Suddenly in the midst of a Summer Festival--

[ulternnpc]

 

There's a distinct sound of waves, and bustling of people nearby.

In the coastal city of Turnbloom the sun is bright and warm, and the scent of the sea wafts through with the cool gentle breeze that makes the glittering pinwheels spin, and the leaves on the palm tree dance.

Today the streets are extra decorated with these cute, colorful and floral shaped pinwheels. It seemed the people who were out in the streets were dressed in colorful summer attire--either casual, or the more traditional yukata. It seemed like with the booths were set out for both food and games for festival of some kind that was currently underway.

Just how did you get here, and why? A mystery, and it seemed the people in the streets didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as they go about enjoying their time out on this bright sunny day.

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[mythvology]

[ What a lovely expression. He tries to not enjoy it too much. Being referred to as Wielder fills his ego and manages to bristle him in all the same word. That was his legacy. For nothing. He still thinks he should make Arceus rue that decision, but... ]

Would that The Almighty could be bothered. [ He says, flippantly, no small amount of sarcasm. ]

[ Then, more considering; ] Unless this is their doing, seeing as you're here too.

[giratina]

...Perhaps... that is so. [The words form slowly as Giratina turns the thought over. Certainly, it would take a lot of power to confine him to one section of the globe. And things here seem mostly stable in the clearly not going to explode any minute sense, unlike Hisui in its spacetime heyday. Which makes Palkia's and Dialga's interference-- or their little copycats, Celebi's and Hoopa's-- unlikely. Arceus might be having a field day with them.

Privately Giratina is much more sure. It has been so, so, so long since his time among humans in Hisui. Human children live such short lives, or at very least they change very quickly. And yet here Volo stands, in the same clothes, with the same voice, with the same resentment in his heart. Surely then, this is a trial handed down to them? Perhaps the Lady Mother is testing her truant son one last time?

But he is not ready to voice that yet. Instead the dragon turns its head away from Volo, casting its gaze down the shoreline.]

Our purpose here is unclear. [...] Not that the Just One acts in a manner comprehendible by us.

[mythvology]

[ He waggles his finger. ] So you do still have some embers in you after all.

[ Volo is already getting the impression of a calmer Giratina... his tone more quietly contemplative, resigned, even calm or... regal, in a way. Volo found it both enviable and frustrating. He had to accept his defeat that day, that his story was over... but his blood still boiled with resentment. His feelings needed more time to simmer, the kind of time a Pokemon like Giratina could be afforded. But, at least they still had something in common. ]

So then, do indulge me old friend... where did you go? How long has it been?

[ He counted the days, for a while. He went looking, then gave up. Even the loneliest thing left him alone. ]

[giratina]

[Volo's tease earns a low rumble and a huff. He is not the only person (or, well, pokemon) to rib Tina for going soft... and knowing it's true wounds his pride a little. Who knew behaving well was going to be so cringe?

The dragon is less immediately forthcoming on the questions, though. Volo is not really asking for his exact location since their last meeting: the meaning behind his inquiry is obvious enough.

Giratina gazes opaquely at his Wielder. This is more difficult than he expected. Must he admit to callous abandonment so bluntly?]

...It has been... some time.

["Guilt" is not an emotion Giratina is used to. Still, the Volo in front of him looks young. He is certainly not dead, in any case. Perhaps Giratina is to see this strange happenstance as a chance at redemption.]

In the aftermath I could not be at your side. I am sure you understand that much.

[mythvology]

[ So cringe! Volo would be petty and judge him more if he could get over his own butthurt feelings first.

He also thinks this would be easier; that he'd already let go of Giratina but the more he stands before him the Pokemon the more all those feelings of comradery rush back; the exciting discovery he made of Giratina's neglected statue, how much he related to his banishment and suffering, feeling like he was the only person in the world who understood, the thrill of wielding raw power and antimatter—together. He crosses his arms, refrains from outright pouting or sulking. ]

Sure. Yeah. I understand. [ He's so bitter. ] If I couldn't do it then no one can.

[ NO ONE EVER TRIED THAT AGAIN, RIGHT. ]

[giratina]

[Oh.... he's sulking. Giratina has never been in the business of comforting someone before, let alone when it was his fault in the first place, so the pause in the conversation is palpably awkward.

--Oh, but wait. Now that they're here....]

Though... [The draconic stare becomes harder somehow.] I am curious to know.

When you suggested the Beloved Child's professor add me to their blasted encyclopedia... was that out of respect, or spite?

[The kid totally fucking came and walloped him again :/]

[mythvology]

[ Whatever sulking he was doing quirks into a forced smirk. It still manages to look petulant, lacks all the bite of any real spite despite his best efforts. ]

Despite what you did [ that was— turn tail and run. ]

I thought it'd be better ode than a crumbling statue.

[ He shrugs, now having to put less effort in masking his usual smarmy attitude. ]

I do hope it was a fitting likeness they captured of you.

[giratina]

[Giratina huffs grouchily but doesn't complain any further, opting to once more avert his gaze. The creature again makes no immediate reply.

Volo's expression and tone cloak it a bit, but.. that gesture counts as some genuine kindness, doesn't it? Or maybe it's more his insatiable thirst for runes, for discovery of the ancient, that drove him to finally share such findings with someone.]

...Even so.

[Giratina can do this too, he thinks. He can admit some reminiscent fondness easily construed as simple pride.]

Even so, you were— are— still my only wielder.