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Cresselia92
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“Oh dear…” Kotone whispered, pressing her paws once again to her mouth. Whatever Nova implied with that comment definitely didn’t soothe her growing worry.
Feeling her mind starting to churn out horrifying potential scenarios, she immediately followed up with a question, “Um, and how’re things back home? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Surely it couldn’t be that much worse compared to Forlas and its countless problems, right?
Feeling her mind starting to churn out horrifying potential scenarios, she immediately followed up with a question, “Um, and how’re things back home? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Surely it couldn’t be that much worse compared to Forlas and its countless problems, right?
Ambyssin
Uh oh! Back to the lab again!
- Pronoun
- He/Him
Cresselia92
Monster Coach
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So it was worse. Much, much worse than any draft of horrifying scenarios that had briefly crossed her mind, and those were very far from pretty. But even while lost in her stupor, Kotone managed to latch onto a few relevant key points of Nova’s answer.
“Arceus…” she parroted, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and recognition. “The Alpha? That Arceus??”
Of course, if she were currently of calm mind, Kotone would have said to herself, ‘duh, of course it’s that Arceus, what other Arceus could they be?’ and giggle it off, and she would have rattled off about how Nova changing types made so much sense now and perhaps started some passionate rambling about the various legends of Arceus in her own world.
But there were those other points that were far more relevant: time-space breaking isn’t that what happened on the ship, too…?; Nova made out of a plate; Self-Destruct. And by the way Nova looked at the sky, seemingly lost in thought, it wasn’t the kind of Voltorb-like explosion that was extremely painful, but not lethal. No. What awaited Nova sounded far more… permanent.
Whatever soul had been born from that plate, was it going to… vanish to nothingness? Just like that, as if it had never existed? How was that going to be like? Death but worse, without recycling of souls? How could something be worse than death? What was it like to be deader than dead? Would he even know or feel anything in the first place without a body, a heart or a soul?
‘This means… that Forlas will be his last and only chance to have some form of existence.‘ Kotone rubbed her eyes with her paws. Her fingers were now wet. ‘His last shot at life…’
Kotone wished to say something so badly. Anything at all. But what words of comfort could she offer about this? They would feel nice and sweet but still be empty and useless.
Since her mind was done doing the talking, Kotone let her heart do the acting. She steadied herself, letting the book slip off of her back, and leapt to hug Nova around his neck, holding the massive neck tight with her tiny arms.
“…I’m sorry…” she muttered. Sparks of something rose from her pink pelt, making it glow with a faint rosy green tint.
“I’m so sorry…” she continued, armed with the intense desire to help in some way, no matter how senseless her efforts could have sounded.
And her soul shone brightly, seeping its aura into Nova. A sensation akin to a walk in a lush forest, fresh and energizing, grounding someone back to Mother Nature. A gentle guardian watching over them, tiny but powerful, bringing back joyful memories, even forgotten ones. The warm smiles of friends, the challenges faced together as a team, the successes and shared bonds between ‘mons and humans alike.
No matter how different they were, they were still breathing the same air and living the same space. Even if their souls would have been separated someday and even ceased to exist, those moments were written in the fabric of the multiverse. And those memories were there to stay.
“Arceus…” she parroted, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and recognition. “The Alpha? That Arceus??”
Of course, if she were currently of calm mind, Kotone would have said to herself, ‘duh, of course it’s that Arceus, what other Arceus could they be?’ and giggle it off, and she would have rattled off about how Nova changing types made so much sense now and perhaps started some passionate rambling about the various legends of Arceus in her own world.
But there were those other points that were far more relevant: time-space breaking isn’t that what happened on the ship, too…?; Nova made out of a plate; Self-Destruct. And by the way Nova looked at the sky, seemingly lost in thought, it wasn’t the kind of Voltorb-like explosion that was extremely painful, but not lethal. No. What awaited Nova sounded far more… permanent.
Whatever soul had been born from that plate, was it going to… vanish to nothingness? Just like that, as if it had never existed? How was that going to be like? Death but worse, without recycling of souls? How could something be worse than death? What was it like to be deader than dead? Would he even know or feel anything in the first place without a body, a heart or a soul?
‘This means… that Forlas will be his last and only chance to have some form of existence.‘ Kotone rubbed her eyes with her paws. Her fingers were now wet. ‘His last shot at life…’
Kotone wished to say something so badly. Anything at all. But what words of comfort could she offer about this? They would feel nice and sweet but still be empty and useless.
Since her mind was done doing the talking, Kotone let her heart do the acting. She steadied herself, letting the book slip off of her back, and leapt to hug Nova around his neck, holding the massive neck tight with her tiny arms.
“…I’m sorry…” she muttered. Sparks of something rose from her pink pelt, making it glow with a faint rosy green tint.
“I’m so sorry…” she continued, armed with the intense desire to help in some way, no matter how senseless her efforts could have sounded.
And her soul shone brightly, seeping its aura into Nova. A sensation akin to a walk in a lush forest, fresh and energizing, grounding someone back to Mother Nature. A gentle guardian watching over them, tiny but powerful, bringing back joyful memories, even forgotten ones. The warm smiles of friends, the challenges faced together as a team, the successes and shared bonds between ‘mons and humans alike.
No matter how different they were, they were still breathing the same air and living the same space. Even if their souls would have been separated someday and even ceased to exist, those moments were written in the fabric of the multiverse. And those memories were there to stay.
Ambyssin
Uh oh! Back to the lab again!
- Pronoun
- He/Him
"Heh." Nova's cheek bolts turned once. "Looks like some of that power's beginning to show up already." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.
"There's nothing to apologize for. I've made my peace with things," he said. "Besides, the fact that I'm even here means that the end isn't really the end. I guess souls are funny like that."
"There's nothing to apologize for. I've made my peace with things," he said. "Besides, the fact that I'm even here means that the end isn't really the end. I guess souls are funny like that."
Cresselia92
Monster Coach
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- she/her
Hearing Nova’s voice was enough to snap Kotone out of her whatever-supercharged-energy trance that was flooding her entire essence — did she accidentally learn Aromatherapy or something? — and she loosened her grip to slide back to the base of the chimera’s neck. She shook her head to clear that weird sensation and her thoughts, deciding to mentally bookmark that discovery for later.
Sadness still wrapped around her mind like a thick serpentine fog, but as she studied Nova’s surprisingly chill endeavor, she started to assuage her turbulent and existentially dreadful thoughts. (Gosh! Was she really that more upset about Nova’s fate than he was? Unreal!!)
Nova had accepted what awaited him; this much was obvious. It didn’t mean she had to feel happy about this, of course. And yet, wasn’t her philosophy to live life to its fullest and enjoy every single second of existence? Mom taught her that despite knowing well that she wouldn’t have lived to see her daughter growing…
“…Souls are weird, yup! Extremely durable and adaptable, too, by judging what little info the gods fed drip to us mere mortals,” Kotone chimed in with a light joking lily, only wishing to dispel the sad aura still clinging to her. She sighed and smiled softly. “Well, whatever twist of fate or force of the multiverse had happened to summon you here, I’m glad I’ve got to meet you, Nova~!”
The Buneary’s smile stretched to one of her warm grins. “So let’s make the best outta this situation, yeah? We could do something fun, like…” She blinked and unconsciously shook her head. Silly rabbit dopamine shot! “Oooh! I know! What d’you think about going to the orchard? Maybe we can buy some Apricorns and I can brew you one of my special Aprijuices!” She tapped her chest proudly. “I’ve got all stars at a Master Brewer competition, so lemme treat you with something outta this world — literally speaking!”
Sadness still wrapped around her mind like a thick serpentine fog, but as she studied Nova’s surprisingly chill endeavor, she started to assuage her turbulent and existentially dreadful thoughts. (Gosh! Was she really that more upset about Nova’s fate than he was? Unreal!!)
Nova had accepted what awaited him; this much was obvious. It didn’t mean she had to feel happy about this, of course. And yet, wasn’t her philosophy to live life to its fullest and enjoy every single second of existence? Mom taught her that despite knowing well that she wouldn’t have lived to see her daughter growing…
“…Souls are weird, yup! Extremely durable and adaptable, too, by judging what little info the gods fed drip to us mere mortals,” Kotone chimed in with a light joking lily, only wishing to dispel the sad aura still clinging to her. She sighed and smiled softly. “Well, whatever twist of fate or force of the multiverse had happened to summon you here, I’m glad I’ve got to meet you, Nova~!”
The Buneary’s smile stretched to one of her warm grins. “So let’s make the best outta this situation, yeah? We could do something fun, like…” She blinked and unconsciously shook her head. Silly rabbit dopamine shot! “Oooh! I know! What d’you think about going to the orchard? Maybe we can buy some Apricorns and I can brew you one of my special Aprijuices!” She tapped her chest proudly. “I’ve got all stars at a Master Brewer competition, so lemme treat you with something outta this world — literally speaking!”
Ambyssin
Uh oh! Back to the lab again!
- Pronoun
- He/Him
"Apricorns? Dunno if they've got those." Nova hummed in thought. Sure, some of them had the poke balls Giovanni had supplied them with. But apricorns on a world like this, with humans who had the knowledge to make poke balls with them, would no doubt spell trouble.
"But they've definitely got other fruits and veggies around," he said. "I think. Never been. Just get what I need from the stores in town."
"But they've definitely got other fruits and veggies around," he said. "I think. Never been. Just get what I need from the stores in town."
Cresselia92
Monster Coach
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- she/her
“Awww, for real?! But I really wished to find out what Apricorns taste like with my new bunny tongue! They’re not edible for humans so I was so curious!” whined Kotone with a frowny pout, before sighing and shrugging in defeat. “Oh well! That’s okay. I can still prepare a really mean smoothie. That’d be a good alternative, too.”
Kotone paused to focus a little on their surroundings. Was that the way to the market? She couldn’t really tell, and the notion made her wish she had her Pokégear to consult the Map app.
“Anyway! I kinda imagined you were the old, wise hermit kinda guy. Your, um, rustic attire sorta gave that away,” she commented with a smile, making sure to let through her soft voice that she wasn’t criticizing — merely pointing out details. “Which, I’d say it’s fine! Considering how chaotic life and social pressure can be, it’s good to know when it’s best to keep some distance.”
Kotone looked away, and her voice tinted with nostalgia. “I don’t think I’d be able to live like that, y’know? I was raised in a daycare with a farm by my grandparents, and I grew up always surrounded by Pokémon. One of… the ‘mons I remember best from my toddler days was a Kangaskhan who fostered orphaned and unwanted babies and, well, she kinda raised me like one of her cubs.” Kotone took a deep breath, feeling both heartened and disheartened by the memories. “At least she and my grandparents filled the hole left behind by my workaholic father, back when I needed it most…”
Kotone paused to focus a little on their surroundings. Was that the way to the market? She couldn’t really tell, and the notion made her wish she had her Pokégear to consult the Map app.
“Anyway! I kinda imagined you were the old, wise hermit kinda guy. Your, um, rustic attire sorta gave that away,” she commented with a smile, making sure to let through her soft voice that she wasn’t criticizing — merely pointing out details. “Which, I’d say it’s fine! Considering how chaotic life and social pressure can be, it’s good to know when it’s best to keep some distance.”
Kotone looked away, and her voice tinted with nostalgia. “I don’t think I’d be able to live like that, y’know? I was raised in a daycare with a farm by my grandparents, and I grew up always surrounded by Pokémon. One of… the ‘mons I remember best from my toddler days was a Kangaskhan who fostered orphaned and unwanted babies and, well, she kinda raised me like one of her cubs.” Kotone took a deep breath, feeling both heartened and disheartened by the memories. “At least she and my grandparents filled the hole left behind by my workaholic father, back when I needed it most…”
Cresselia92
Monster Coach
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- she/her
Kotone perked up at that, her ears twitching. “Ah. So you’ve heard of them.”
She leaned slightly and nodded, then added, “But yeah! That’s what our daycare is for! Since it’s close to a busy city with a looot of very busy people, some of them drop of their partners to our daycare for the time they’re at work or at school. Think of it like a… small hotel for Pokémon friends, in a sense.”
Her gaze wandered upwards as she jogged more of her memory. “And also yes. We’re one of the few places that has a hatchery, too. Between many… huh, happy accidents between ‘mons who are veeery much in love and unknown eggs appearing mysteriously by Celebi’s shrine — the guardian of our forest, y’see! — there’re always fresh batches of cute babies waiting to join the rest of the world.”
But then, Kotone narrowed her eyes, letting a mixture of annoyance and disgruntlement spill through her gaze and voice. “Now, if only some elitist Trainers didn’t dump countless innocent babies just for the sake of getting Pokémon with ‘the best individual value’, as they call them, or Pokémon with unique coloring just for bragging rights and clout…”
She leaned slightly and nodded, then added, “But yeah! That’s what our daycare is for! Since it’s close to a busy city with a looot of very busy people, some of them drop of their partners to our daycare for the time they’re at work or at school. Think of it like a… small hotel for Pokémon friends, in a sense.”
Her gaze wandered upwards as she jogged more of her memory. “And also yes. We’re one of the few places that has a hatchery, too. Between many… huh, happy accidents between ‘mons who are veeery much in love and unknown eggs appearing mysteriously by Celebi’s shrine — the guardian of our forest, y’see! — there’re always fresh batches of cute babies waiting to join the rest of the world.”
But then, Kotone narrowed her eyes, letting a mixture of annoyance and disgruntlement spill through her gaze and voice. “Now, if only some elitist Trainers didn’t dump countless innocent babies just for the sake of getting Pokémon with ‘the best individual value’, as they call them, or Pokémon with unique coloring just for bragging rights and clout…”