proves unworthy, then someone else more capable can take on the mantle once he is dealt with."
- Pronoun
- He
"I don't know how the inheritance of that power goes," said Mhynt with a pensive frown. "If some gods are outright dead, that means that if they do not find a successor, then so ends that Saintly line." At least, that was her deduction on it. "...I suppose if you combined those factors together -- mortal minds in ageless bodies, the risk of losing a lineage if you don't get a successor, and of course the apparent lack of bringing about new Saints -- it's no wonder this world is losing its gods."
She huffed out through her nose.
"...But if these Saints are among what's left, perhaps culling would be in the mortals' interest. We shall see. It's possible they are corrupted by Shadows or Radiance, and--" Mhynt's expression darkened. "...And if they aren't, they could be later. We've already seen that happen before..."
She huffed out through her nose.
"...But if these Saints are among what's left, perhaps culling would be in the mortals' interest. We shall see. It's possible they are corrupted by Shadows or Radiance, and--" Mhynt's expression darkened. "...And if they aren't, they could be later. We've already seen that happen before..."
- Pronoun
- she/her
"If they cannot be reasoned with in any way shape or form, then yes, I doubt much would be lost if they were to disappear." It didn't sound like that this "Zapdos" provided anything major in terms of Sainthood either way. "Did those who encountered this Saint notice any hint of either Radiance or Shadow?" Bellatrix asked.
- Pronoun
- He
- Pronoun
- she/her
A nod of agreement. "Either way," Bellatrix then said. "Those are judgements best reserved for when we encounter one again. For now, it is getting late and you won't be able to fight efficiently whilst exhausted." Bellatrix gestured towards the town with her head and turned to leave. Not that she could force it. Perhaps another day, at a better time, she would have the chance to spar with the grovyle but for now, she was satisfied with the discussion they had.
<><><>
Ch05 - All I Need (Kimiko solo)
Shadow Serenity
Lurking
- Pronoun
- He/Him
When the daytime sun retreated beyond the horizon, the Soja became shockingly cold, even without a breeze. No matter how many times Kimiko had wandered out here in the middle of the night, she never quite expected the bite.
Still, this remained the best spot she'd found for those times she felt the need to be alone, especially in the middle of the night. There was something about this secluded spot that felt familiar and comfortable by now. It was far enough outside town to not disturb anyone with her music, but close enough to feel safe.
The lamp she'd taken from her room (surely Greasewood wouldn't mind) gave off only faint light. She'd also brought his requinto, as usual. Tonight, however, the instrument remained in its case beside her, waiting patiently to be played. Instead, Kimiko lay curled around the lantern as she stared into the flickering flame inside, absorbing what little warmth it offered.
She'd heard the message through Betel's network. Encounters with legendaries - saints, as they were called here. Saints that wanted to fight them, for one reason or another. They, who'd done nothing but try to aid this world since arriving, in place of those who should be doing the same. These were the some of the supposed guardians of this world, who would rather waste their time with petty, selfish brawls while their world suffered rather than do anything to help it themselves. No, they thought a better use of their time and power was to pick a fight with the ones who were actually working to make a difference.
This world's Saints had called them to fight.
Kimiko didn't answer.
The rest of the Wayfarers had, of course. They'd been chosen for this, all of them, and had thrown themselves at their accepted duty against anything that had gotten in their way thus far. If this was going to be yet another obstacle in their way, it must be dealt with.
But while the rest of the team had split up and gone off in search of the trio, Kimiko remained behind, intentionally out of sight so no one would notice until it was too late. An easy enough feat when they were separating. By now, even possibly at this very moment, they were all probably either engaged in battle or about to be, while she lay here in the dirt, curled up around her lantern. But she couldn't join them. She wasn't ready. How could she be, when her thoughts were so scrambled? When her resolve had been shaken?
It had been one thing after another, and so many mysteries to unravel. The mayor. The Coven. Shadows. Cipher. Now the saints. Mhynt had suggested they would be so uncooperative that they'd need to murder them; she wanted no part of that. That's not why she was here. Even as she struggled with her own inadequacies, she'd done her very best to play the part she willingly chose to accept, to fight in defense of this world in it's time of need. But she was tired of the world fighting back.
She scoffed, sending dirt and sand swirling around the base of the lantern. That wasn't the real problem. That was what she'd agreed to take on, which just so happened to double as a convenient, surface level excuse to layer over her real issues. Out here, alone in the cold darkness, far from prying eyes and concerned questions, there was no point lying to herself about it.
No, the real problem, as always, was her emotions. She was homesick.
She'd been feeling it for a while, but meeting Sinopa drove the point home in a way she hadn't expected, and she'd yet to figure out how to deal with it. She missed Olivia. She missed the rest of her team, and Alex, and Michelle, and... She'd been so desperate to get away from the ghost problem, and it had taken this long to finally start sinking in just how much else she'd given up in exchange. Somehow, without realizing it, she'd gotten used to having someone to lean on. She'd forgotten how it felt to not have anyone to confide in, hadn't realized how much she'd started to depend on them to help her carry her emotional baggage. She'd traded one world's set of problems for another, and sacrificed her support network to do so.
Foolish. A stupid, hasty decision based on heated emotion.
How was anyone else coping with this? This wasn't the first time the thought crossed her mind; Everyone had given up something to accept their summons. Surely she couldn't be the only one missing the life they left behind, even knowing it was temporary. They'd been here a while now, certainly the longest time Kimiko had ever been away from her loved ones. And yet, everyone else had taken to their new calling with gusto, accepted their mission as though they had personal stakes on the line.
At least, on the outside. Maybe she could subtly ask around, try to gently pry feelings out of her allies.
A few names came to mind. The first one that really stood out to her was, ironically enough, not a fellow off-worlder, but Whimsicott Greasewood. He'd been nothing but friendly, helpful, and trustworthy towards her, and they'd already spent more than one evening sharing an after-hours chat while tidying up the saloon. The old barkeep's ear cliché was alive and well in him. He may not be able to relate, but surely he'd have advice worth listening to; he'd always had.
Along the same lines, the name that came attached to Grasewood and the saloon was Odette. They'd gotten along well after her apology, as she had originally anticipated. And there was that odd chance they were parallel universe clones or something, so if there was only one person who might understand her emotional struggle, there was no better guess.
The other name to catch her interest was Silver. Like Odette and herself, he had been a trainer where he came from, and both of them had had nothing but praise for their respective 'mon. Like her, they'd each considered their teams as family. If anyone would be missing their homes, it would be them - ones who she knew, like her, had left someone behind.
The thought of them brought the hint of a smile to her lips. Suddenly, she could feel Alex's voice, crystal clear in her mind, as though he sat right beside her.
You just answered your own problem.
Kimiko raised her head and looked around, blinking in the dark, just to be sure it was in her head and that no one had crept up on her. But the desert was quiet, save for the faint crackle of the lantern flame. She laid her head back down and stared again into the light.
She was in no mood for any cryptic code bullshit. In her mind's eye, she could see Alex roll his eyes, laughing at her for not picking up on what he'd told her, as though it were so stupidly obvious that even he'd understood. And almost immediately after, a memory surfaced, as though he'd pulled it out of the blue and pushed it at her; a memory from her conversation with Odette, after they'd had that shouting match...
And not a moment after that, another memory, this one with Silver, from their chat right here in this very spot.
To her surprise, one more memory surfaced... one of herself, speaking in response to Silver.
Her mental image of Alex grinned at her, arms crossed, looking smug. In his voice, she heard the words, You do have a support network here. It's your own fault for not using it.
For a moment, she considered thanking him, then realized she'd essentially be thanking herself. Instead, with a grin, Kimiko thought back, You're such an ass.
A memory of his laugh and his last words echoed through her mind; I miss you, too.
That laugh continued to echo and fade as she opened her eyes again. Still dark, and the lantern flame was low. How long ago had she dozed off? She sat herself up, blinking to adjust her vision, and the position of the moon told her she still had several hours until dawn. As she got her bearings, spotted the requinto, still in its case nearby. With a soft smile, she reached for it, and started to play.
There was nothing she could do about the saints now. Even if she knew how to get there, to any of them, the battles would long be finished by the time she arrived, whether in victory or defeat. She dropped the ball on this one, and she was probably going to have to answer for it from someone. Probably Greasewood first, when he inevitably caught her sneaking back to her room in the middle of the night. That was going to suck - no matter who questioned her - but she'd suck it up and own up to it. Because now, she could confidently say she felt ready to get her head back in the game.
Even with the light so low, she had enough candle left for one song. So she sang, and she didn't stop, even when the white glow of her body outshined the lantern, until she had finished, now with proof of her renewed conviction.
Still, this remained the best spot she'd found for those times she felt the need to be alone, especially in the middle of the night. There was something about this secluded spot that felt familiar and comfortable by now. It was far enough outside town to not disturb anyone with her music, but close enough to feel safe.
The lamp she'd taken from her room (surely Greasewood wouldn't mind) gave off only faint light. She'd also brought his requinto, as usual. Tonight, however, the instrument remained in its case beside her, waiting patiently to be played. Instead, Kimiko lay curled around the lantern as she stared into the flickering flame inside, absorbing what little warmth it offered.
She'd heard the message through Betel's network. Encounters with legendaries - saints, as they were called here. Saints that wanted to fight them, for one reason or another. They, who'd done nothing but try to aid this world since arriving, in place of those who should be doing the same. These were the some of the supposed guardians of this world, who would rather waste their time with petty, selfish brawls while their world suffered rather than do anything to help it themselves. No, they thought a better use of their time and power was to pick a fight with the ones who were actually working to make a difference.
This world's Saints had called them to fight.
Kimiko didn't answer.
The rest of the Wayfarers had, of course. They'd been chosen for this, all of them, and had thrown themselves at their accepted duty against anything that had gotten in their way thus far. If this was going to be yet another obstacle in their way, it must be dealt with.
But while the rest of the team had split up and gone off in search of the trio, Kimiko remained behind, intentionally out of sight so no one would notice until it was too late. An easy enough feat when they were separating. By now, even possibly at this very moment, they were all probably either engaged in battle or about to be, while she lay here in the dirt, curled up around her lantern. But she couldn't join them. She wasn't ready. How could she be, when her thoughts were so scrambled? When her resolve had been shaken?
It had been one thing after another, and so many mysteries to unravel. The mayor. The Coven. Shadows. Cipher. Now the saints. Mhynt had suggested they would be so uncooperative that they'd need to murder them; she wanted no part of that. That's not why she was here. Even as she struggled with her own inadequacies, she'd done her very best to play the part she willingly chose to accept, to fight in defense of this world in it's time of need. But she was tired of the world fighting back.
She scoffed, sending dirt and sand swirling around the base of the lantern. That wasn't the real problem. That was what she'd agreed to take on, which just so happened to double as a convenient, surface level excuse to layer over her real issues. Out here, alone in the cold darkness, far from prying eyes and concerned questions, there was no point lying to herself about it.
No, the real problem, as always, was her emotions. She was homesick.
She'd been feeling it for a while, but meeting Sinopa drove the point home in a way she hadn't expected, and she'd yet to figure out how to deal with it. She missed Olivia. She missed the rest of her team, and Alex, and Michelle, and... She'd been so desperate to get away from the ghost problem, and it had taken this long to finally start sinking in just how much else she'd given up in exchange. Somehow, without realizing it, she'd gotten used to having someone to lean on. She'd forgotten how it felt to not have anyone to confide in, hadn't realized how much she'd started to depend on them to help her carry her emotional baggage. She'd traded one world's set of problems for another, and sacrificed her support network to do so.
Foolish. A stupid, hasty decision based on heated emotion.
How was anyone else coping with this? This wasn't the first time the thought crossed her mind; Everyone had given up something to accept their summons. Surely she couldn't be the only one missing the life they left behind, even knowing it was temporary. They'd been here a while now, certainly the longest time Kimiko had ever been away from her loved ones. And yet, everyone else had taken to their new calling with gusto, accepted their mission as though they had personal stakes on the line.
At least, on the outside. Maybe she could subtly ask around, try to gently pry feelings out of her allies.
A few names came to mind. The first one that really stood out to her was, ironically enough, not a fellow off-worlder, but Whimsicott Greasewood. He'd been nothing but friendly, helpful, and trustworthy towards her, and they'd already spent more than one evening sharing an after-hours chat while tidying up the saloon. The old barkeep's ear cliché was alive and well in him. He may not be able to relate, but surely he'd have advice worth listening to; he'd always had.
Along the same lines, the name that came attached to Grasewood and the saloon was Odette. They'd gotten along well after her apology, as she had originally anticipated. And there was that odd chance they were parallel universe clones or something, so if there was only one person who might understand her emotional struggle, there was no better guess.
The other name to catch her interest was Silver. Like Odette and herself, he had been a trainer where he came from, and both of them had had nothing but praise for their respective 'mon. Like her, they'd each considered their teams as family. If anyone would be missing their homes, it would be them - ones who she knew, like her, had left someone behind.
The thought of them brought the hint of a smile to her lips. Suddenly, she could feel Alex's voice, crystal clear in her mind, as though he sat right beside her.
You just answered your own problem.
Kimiko raised her head and looked around, blinking in the dark, just to be sure it was in her head and that no one had crept up on her. But the desert was quiet, save for the faint crackle of the lantern flame. She laid her head back down and stared again into the light.
She was in no mood for any cryptic code bullshit. In her mind's eye, she could see Alex roll his eyes, laughing at her for not picking up on what he'd told her, as though it were so stupidly obvious that even he'd understood. And almost immediately after, a memory surfaced, as though he'd pulled it out of the blue and pushed it at her; a memory from her conversation with Odette, after they'd had that shouting match...
And not a moment after that, another memory, this one with Silver, from their chat right here in this very spot.
To her surprise, one more memory surfaced... one of herself, speaking in response to Silver.
Her mental image of Alex grinned at her, arms crossed, looking smug. In his voice, she heard the words, You do have a support network here. It's your own fault for not using it.
For a moment, she considered thanking him, then realized she'd essentially be thanking herself. Instead, with a grin, Kimiko thought back, You're such an ass.
A memory of his laugh and his last words echoed through her mind; I miss you, too.
That laugh continued to echo and fade as she opened her eyes again. Still dark, and the lantern flame was low. How long ago had she dozed off? She sat herself up, blinking to adjust her vision, and the position of the moon told her she still had several hours until dawn. As she got her bearings, spotted the requinto, still in its case nearby. With a soft smile, she reached for it, and started to play.
There was nothing she could do about the saints now. Even if she knew how to get there, to any of them, the battles would long be finished by the time she arrived, whether in victory or defeat. She dropped the ball on this one, and she was probably going to have to answer for it from someone. Probably Greasewood first, when he inevitably caught her sneaking back to her room in the middle of the night. That was going to suck - no matter who questioned her - but she'd suck it up and own up to it. Because now, she could confidently say she felt ready to get her head back in the game.
Even with the light so low, she had enough candle left for one song. So she sang, and she didn't stop, even when the white glow of her body outshined the lantern, until she had finished, now with proof of her renewed conviction.
<><><>
[CH07] Christianity and Pokemorphs Are Real! [Odette & Dave]
Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
Normally, Odette's preferred training ground was the industrial district. Plenty of scrap metal and abandoned shit to take bites out of and whatnot. But, it felt like this training occasion required something a bit more discreet. More out of the way. It wasn't every day a mortal 'mon stole a legendary's (sorry, Saint's) move out from under their nose, and she wasn't sure just how much attention she wanted to draw to that yet. At least, not before she was certain she could use it well.
Those foul shadows began to engulf her again as she charged the move, taking aim at what was left of a dead tree. Not the sturdiest of targets, but it was plenty for what she was looking to accomplish. As she concentrated more, the shadows expanded, scorching off at their edges into eerie flame, and building until they shot forth in a ferocious line of anger and fire. They hit the tree with a pronounced 'WHOOSH,' and it was ash before the fire could spread up to the topmost branches.
Odette whistled to herself. "Christ. Now I know how Odile feels."
@Butterfree
Those foul shadows began to engulf her again as she charged the move, taking aim at what was left of a dead tree. Not the sturdiest of targets, but it was plenty for what she was looking to accomplish. As she concentrated more, the shadows expanded, scorching off at their edges into eerie flame, and building until they shot forth in a ferocious line of anger and fire. They hit the tree with a pronounced 'WHOOSH,' and it was ash before the fire could spread up to the topmost branches.
Odette whistled to herself. "Christ. Now I know how Odile feels."
@Butterfree
- Pronoun
- she/her
Dave didn't usually spend a lot of time on training, and when he did it was with the Escarpa, who knew their shit when it came to combat and would actually do practice fights, instead of just standing somewhere dumbly attacking nothing. But whether it was the evolution or the new move he'd picked up chasing Moltres or both, he was just fucking restless after it all, some Pokémon instinct itching to see what more he could do now, to feel that smooth iron determination where nothing else mattered and see it just fucking destroy something, and while he would've just ignored it and had a drink, that mental itch was driving him up a goddamn tree.
When he got to the town outskirts, though, he found he wasn't the only person to have had that idea. Just as he was approaching, a tree burst into crackling, dark flames so fast he was flinching before he'd processed what he was looking at. And on the ground below stood a familiar pink Mawile.
Right. That was the move Odette had picked up off Moltres. What the fuck was her story.
"Hey," he said. God, he was still getting used to actually being taller than people again. "That's fucking terrifying." He raised an eyebrow at Odette. "I knew some people had weird fucking moves they shouldn't be able to learn in this place, but casually duplicating a god's signature move while fighting them?"
When he got to the town outskirts, though, he found he wasn't the only person to have had that idea. Just as he was approaching, a tree burst into crackling, dark flames so fast he was flinching before he'd processed what he was looking at. And on the ground below stood a familiar pink Mawile.
Right. That was the move Odette had picked up off Moltres. What the fuck was her story.
"Hey," he said. God, he was still getting used to actually being taller than people again. "That's fucking terrifying." He raised an eyebrow at Odette. "I knew some people had weird fucking moves they shouldn't be able to learn in this place, but casually duplicating a god's signature move while fighting them?"
Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
Odette whirled around to face the source of the voice, and was equal parts relieved and startled to see it was just Dave, in all his newly-evolved glory. His upgraded form was going to take some getting used to, but she couldn’t help but think that the bigger, more menacing appearance suited him better; from what she knew and assumed of him, at least.
“Oh, that?” she said, feigning nonchalance at first. The facade broke as she shook her head and once again regarded what was left of the tree. “Yeah, that’s sure one way to put it. ‘Zubatshit’ or ‘insane’ would probably suffice, too.”
The follow-up felt a little pointed, but she really couldn’t blame him for asking point blank. It was strange; something she was still trying to wrap her own head around. And she supposed there were worse people on the team to approach her about it. She didn’t know Dave well, but the few conversations she had managed to have with him left her with no bad tastes in her mouth.
That didn’t stop her from fiddling with her sleeves as she stifled down an awkward laugh. “What can I say? I have a thing for finding creative ways to tell shitty authority figures to go fuck themselves,” she said.
Her crooked smile faltered a bit, and her gaze fell back to her hands. “Jokes aside, I couldn’t tell you how it happened, but I have a pretty good hypothesis about why it happened.” She flicked her fingers, causing them to flare up with those Saint-ly shadows again for a brief moment. When they petered out, she regarded Dave again with a little more dubiousness in her eye.
“Though I doubt you came all the way out have me fill your ear with my absolute lunacy. Sorry if I’m in your way; I usually don’t train out here, but today was a special occasion. Dead trees put up a hell of a fight, you know?”
“Oh, that?” she said, feigning nonchalance at first. The facade broke as she shook her head and once again regarded what was left of the tree. “Yeah, that’s sure one way to put it. ‘Zubatshit’ or ‘insane’ would probably suffice, too.”
The follow-up felt a little pointed, but she really couldn’t blame him for asking point blank. It was strange; something she was still trying to wrap her own head around. And she supposed there were worse people on the team to approach her about it. She didn’t know Dave well, but the few conversations she had managed to have with him left her with no bad tastes in her mouth.
That didn’t stop her from fiddling with her sleeves as she stifled down an awkward laugh. “What can I say? I have a thing for finding creative ways to tell shitty authority figures to go fuck themselves,” she said.
Her crooked smile faltered a bit, and her gaze fell back to her hands. “Jokes aside, I couldn’t tell you how it happened, but I have a pretty good hypothesis about why it happened.” She flicked her fingers, causing them to flare up with those Saint-ly shadows again for a brief moment. When they petered out, she regarded Dave again with a little more dubiousness in her eye.
“Though I doubt you came all the way out have me fill your ear with my absolute lunacy. Sorry if I’m in your way; I usually don’t train out here, but today was a special occasion. Dead trees put up a hell of a fight, you know?”
- Pronoun
- she/her
Dave cracked a grin at her comment about telling shitty authority figures to go fuck themselves. Whatever else, he liked Odette.
"I mean, this dead tree sure didn't stand much of a chance," he said, just as a charred branch cracked and fell to the ground with a thump. "Gone before you could fucking blink. Already mastered it?"
It was impressive, for sure. And also kind of fucking scary. He did not envy whatever Forlasan threat they were recruited to beat up next. Being offworlders in this place sure was something.
"I came out here to experiment a bit more with this aura bullshit move I picked up while chasing Moltres, but actually I'd been hoping to grab drinks with you sometime after all that. Like, there was picking up this move, and you also said something there about 'knowing wrathful legendaries'...?"
Jade had also known legendaries, negotiated with them. Was Odette's world a similar case, legendaries just sort of casually existing alongside humans? Was that another thing that was more common than not in this insane fucking multiverse?
"I mean, this dead tree sure didn't stand much of a chance," he said, just as a charred branch cracked and fell to the ground with a thump. "Gone before you could fucking blink. Already mastered it?"
It was impressive, for sure. And also kind of fucking scary. He did not envy whatever Forlasan threat they were recruited to beat up next. Being offworlders in this place sure was something.
"I came out here to experiment a bit more with this aura bullshit move I picked up while chasing Moltres, but actually I'd been hoping to grab drinks with you sometime after all that. Like, there was picking up this move, and you also said something there about 'knowing wrathful legendaries'...?"
Jade had also known legendaries, negotiated with them. Was Odette's world a similar case, legendaries just sort of casually existing alongside humans? Was that another thing that was more common than not in this insane fucking multiverse?
Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
“Mastered?” she repeated. She fell silent as a thought overcame her. “Yeah, I guess so. Something, something, second nature. That, or I just need higher level trees to fire off at.”
She was about to leave it at that, but let out a deflated chuckle. “To be fair, I…haven’t really stopped messing with it since I got patched up after the fight. Kids with new toys you know? Well, provided you want to compare a Saint’s move to a fucking toy, but you get the idea.”
Her brows jumped up when he inquired about drinks. She tilted her head as a smile that teetered on the line between surprised and flattered played on her lips. “You sure you wanna subject yourself to that? Not to say I’m not up to it, but I’m warning you, I walk the fine line between being an utter shit drinking partner and maybe being able to keep you entertained with a couple of assholeish quips here and there. Depends on the night. And the drink.”
Her laugh that time around was a little more mirthless. With the way the conversation was already headed, she actually wouldn’t have minded a drink in her system. “Mm. That I did.”
She momentarily wondered what Dave did in his world to have such an interest in that. Was he like a Koa; a legend chaser? Or just somebody who was genuinely curious about what she’d said? It was there that she recalled their first 1-1 conversation, and how he seemed to know the pain of a dealing with cults and the like. She’d already had to explain herself to numerous people already; she supposed it’d be easy to talk it through with somebody who likely had some semblance of an idea of what she might have been dealing with.
“Forgive me for keeping tabs on your use of expletives, but I can only assume by your tendency to speak the Lord Jesus Christ’s name in vain that you’re at least semi aware of Christianity/Catholicism, etcetera?” she asked with a quirked brow. “And by extension you probably know what the Seven Deadly Sins are?”
Sighing deeply, she slowly rolled her eyes up toward the sky, shoving her hands into her pockets as she went. “Well. They’re also a thing where I’m from. However, the Deadly Sins in my world happen to be personified by a line of very…dangerous legendaries.” She shrugged. “They made them what they are, or whatever. They’re legendaries, that, uh, to put it as simply as I can, gain most of their power by tethering themselves to a vessel. Possession, if you will.”
Pressing her lips into a tight line, she raised a hand to count off on her fingers as she listed. “Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Pride, Lust, Sloth…” she trailed off and gestured to herself. “…and guess who had the pleasure of ending up with Wrath.
She was about to leave it at that, but let out a deflated chuckle. “To be fair, I…haven’t really stopped messing with it since I got patched up after the fight. Kids with new toys you know? Well, provided you want to compare a Saint’s move to a fucking toy, but you get the idea.”
Her brows jumped up when he inquired about drinks. She tilted her head as a smile that teetered on the line between surprised and flattered played on her lips. “You sure you wanna subject yourself to that? Not to say I’m not up to it, but I’m warning you, I walk the fine line between being an utter shit drinking partner and maybe being able to keep you entertained with a couple of assholeish quips here and there. Depends on the night. And the drink.”
Her laugh that time around was a little more mirthless. With the way the conversation was already headed, she actually wouldn’t have minded a drink in her system. “Mm. That I did.”
She momentarily wondered what Dave did in his world to have such an interest in that. Was he like a Koa; a legend chaser? Or just somebody who was genuinely curious about what she’d said? It was there that she recalled their first 1-1 conversation, and how he seemed to know the pain of a dealing with cults and the like. She’d already had to explain herself to numerous people already; she supposed it’d be easy to talk it through with somebody who likely had some semblance of an idea of what she might have been dealing with.
“Forgive me for keeping tabs on your use of expletives, but I can only assume by your tendency to speak the Lord Jesus Christ’s name in vain that you’re at least semi aware of Christianity/Catholicism, etcetera?” she asked with a quirked brow. “And by extension you probably know what the Seven Deadly Sins are?”
Sighing deeply, she slowly rolled her eyes up toward the sky, shoving her hands into her pockets as she went. “Well. They’re also a thing where I’m from. However, the Deadly Sins in my world happen to be personified by a line of very…dangerous legendaries.” She shrugged. “They made them what they are, or whatever. They’re legendaries, that, uh, to put it as simply as I can, gain most of their power by tethering themselves to a vessel. Possession, if you will.”
Pressing her lips into a tight line, she raised a hand to count off on her fingers as she listed. “Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Pride, Lust, Sloth…” she trailed off and gestured to herself. “…and guess who had the pleasure of ending up with Wrath.
- Pronoun
- she/her
Dave blinked. Then blinked again. "Wait, wait, wait. Christianity is real in your world? Like, actual literal demons and sins and omnipotent three-in-one God who made humanity in his own image and sent his only son to be crucified and resurrected for our sins, or just, there are some creepy legendary Pokémon and we've decided they're representative of sins because some guy we've decided is a prophet said so?"
What the fuck. He had the weirdest fucking sensation of unreality in his chest, squeezing on his lungs. Even if it was the latter, downright unsettling to have a world with real legendary Pokémon that still developed the exact same fucking human-centered religion? Unless it was just Betel's translation turning unrelated terms into the closest analogue or some shit? But she'd specifically referenced him taking Jesus's name in vain, which, if Betel was cheerfully translating that into random religious figures from other worlds and not generic swearing, he was going to have to have some words with Betel.
What the fuck. He had the weirdest fucking sensation of unreality in his chest, squeezing on his lungs. Even if it was the latter, downright unsettling to have a world with real legendary Pokémon that still developed the exact same fucking human-centered religion? Unless it was just Betel's translation turning unrelated terms into the closest analogue or some shit? But she'd specifically referenced him taking Jesus's name in vain, which, if Betel was cheerfully translating that into random religious figures from other worlds and not generic swearing, he was going to have to have some words with Betel.
Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
Odette squinted at him, though it seemed to be more because she was mulling something over in her own head, and not because she was scrutinizing his question.
“…neither,” she said with an air of finality. “They are creepy. There is some fucking asshole who thinks he’s a prophet and likes to preach about them. But it’s a little simpler than that. They were outcast legendaries created by a one called Arceus to embody and bottle up these ‘core stains on mortality,’” she said with air quotes, “but got tired of being told what to do and rebelled. Stories of that little endeavor got telephoned around for a few millennia, other religions popped up and came up with their own spin on the story, the real story got buried, and here we are with me relaying all this to you while you look on like I just told you I myself am a cracked out prophet in my own right.”
She let her words settle around him before continuing, now regarding him with more of an apologetic look. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I’d already teetered into ‘info dump.’ Don’t want to, uh, overload you or anything. I guess you…don’t really have religions where you’re from? Or it’s just not something you believe in?”
“…neither,” she said with an air of finality. “They are creepy. There is some fucking asshole who thinks he’s a prophet and likes to preach about them. But it’s a little simpler than that. They were outcast legendaries created by a one called Arceus to embody and bottle up these ‘core stains on mortality,’” she said with air quotes, “but got tired of being told what to do and rebelled. Stories of that little endeavor got telephoned around for a few millennia, other religions popped up and came up with their own spin on the story, the real story got buried, and here we are with me relaying all this to you while you look on like I just told you I myself am a cracked out prophet in my own right.”
She let her words settle around him before continuing, now regarding him with more of an apologetic look. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I’d already teetered into ‘info dump.’ Don’t want to, uh, overload you or anything. I guess you…don’t really have religions where you’re from? Or it’s just not something you believe in?”
- Pronoun
- she/her
Okay. Okay. That made a bit more sense. "Oh, yeah, we've got religions. Christianity's the most widespread, can't escape it where I'm from. My parents were evangelicals. But, you know, they're myths. Most people believe because it's what they were told, doesn't make it true. Every religion's got a totally different incompatible story of what gods exist and what they want from humanity, and there's no observable evidence for any of them. Universe looks exactly how it'd look if it was just the laws of physics and human imagination, so why even hypothesize a God."
Arceus... Odette had mentioned a religion with Arceus at the center of it on the way to Obstine Abbey, hadn't she. "But so... you're saying Arceus is actually real over there? As in, verified, literally exists? Or, I guess you would've heard all that through your, uh, legendary partner?" If a legendary Pokémon representing sin in the world's major religions tells you the capital-G God of one of them exists and personally cast them out of the Garden of Eden or whatever, should you believe them? How in the world did he get here, to being a dog in a world of cowboy Pokémon asking himself this question?
...Had Odette called herself a vessel of the legendary of wrath? Was that why her jaws went off when she was pissed?
Arceus... Odette had mentioned a religion with Arceus at the center of it on the way to Obstine Abbey, hadn't she. "But so... you're saying Arceus is actually real over there? As in, verified, literally exists? Or, I guess you would've heard all that through your, uh, legendary partner?" If a legendary Pokémon representing sin in the world's major religions tells you the capital-G God of one of them exists and personally cast them out of the Garden of Eden or whatever, should you believe them? How in the world did he get here, to being a dog in a world of cowboy Pokémon asking himself this question?
...Had Odette called herself a vessel of the legendary of wrath? Was that why her jaws went off when she was pissed?