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//Hi! Wow. It’s been way too long. Really sorry about that, folks! I’m back to let you all know that Dialga has been moved to my new multimuse blog over at @tellescope​​.

He’s still finicky so he’s not one of the primary muses there but he is available should you wish to play with him again. That said unless we talk it over it’ll be a clean slate.

I'd love to see you there! And who knows, since it’s a multimuse you might find other characters you’re interested in too. You don’t have to come of course and I understand perfectly if that’s what you’d prefer. If that’s the case it’s been fun, thank you for the threads, and I wish you the best in your adventures :)

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//Sorry for the extended absence, folks. I’ve been having some computer trouble and on top of that Dialga has decided to be a pain in the ass when it comes to writing him.

I will be back on this blog I promise you that.

But until then you can find me over at an OC who has been much more prominent in my mind lately; @onyxmansion. I’ve been fixing up his blog when my computer isn’t locking up. So in those bouts of functionality I’ll be over there for a while.

I’ll return here, hopefully fairly soon. I feel like I need a change of pace is all. Maybe that will help. When he comes back I’ll try to bounce back and forth between the two.

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//Hi folks I’m back!

It was an amazing trip but left me rather exhausted. I got in last night PST but I’m gonna give myself until Monday to just relax. I’ll get back into the swing of things then. Thanks for waiting a bit longer :)

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⎰ Kuro ⎱

Kuro watched the boy quietly. Quizzically in fact. Just what was with this boy? Wait. Those stories… Was he looking up Dialga and Palkia? Why in gods’ name would he when he has to be Dia. This kid looked just like Dia. No mistaking that. The head tilt. The curiosity. The way the ponytail falls when asking the fateful question. 

And there’s only one answer to this question. One that almost makes Kuro cry, but he forces back the tears. It’s just so familiar. It has to be Dialga. His old friend. Ha.. He forgot to tell Dia that he didn’t age at all since he was immortal. Beings such as himself were sort of cursed to never age. That’s how they worked where he was from.

“You carry the same aura he once did. You even look the same. To say that we’ve never met before would be a lie. I am not judging you if that is what you think. My name is Kuro and this is the exact cafe I once took a being named Dialga who looked a lot like you to try actual food.. All those years ago.”

Oh good job Kuro. You probably just scared this kid. You? Take a giant Pokemon anywhere? That’s a laugh. But the fact of the matter was that it was true. Very true. Kuro had no reason to lie. Hell, he’s never really lied about anything that he’s said. Not telling someone what world your from is one thing, but to outright lie? No, he wouldn’t stand for that. Not one bit. 

That aside, he was hoping this kid wouldn’t just run away from him. If this kid was Dia- 

Well, he’d be a very happy camper that’s for sure.

    When the stranger actually answers rather than writing him off as weird Eon glances up, only to write off the stranger as weird instead. The same aura? Looks? They have met before? Maybe this guy is mistaking him for someone else. But the aura comment throws him off. How can they sense something like that?

    And then his eyes go wide at the mention of who they brought to the cafe. Who somehow looked like him? Okay, yeah. This guy is nuts. Eon slowly scoots his chair back, trying not to make it obvious. He’d really like the comfort of his staravia friend right now but she’s outside; doesn’t like the smell of coffee. He’ll have to make do without her. A subtle pull of his book into his lap. A glance at his poketch open to the clock app. Pretend you’re late for something.

    As he opens his mouth to make an excuse it occurs to him that this may be the break he’s been looking for. Yeah the stranger will probably just be talking nonsense, but maybe not. He’s been looking for stories about his deities for a long time now. New stories. Maybe this is it. So he puts his book away, but then scoots his chair back to where it was and eagerly leans in over the table.

    ❝Tell me more.❞ It’s worth the risk. If they are just crazy he can walk away any time. If not this will be the best day he’d had in years.

    There is another factor in his choice. When Kuro introduced himself that fire inside hurt less. After a long time of feeling empty, clinging to anything, even pain, it felt as if he’d finally found a piece of his puzzle. With that name something just slotted into place. It felt right. He definitely knows them somehow. Maybe it’s not all nonsense after all.

    So, fair exchange. Introduction for introduction. He holds a hand up to his chest and says, ❝I’m Eon. Any information you have on the Creation Trio is helpful.❞

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⎰ Kuro ⎱

“Ah I see… I never really would have expected you were a pokemon. That wasn’t a world I had been yet. I actually met a couple of pokemon trainers. One was familiar with your name. That aside, berries and… Poffins? They don’t sound like just pokemon food. They sound like what a pokemon just prefers over anything if that. Though that is just me and my little knowledge on the ways of pokemon. Forgive my ignorance on the subject.”

Oops. Kuro thinks he may have lightly offended his friend with that preference comment. He never was one for tact. That was Gold’s department, not his. At any rate, he also had gotten curious. What was a poffin? What did it taste like? And what kind of berries did they have here that they didn’t have anywhere else? Would they be just regular berries or would they be otherworldly? 

Ok, now he’s curious and wants to know what a poffin is because for some reason it sounds like it would be a neat thing to have as a snack. Pardon Kuro, he’s dense, but maybe he’d like some anyway. Not like he’s really human and all that.

    ❝You are forgiven.❞ Ignorance is simply a chance to learn and he will provide answers where he can. ❝Humans partake in berries as well but they are far more important a food for pokemon. I have never seen a human eat a poffin. A shame, really.❞

    And Kuro’s ignorance of his kind is also understandable. He never did speak about himself much. Though, ❝You have been aware that I am not human, despite this shape.❞ Recounting the facts helps him fully comprehend the situation. ❝Yet a pokemon was never considered as a possibility?❞ Well it is true that Kuro had not recognized his name when they met. Now he mentions that he had not been to Dialga’s world. That would explain it. As for the trainers,

    ❝The trainers knew my name because I am part of their pantheon.❞ Yep, there’s that smug grin. He’s quite proud of his status after all. People look up to him. Not Kuro however. They had been introduced to each other on somewhat equal footing. And yet still so much about each other remains a mystery. Perhaps in order to alleviate Kuro’s ignorance Dialga should open up more? He’s been handed a perfect place to do so. In exchange Kuro can give more information about himself. Yes, this will do nicely.

    A quick glance around the area to be sure he won’t be accosted because of his next move. Thankfully the amount of people here is sparse and he will reverse the process before they reach the cafe. Not that it wouldn’t be an honorfor Kuro to be seen beside the God of Time but he’s not in the mood right now to be fawned over by random mortals recognizing him. Quickening his steps to outpace Kuro he then calls back, ❝Of course, they are more familiar with a different form.❞ Then he spins to face the other and a flash of light engulfs him, rapidly expanding to be larger than a car and take up most of the path ahead. When it fades Dialga stands tall in all his glory as the pokemon most know him as.

    Long neck lowers his head to look Kuro in the eyes, mouth contorting into as much of a smile as he can manage in this form.

    ❝Unfortunately human society cannot accommodate beings such as myself, hence the form you are more familiar with.❞ The words are spoken telepathically as this form’s vocal chords are not built to do much beyond screech.

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I am flameforged like tempered steel

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I was unhappy with how my previous Dialga and Palkia turned out, so I edited it again today… I added more pink and blue highlights to them too! I’m much more pleased.

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pokemon | regions | SINNOH

diamond - pearl - platinum

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“You’re being inhumane”

Well, I am inhuman

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⎰ Hinako ⎱

          “I protect her because despite how angry and violent I once was, and how often I likely hurt and injured her back then, she still insisted on nurturing me. She seems to do that often and put herself in danger for the sake of helping other pokémon… I regret my past behavior and that is why I want to make certain that nothing harms her again.” The pokémon said with a huff, it was still refusing to move from in front of the girl.  It could sense anger stirring up in the girl and wanted to keep her too from doing anything foolish.

          His wording or phrasing of that, it irritated her, so badly, in fact, she was feeling furious. Out of the corner of her eye though, she noticed the clouds and she immediately did her best to swallow her anger; no need to allow her anger to cause a rain or snow storm when she had just scolded the Silvally for not controlling itself too… Granted her abilities themselves were completely based on her emotions so… No. That was no excuse. She took in a deep breath, held it for just a moment and let it out slowly before she’d speak, “So, if I understood you correctly, what you are telling me is that if you are backed into a corner, none of your weapons… No, in your case, attacks, worked against an enemy, that if you still had the ability to reach out for help and can actually get it, you would not? That you would simply lie back and allow yourself to be killed? I mean you no disrespect Dialga, but that is exactly what it sounds like you are saying.”

          The breeder hated this. She hated challenging someone like this and playing Giratina’s advocate but… She couldn’t help but see his views as wrong. “I understand how you feel about humans creating their own pokemon but, please, think about what you just said. "Legendaries are not impossible to contact.”

                                  Legendaries. 

          Do you know why humans categorize you as such? It’s because most of you, in modern day and time,  are considered just that, legends. A lot of people don’t even know if you are truly real or not. Not to mention that it is usually next to impossible to actually get to meet one of you. You have to have the luck of the gods usually. That and other factors is why my sisters themselves didn’t want to pursue our mother’s wishes in having us meet your kind, because it could take several human lifetimes and be considered a waste of time! In fact, you saying that makes it clear you don’t interact with good humans or really, humans in general, or you would know that. Or, another theory, you are letting whatever it was that happened to you at Spear Pillar cloud your judgement.“ Her voice had been wavering between that of a mother scolding a child and a normal one as she tried to remain neutral as well, not wanting to seem like she was attempting to act as if she were better than the other or something like that. Part of her knew that her words might sting to hear if not enrage the other and the last thing she wanted was to hurt anyone’s feelings, but it was exactly things like this that made her sister dislike the "gods” of this world. 

            “When was the last time Arceus, for example, answered anyone’s prayers? Well… aside from me, because I know how some pokemon look at and will treat me when they hear that I met and spoke to Arceus as a child often enough to know that Arceus is next to impossible to call upon unless you have a way of getting the Azure Flute. I myself was lucky in the fact that I found the Lustrous and Adamant orbs in an artifacts shop in order to be able to call you. Oh, I was lucky to have even received an answer from you. Legendaries are quite fickle too from what I hear. 

         My point is, yes, humans over stepped their boundaries, I will not deny that. However, in saying they had the option to call upon a legendary you are asking them to wait for a response in which at that point, you might as well be asking them to wait for Yveltal to take them. Granted, the legendaries of Alola responded and tried to help without people really crying for help, but even they could barely handle the ultra beasts, the four of those Tapus on their own, let alone those four against many more. And from a report my sister read, the ultra beasts attacked all over the globe, where were those legendaries then? I’m sure plenty of believers cried for help back then and yet according to the reports it was the international police that ended up handling the situation. 

           So while I’m not one to really defend the humans, I can’t just let you unfairly judge them either. They had had options? Don’t be ridiculous, their only option was fight back and survive anyway they could and preserve the lives of those ultrabeasts if possible, or die trying.” She knew Dialga wanted her to understand, but he too needed to understand that the options for humans were far more limited than he could possibly imagine.

     No, that is not at all what he said! He’s never been against calling for help when backed into a corner. He did it himself once. But calling for help does not entail making a new being. Where is the correlation? So as he listens more to her words all he offers in return is a disapproving stare.

     True, when he was younger he kept to his tower mostly. But he answered every call. That was why Arceus created those orbs. So he and his siblings could be contacted from the mortal world. Despite his father’s awful parenting he accepted the responsibility given to him. He answered every call. She must be mistaken.

     Then she oversteps her bounds.

     Who is she to decide if his judgement is sound? She has no right to assume anything, let alone about the events on the mountain. She wasn’t there. If she had been there she would understand. She wasn’t there and has no right to tell him he is wrong because of it.

     Breathe. Don’t yell. She just doesn’t understand. Deep breaths and maybe he won’t be so pissed. Bottle it. But he cannot look at her anymore, despite the fact that she continues speaking. Something about legendaries being fickle and not answering. Well that’s not his problem is it? If his siblings and the others want to ignore mortals that is their problem. Dialga knows his responsibility. He answers every call. They never called him.

     Attacks all over the globe? Now she must be mistaken. Palkia would never allow dimensional wormholes to run rampant like that. One region can be chalked up as a mistake. Worldwide? He knows better. He would have done something had that happened. She is wrong.

                                She is wrong.

                                            She is wrong,

                                                        She is wrong—

                     He can’t do this.

     Without a word he walks away. Not toward the exit but further into the meadow, hopping the ledge to go all the way to the tree line. Once there he stops and for a moment all is quiet. Then the bottle shatters and a piercing roar fills the meadow, sending any wild pokemon scattering. When they first met the roar was defensive, a fear reaction. This time it’s pure anger and he’s losing control.

     The roar continues for another minute and it would be impressive if not for the reasons behind it. When he finally runs out of breath a thud comes as he falls to his knees, staring blankly at the beginnings of a forest floor. Even gods are not immune to tantrums.

     For a while he just sits there, letting the anger subside. He needs some time so he won’t be so prone to screaming again, and preferably not at her. She just doesn’t understand. She thinks she does but she wasn’t there. She didn’t see what horrors can happen when humans overstep their bounds. She didn’t deny that, but she kept denying any other options. He knows that’s not true but he was far too angry at her stubbornness to properly voice it. And would she listen? Likely not.

     That doesn’t stop him from making an attempt once he has calmed down. But even so he does not move from his spot. The words are done telepathically, much like he does with humans when in his natural form. 

     ❝Your report of what transpired does not make sense. I know Palkia. They would not have allowed such events. Neither would I. I have walked this world for quite some time now and experienced none of the worldwide catastrophe you claim happened. We do not sleep like Arceus. We are almost always watching. I in particular can go back to whatever I may have missed and I answer those who call to me. I was not contacted and did not see anything out of the ordinary in my monitoring. I will not say you are lying as you have no reason to, but you must be mistaken in scope.❞

     Then he finally stands up, but slowly, and he does not turn around. Just continues staring into the trees. ❝Given that, I would prefer we simply agree to disagree.❞ He doesn’t want to fight but his opinion won’t change. He can’t let it change or it might happen again.

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//Reminder to those who haven’t seen it.

Also I’ve now got some replies and other things queued up for about the first week so my blog won’t look so empty while I’m gone. After that we’ll see what happens.

Thank you for the well-wishes and I’ll write with you all again properly when I return!

//I wanted to inform you all that from June 21st to July 6th I will be travelling abroad. I have the Tumblr app on my phone and will likely be bringing a laptop but there are no guarantees I will post anything.

I will try to check in every so often to answer any IMs and asks I get but anything beyond that is unlikely. If a reply does happen it will probably be because it was in the queue. I have a queue tag so you’ll know. If it’s not queued it’ll probably be something short.

All in all I just wanted to let you know not to expect much while I’m away. If anything happens, happy surprise! If not, that’s normal. This is a special vacation for me and I want to make the most of it. Thanks for understanding :)

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//I wanted to inform you all that from June 21st to July 6th I will be travelling abroad. I have the Tumblr app on my phone and will likely be bringing a laptop but there are no guarantees I will post anything.

I will try to check in every so often to answer any IMs and asks I get but anything beyond that is unlikely. If a reply does happen it will probably be because it was in the queue. I have a queue tag so you’ll know. If it’s not queued it’ll probably be something short.

All in all I just wanted to let you know not to expect much while I’m away. If anything happens, happy surprise! If not, that’s normal. This is a special vacation for me and I want to make the most of it. Thanks for understanding :)

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⎰ Kuro ⎱

Kuro had decided today was a perfect day for a visit to his favorite cafe. He rather liked this place. The ambiance was nice, customers pleasant, even the workers were pleasant. This whole cafe was what some would call Kuro’s aesthetic. Thus why he chose today of all days to come in. He was just simply feeling like a change of pace and he hadn’t been here in a month at least. 

Might have been longer though. This was the same place he’d taken Dia to all those years ago. Some things never change. And yet a lot do. He missed his old friend. There had been so many things he wanted to do with them. So many things to teach. And slowly, Dia had been getting better. But one day, he had vanished. Of course when that had happened, not only had it saddened him greatly, but Angel’s words came back to haunt the poor immortal tenfold. Screw Angel. Just… Her entire existence was poison to him. 

The lady at the counter stared at Kuro for a few moments before checking to see if he was ok and if he was ready to order his meal. Kuro had to blink and then nod, apologizing for getting lost in his thoughts while he was deciding what to order. That was when the manager had come up and rang Kuro up for his usual order. The manager knew Kuro and let him have his usual, but this time it was on the house as he just simply understood who this man was. Happens when you’re an immortal and someone actually decides to be nice once or twice.

Once seated, Kuro had turned to stare out the window from the seat he was sitting in when all of a sudden this kid comes up out of nowhere and asks to sit with him.

“Why yes you may-”

He got a look at the kid. There was no way. This kid… He seemed to resemble- That can’t be right can it? That guy was taller than Kuro and looked more like gijinka than just a kid who had the aesthetic… could it really be him?

     Not really an answer to the way he phrased it but that doesn’t matter. They said he could sit there and so he does, setting down all his things on his half of the table. With the book now open to the page it had been previously Eon re-reads the last part, flips to another page and skims it, then with a frustrated sigh shuts the book and mutters to himself, ❝It’s always the same stories. What happened after creation? Palkia and Dialga have lives too...❞ 

     He’s lost in his own thoughts now as he grabs his paper of notes and skims it as well. A small addition is made to the end regarding looking into the ‘timespace orbs’. Hearing the stories from their source might help if only the legends will answer his call. The rest of his notes are merely tying certain myths to certain pokemon, but like most books he’s read it’s the same myths over and over. Are the other stories only oral re-tellings? Are there other stories at all? He can’t shake the feeling that there is more to all this. That he is missing a huge piece of the puzzle regarding his deities. There just has to be more!

     He also can’t shake the feeling that he knows this stranger. So with the book closed he looks back up at them, takes another sip of his drink and awkwardly stares. Yeah, somehow he knows that face. And it hurts. Why does it hurt? Is it because he doesn’t know? Not knowing something has never burned like this before, and yet the same sensation provides a warmth. It’s hard to be good at analyzing something you’ve never felt before but he won’t deny the desire to stay here, to stay with them, despite the fire in his lungs. It’s a comfort, pain, when for so long all he’s felt is empty.

     When Eon decides to voice his question instead of just staring his words come slowly, confused, and though he does not realize the echoes of his former self in his gestures they happen anyway. Confusion earns a tilt of his head, ponytail falling to the wayside in a familiar manner.

     ❝Um... have we met before? Because... I swear I’ve seen you somewhere.❞ They’re going to think he’s weird for asking, or creepy for staring, and probably ignore him or leave. It’s happened before. One of many reasons he elects to just stay quiet and read his books. Books don’t judge you. With that in mind, ❝Nevermind.❞ is quietly uttered as he re-opens his mythology book to distract him. Maybe coming to sit with them was a bad idea. But the pain felt so right...

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⎰ Kuro ⎱

“I have money don’t you worry about that my friend. And you don’t have to offer me anything if you don’t want to. I just like doing stuff for others. And you’re my dear friend.”

Kuro started to lead the way to the cafe. This walk was going to be a little long, but he could teach a few more things to Dialga on the way there. No harm in that. As for bartering? Kuro knew about that. He usually does that with nightmares and such, making deals with taking them and or making them not nightmarish. Hey, what was Lucid Dreaming for if not that?

“Incidentally, you said you’ve never tasted human food before yes? If not that… What have you eaten before?”

     Though he feels he should do something in return anyway Dialga merely accepts Kuro’s graciousness with a, ❝Thank you.❞ He will think of a way to pay them back at some point. It’s only right to have a fair exchange.

     As for Kuro’s question... He doesn’t recall saying such aloud but he might have, or perhaps it was brought up in the city where they first met. Regardless it is the truth. And an odd question.

     ❝I eat pokemon food.❞ That should be obvious, should it not? He is a—oh. That was never established between them was it? He had asked Kuro if cafes serve pokemon but perhaps the reason behind such a question was missed. Thus far it has been his only reference to his species. Easily overlooked. He should elaborate then.

     ❝When summoning me in the past mortals often gave offerings of berries. Aside from that I sometimes treat myself to poffins when visiting this world.❞ Technically berries count as a human food as well but he hardly considers them such. They are a staple of many pokemon diets, thus his classification. ❝Other regions have variations of poffins but none are as delicious.❞

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⎰ Alistair ⎱

Alistair listens, nodding while Eon explained why he was at this late in the first place. Slowly, his look of interest turned to one of confusion. The boy had never heard those names before… yet somehow, they were familiar? 

Finally, his scrunched up face of confusion lightens to one that could only be described as ignorance - everything was going in one ear and out the other.

“Canalave, eh?” he says once Eon is done talking. “Sure! I think there’s a gym there! Hopefully they’ll let me challenge it like the other leagues do and won’t enforce dumb badge restrictions. We can go to Oreburgh next, perhaps you’ll dig up a fossil or two!”

“My name’s Alistair. Traveling together sounds fun. It’s nice to meet you, Eon!” Their names, for whatever reason, takes a bit more force to come out of his mouth than usual. Why is he making so many blunders around this guy, when usually Alistair’s only blunders were physical? It made no sense.

Pangaea did his best to frown in confusion, responding “I’m still trying to figure that out myself. I suspect a higher power might be in play.” Before more could be said, however, Pangaea was picked up by Alistair and situated on his shoulder. “Well, better get moving! No time like the present!”

     ❝Agreed. Nice to meet you too, Alistair.❞ It’s wrong. It tastes wrong just like his own name had. What is going on...? No. Doesn’t matter. His life has always been a bit weird. Just ignore it and move on. You’ve got things to do and places to be.

     Since they’re both ready to leave Eon starts toward the exit that leads to the lakefront. It would be much easier to fly to Canalave but staravia is too small to carry him and he’s not sure Alistair has more than just his turtwig. He’d said he was just starting out after all.

     ❝We’ll have to pass through Sandgem and Jubilife. Could be a while. I don’t mind you stopping for battles though.❞ The routes between the lake and each mentioned town/city are thankfully short and they do have the rest of the day ahead of them, but it will still be a chore to walk it all. Especially if they stop for battles. But they are necessary for a trainer. He’s tagging along here not the other way around. He won’t stop Alistair from fighting the pokemon in the area if they want to.

     Eon remains pretty quiet all along the lakefront property and the beginning of Route 201. It’s mostly his staravia that speaks up, eagerly chirping away to Pangaea.  “But why bother? Don’t they have better things to do than mess with humans? Oh hello!” That last chirp is directed toward a wild starly that peeks out of the tall grass at the passing humans. Then she redirects her attention back to Pangaea. “Also it’s so cool that your human gave you a human name! Mine can’t pronounce my name but he doesn’t want to give me a human one so he just calls me by my species. So do you know what Pangaea means? I’ve never heard that word before!”

     When the pair pass the entrance to Twinleaf and the patch of tall grass there is when Eon begins to speak up. Small talk, right? Walking in silence is no longer mandatory when he has a human travelling companion. People talk to each other to make the trips more bearable. He’s never minded the silence honestly but the kid seems rather excitable and would probably appreciate Eon not being so invisible.

     So he adjusts his pace to match Alistair’s and asks, ❝If you’re just starting your league journey does that mean you’re from Twinleaf or Sandgem?❞ Towns where Lake Verity is easily accessible seem the most obvious. It’s strange how he knows next to nothing about this kid yet feels the need to stay by his side. Arceus must have some plan for them...