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"Did you have a good time, sister?" Raiden said, his voice light. They met at their appointed spot when they were ready to depart. Neither expected to walk with such gifts but they were happy all the same.

"Yes I did, brother!" Mariko chimed. "I met this wonderful Cresselia. I thought I had offended her but she was quite nice! Then I met a tiny Goomy and!"

Mo'o, awaiting at the shore, watched the pair as Mariko continued excitedly. Look at that smile... a quiet thought as she noticed the young man smiling. She couldn't recall the last time she seen him a picture of ease. "I know you both have plenty to share but we must get going. Remember your song?"

"Oh! Yes, Mo'o! You are right!"

They both seemed to take a look of longing before setting off upon Mo'o's back. There was plenty to speak about indeed.

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Raiden and Mariko stood together presenting their offers for the Magi. Although careful, it was easy to see the interest in the pair.

"We offer these gifts to you in the hopes of receiving answers," Raiden speaks first. In his hands there were assortment flowers, berries and scale from Mo'o. "We both are lost in ways more than one. I have my own problems to deal with, being a leader when I have no experience doing so. Its... hard. If there is a way to handle this better, I will appreciate the advise.

"And I wish to see the world has in store for us. I want to see but it worries me. If the world would reject me for what I am. But I want to face it strong. So please if you can some words."

[The lights descend to the pair, floating steadily in the air before them. Mariko at least could see that they were rather calm in appearance, the Jirachi tilting their head slightly as if thinking.]

[A few more moments pass as the trio look to each other, the Victini then revealing themselves briefly to Raiden as they decorate the duo with matching accessories-for Mariko an iridescent shawl, for Raiden a scarf of equal caliber. Woven through the fabric appear different flowers-goldenrod, phlox, and thistle.]

Your woes are more alike than you would think, young ones.

The strengths of a leader come with time, and with experience. But the most important trait of a leader is humility, to ask others for assistance when you have lost your way. Strength is in numbers, and while it may be difficult to open yourself to others and risk the potential of being harmed, it often opens the doors to alliances you wouldn't have dreamed of.

The world can be a harsh one, but you must be able to trust in yourself and in those around you. The potential harm that others may inflict upon you is a reflection of themselves, not of you. Strength and trust in your convictions, in your heart, and in others.

We know that these may not seem of benefit to your true forms, but we hope these articles of clothing offer you a sense of encouragement, bring to you harmony, and a sense of nobility in your actions.

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My closing is going to be late. I know it in my bones because I want a panel MAYBE. These two are my precious babies. Then we go back to Big old Susano after)

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(@askpokecallcenter ) Choro observed Raidens convo with the young 'Rai from the hammocks. "Yikes". Choro gets up from the hammock and approches the Lugia. "Oi. Even tho you blend in, you stand out like a sore thumb. Boy, you're stiffer than my nan getting run over. Relax! No ones gonna bite yo ass." She sits on the sand, slightly touching the water with her toe beans. "You lookin at the stars? I find comfort staring at them too. You look like the type who knows about constellations and shit. You got a favorite? And those Miniors. Why do they have all different colours?? Poprocks for Rayquaza?", rambles Choro on.

Raiden gritted his teeth as he listened. The way Purrloin spoke grated on his nerves. Nonchalant, casual. Rude. “I'm not afraid,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “It pays off to be careful in places you have never been to.” In spite of the welcoming atmosphere, he was still wary. 

But now she got into his good graces, mentioning the stars. He exhaled. “Comfort is one thing. If I had to describe it, it stops me from getting lost. It keeps me… centered.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “It's always been like that for me and as for my favorite is hard for me to say,” he shrugged.

 The easiest answer would have been the brightest star in the sky, the one that has always been his guiding compass since his travels. But it was too easy. 

The truth was, his knowledge on their names was very limited. It was the reason Mo’o words teased a particular part of his brain. The part that thirsted for knowledge. He knew of one location to seek his answers but he was never so bold to enter it while he was so unsure. 

But his eyes started to shine. “You know nothing about Miniors? Upon hitting the Earth's surface they absorb different minerals upon hitting the surface and in turn cause a reaction within their cores to bring out different colors!?” He was… animated, his hands flying out of his pockets as he continued. “The yellow is such a wonderful hue. I wish I could get my hands on one of them to truly see how they are but… why are you speaking about Rayquaza and Poprocks…”

He seemed to put two and two together, his expression horrified. “They eat them? Rayquaza eats Minior!? That's disgusting! Pointless! For what reason?!” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don't understand why anyone would eat them! Is this type of sick joke?! This isn't funny!” 

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Happy munday! Hope your body cooperates with ya 🫡

What tends to come to you first? Is it figuring out worldbuilding before the characters, or do the characters dictate how the world is gonna function for your stuff? Maybe a mix of both?

Hmmm admittedly I kinda flip flop between a mix and the character making the world?? But it's very loose.

I sometimes would have the bare bones of a world set. Some mechanics, a system if there is one, then I would gently place the characters in there. Then the world would grow and flourish as I develop the characters and what would the possible places of interest and people of importance would appear for the characters to seek out and receive advice or assistance from.

Example would be my first works.

Though honestly I think the best approach, to me, is you make the characters first then they dictate how the world is like so you don't have to keep constant editing things. Though I'm editing things as it is now but it's more so adding it instead of removing you know. Because once you remove, it can create some voids or it can be even harder to work with that then it can be problematic if I'm explaining it properly.

sleepy brain speaking.

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“...I thought as much,” Raiden said, his face struggling to maintain neutrality while his thoughts raced. “I truly don't know much of my world and its rules. These are old stories that were taught to me by some people I came across.” He wasn't completely sure to put his full faith into old mythos but he was respectful all the same when they whispered tales. 

“Though certainly father becoming a celestial being would be a thought.” He struggled to be optimistic, unable to hide the wavering in his tone. He would be expected to fill in the void should his father ever leave his position and… 

He wasn't ready. 

His hands tightened into fists. 

Not even close. 

“It would only be right that he would be reborn. I will never forget the chance he allowed me and my sister to live and flourish. But it has been hard.” The first sign of fatigue, his eyes bleak. “I had it easy during my young life under my father's care. Sometimes I wish I could go back to it. To have an opportunity to say goodbye to him properly. Not the way that we had.”

His smile was brittle, a lapse from the stern, stoic behavior he had adopted. A glimpse of how he was, how he is, “But I find myself not wanting to utter that word. “Goodbye” is not something I want to say to him. I want to say "Welcome Home.”

He shuddered, the mask sliding back in place as a stray breeze rolled through. He tightened the scarf around his neck, pulling it over his mouth. “Really I have said too much. These words of Kindness you say to me I have. I hardly afford it to strangers, that is something my sister has in spades. But Will. That is what I have. My Will is my own and no one else.”

But he blinked. How easily she could read him. Every word of what she said was true for the young Legend. That love burned brighter than the brightest star hanging above. So when she offered a stardust feather, he took it without hesitation. 

His eyes were clear as he held it close to his chest. “Thank you for reminding me what that feeling is. I have much to think about after this evening. Please enjoy what is left of it. I wish I could offer a gift that is equally as valuable. I feel it would be inadequate but I will keep this close.”  

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(@ask-dawnanddusk) Carefully, slowly, Maksviah approached Raiden. She spoke gently but clearly, or as gentle as one of her stature could be. “Greetings, fierce and young lord of storms. I do hope you have been enjoying your time on this kind isle. This night is most lovely, and it would be a shame to waste away in worry.”

“For another reason I have approached you. I have noticed the mention of stars and other such things from you, and was most curious. As clearly seen, I am linked with stars and space in a unique way, and was wondering what thoughts you hold on the subject. I am also willing to share mine own perspective on these wonders, should you wish to hear them. Speaking of stars is always a delight, especially to another who is fond of them as I am.”

Beneath his bangs, Raiden peered up, lost for words at the lofty being dwarfing his person. “I-.” He stammered. He inhaled deeply. Her gentle tone encouraged him to relax, if only a tad. She hadn’t meant any harm, speaking to him calmly, “The formalities aren’t necessary. I haven’t earned the title you call me. That belongs to my father,” he said, wistful. “I don’t think I can waste the night away sulking.” 

Truthful, he was enjoying himself. The earlier tension he felt initially was gone. Speaking with Luxu and a few others had assuage his worries. A sighting of his sister singing her heart out brought a slight smile. “This night is faring very well. You remind much of Mo’o. Like a moth-” The word died in his throat, his expression becoming that of bitter resentment. 

He shook his head, hoping to free himself from such thoughts. All she asked was an innocent question. Making note of the sparkling glint on her feathers, he decided to say, “I used the stars often when I was smaller to help steer my sister and I to safer waters. As Lugia, we try to stay under the radar as some humans are not completely receptive to our natures and beings in general. But my… fascination for it has gotten further for a different reason entirely.”

He looked towards the stars, his eyes lost even. “I don't know how much of this is real or not, it's hard to put a lot of stock into legends but… I am a being of legendary stature so I guess some of it is true,” he laughed shortly. “I keep my eyes peeled towards the stars to make sure my father doesn't appear as a cluster. They say when a being of great status passes away, they would become a constellation to join the others. I'm still searching for him. I hope he does not go to the heavens before I get to see him again and make peace.

He faces her straight on, undeterred but there was a desperate hope in his eyes, a hope this legend is wrong, that his father was still out there. “Is there a legend like that? You don't have to lie to me if there is. I just… want to be prepared for the reality to come should I see him in the Heavens.”

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The young titan wished and dreamed every night and day, hoping to have others to get along with.

And one day, somehow. It paid off.

Four different pokemon appeared where the stones once were, the blades of grass fashioned into the likes of feathers on each one of them. And somehow with their existence, the interior began to stabilize itself! There was something that they and Anacacuya had that the original titans did not, and whatever it was it allowed them to interact with and develop the interior of the island.

Each adventure together that they had strengthened the interior, a balance finally being achieved inside and out. Some like to say that the missing aspect was that of hope, of dreaming. It's why there is such a strong connection between the dreaming and waking realms on this very island.

Perhaps next time I'll have the opportunity to reveal some of these adventures they had together, but until then...

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@askstormscall Mariko @ Hoku: Her eyes sparkled as she stared at the Torracat. So cute. So fluffy. She kept her hands to herself as she approached with a bright smile. "Hello! Do you have happened to have another coconut to share..?" She paused. "Wait I thought cats can't drink milk?"

Hoku: It's a big misconception that we cats can't drink milk! Well, depends on what kind, really. Coconut milk is pretty safe furr us in moderation. So these 3 were never for my own consumption. I'm no hoarder, no mam!

Hoku turns around and thinks to themself:

"OH MY GOD!!! Is this how you make friends?? Are we friends now? I can't believe i'm actually talking to other people than Mina, boss and.. Choro.

Am i coming of as "cuel"?? Is that what being popular is? I could get used to it!"

They turn back around and asks the guests:

Hoku: What does a pretty lady like you do around here for fun?

"Nailed it."

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“No one is perfect.”

Mariko's gaze reflected inward. “I must be perfect,” she said under her breath. She bit down on her lower lip. “These flaws stop me from being perfect.”

Another place, another time. A stern gaze upon her. “You must be better than them all. You come from a god! Present yourself proudly and beautifully! None of this foolery!” Mother, in her radiance, proudly boasted her chest and gestured towards wayward brother playing in the sand. “Your father instilled nothing in that brat of his. He would sull his roots and flock carefree without realizing his position, power. I will not have that with you.”  

Something about her words… felt wrong to her now. As a child, she didn't understand. She only obediently listened to her harsh words, fearful of the repercussions. 

Brave. That word stuck with her. Her brother was brave. This was brave? Talking about oneself? It took courage to speak to her brother as she did before their departure. That could be brave too. Maybe she was as strong as him but in a different manner. Would he listen? His crumbling expression before they had left stuck out to her. Perhaps he would give his ear, if she truly spoke was on her mind, what was in her heart. 

Slime boi put things into perspective for her and his words of assurance helped assuage her feelings. The thoughts of envy began to fade. She never liked the emotion, especially towards someone of importance to her. 

She sat in the here and now, not under the shadow of Mother watching her every move and decision. Only the lull of the seas in her ears and the light of the moon hovering overhead. It bolstered her spirits. She could be brave as he is. Mariko sat it more confidently. “Maybe we need these flaws…,” she said quietly. “If we were all the same. If we were all perfect, how would we be able to tell each other?” 

Surely her mother condone this goomy’s manner of speech. It was improper. It was a flaw. But…

A pause. 

“My brother is strong,” she started to say. He surely had some shortcomings…right? A small chuckle, her voice a chime. “My brother cannot talk with a female without getting into his shell.” Her brother, so strong, shrank away at the female showing him a bit of interest. The sight was so shocking, it had sent her into a laughing fit. Never had she seen her brother in such dismay! 

She stood up suddenly. “My brother cannot move on the land with the same grace as he can with the sea. He flops on the sand as a Magikarp would,” she said with a smile. She began to move, her movements practiced, her smile as bright as the sun. The joy was there as she danced, her sandals scarcely skimming the sand as her dress flowed like a seamless river. 

As she came to a stop, she was alight, brighter than the likes of the moon, putting it to shame. She came to a realization, her eyes shimmering jewels, “My brother isn't perfect…! You're right! These flaws! No! Not flaws.” She stared down at her open palms. “They make us! Us! Who we are!”

She closed her palms. “But why are they called flaws? I don't understand. Why would a thing that would make us… different a flaw? Something to be painful and sharp?” It spiked in her chest, it stabbed and cut. “I… don't know alot,” she admitted, her voice becoming small. She was painfully aware how little she actually knew. “But I want to be able to support my brother. I want him to trust me. He is… tired. I see it sometimes so I want to do what I can as well.”

She sighed. “But this is something I need to speak with him, yes. I shall later but the Lugias you speak of. One sounds like my father. The size of a mountain, wise, kind yet his roar would cause the clouds to grow dark and lightning to crash down into the ocean.”

This she remembered. The last sight of her father and his enraged roar ringing in her small ears, the raging sea threatening to submerge her place of her safety. “Father was always so gentle with us. I have never seen him so…,” she trailed off, her voice rough shards; a hand over her heart, clutching so tightly. 

A different silence then, one of lost before she spoke again, “You say the Lugias have seen were known of their dances? The dance of the storm sounds like a wonderful name. I am surprised to hear they dance in air. We are known for our moves in the ocean but the sea does not accept me as it does my brother.” A half smile, a sad one. “I dance on land and sky. Brother often joins me in the air to learn but he is not graceful as me.” She appeared smug, another thing she was good over her brother on. “The Lugias I know are known for their songs. We all have different ones. Each unique.”

Never had a Lugia shared the same song. Once discovered, it was theirs and only theirs. It was a personal journey for each individual to discover what it was, each different. Hers was formed watching the sun hitting the sea just right as seaform began to form. Her brother spoke of watching winds carve through the very water as lightning forked across the skies as he developed his.

Others spoke a difficult ordeal, a song form to assuage their worries in a time of plight. A tale of one’s life, a tale of one's joys. That is what a Lugia's song is, a reflection of themselves. 

"These places you have been. I want to see them someday. I feel... uncomfortable about leaving the safety of my home. Afraid..?" She was antsy, fidgeting in one place. It was equally as exciting to her as it was anxious. "But I want to be brave like my brother when we traveled upon the sea. Endless as you said but with someone, it is nice and I keep every moment of it inside. I remember we saw a settlement in the sea, a small city even where humans dwelled."

A small moment of rest in their journey but she remembered the fountain in the center of a pavilion, the sounds of water a gentle music.

Her heart swelled. She wanted to see more.

She smiled brightly at Slime boi. “I will sing my song for you, little Goomy. You have been so nice to me and helped me figure out my feelings.” She gave a small bow. “I thank you. I truly hope I wasn't annoying to you.”

Her palm flattened against her chest. She faced the ocean, her face skyward. The melody that came from her voice was clear. There were no lyrics to this song, only emotions. Of a voice so pure, that there was no match to it. So clear, the winds around her came to a sigh to listen, held by the thrall. The unyielding joy contained in her heart. 

She was in her element. She was free.

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*Slime Boi listened to what the Lugia had to say, her struggles coming alight. He let her speak; it was clear Mariko just needed to get her thoughts out of her head. Much like anyone does. Though, her views about her brother reminded him of his. A worrying sign for him though she did not seem like the type to act upon those feelings in such a drastic way. When she had finished up, he spoke in a calm manner.*

Slime Boi: I'd love to hear your song. That'd be absolutely radical. But first, just wanna rewind to what you were saying before. Just to give a little advice to you. I've had a lot of experience so I feel I may be able to rub a little wisdom off onto you, you dig?

The goomy gave a warm smile to the Lugia in front of him. It was clear she just needed a little reassurance. This was probably gonna be hard for her to hear but it had to be said. Time to bust out the fatherly conversation vibes. He looked into her eyes.*

Slime Boi: First thing I've gotta say. Nobody is perfect. Nobody. I'm sure your brother has stuff to deal with and he's just trying to keep his cool for you. He's not perfect. He's got his flaws. Of course he's gonna have some. Everyone does. Even me. He probably seems like someone who has it all together by being cool but he's probably got a bunch of things he struggles with. Though, I imagine the coolness and strength is not something he'd want you to feel envious about. He does sound like a great brother.

*Slime Boi quickly added that last part on, not wanting to seem overly critical or anything. He didn't want to upset the girl, just give her the facts. It was hard to deal with someone who appeared to be this beacon of perfection when your self esteem was low. Slime Boi carried on, trying to help her feel a little better.*

Slime Boi: I don't want you to belittle yourself. I mean, you're a unique Lugia. Nothing which I've seen before, and trust me I've seen a lot of your kind. That is a pretty cool thing if you ask me. And do you know what? So what if he's strong? You are you and that's the most important thing here. From what I can tell, you're a kind Pokémon with an incredibly bright smile. And that, to me, is something truly special. A wonderful attribute to have. Perhaps you just need to focus on what you can do, rather than what others can do.

*He hoped what he was saying would give her the confidence boost she clearly needed. He hated it when others did not value their own talents. Time to address her feelings.*

Slime Boi: And it's ok to feel this way. Totally valid feelings. Sure, it's not something nice to feel but it's ok to feel a little envious of others at times. I knew someone once who was envious of me. However, he let that consume him. He saw me as this perfect being who could do no wrong and it drove him to selfish actions. Just don't let your envy consume you. Be inspired by your brother but know your own strengths too. I think all you need to do is have a conversation about how you're feeling with him, you get me? He probably doesn't know that what he's doing is holding you back. Talk to him. Let him understand these feelings. You don't want them to drive a wedge between the both of you. Though, I thank you for being able to talk to me, a stranger, about all of this. It can be a difficult thing to do. Brave.

*The goomy hoped a reassuring smile would help to make her feel a little better about herself.*

Slime Boi: What it's like out there?

*Slime Boi paused for a moment, tapping a grey finger onto his chin. He considered his words carefully. It really depends on where you went. He'd seen the best of what Pokémon and humans could be but he also saw the worst of them too. He didn't want to frighten her inquisitive nature towards the subject.*

Slime Boi: That's a huge question. Because you have parts of the world that are loud, chaotic and terrifying at times. You see things you wish you never would have seen. You experience things that make you terrified for what's to come. However, you also witness some of the most beautiful things you've ever seen in your entire life. Small delicate wonders which drive you to find out more. Seas so vast you barely know if they'll ever end. Lands dotted with flowers and trees which help to give life to everything you see. The changes in hues the sky shows you in different places. The simple acts of kindness that others give and receive on a daily basis. It can be truly wonderful out there and terrifying. But, it's always best to look for the brighter things in life and hold them dear to your heart.

*Damn, this girl reminded him so much of his daughter. That same spark of curiosity in her eyes made him feel so incredibly warm inside. He chuckled a little. He remembered when his daughter was young and used to question everything. There was always something that she was inquisitively questioning him about. How did the laws of gravity work? Why was there a lack of air in space? Why were some Pokémon given the ability to fly and others not? He used to love every second of their time together.*

Slime Boi: In terms of your kind, there is a wide variety of them. I've met some as small as me and some as large as the tallest mountain you've seen. Each have their strengths. Each have their weaknesses. All unique in how they go about their duties. Some wise. Some kind. Some with the fury of thunder. Some as delicate as a raindrop. None of them with a unique colour like yours, mind you. Though all of them have something wonderful about them.

*Slime Boi adjusted his sunglasses as he could feel them slipping from his face. He Bagan to speak in more excited tones.*

Slime Boi: The way a Lugia moves is one of the most graceful things I've ever seen. And it doesn't matter whether they're a hunk of a beast that's considered a grump or nimble creature that can be rather skittish. They all move with grace and beauty, which is awe inspiring. Many mortals will take time out of their day to witness a lugia's flight. It really is rather remarkable. Mortals sometimes call it the dance of the storm.

*The goomy gestured at each thing he said, trying to make the scope of what he was saying seem more grand. Slime Boi really wanted what he was saying to inspire her. To make her happy. He turned back to her, a curious expression present (although probably not as visible behind those dark sunglasses).

Slime Boi: Now, about that song you mentioned. It'd be most bodacious to hear it.

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@askstormscall Mariko @ Vourison: The young girl approaches the Rayquaza a bit of nervousness but she put on a brave face, a smile as she says, "Greetings." A small bow. "I can't help but feel you're a bit upset. Do you mind if I offer you this?" She had her hands behind her back before she reveals a small flower crown. Its a bit misshapened but the effort was there. "For you if you would have it. I think all of us should try to have a good time here."

Laying on the beach and squished beneath his younger brother's form, it was suffice to say that the word 'surprised' was an understatement in describing Vourison's startle at the sudden hello. The offer of the gift was equally as bemusing, and it took him a moment to process the young woman's words before finally answering.

"Ah, that is very kind of you." He said, words a bit stilted and awkward at first before they softened, just a bit, "That crown looks absolutely lovely, and it would be my utmost honour to take you up on that offer." The crown was small, she was clearly new to making them, but the effort and care was clear. Voruison had seen and observed the process of creating art many times before, and he knew to value the craftsmanship, especially of those still learning. Even if it was something as 'simple' as a flower crown, he wanted to encourage her to practice more, not dissuade her from future pursuit.

After the small crown was placed on one of his spikes, he said "I will endeavour to be less, ah... 'grumpy' in the future." And to be fair, he really had been enjoying himself, at least to an extent. His grouch was mostly for show at this point.

It then occurred to him, sudden as a lightning bolt, that he had just been given a gift. A truly lovely and kind one too! He should give her something in turn. That's how these things worked, right?

Shuffling a bit, he held up a clawed hand and focused. After a moment, a small flash of light occurred. Carefully, he offered the small item to Mariko, the jewellery tiny in his massive palm.

It was an earring with two clasps for the upper and lower ear, made with bright gems that glowed with power. Soft, pale feathers were attached to the lower and larger of the two, and they shimmered softly in the dim light.

"Back in my home there are unique gems that grow on trees and naturally shed once fully formed." He explained, "These gems hold calming properties and are used to create jewellery of all kind. As thanks for your kindness, I offer this to you. Only if you'd like, of course."

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This Goomy was… safe in her eyes. Somehow she knew it would be ok to speak with him about it. Was it the wiseness in his voice? Was it the casual carefree nature he emitted? She wasn’t sure but her hunch never steered her wrong. A careful glance, her eyes darting to the likes of her sibling who was speaking animatedly to a small Darkrai. “My brother is all I could ever ask for,” she said quickly. Mariko didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, the words stumbling out to defend him. “But he’s… perfect.” If he had heard her now, she knew without a doubt he would have denied it. “He is strong. He is cool. He is everything that… I am not.” She sat up, wrapping her arms around her legs, staring into the sea. “What I wish to be like, small Goomy.” 

She had no ill will against her sibling. but she couldn’t help the small embers of envy smoldering her heart. “And I feel… hurt by this. It’s a different hurt. Not on the outside,” she said, struggling to describe it. “And I don’t like feeling this way about it. He has been nothing but kind to me. He taught me how to hunt. He taught me how to sing. He taught me to be safe but I want to see the same sights as you have. I want to see the world but he will not listen to me.” 

Her hands clenched into tiny fists. “Does he think I can’t do it? How can I have faith in myself when my brother does not? I just want to be as strong as he is but he won’t allow me to. It’s…” She exhaled, the curls of her hair becoming tighter. “It makes me mad.”

A glimpse of what it could be like when the newcomers came to the island when she felt joy when she bubbled to speak with them. 

As the Goomy spoke, she felt that excitement spark inside again. The mysteries of the unknown. What was truly out there- see, to experience the sights and wonders the world could hold. She yearned for it.“...Can I ask how it is out there?” She asked quietly. She relaxed her pose, hands planting themself firmly in the sand as she knelt to the Goomy’s level. “Are there Pokemon like me out there? If you tell me about it, maybe…” She hesitated. “Maybe I can show you? Maybe sing a song if that will be alright?”

*When Mariko started talking and showed that brilliant smile, it made Slime Boi smile a rather warm smile. That was the power of a smile: it was contagious. She also reminded him of his daughter Genera. Sweet, precious Genera who had a smile that could light up the room. He knew it took a lot to make her upset. She had a constantly bubbly attitude. It was just such a delight when he got to see her. This moment made him think of her.

However, the comment he had made about his experiences with other lugias seemed to have upset this one or something. Ah, definitely not what he wanted to happen. The way she spoke saddened him a little. He has to remember to tone it down sometimes. Catch the vibes before assuming them, especially with Pokémon he didn't know. Her laugh definitely indicated something was wrong. Time to bring the chill vibes back. Slime Boi brought on his cool smile.*

Slime Boi: How did I know? Ah, that's a secret. Ancient secret, you catch my drift? Can't give everything away about myself. Adds to the mysterious vibe I've got going.

*The goomy gave little finger guns towards Mariko, hoping it'd lighten the mood further. When she bent down to pet him, Slime Boi felt rather surprised. That had never happened before. It was odd but not something that made him uncomfortable. He let her do what she needed to do as it seemed to make her feel better. A thought occurred. Would others do the same? Perhaps he needed to make his body make a noise when touched. Like a squeak or something. Maybe? Probably would add to the whole squish-factor he had going on. Slime Boi made a mental note to do that if it occurred again.*

Slime: One of a kind, huh? Wow! That's a whole lotta special if you're the only one. Love that for you! You know, there was once a time where I was the only one of my kind. Lonely that was. Until another came along but that's a whole story that's not with the vibes we've got going on. Anyways, if I were you, I'd be showing off what makes me unique, you get me? Give everyone a little taste of who I was. Of course, I totally get what you're saying. You don't wanna be too big. Understandable. But scaring others? Nah, I doubt it! Like, the way you smiled earlier talking about vibes? What could be scary about that? Perhaps you just need a little confidence boost. Obviously it's entirely up to you whether you show your true colours or not but just have a little more faith that you won't be frightening to others. Heck, I'm probably the most terrifying one on this beach.

*Slime Boi winked at the disguised Lugia, knowing full well it probably wouldn't have been seen as well behind his dark shades.*

Slime Boi: One day, and it doesn't have to be today, I'm gonna see that true form of yours. I've travelled around and seen a whole lotta Pokémon. Unique Pokémon are what I'm all about. Seeing them all. Experiencing them. That's the vibe I'm feeling. Only when you're feeling more comfortable. I am just a stranger after all.

*Slime Boi laughed. He hoped he wasn't making her uncomfortable. He wanted that dad vibe he usually gave. Perhaps he needed to drive the conversation towards another destination.*

Slime Boi: You mentioned and brother and someone else? What's the deal with them then?

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Hokulani only continued to smile warmly at Mariko; taking the flustered girl's hands into her own, she calmly waited for her to look back up.

"Oh Mariko.... you're beautiful! Please don't bring yourself down-you're still young, and some things tend to stick with us for the rest of our lives! ............which might be a tad much considering who we are but-"

Not wanting to overwhelm her, she mulled over her next words in her head.

"Love yourself. Someone as sweet as you needs to be kind to yourself, okay?"

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(@askpokecallcenter ) Choro observed Raidens convo with the young 'Rai from the hammocks. "Yikes". Choro gets up from the hammock and approches the Lugia. "Oi. Even tho you blend in, you stand out like a sore thumb. Boy, you're stiffer than my nan getting run over. Relax! No ones gonna bite yo ass." She sits on the sand, slightly touching the water with her toe beans. "You lookin at the stars? I find comfort staring at them too. You look like the type who knows about constellations and shit. You got a favorite? And those Miniors. Why do they have all different colours?? Poprocks for Rayquaza?", rambles Choro on.

Raiden gritted his teeth as he listened. The way Purrloin spoke grated on his nerves. Nonchalant, casual. Rude. “I'm not afraid,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “It pays off to be careful in places you have never been to.” In spite of the welcoming atmosphere, he was still wary. 

But now she got into his good graces, mentioning the stars. He exhaled. “Comfort is one thing. If I had to describe it, it stops me from getting lost. It keeps me… centered.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “It's always been like that for me and as for my favorite is hard for me to say,” he shrugged.

 The easiest answer would have been the brightest star in the sky, the one that has always been his guiding compass since his travels. But it was too easy. 

The truth was, his knowledge on their names was very limited. It was the reason Mo’o words teased a particular part of his brain. The part that thirsted for knowledge. He knew of one location to seek his answers but he was never so bold to enter it while he was so unsure. 

But his eyes started to shine. “You know nothing about Miniors? Upon hitting the Earth's surface they absorb different minerals upon hitting the surface and in turn cause a reaction within their cores to bring out different colors!?” He was… animated, his hands flying out of his pockets as he continued. “The yellow is such a wonderful hue. I wish I could get my hands on one of them to truly see how they are but… why are you speaking about Rayquaza and Poprocks…”

He seemed to put two and two together, his expression horrified. “They eat them? Rayquaza eats Minior!? That's disgusting! Pointless! For what reason?!” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don't understand why anyone would eat them! Is this type of sick joke?! This isn't funny!” 

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Raiden blinked and the little Rai was gone. Only a whisper of his trail in the wind were signs of his departure. Interesting… He patiently waited, eyes on Luxu as he came back at a more normal speed. Something to ask about later for his eyes were immediately on the blue book in the Darkrai's grasp.

“I don't mind. It's only reasonable,” Raiden said idly as he accepted the offer. He lowered to sit in the sand, fingers lightly tracing over the book's making. “I understand your Tio making sure this comes back in one piece.” A soft chuckle from the young man. 

The stiffness to his posture ebbed away. There were no edges to him. Only a need to satisfy his curiosity as child-like wonder formed as he began to go through the pages. 

And there it was in the sky. He could easily tell this constellation held importance to the book's owner, a dragon traveling through the Heavens. He seemed engrossed as he analyzed its contents, his eyes darting between the book and the stars above to see if they truly matched. His fingers were careful, wanting to return the book in the exact manner in which he was given it. He traced the winding ‘dragon’ along the spread page, his eyes going up to the sky. 

He could see it, the brightest star in the constellation, his finger tapping on the page. “I remember this one… there is so much surrounding this Thuban. I recall the humans says it's no longer our north star due to the planet’s shift but I always found it to be reliable in my travels. I could always single it out among the rest of them and never lose my way somehow. 

“Is it important to the people here? I see it marked.” Lightly lifting the red ribbon, he said, “The people are connected to dragons?” His brows furrowed. “But there is one like you here. Connected to dreams. Then I feel…” He paused. He couldn't put his tongue to it. It didn't belong with the harmony, a discordance.  “This island is… confusing to me.” A note of agitation. “Where I come from, the Ocean and spirits are connected but here I feel drawn in a manner of different directions.” A frown. “I hate how it might be for her…” 

He gave an apologetic look. “No offense.” 

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