#kyuureimu

[exnusquam]

@kyuureimu

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His distress was theirs to match, and the stranger considered him with sad, regretful eyes. They'd not expect him to still have such a strong reaction to a question so simple- how naive of them to assume he'd be feeling less lost within this idea than he used to.

They want to reach out to Kyurem, perhaps touch his hand or shoulder, express a sign of compassion for the ice dragon, the remnant of what he used to be. And beautiful he used to be. He still was, but in a different, less confident way. He seemed tired, weary. And they wish they could releve him of this pain.

They bite their lip, as though wanting to say something, before reconsidering. Their golden gaze averts, shifting to move past him, as though unable to meet his eyes. Shame strangely written on their face, ever subtly.

"I'm sorry to hear it burdens you so." They begin instead. "If only there was a way to relieve you of your sorrow, love. I wish I could help you in some way."

[skullkxd]

Nobody:

Ree:

yeah. I can’t even argue against this.

[fusionbolts]

"Kyurem 'm so sorry for calling you a nerd for your really long lectures about the Dragon Force teaching is haaaaaaaard and I haaaaaaate iiiiiiiiiiit—" / @kyuureimu

[exiledscn]

@kyuureimu they're friends now

Kyurem... had been through a lot recently. They could see a lot from the Distortion World, particularly now that they had more means to peek through the cracks. As one of the few others who actually treated them with some respect—Giratina felt the need to check in on him when it was all said and done.

"I brought some coffee." They hold up a paper cup from one of the local cafes. "Want to come take a break?"

[aeroblcst]

@kyuureimu

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She smiles at him, visibly enjoying how annoyed Kyurem got. She finally folds her silver handfan and claps it into her free hand, giving him an innocent and winning smile.

"Oh, Kyurem, apologies! It's Lugia. Silly me, I should have made sure you knew beforehand."

[vcrdant]

"How many times do I have to tell you that you are not allowed in my garden, 'Remus'?" / @kyuureimu

[doublebattled]

"Alright. This time, we're gonna crack this." Hilda paces around the top floor of Dragonspiral. Weeks. Weeks of this, slowly collecting all of the information she could possibly find on the new Plasma, about whatever the hell it was they were up to, about her brother.

Please, let this be it.

As Zekrom's go-to hideaway, it served as the perfect place for Hilda to try to collect information somewhere well and truly private. She knew all too well that the League's safety wasn't guaranteed, after all, and her apartment—well, she didn't exactly have faith that her apartment was even remotely secure. She'd had to pick her own lock more than once after forgetting her keys, and it was alarmingly easy.

So Dragonspiral it is—it had the added bonus of being officially labed as a protected site, meaning anyone without league approval wasn't getting in or out willy-nilly. And even then, the upper levels are all nigh inaccessible to anyone not on dragon-back these days. In short: the perfect spot to hide away from Unova's ongoing chaos and assemble what they knew.

(Whether the complex looking pins and strings they'd assembled on the wall was more helpful than it was a hindrance, well... that was anybody's guess.)

Zekrom remains seated on the floor in front of the pinboard, studying it intently. They couldn't help but worry for their sibling just as much as Hilda. For months now they couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that settled like a pit in their stomach, that something horribly wrong was occurring in the Unova region.

"Alright..." Hilda muses, continuing to pace around the floor, "We know what they're up to now, at least—kinda—but we still have no idea where they're actually based. You said you can't tell where Reshiram is, exactly, but N might be able to narrow it down based on what some of the former Plasma grunts know. That means that—"

Hilda stops abruptly as Zekrom grabs hold of the hem of her shirt, stopping her in her tracks. They look grim.

"Hilla... something feels wrong... We need to leave. Now." / @kyuureimu 👀

[oathofmoonlight]

@kyuureimu // u didn't like my starter call but ur getting one WHETHER U LIKE IT OR NOT

"I know you've been over this already, but this is for the official record. Believe me, I didn't ask to be assigned to this case either."

Kaguya clicks her pen impatiently. Apparently this case ran much, much deeper than her involvement. A destroyed city, ancient dragons, a man hellbent on world domination... It almost made her nostalgic. Her presence here was really in the interest of tracking down these dragons, but the only way to do that right now was by getting more information. Getting more information meant questioning those present... and, evidently, those liable to be close enough to the scene to have any sort of intel. This fellow was, evidently, a local. One of the few who actually lived within the area of the Chasm, according to other townsfolk. So beyond the so-called hero, who she'd have to track down later, this man was her best lead.

"State your name and occupation, please."

[xeternitas]

@kyuureimu​

“Well, now. There’s a face I haven’t seen in a while. Need me to carry you inside again?”

[paradlseguardian]

@kyuureimu

That frigid air... he had known cold like this before. It had been a long, long time ago, longer than anyone nowadays would remember, but when Koraidon was still home, when the lands we walked on were still nameless, he could swear he'd met a being of similar frost before.

The winged King shivered. He admittedly wasn't fond of the cold, but he could live with it. Koraidon scanned the area, and then he saw him.

The remnant of the original dragon.

Koraidon prayed he wasn't here to fight. He wouldn't let himself be bullied, not anymore, but he also knew his chances of victory were slim to none. Kyurem and Koraidon were both typing wise effective against eachother, but Kyurem was literally a GOD - Koraidon had no delusions of grandeur that would deceive him into believing he could win this, least of all easily.

LORD OF FROST,

the fighting type signed with his webbed hands,

I PRAYETH THOU HAST NO INTENTION OF FIGHTING. I WISH ONLY TO BE THINE ALLY.

[popgoesthesneaselreturns]

To sleep and dream was one of the things that could sometimes give peace to most people. However, for Sal slumber wasn’t something he looked forward to due to nightmares. Thankfully, that had changed somewhat. He was more at peace these days thanks to finding a quiet place to live. Some of the wild pokemon did look at him when he acted strangely but it was ok. So long as they left him alone he was fine. It was still lonely though, but what else could he do? There were other things that drove Sal though, his love for the arts, along with the exploration of the self. Understanding himself was a challenge Sal had undertaken. So he kept on looking within.

At present, Sal was skating on ice. This was a common action for him, one that he was fond of doing. The Sneasel’s movements were perfect, as he lept into the air spinning around in circles many times before landing. The action brought a sense of peace, but also sadness. Part of Sal did still wonder if his love for the arts was something he should enjoy or if he was wrong to like them considering his teacher. As he pondered, he noticed a figure nearby.

A very very large...scary looking figure...

@kyuureimu​

[exnusquam]

[mun] Kinda gay Arceus ngl

feat. @kyuureimu

[skullkxd]

@kyuureimu said: “Cry. Scream. Break something if you need to. Just… you need to process this somehow.”

Ree laughs a little, nervous, as they run against the scars running across their neck.

“You don’ even know what ‘this’ is,” they point out, “I’m … I’ll be fine. Yknow? I’m always… fine.”

Eventually.

[fusionbolts]

"Kyurem, can I borrow a deactivated Golett? Pleeeeeeeeeease?" / @kyuureimu

[armcnian]

Just kind of. Gently pokes Kyurem. "Are you alright? You seem like you've got a lot on your mind right now." / @kyuureimu

[stcrtrainer]

@kyuureimu

"Eep!"

Alright, Leilani is not proud of the squeak she makes as the wormhole spits her out uncomfortably close to a very large, very intimidating-looking dragon. She reels back, nearly tripping over herself as she does. What are you supposed to do in this situation? Make yourself big? (No, wait, that was Snorlax.)

Cosmog is no help either, hiding behind her from the much bigger, scarier, and probably stronger pokémon.