#delasol the dusknoir

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Paradoxes Incarnates

Enough time passed where Dela felt confident with asking the questions she had about the universe. It was her unlife’s work and this was something she could not miss out on. While the likelihood of it ever being published was nill, this would be something just for herself.

It was but a humble question.

“Apolly. How can you tell if someone was affected by a paradox?”

Apolly, chewing on a Rindo Berry, quickly swallowed. Pit in all. 

“Well! That is a very good question. You are a woman of science and I respect your interest in my job! That is-”

Luck was on the steel types side. Two more pokemon coming to ask them questions. On a topic that Apolly actually cared about.

“You two have amazing timing. I was about to explain to this wise scientist about paradoxes. You both are ideal for this.”

How were they both ideal? Dela hypothesized that they themselves were affected by anomalies. They did not seem to stand out in anyway.

Instructing the two mons to come over and sit so they could listen to the wise jirachi talk, Apolly changed their face to the usual resting bitch face.

“Lycanroc. You are a Class 2 paradox. You have had significant aspects changed around you, but they are additions as opposed to subtractions and replacements,” they figured to try and address the question the dog asked for. “As for your dream, that is difficult to say. It is not impossible to have recollection of previous iterations. Through your dreams. I am not the one to ask. There is a whole corp for dream focused tasks.”

Turning their attention to Dela, the jirachi gave a sympathetic look. This was going to hit too close to home.

“You are class 4D. While the paradox was contained to just yourself, distortion world portal that are strong armed and cause a chain reaction that can cause more discrepancies.”

To their remorse, Dela lowered her head solemnly. Apolly would need to assure them later.

Moving on.

“Glaceon. You are a class 3. Your personality and appearance are both altered but it is seemingly contained to you. Nothing to escalate. As for how we go about doing it,”

Eyes turning a bright purple, Apolly’s gaze also intensified on her three ‘students’. To the three listening, the jirachi’s gaze was unnerving. As if their souls were being searched.

“I can see the different iterations overlapping on anyone’s current version. It helps to notice the specific details of their changes. It is disorienting at first, but you get used to it after a while. They tend to send us jirachi out to report the details. We must be advised on the locations by our superiors.”

Dela had abosorbed as much of these new terms and classifications as much as she could. This explained discrepancies and contradictory information around certain pokemon's origins can be. One of important note was a fossilized magneton with covered in iron sand, despite it being a mon created via mass production and iron sand would not be mined in any capacity until humans evolved.

Putting their hands forward as if to calm the ghost down, Apolly gave her a stern, yet compassionate look.

"We can discuss that later!" the excitement was contagious. "I will need to omit some things, but on the whole we can talk. Just not now."

Gesturing towards the two other pokemon in their presence, as if to indicate it was information the guest should know.

Dela, excitement approaching to reasonable levels, nodded in agreement.

Turning her attention back to the glaceon and the lycanroc, the former scientist put her hand on the back of her head, eye conveing some kind of grin.

"Sorry you both had to see that."

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Delasol@Kitsune: I have not seen two legendaries adopting a Pokémon before, though it is not unheard of. Do them being legendaries give you any extra privilege or social clout?

Well, Its not really an adoption how normal people would define it. Think of it more as a bridging program, where a legendary works towards starting a new life out here in the mortal world!

Not many people know that I’m the one responsible for doing this for the Legendaries in this region. I intend to keep it that way. I’m satisfied just seeing them all make it big out in this crazy world.

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She has a trade offer for you.

1 unwanted advice that is blunt and you give her some corn chips.

Would you be able to draw Delasol?

She will sell your soul for a sandwich

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Delasol approached the Hatterene, with an air of caution due to their demeanor. She never really interacted with Hatterene's but was aware of the stereotype. "I understand you are able to sense feelings. Have you ever done so to any of your teammates? Did you ever hear something you regret hearing?"

Party Trick: “I FEEL EVERYTHING FROM EVERYONE AROUND ME. THE CAT CAN BE OVERWHELMING. THE FOX IS A CANTANKEROUS OAF. BUT JACK… HE’S AN ANCHOR. EXCEPT FOR THESE LAST FEW WEEKS WHERE ALL I CAN HEAR IS THE BUZZ OF HIS ANXIETY!”

Party Trick: “…IF I COULD, I WOULD TURN IT OFF OUT OF RESPECT FOR HIS PRIVACY. BUT I CAN'T. I CAN ONLY TRUST HE WILL TALK WHEN HE'S READY.”

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Delasol@Sophie: You know, when it comes to other slowpoke: do they ever nudge certain slowpokes to evolve in certain directions? Or is there no pressure?

[Sophie puts her right hand on her chin and thinks as she faces the Dusknoir.]

[Sophie] "I dunno. From what I can guess from hearing other Slowkings, their parents wanted them to be Slowkings. They did anything they could to get their hands on a Kings Rock, and those ain't easy to find."

[She then puts her hands on her hips.]

[Sophie] "My parents just had one of those lyin' around. They gave me the option to evolve, and here I am now. So, yeah, guess it depends on the parents."

[Xerneas leans their head in with curiosity.]

[Xerneas] "Excuse me, but about those parents that wanted their kids to be Slowkings, did they not give them the same option your parents gave you?"

[Sophie looks back to Xerneas.]

[Sophie] "Doesn't sound like it. They probably went like-"

[Sophie brings her white bag out and holds it out like she's talking to someone shorter than her.]

[Sophie] "Hey, you wanna be a Slowking?"

[She then swings her bag back around her shoulder, looks at Delasol and then at Xerneas, and then shrugs.]

[Sophie] "Somethin' like that."

[Xerneas brings their head back and squints.]

[Xerneas] "Hm..."

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Threads Running Parallel and Intersecting

It had felt like a year, sitting in one location for so long after years of being on the run. After some weeks of recovery, Delasol was back at full again. She planned to leave her gracious host, who ironically would be one of her targets if she had known.

“I cannot thank you enough for caring me these last few weeks.” The massive gripper said, noticeably sounding happier than her usual brooding demeanor. This amount of time not on the run was nice, not having to kill anyone or avoid being killed. It was a nice reprieve.

“It’s no trouble at all. If you ever need to, feel free to stop by,” Mercy said with a glowing smile. The grass type floated over to the counter and handed her a small knapsack. “I have some medicine in case you get hurt again. I also packed you some sweets for the road.”

While the medicine was practical, Dela could not help but feel like she was being coddled like an infant. If the ghost had a face, she would have given an awkward, embarrassed smile. “Well uh, that’s generous of you. I wish you well.”

Both ghosts waved as the bigger of the two exited the small house.  

Once she was far enough away from the house, Dela reached inside her maw, pulling out a piece of newspaper with the headline “Local ‘mon Slays Monster. When Dela saw it at an early day she had a panic attack. That gave Mercy a scare.

What was she going to do now? She had no leads on where Keenan was, or even if they were alive. She could not just abandon her old friend and colleague to suffer on their own, but she would need to act fast in order to kill the two involved in Okyasu’s death. Whatever would come first would depend on what is in front of her, but her rage at this clefable and blastoise was unparalleled and both needed to pay.

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In the storage room of OPP, Laramie was carrying several crates of cargo. Her natural strength made the three containers a cake walk to carry. Several of the interns, including Marajane, were monitoring the taur and making sure the packages were in the right spots. It was the intern's job to maintain the stock of different supplies and to make sure they were in their respective spots in the room.

“Alright Laramie, it looks like you only have these two crates of golett parts to carry, then we can call it quits,” said Marajane. Laramie was in a good mood due to how everything was going today. Stock was easy, she did not see sight or sound of either Leigh or Kieron, and Marajane was working with her. All in all, it was a good day considering her status as a criminal.

A sound that was metal being dragged on metal could be heard, some gasps from the interns drew their attention to one of the very people the fire type did not want to see. Kieron.

To everyone’s shock and fear, Kieron did not look very well, he was limping, while holding his arm to attempt to cover the deep slash mark in his armor. Many of the interns feared Kieron due to his status as a member of the Caged Angels, but also because of his background and his laundry list of crimes he committed in his time before, and even after, capture.

Laramie could be rough on the interns, but between the two members, the interns tended to side with the fire type. Mostly due to her not taking any of Kieron’s abuse or wrath, if he were to show it. She wanted to stop any of the interns from soiling themselves, but she had to wonder what happened to him to cause these injuries.

“What happened to you?” Laramie sounded cold but curious.

“Not gonna talk about it. All of you piss off and leave me be.” Kieron sounded bitter.

“So you are gonna sulk in a stock room and not even try to get your armor fixed?”

“Yes that is exactly it. Now all of you leave before I get pissed.” The mewtwo was sounding angrier by the moment. As he darted around he noticed Marajane pulling out her phone. On the screen, he noticed Leigh’s name. She was going to try and call this in.

Lashing out at her hand, he gripped the young girl’s wrist, which caused her to recoil. “Did I say to call this in?!” The psychic snarled.

Seeing Marajane’s scared reaction, Laramie quickly reached and ‘firmly grasped’ his hand. The grip was so ‘firm’ that a small crack could be heard as he was forced to let go of the human’s hand.

“Go ahead and call it in.”

After Marajane composed herself, she sent Leigh the message and quickly made her way back to the other interns to distance herself. Once she was far enough away Laramie weakened her grip. “Go sulk all you want, but don’t lash out at the interns.”

Kieron stopped struggling. “Fine. Just let go and leave me be.” The camerupt released the cyborg’s arm and he continued limping towards a corner of the storage room to be alone. Laramie had to try to get the interns away from Kieron as he had his own pity party, so she signaled them to leave.

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Several miles away from most of the major cities in Unova, stands a single manor. This massive abode belongs to David Essex, OPP’s residential genetic research specialist.

Inside the manor, it was spotless, despite how infrequently David would visit the place. David would always mention to guests that this was his vacation house, the place he goes to escape or take a vacation when he needed to get away from OPP.

This was a lie.

While it looked like the mansion of a standard millionaire, it was more his private lab. A place where he kept many secret projects, both in progress and failed. Not to mention several artifacts from his many aliases and occupations over the decades.

In fact, the reason he was here today was that another artifact from his past had come back, and not in a good way. Baozihi was someone he always hated, it filled him with schadenfreude to know her kingdom was gone...until he found out her plan to rebuild it. Not to mention Hui was possibly alive as well, one of the few people in this world to make him feel fear. This problem needed to be solved and solved soon.

Descending to the deepest section of the manor, David noticed the walls covering the floors of the cave. The limestone would have cause any attempt to grow crops would have failed. Yet the flowers grew healthy and in great bundles, some of which were now considered a rarity as well. Deep in the cave was a light that was bright enough to give lighting a standard lamp would from far away.

David smiled. It seemed his greatest asset, and what he came here to see, was working as intended.

“It seems you have been growing a garden since I was away.”

No one replied. If anyone else was with him, they would call David mad, or at least that he was making some kind of joke. “I thank you for keeping this place looking nice, but I will need your assistance. But not just your life-giving powers. No no. That will come another time.”

Still no response.

“I can only trust this task to someone I consider an ally, a friend, someone strong enough to eradicate something that requires the force of a god. Baozihi has returned.”

A loud ‘clank sound’ could be heard. Following this noise, the light began to move towards him. This caused David to grin. “She is attempting to rebuild the kingdom. The one whose ideals of strength and might trump over compassion is what lead to the nation to ruin. It alienated you, drove you to me and made me stronger.”

The audible banging became faster, the intensity of the light increasing as David spoke. “I know we are as old as they are, but the difference between Baohzi and her ilk is that we adapted to the times. Their attempts to revive their kingdom will only lead to self-ruination due to how firmly stuck in the past she is. And when she fails, she will make sure everything goes with her.” Seeing the light coming increasingly closer, the humanoid formed a thin layer of skin to cover his eyes as to not bind himself.

As quick as the clanging began, it stopped. The humanoid gave a gleeful smile upon the massive behemoth that stormed his way towards him. The source of the light within the cave was finally facing him, causing a blinding light to surround the towering individual.

“It is time to revive the god of old, the name you chose yourself.”

The eyes of the illuminating giant pierced through the light.

“Show them why you have the title of Mithras.”

A booming roar reverberated through the cave.

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( @askpokecallcenter ) The usual cheerful Staravia took a professional attitude to Delasol. "My my, with everything you have been going through, why are you so interested in the multiverse? What makes me being here so different? Do tell your favorite theory!"

"Oh the reason for the interest in the multiverse is that it was part of my thesis I was working on while I was alive."

Despite everything, Dela was still a scientist first. If her old work computer was still intact, she could probably have pulled what she had ready of her old thesis. Granted, a lot of it was outdated between what Apolly advised and other developments that came from it. Maybe it was worth rewriting for herself if nothing else.

"My thesis focused on the 'God Head Problem'. It deals with if 'gods', such as Mew and Arceus made the universe; what created them? This also ties into relativity as Pokemon associated with time like Dialga and Celebi. How this ties into multiversal theory is if Arceus or Mew made this universe, what about other universes where they did not make this world. What about worlds where the conditions for life never happened? Some have said Arceus made the universe as of late, but from Apolly told me, Mew was supposedly the first. Which came first? It leads into so many holes."

For all the ghost type knew, this was just a normal staravia just asking questions. Wait. Different.

"Though. You said you being here is different. How do you mean?"

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(@ask-team-searchlights) Gen@Delasol: "Um...I h-heard that, uh...y-you weren't originally a Dusknoir," Gen asked, fidgeting with his reunion cape. "Um...wh-what were you b-before?"

“…yes. I was a former human scientist who was working on dimensional tests studying the distortion world. Something went horrifically wrong…”

These data readings are out of range. If we push this it can lead to a black hole. Please think on this Ms. Xing!

Despite not saying anything out loud, it was clear the dusknoir was lost in the traumatic reaches of her mind.

You have tried numerous times to open the portal with your weaker power sources and it has yielded nothing. We need you to try these tests with live sources. It is the only way you will be allocated funds. Run them. Or you are done.

"Ironically, it was a pokemon that caused this happen, but not a pokemon of myth. It was a mere pangoro and beheeyem," it dawned on the dusknoir. This was a child, she should not try to scare him further. He already looked scared to make any sudden moves.

"Sorry. I have a feeling you are like me on this front. If you want to talk on any of that. I'll be an open ear. I'm used to this by now and I have learned a lot."

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Heavenly

Deep within the White Forest, a familiar shiny dusknoir was floating, slowly keeping out of view of any potential humans or pokemon that were clearly trying to catch her. It had been nothing but trees for the last few days. This was a blessing and a curse; it prevented the authorities from finding her, but also there was an utter lack of landmarks to leave or trace her steps.

Until she saw a cobalt blue light radiating from her left. Initially, she assumed the worst. It had to be some ranger group. Instead it was some kind of other worldly mineral.

As she approached, the details of the mineral came into focus. Despite clearly having weight, the construct as a consistency of liquid, causing light to shimmer off. 

Inside the construct was a jirachi, far lumpier in the skull than others, having circular folds on the side and red crescent moon tastels.

Eyes opened from the mysterious creature. It was clearly mouthing something that Dela could not hear. The mysterious material had a sound dampening effect.

As if it was on command, the construct lost its mass, seeping into the ground without a trace of moisture.

Once the jirachi’s head was free of the container, the dusknoir could finally hear what it was saying.

Words were not spoken, but sounds were escaping the alien being. Vague facsimile of words, but it was obvious they enabled something if it enabled the mystic mon to exit the strange rock.

As the mystic finally fell silent, it finally landed on the ground with grace. Upon doing so, it opened its eyes, giving full attention to their watcher.

“Ah. A dusknoir. Perfect. A former human at that. Even better.” A very terse, blunt voice came from this entity.

There were several thoughts that were rapid firing in Dela’s mind. What did it matter that she was a dusknoir? How did they know that she was a former human? What was that alien language?

“Sorry. I should explain myself. My name is Apolly. Paradox Archivist under the command of Third Asura-Banya.”

Questions were not going to be stopping soon. That was way too many proper nouns that would likely lead down more bunnery holes.

Good for everyone involved, Apolly also seemed to realize this. “I work for a god to track and notates changes in the universe. Anomalies and sudden changes.”

Now the herald was speaking the dusknoirs language, she was nodding head in understanding. “I get it! So you track down paradoxes and continuity between different universes,” while she was a human, Dela had been writing a thesis on this very topic. If she were still an academic, she would have fainted. “I have so many questions.”

This made the jirachi feel bad. This was a lot to throw at a non-cosmic being. “I know this is a lot but-”

“That means paradoxes are a factor of the universe and are some kind of phenomenon that can be tracked and archived like the weather! This can lead to many other theories! I can potentially solve the God-Head Paradox, solve Atolmos’ inquiry on hypertime and even get several theories thrown out!”

Surprise. Pleasant surprise. That was the emotion that was going through the jirachi’s head. First mortal met since making contact and she was smarter than initially thought. A toothy smile came across the mystic’s face.

“Well you are a pleasant surprise! Someone who is not going to be confused,” the terse talking seemed to break. “If you do not mind, can you be my guide? It will make my job far more lively.”

Floating and talking it was then. This would at least be an interesting partnership.

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(asktheisle) Quetzal had his fair share of seeing other beings in his time in space-surrounded by Minior, the occasional Deoxys, very rarely a Jirachi here and there. The serpent eyed this strange looking Jirachi, humble curiosity taking over.

"You must have seen quite a lot, wherever you came from. I don't suppose you could entertain my curiosity a little and tell me about this universe, and how you see it?"

Ah a Rayquaza. How quaint. This was all Apolly thought looking at the world serpent. His existence was mundane to the steel type, but his size could not be discounted.

Dela, on the other hand, could only gaze in awe at the weather clearer. She was used to encountering legendary adjacent mons but none this massive.

“I have seen what this universe is. And what it was,” Apolly was sounding prideful, as this conversation left them enthralled. “I have become numb at seeing certain universes. A lot of them are short lived and brief. Like the weather before you clear it. So naturally this one is no different than any other.”

A good-natured laugh came from the jirachi. They floated right to the dragon’s eye level. They had an air of mischief, yet not one ounce of malice.

"That why I like this universe. The sheer number affected by paradoxes and cosmic instability is palpable. I am thankful for that. As the multiverse is way smaller than you would think. I could only imagine if I was assigned a dead universe."

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Cannelle hesitates for a moment before approaching Delasol. "Hey," she says, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. "My connections say that you know Lenox..." She grimaces, and continues, "They also say that you've been on some kind of revenge spree for people connected to her company. I don't know what happened, but... I want to know if you intend on going after Lenox." (@/teammaxvolume)

A young voice like that instinctively caused the dusknoir to look at the-

"She's like-"

Everything before the specter is aflame. In her left hand a young girl, and pancham cub likely less than 10. The cub is held over a portal, ready to fall through. Or cut, as shown by the remains of what was the severed head of her aunt. She is desperately struggling to escape.

My connections say that you know Lenox.

In between the desperate sobs and crying out for the cub's mom or dad, one name stands out.

"Len!"

The portal closes. The screams of the child are silenced, like a tape being stopped.

The dusknoir trembles. "How? How does this child know that name?"

...you've been on some kind of revenge spree for people connected to her company.

Dropping the corpse of the dead child, Dela just looks down in horror at what she has done. This could not continue. Just kill Risa and go home. No one else needed to die unless they were attacked. All they had to do was-

Keep moving. These people are all connected to Risa. They are less than pokemon. They only exist for her ends. Their fear and despair are fake. Make Risa realize we know her deception.

A second wind gathers in the dusknoir. Her lover is right. These people in this village, this child, this hawlucha, are not real. Their lives only exist for Risa's benefit. What is one or two more?

Following Keenan's orders has done well for them thus far. They know best. They loved her when no human would love her again.

I want to know if you intend on going after Lenox.

Snapping back to the present, the former human looked back at the pancham. Tears formed in the dusknoirs eye. Why does this child know Lenox? Is this some punishment for her actions a decade ago.

"I...I don't...know. Lenox is..." the phantom could not take this anymore. She snuck into the ground and moved away as fast as she could from the cub.

Breathing felt hard. Her vision was blurring. Dela was desperately holding in her sobs. Being anywhere else was better than being there.

Apolly, who had been keeping her distance and was watching the entire time, disregarded the pancham and went to follow the trail of shadow.

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Party Trick: (to Delasol) “GHOST. YOU WERE UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO WITNESS MY MORTAL ANGST. YOU WILL DO ME ONE FAVOUR, AND IN EXCHANGE I WILL RETURN THE DEBT IN TIME.” (The Hatterene pauses, his featureless eyes scanning the Dusknoir.) “…YOU, GHOST, WHO DESIRES THE COURTSHIP OF OTHER WOMEN. TELL ME WHAT ADVICE YOU WOULD GIVE SOMEONE WHO HAS… COMPLICATED FEELINGS ON THE SUBJECT. SOMEONE WHO IS ATTEMPTING THEIR OWN SELF-DISCOVERY.”

(Continued from here)

Geeze. The way this pokemon talked made it hard for Dela to respond. He still had the booming voice, but it was somewhat hard to gauge the psychic's emotions.

The question he posed next gave the dusknoir whiplash. Then again given the psychic type, it likely would know. It was how Keenan figured this out back in the day.

"Uh...advice for helping someone who is queer. That's a tough one on the spot. I can only speak for my own preferences, but I think one universal thing, regardless of your identity, is this."

"Be prepared to cut people out of your life."

As horrible as this sounded. This was a safety mechanism that helped the former human before she became the specter she was now.

"There will be people that will not support who you are, so be prepared to cut ties with those people. Then you need to form friendships with others. It is important to have a friend group, just know even that can be fickle. Multiple points can cause a friend group to fall apart."

Delasol felt bad with how harsh that advice sounded. But she always felt it was something queer people needed to know, and tended to be ignored by the overly optimistic.

Some kind of favor down the road? There was one thing the dusknoir could consider but…no it would be preposterous. It involved a paranoia Dela had.

“I will take you up on that favor. I’m just not sure what that will be for now. But I’m sure I will think of something. Thank you. I hope what I said helps."

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Hope(Less)

It had been some time since everyone had come back from the gala. Fun was had by all, but now the crushing responsibilities of everyone who had gone had to be caught up with. 

More specifically, Gwen wanted to put some serious effort into finding Floyd’s killer. She had her fun, got to act goofy even. However, it was time to get back on task. 

The gothitelle knew if she went at it alone, she would get hard checked by the dusknoir. Considering the mon’s abilities regarding portals played in how Floyd was killed based off the autopsy report, Gwen knew she had to have back up. And she knew just the person to help, someone with a similar agenda as her.

“Hey Len. I have a proposition for you.” Gwen signaled the hawlucha over towards her room. This surprised the hawlucha, as Gwen never usually reached out to her first on mutual matters. It was usually Grohl she reached out to first. 

The hawlucha entered her room, which was still like an H&M exploded. Clothing was in piles on the floor, and on her bed were a series of papers. On a desk, there sat the bucket head mask and bucket, which were separated. The flying type just made a mental note of that for later.

“What did you need?” Lenox sounded patient, despite Gwen and her usual rapor. Aside from some odd or boisterous moments at the Mask Gala, the psychic had been well-behaved. So the benefit of the doubt was more than earned.

“Listen. I have been thinking about something,” instinctively, she pulled out her carton of cigarettes. Then, after a brief pause, put them away. “It's about that loose end we both mutually have. That one dusknoir, the one that had a hand in killing your family right?”

Attention now firmly on the markswoman, the brawler was now interesting. “I’m listening.”

Uncharacteristically, Gwen did not give a smile when this was acknowledged. “We both have a mutual reason to want her dead. She had a hand in killing your family. She had a hand in killing Floyd. I think once we receive word of any sighting on her, we should both team up in killing her.”

Killing Floyd? To Lenox’s surprise, she was very adamant about the dusknoir being the killer. The autopsy pointed towards the dusknoir, given how she fought back during the attack on Arcadium. However, the question should at least be presented, to make sure Gwen even considered the prospect.

“Gwen. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I am all for teaming up with you to kill her, but…have you considered the potential if she did not kill Floyd? I know everything is pointing towards her, given how Floyd died, but what if it is someone else?”

Gwen shrugged. “I mean. If it fit, we have to make the hit. Plus even if it isn’t her, at least we get to help you. So no matter what, we get rid of someone who was causing problems for you, well us. ”

There was still the issue of the blasé way Gwen brought this up, however Lenox was not objecting to this plan. She did want to avenge her family, eliminate someone who was a fugitive, and finally get some synergy with Gwen after years of working together.

“I don’t object. Thank you Gwen.” Lenox sounded more gentle and apprehensive. There were still things around the dusknoir that she wanted to be aware of. Keenan’s location, why they did what they did, and the group’s connection to Roldabonz and OPP. She could not shake that, plus out of everything that had happened in the last few years. It had fallen out as a priority for Lenox. Everything had changed, but this one thing. It felt like she was only doing this out of an attempt to try to have a better rapport with Gwen.

Lenox truly felt no hope for her situation, if nothing she felt fear and self loathing.

Elsewhere, in a separate forest several miles away from White Forest, the subject of the merc’s conversation, Delasol, was floating alone. By this point, she was recovering from the injury Floyd left her when she escaped to where it did not hurt anymore to float. No longer did she have stability issues since she recovered from ectoplasm loss. Dela was used to having these bouts, especially since she was not immune to having bouts of dizziness. 

After all, the dusknoir was never without injury when she was assisting Keenan with their raids.

This got her to thinking, where was Keenan? They had been separated this whole time, for this long amount of years and no response had come up. Keenan should have at least been causing some kind of commotion when they would do what they did commonly, cause death.

When it came to Keenan’s drive, it left her envious. They were never resting, they were always planning for the next raid, or how to stick it to OPP. This will was also extended to the others; if anyone wanted it or not. She could attest from all the mental rewiring that was constantly needed to be done to Okyasu to keep him from running away.

Their psychic abilities were to be respected. During their more intimate moments, Keenan would use her telepathy to calm Dela’s nerves before they would do a raid. It was also used during their more intimate moments and heart to hearts.

While the specter had been away from most social media and news for a while, the odds of her own bounty being taken down were low. She needed to reunite with Keenan…or did she? After this entire time separated from the galladvoir the only time any sort of conflict came to her was because of something Keenan ordered her to do.

Any bit of violence that has happened to her was always a result of Keenan’s orders or doing something for Keenan. Granted, her murdering the assassin was to genuinely avenge Okyasu, whom Dela did decide to allow to flee because at the time of the attack everything truely had gone south, she wanted to at least get him away from being killed. Which did not do him any good. She never should have left his side, maybe then it would have saved him.

Keenan should have never let him get dragged further into this cycle. It was not like Keenan and how Dela were. They had met each other and masterminded the escape from OPP. Dela felt she should try to reunite with Keenan…but only to close their matter.

Despite how heavy the deck was stacked against the ghost type, Dela just appreciated the few moments of calm that she had not seen in almost 2 decades. She should take her time in finding Keenan, just to allow herself time to think on her next course of action.

For once, she actually felt hope, cautious, but hope was there, but also a sense of independence away from Keenan.

(Delasol is available for asks)

(My extremely late post for @asksavel hope event)

[askbohemiancompany]

A Perfect Counter

“In other news, Omni Pokemon Products will be hosting its annual open house, showcasing the best brightest in the field of science, including the debut of the new Sentinel line of robots.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t any dinosaurs.” Floyd chuckled, recalling the time where mercs had to be called in to kill some dinosaur pokemon that had gotten out of captivity and were starting to eat the local wildlife on an island they were being housed on.

While the talking heads continued to ramble, Floyd got up and moved into his kitchen to check on the steamed seaweed he was preparing for basculine wraps. The apartment itself was not set up for his massive body, despite how nice it was. Floyd had always had trouble finding a good apartment that was his size. The Crates, housing complexes that were made to cater towards big bodied pokemon and their families, were often near bad neighborhoods. Even though Floyd had made money hand over fist, he still could not find a place in Arcadium that was in a good neighborhood and could account for his ‘girth’, as Gwen would often tease.

As he approached the pot he peered towards his bedroom, which he could see down the hall from the kitchen, he noticed his bedroom door was closed. That set him off, as he always made sure his door was open, it made him think someone broke in. Even if this was a nicer neighborhood, it was still Arcadium. Plus after helping Freddy get Gwen back, Haines might have sent someone out of retalition.

Quickly mega evolving, he slowly crept into the room. The thin halls cut down his movement, so ambushing was going to be tricky. Turning on his scanner, he began to flip through the settings until he found something on his EMF meter. Yup. Ghost-type. Whoever thought it was a good idea to break into his home was in for a shock.

Floyd barged his way in to try and get the drop on whoever was in his room. Darting his gaze around the room he turned around and searched the whole room.

A purple tint appeared around his neck, prompting Floyd to quickly roll out of the way to try and find the attacker. Following the scanner, the attacker was hiding under his bed. 

Firing a dark pulse under the bed, the target quickly turned into a thin shadow and swiftly traveled out of the room. Floyd aimed for the where the shadow was going to be, but it was too fast for him to shoot.

The portal that had appeared around his neck confirmed who his attacker was, it was that Dusknoir that assisted that masked mass murderer a while back. Out of all of the mons, it had to be this one. Their power set made fighting them a massive problem, especially ones 

Okay, Dusknoirs are slow mons so if I can catch them with their guard down I can kill them pretty quickly. I need to get the drop on them too. Don’t need them countering my shots

Keeping towards the ground he crawled awkwardly towards the open living room.

A shadow ball was incoming, which Floyd countered by casually firing a dark pulse to get that away. Speeding up he was free of the hallway, he saw the ghost’s signature in the kitchen, the corner lighting up like a flashlight. Shame. I just got that granite top done too.

Floyd increased the strength of a dark pulse and fired 4 shots through his counter right into where the energy signature was the strongest. A scream of pain escaped the ghost’s maw as the dark pulse struck her in her right arm and an area close to her tail.. The ghost countered with a shadow ball striking him in the shoulder.

An alarm began to blare out. Their fight must have finally got someone to pull the alarm. This startled Delasol, giving Floyd just enough time to deliver a quick uncharged dark pulse to her stomach knocking her down.

She was not moving. Did he kill her? He did hit her in her center mass.

Floyd slowly moved towards the dusknoir, preparing for the finishing blow. He readies a maximum changed dark pulse.

He fires.

As the attack nears his target, the dusknoir quickly summons a portal.

The blast of dark energy returned to its sender. The blastoise attempts to dodge, but he is too slow striking him through his skull, pulverizing his right eye, and shattering the water type’s skull from that blow.

Dela sat on the kitchen ground in pain from the three strikes that did hit her. 

Turning her attention towards her victim she turned to see what happened and the aftermath shook her. The reaper began to heave, unable to throw anything up due to her new physiology, making her feel worse.

Something about killing him made her feel unwell. Dela had killed mons before, why was now causing this reaction.

Despite her trembling, the phantom pulled herself up, breathing heavily forming a portal out to a stretch of White Forrest she recalled from a while back.

The phantom pulled herself through the portal leaving the assassin dead in his apartment.

Once the portal closed behind her, Dela collapsed emotionally and physically wiped out. Why she acting this way now? Was something wrong with her? Where was Keenan? What should she do next? All of these questions buzzed into her head as she collapsed in a field.

[omnipokemonproducts]

Delasol(Unaskable)

Gender: Female

Species: Dusknoir

Age: 58

Height: 6ft 2in

Moves

Phantom Force

Gravity

Dark Pulse

Ice Beam

Shadow Ball

Shadow Sneak

Mini Bio: Dela was once a former scientist of OPP who worked under [CENSORED]. After a failed attempt to explore the distortion world led to her body being changed into a dusknoir, and being forced by [CENSORED] to be studied and experimented on. After she met Keenan via telepathic conversations the two became friends and eventually broke out. After forming a group of like minded mons she helped murder several OPP scientists and anyone connected to the company in an overblown act of vengeance.

Currently she is wandering about, trying to find Keenan and try to figure out what to do next.

Art by Solara

[omnipokemonproducts]

Lost Souls Part 2

(continued from here)

Dela continued to lie in the warm cozy bed. She admitted it had been a long time since she actually slept in a bed that was not the remains of a long destroyed village 

“So tell me what do you do?”

The guest paused as she was drinking. She had no idea what to say to the friendly gourgeist. The minute she would mention what she actually did the gourgeist would toss her out and she would be in a worse position. “Oh. Well I was a human but died and now I am like this. I mostly just wander around.” The dusknoir thought that would be vague enough to not giveaway her origin but satisfy the gourgeist’s curiosity.

“I see.” The gourgest’s tone was hard to determine. The tone sounded content, but there was an air of sternness, like she did not believe what the giant ghost was saying. For good reason to. “Do you have any friends?”

The former human looked to the side. It would not hurt if she was honest on this point. “Yes. I was actually looking for two of them, hoping I could reunite with them.” Dela took a sip of the tea. She squirmed uncomfortably in her bed trying to position herself to where she was not applying pressure to her wounds.

The host took a sip of the tea and put the cup back down on the counter. “I see. What are your friends like?” The gourgeist gave her a look that was hard to nail down. It was gentle but was very analytical. 

Dela was given pause at the nature of the question how could she describe both of them. “Well my first friend is big. He has been through the ringer and part of it is due to the actions of me and my other friend. I wish to see them again one day and see how they are doing.” Okyasu. How was he doing, was he safe? She sure hoped so. Maybe when she finally met back with Keenan, she could talk Keenan into letting Okyasu live the rest of his life peacefully. Maybe she could visit him from time to time.

“My other friend,” Dela at this point began to long for Keenan. “They have been through a lot in recent years. They are my best friend and I even...” The dusknoir recomposed herself. “Sorry. It isn’t like romantic put it is like this loving and warm platonic embrace they have. Whenever I feel bad they just cuddle alongside me and all of a sudden I feel so much better. Like any and all problems and worries I have just fade away.” Without realizing it, Dela was blushing again.

Mercy smiled. “Well it seems you get really warm about thinking of them. Especially the latter. Are they ghosts like you to?” The blue phantom was taken aback by this question. It was an odd follow up to this normal question. “Oh uh. No. One is an aggron and the other is a gallade...voir. It is complicated.”

“I am not one to judge. You seem to have a good set of friends.” There was a warmness from the kind and very supportive host. Mercy leaned forward in order to try and sneak a peak at her guest’s tea cup, just to see if she should get more. Delasol noticed this and extended her cup. “I am good on tea. Thank you though.”

Mercy nodded. “I must ask you something. Are you undead? Because I sense your soul is very weak and is thinly spread out over your body. Like you entered the Distortion World.” Dela froze. How could this gourgeist know or even sense that? Was she emitting an life energy... or a lack of one apparently. “I will take that silence as a yes.”

“H-how did you know this? Y-you can sense that from just looking at me?” The phantom stammered. She felt nervous, like she was a subject for some lab techs to study, again.“Do you go to the distortion world often? I could sense the radiation from there, so to speak, on you?” 

“N-no. I do have access to phantom force to enable me to move from one location to another. I t-think it taps into the distortion world somewhat.” Dela was worried where this was going. Who was this woman and how did she know so much on ghosts? The phantom was blinking rapidly fidgeting in her bed, dreading what was potentially coming next. To her shock the gourgeist looked bright eyed, her mouth in a sharp smile. “Tell me, when you feel better can you demonstrate this power for me pretty please?”

This was bizarre. While an odd request, Dela could only nod her head. After all she had to make it up for her somehow.