Arc four:
The buildings crumbled down into scrap metal.
Architects failed to see their structural flaws until it was too late
Blueprints told stories of what would come
I'm a constructor that helped build a titanic mistake
We build on land that was unstable
We were born to fail
Born to taste the ground of defeat.
Chapter 65: Nascency
Emotions...Cyrus didn't like to delve in them, he preferred to be rational and straight to the point. Robotic. It's how he designed his underlings to function after all. Emotions muddled the mind, there were an indefinite concept and thus could not be calculated or relied upon. The Galactic grunts operated with inhuman efficiency, he stripped them from their individual minds and connected each of them to a group. Of course stripping a person of their minds would wholly destroy them, however, tinkering with psychic pokemon, electromagnetic waves and humans helped him in structuring the hive mind system. When he saw his grunts at work, he couldn't help but be the tiniest bit proud. Only the barest amount. Without feelings, without spirit, they functioned as one and the margin of error remained minimal. Unfortunately, even with his glorious Team Galactic, he suffered defeat at the hands of a brat. Three brats to be precise. Often times, Cyrus found himself thinking and he attributed his downfall to his raw passions. If he controlled his sentiment and did not allow himself to get angry, his judgement would have remained clear and he could teach those upstarts a lesson. Alas, the universe does not spin according to a single individual's desires and more than a year later, he now stood at the summit of Mount Coronet; the mellow wind of the evening brushed through his stiff, spiked hair and he clasped his hands behind his back and observed wondrously. Just for tonight, he promised, he will let amazement course through his veins. His tiny irises shifted and beheld the Sinnoh natives as they posed themselves at their respective points. The indolent one had his cheeks littered with rice as he sat on mamoswine and kept a respectable distance behind Dialga. Opposite them, the blonde boy haphazardly dodged attacks, his flame tinted irises burning with ambition and desire. The third, a noble female, stood some distance in front of him, her face angled to the moon. Cyrus felt an inexplicable emotion every time he saw the three teenagers and these ranged from downright disgust, to respect and warm approval.
And he hated himself for feeling these sentiments.
A seam formed on the moon and for the next few moments, time stood still. To him, the world became monotone and he witnessed the lord of the underworld making an appearance. How bold. To think a group of children and inexperienced people dragged the creation trio into the Poke-verse. He had seen pictures of Giratina in the books, in scientific papers and the ghost legendary had been depicted in various forms of art. None of them captured the magnificence of seeing the beast up close and personal. Like most ghost types, the renegade pokemon instilled a measure of fear with its presence but the fear he experienced was undiluted. Primal. Unfiltered and pouring into his very core. The serpentine monster slithered out of the crack of the Poke-world and changed into a different forme. At once, time flowed again as Diamond moved into action. The brilliant red chain came alive and gleamed lustrously in his chubby hands, the boy charged blindly and managed to secure the crystals around Dialga's groaning form. Cyrus gasped involuntarily, his mouth hung open. Do these children have no veneration for the creation legendries? He spied their faces, blank as a slate, when Pearl hefted his restraint up and effortlessly snaked it over Palkia. The two mythical beasts roared in tandem and to his utter astonishment, none of them blinked. He watched the males strain at the unbreakable chains and with gargantuan effort of both master and pokemon, painstakingly dragged the time and space titans away from each other. Golden tiles ripped up underfoot and when those monsters realized that struggling only added to their predicament, they simply remained docile.
He conjured up an image.
The image of distilled terror.
Tourmaline liquid gurgled down a funnel and dripped slowly on his consciousness. Staining it to the darkest form of black.
Spreading it across and seeping his entire being with a mystifying sense of dread.
He couldn't describe it.
However, it made him feel alive.
A sick sense of satisfaction pervaded through him on seeing Giratina visibly recoil when the Red chain crawled over his form. The Sinnoh born stayed deadly quiet and dutifully held on to the ends of the chains as the lariats bound their quarry and bit into their hides. The tension amongst the Dex criminals heightened, he saw his employer look over the heads of her department members and her lazuline irises locked on to him. A brief gleam passed her eyes before she tartly commanded him and Charon to traverse the distortion world in order to check if it's safe for the rest of her lackeys to enter. Charon trembled and adjusted his glasses nervously, the older man broke out in a cold sweat and the collar of his shirt dampened. Letting go of his clasped hands, Cyrus merely nodded and fearlessly strode into the alternate universe. For the first in a long time, he felt thrilled. He felt alive. His pupils dilated with pleasure as he crossed from one world to another. A queer sensation overtook him and this lasted for a moment, his breathing increased and his heart fluttered faster. Quite suddenly, the distortion world unfolded before him and he exhaled softly. Devoid of life and spirit, masses of land floated about aimlessly and water flowed backwards. He perceived no sun, yet a heady warmth perfused the area and enabled strange vegetation to grow.
"Is it safe?" He heard the words coming from a different dimension and he replied in affirmative. A sense of urgency seeped into Cyrus' actions as he ordered Charon to move. They gained their freedom and nothing will ever force him back into the Poke-world again. To him, this spiritless, lifeless and lawless world painted the ideal utopia. Ignoring his aide's sputtering warning and heated excuses, he marched to the edge of the rocky platform they currently occupied and jumped right off. A surprise waited for him when instead of plunging to the abysmal depths, he alighted on a second platform of rock. His astonished reflection stared back at him from a pool of shimmering liquid which Cyrus suspected might not be water. He waved to Charon and the man followed suit, resolving to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the Dex Criminals. Together they whizzed away into a strange dimension and the two Galactic members caught glimpses of the outside world through the reflective surfaces. The sky, a broken canvas of multiple shades of blue, each showed a different time of the day, halves of the moon and sun peeked out from different fragments and for a minute, they stood hypnotized. Curiously, Cyrus did not see any pokemon inhabiting this world and he wondered if Giratina was responsible for such a mismatched environment. The more he saw, the more convinced he felt that people had already tampered with the world. And by the looks of it, the process did not proceed as planned. Inwardly he snorted, how will the Pokedex holders reshape this universe?
Because to him, it was perfect already.
Unknown time
Distortion world
Unknown location
Time passed...Or maybe it stopped flowing altogether. Cyrus could not tell. The duo flitted aimlessly and every time he glimpsed a hair of his captors, he turned the opposite way and ran. To his utter dismay, the leader of team Galactic did not have the chance to land at a city towering with black, futuristic buildings. He had a premonition that the Dex-criminals would alight and initiate their grandiose plans there. They wanted to turn the reverse world into a physical manifestation of their dreams and hopes. In a way, it's the ultimate desire of every human being to be content. But their happiness will just be an illusion and nothing more. Jumping off a platform orbiting the sub-continent, Cyrus and Charon hid themselves behind a boulder and some green undergrowth; they keenly observed the other party branching out and investigating the sable town. Then the group converged in the city centre and this time the two department leaders bravely released the legendary pokemon they painstakingly gathered for the past three years. Instantaneously, changes in the world occurred. The sky became uniform and a sliver moon hung in the flawless blue-black canopy. When the titans were released, Regigigas made an appearance and begun pulling other landmasses to the centre and connected them to the large one supporting the City of Black buildings, to Cyrus' alarm, the little island they hid in floated closer and closer and a large golden chain hooked into the base of the isle and an ice titan reeled it in. Quickly, the two men emerged from their hiding place and scrambled away. The smaller pieces merged into one giant earthen jigsaw and the golems drew them in like magnets.
They found themselves hopping form one piece of land to the other.
A chase against time.
But time did not flow in this world, his mind argued.
Or maybe it did.
After all, Celebi, the time traveller and offshoot of Dialga, currently flew about on tiny transparent wings and the abrupt shifting of the winds, reminiscent of the distortion world, stopped.
Then...
A legendary war broke out.
Screwing a pair of sophisticated binoculars to his eyes, Cyrus watched, with apprehension and a trace of glee, as the mythical beasts warred with one another. The most captivating battle was conducted in the sky, between the lunar duo. Cresselia, its swan-esque body highlighted by the moon, expertly entwined itself between tendrils of mellifluous darkness. Darkrai zipped up and down, dousing the environment with a thick dusky smoke which choked the surroundings and killed anything it touched. A sparking dust dissipated the cloying sheet of sable and the morbid mood lifted. At times, thick grey clouds obscured the moon and Cresselia fired back with aurora beams. The multi-coloured beams froze on contact and tucked away in one corner of the world, Cyrus observed Darkrai being completely frozen over, it's nemesis hummed gently and levitated. Moments later, a thick cloak of black engulfed the ice coffin and it shattered whilst the pitch black pokemon emerged unscathed from the fragments. The duo resumed their brawling and Darkrai closed in; fashioning a multitude of extra appendages from its shapeless mass and trapping Cresselia in it. No other legendary creature came to help and they all seemed to busy themselves with their own battles. Strangely, Rayquaza, regal in its primordial form, placidly watched over Kyogre and Groudon. The sea basin pokemon suspended a violent vortex of water above the towering skyscrapers of the city and swam in it, tidal waves summoned from within the whirlpool surged towards Groudon and the continental pokemon countered with plumes of lava; the two elements met in mid-air and hot, liquid mud rained down on the city and soiled the impeccable surfaces of Black City.
A huge shadow clouded the reverse world and everyone looked up to see Cresselia thrashing in the confines of Darkrai's vice grip. The ghost pokemon drew closer and the psychic type appeared visibly sick, its iridescent wings stopped buzzing and lost their shine whilst her enemy's single cyan eye glowed brighter still. It moved with an insidious gait and as her enemy approached, a brilliant shaft of light, fired directly from the moon, completely tore through Darkrai's protective shadows and scattered the smoky existence apart. A puff of black billowed outwards, the restraints turned into dust and floated to the ground. Cresselia straightened up, healed herself with the power moon and hovered in the sky, ushering in a sense of calmness with her presence. Several legendary beasts halted in their brawling in order to accept her. A black ring formed around the moon and the disjointed remains of Darkrai cast an ominous eclipse on the argent disk.
Celebi and Shaymin glared at each other. Gracidea flowers grew plentifully in the distorted world and the little creature took the liberty of gnawing one off from its stalk and transforming in the sky forme with it. They floated a couple of meters above the ground and beneath them, flowers and tiny plants struggled to grow through the cracks of the black brick pavement. A whoosh of fire, spewed by some fire monster, charred the patch of greenery into cinders and Shaymin pulled the pollution in its body and purified the air. The two half grass types stared at each other for a moment longer and inwardly came to a unanimous decision. Whirling on Ho-oh who conducted an aerial battle with Lugia and the elemental birds, the duo attacked. A seed flare torpedoed marble sized seeds and pelted the rainbow pokemon. Some of the projectiles hit the delicate wing bones and it shattered with a satisfying snap. The phoenix disengaged from its brawl with Articuno and faced Celebi, the onion fairy hovered unflinchingly. It took Ho-oh a moment to rearrange its seven toned plumage before diving for the time traveller. Celebi sidestepped, it opened a shimmering portal in mid-air and the mythical bird plunged into it and flew out of the other side seconds later.
It promptly crashed to the ground.
On closer inspection, the Dex-criminals saw a chick opening and closing its mouth. Infantile Ho-oh did not have a crest and its downy feathers glowed a bright gold and lime green. The tiny bird tweeted pitifully, snuggled in Crystal's palm and tucked its head behind a miniscule wing. Up above, the time travel pokemon surveyed its work and huffed in satisfaction. This will be the fate of anyone who dares to disrupt Celebi. Groudon and Kyogre spared the fairy-esque creature a glance and quickly took the battle someplace else. Zapdos, Moltres and Articuno stopped trying to slice each other into ribbons and hastily subdued Lugia who began flapping its wings. Together with Shaymin, Celebi set up five portals around the edge of Black city and the air around them warped. The time travelling pokemon plunged into the first circle and methodically came out of the other, each time it soared out of a time gate, a forest sprung up and the gratitude pokemon set to work in maintaining it. Some of the other legendary pokemon halted in their combat in order to observe the duo at work and Jirachi, who floated aimlessly across the rapidly darkening sky, woke up lazily and the eye on its belly gradually opened, revealing an ebony iris. The titans, who shifted the landmasses and pieced them together as one, filled the corners of the continent with their elements. Regice shaped a frozen wasteland in the north eastern corner and Regirock drew flat plains of barren earth and fertile land. Registeel filled the earth with precious metals, stones and other minerals humans might need in order to go about their daily lives. Regigigas allowed life to flourish and with a loud grunt and a colossal heave of its chains, reined in a particularly large island, the isle collided with Black City and sent tremors rippling through the continent.
Clouds obscured the sky.
The white puffs eventually darkened.
Pregnant with water and ice.
And it began to rain.
Crystal shielded the chick Ho-oh from the deluge as it uttered a drawn out chirp. The band of humans stood in the city centre and huddled from the downpour. Strangely, the rain felt revitalizing instead of depressing and the water starved plants greedily lapped up the moisture and grew in size. Shaymin regressed into its land forme and frolicked gleefully in a patch of bright flowers. Over to one side, Articuno sent a chilling breeze and it danced with the rain. Some of the droplets morphed into snowflakes and drifted peacefully to the ground. Soon, the awestruck Pokedex holders found themselves kicking up snow. They were too afraid to play in it though because in the next second, the snow melted and the liquid around their feet outright evaporated under the harsh rays of an unforgiving sun. The clouds vanished, their clothes steamed, dried and offered a welcome relief from waterlogged clothing.
How long would this continue?
Blue wondered and shielded her eyes from the abrasive rays. She could feel the pores shrinking as her body dehydrated. Glancing at her wristwatch, the woman was not surprised to see the second hand ticking at one spot. Time stopped behaving normally when they stepped into this world. The azure eyed female did not want to be here, alas, she couldn't see a way out. All around them, the darkness stretched out infinitely and if they had the unfortunate luck of getting in the way of the warring legendries, their fragile existence would rupture altogether. An unearthly roar snatched her attention away from her inner contemplations and to her horror, she witnessed Rayquaza take the field, it whipped Groudon on the side with its finned tail and plates of red exoskeleton chafed off. Kyogre had electric blue lines pulsing over its body and it fired a barrage of brilliant blue spheres. The energy projectiles tailed the emerald serpent and detonated on contact, scooping out muscle, flesh and severing nerves, glittering green blood spewed out and the lord of the skies uttered a pained cry. Regigigas, tired of all the uproar, unhooked a chain from a landmass and swung it across the dimension.
The fabric of reality ripped and the Dex-criminals gasped in tandem.
And the mythical beasts were too busy with settling personal scores in order to take note.
A legendary pokemon had their own space and function in the Poke-verse. They were designated to hold command of a certain element and do their duties for the proper maintenance of the earth. Each one of them had their own domain and these domains never crossed each other. Crossing over would mean a breach of trust and authority and by all means, they had the right to protect their pocket dimensions. Most of them did not live harmoniously; they were not created to be lumped together in a confined space. Century old grudges and bitter emotions rose to the surface and fuelled their instincts, egging them on to cause chaos in the world. The distortion world was Giratina's realm, the ghost type perfused it with his essence of malice and spite and these lingering feelings drove the other mythical beasts about. Normally docile and in charge of mediating feuding legendary pokemon, Rayquaza flailed about, it's pockmarked body a sore sight for any eyes. More rips and tears materialized in the distortion world and to their surprise and alarm, the humans could view the outside world through the gashes. They beheld Sinnoh as well as the towering pagodas and elegantly designed castles of Ransei. Kalos spread out before them, a giant playground with its twinkling lights and tasteful architecture whilst Alola remained dark and mysterious, the islands and their respective tribal customs a secret to the Criminal group. Through another laceration, the bell tower came into view, its golden spike gleaming an aeriform gold and Crystal held out chick Ho-oh closer to her.
In between the rips and tears, the humans noticed a greyish mass pulsing and wriggling at the seams. They seemed to be flying in from the outside world and soon, the partial skies of Unova, Kalos, Sinnoh, Hoenn and other regions became clouded with this greyish dust. Green squinted…what were those things? With a chatter which rattled his brains, the denizens poured inside the distortion world.
Unown.
The creators of Arceus. His mouth fell open as the Sinnoh trio informed him the pokemon were found in ruins. Platina further added that whilst they were extremely weak individually, they could create things beyond the scope of human imagination when grouped together. Diamond and Pearl seemed delighted by the symbol pokemon's appearance but the rest of the members watched with dread. The area above them had a swarm of unown whizzing about and they poured inside the distortion world from all directions. Green's eyes flitted about restlessly from one gash to the other and his mind whirred as it tried to calculate a safe trajectory to the nearest spatial rip.
He swallowed.
They would never make it.
Not at this rate.
Not between roars rending air apart and certainly they could not afford to traverse across a space filled with countless unown and heat seeking energy spheres.
Suddenly his vision blurred.
He blinked and saw Blue rubbing her eyes.
And everyone started doing the same.
Strategy's commander observed all the members blinking and rubbing their eyes. Crystal let go of Ho-oh and the little bird flapped its wings, descended gently to the ground and squeaked pathetically. To their alarm, their vision tunnelled to one particular spot and started fading all together. Silver pressed his palms against his eyelids and opened them up again. He couldn't see anything at all, not even a prick of light. His fogging mind added to his growing anxiety and he was unable to think properly. Gold and the others spoke but he could not understand their words, their speech came muffled, like they were underneath a deep pit of water. A gurgling noise in his ears grew in intensity till it drowned everything around him. Silver pulled his hair and felt no pain, he pinched himself and realized that a sensation of numbness pervaded his body, the Johto native tried to talk, he eventually resorted to screaming but only a muted whisper escaped his lips. His consciousness folded and the last thing he recalled; was struggling to say his own name.
Afternoon
Sinnoh
Beneath Mount Coronet
"..re you... -ake?" Crystal opened her eyes and tried to make sense of her surroundings.
"Are you awake?" A monotone voice asked and the person sharpened into focus, a silver chain dangled right in front of her face and she saw the simple locket reflect the watery sun's rays as the light streamed through a porthole window. Silver, who sat on a wooden chair next to her bed, looked paler than ever and his cheekbones jutted out in unattractive angles, a curtain of red hair obscured part of his face and she curbed the urge to reach up and push it away. Sporting a black, high collared t-shirt, the male leaned back and added, "She's awake Gold; better get her something to eat." Instead of heading out of the room, the amber eyed individual took of his peak cap, ran a hand through his messy hair and plopped unceremoniously on her bed. Crystal wanted to kick him right off and then decided against it when he smiled mildly and traced his fingers across her cheek. "...I'll go get her something to eat..." Silver sighed and got up, his friend waited till he left the bare room before asking her a question of his own.
"You okay?" She nodded, her parched throat prevented speech and she desperately wanted a drink of water. "That's cool; you've been out for three days." Gold informed her and kicked his legs in the air in a childish manner, he slipped his hand underneath the covers and fumbled around, eventually he located her hand and grasped it tightly. "I got scared...Silver too and Emerald curled up into a ball and started wailing about how you will die. In fact, everyone worried about you..." he paused awkwardly and held on to her tighter, "...I'll stop with the depressing words. Welcome back Crys." He grinned again and she noted the almost defeated look in his eyes. There seemed to be no mischief dancing in his golden irises and she managed a smile of her own. "Do you remember what happened?" he queried and she shook her head. "Oh...that's the main problem we are facing...All of a sudden we are all clonked out in the middle of the room downstairs and no one knows why, not even Green." Gold nodded at Crystal's inquisitive look. The girl threw off her covers, blushed when she saw herself clad only in a silk nightgown and pulled them up again. Holding up the duvet, she manoeuvred herself in a sitting position and stared out of the grimy window. Three days...What happened three days ago for all of them to simultaneously fall into a coma? Her eyes caught the expanse of snow surrounding the base of Mount Coronet and she tried to think. Unfortunately, thinking proved to be painful.
The door opened and Silver sidestepped to allow Emerald in, the short teen jumped on the bed and threw his arms around her. Gold forcibly pulled the Hoenn native away and the duo began bickering. Accepting the glass of water from her red headed friend, she greedily drunk it up in one gulp and uttered a satisfied sigh. Thereafter, she commanded them to leave the room and kicked Gold out because the man decided to stay put. Shivering from the cold draft which managed to sneak its way in from under the door, the Johto female got up from bed, winced at her stiffened joints and muscles and made her way to the clothes rack nailed to the far end of a peeling wall. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped to stare. Her cheeks had sunk in, her skin was unnaturally dry and her hair looked worse than a staraptor's nest. She thought of Silver, perhaps they weren't so visually different after all. Pulling off her nightgown, Crystal donned a new set of clothes and grappled with the buttons, her fingers didn't obey her commands. Taming her fizzy hair, she styled it into two ponytails and fixed her trusty hat on her head. It felt too heavy. Clipping her pokeball belt on her waist, she checked herself one last time in the mirror.
A sad face stared back at her, she hated this. She wanted to be out. Crystal wanted to tell the truth to them.
Downstairs, Gold hollered her name and she flinched, the face in the mirror didn't smile at his affectionate tone, exhaling dejectedly, she smacked her cheeks and put on a cheery smile before vacating the room.
The three commanders sat crammed in their shared bedroom. Two watched the third one as he hunched over a bunch of notes and scratched his head in an irritated manner. Diamond unwrapped a roll and took a moment to eye his late lunch before forcing half of it into his mouth, next to him, Blue burned holes in Green's back. Strategy's commander muttered to himself for the umpteenth time, scribbled on sheet of paper and after mumbling some more, scrunched up the sheet and threw it over his head. It bonked Dia square on the head before bouncing off and joining the other scrunched up paper balls on the floor. Ignoring the two adults, Dia thought about what he and Pearl could do today, Missy caught a cold and they had the responsibility of caring for her. Platinum vehemently refused to contact her parents and even though he'd never admit it to her face, he realized that she looked very cute when she was sick. Pearl kicked up a fuss as usual, the guy hassled over everything. The monotony of seeing Green work, broke when Blue kicked a paper ball away, the sun started descending and with it, the atmosphere cooled down. A terse silence stretched and only the sound of rustling paper and Diamond's eating punctuated the stillness.
"Aren't you tired by now?" Blue interjected and Green grunted something incomprehensible, "Green! Stop writing and look at us for a minute." The man straightened up, pushed his hair backwards and rotated to face them; he had shadows underneath his eyes. "Well? Did your toiling for the past three days amount to something?" Constellate's leader harshly queried, "You don't remember a single bit of information do you?" Her co-worker said nothing and instead fixated on Diamond's donut, the boy was about to shove the last bit in, instead he offered the half-eaten pastry to the spiky haired individual. Blue sighed; no way would Oak eat that.
"Are you hun-gry Commander Green?" Dia asked and held out his bitten doughnut.
To their surprise, he leaned forward and accepted it, "Famished..." he intoned and after eyeing the edges warily, he ate the pastry up. "I'm so hungry I can't think straight" he admitted and faced Blue, "I can't remember anything at all...no one can and I'm trying to understand this phenomenon."
"...Go ahead and kill some of your brain cells while you're at it." Blue delivered sarcastically and rolled her eyes, "we have to get to wor-"
"Diamond" Green ignored her and cut in her words, "what is the last thing you remember?" he questioned and leaned forward.
The indolent teen stuffed a berry back in his food pouch and focused on the Kanto native, "I was help-ing Pearl make soup for Missy, she is very sick." He solemnly added and Blue burst out laughing. Green twitched and sighed...Okay, not the right answer, the Sinnoh native decided and spoke up again, "do you mean before the mass coma?" Strategy's leader replied in affirmative, "Oh...You shou-ld've just said so..." this remark sent Blue snorting some more and the lady grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "The last thing I reme-mber...Hmm, we were looking at the Red chains and you told us that it only respo-nds to those born in Sinnoh. Then we set a date aside to open the disto-rtion world... a clear day with no clouds, minimal wind and a full moon. We hiked up Mount Coronet during the evening and used our pokemon as scouts in case any helic-opters or drones fly overhead... Finally, we reached Spear Pillar and senior Green used the time and space orbs to summon Dialga and Palkia." Dia could never forget the heart stopping feeling on seeing the legendary duo in flesh and blood. His breath stopped when Dialga traversed to their world. The moment he did so, the blue jewel in Green's palm shattered into fragments. For a moment, a slight wrinkle in time occurred before reality resumed its natural course. After picking his jaw up from the floor, Diamond summoned Moo and hurriedly went to his designated place behind Dialga, with Palkia's appearance, the duo dissolved into a fight and this war happened to be the key to force Giratina out of his distortion realm. "The space ripped and Giratina appe-ared. Pearl and I got to work and I chained Dialga up...Huh? Oh no...It wasn't that difficult" The teenager responded to Blue's question, "the chain weakened Dialga consi-derably and it tied itself up. Then...Then...I remember going into this fuzzy world and my head hurts if I think about it. I'm sorry, that's all I can recall."
"You have done enough...In fact your memories and everyone else's' end just there, we simply can't remember what happened further. My hypothesis is that we found some place and released the legendary pokemon...Since I don't have them anymore." Green tapped his fingers on the stained oak desk, "although the success of our project is another matter altogether." The male scowled at nothing and drummed his fingers harder on the table, "more importantly, I'm starting to wonder about the effects of not having any legendary pokemon in the Poke-verse. I suppose it will cause some changes, be it minute or drastic, in this world...I hate to think that this dimension will become uninhabitable..."
Blue got up and smoothed her jeans down, "We could ask Platina," she said, "the girl knows a lot of information we don't. Dia, I know she is sick but this is an important matter, could you take us to her room?" The chubby boy nodded and brushed away crumbs and food residue from his cheeks. Kicking away papers, the trio made their way out of the small bedroom and alighted in the main chamber. The three departments did not have the luxury of individual common rooms any longer and thus, most activities were conducted in one of the two large rooms making up the first floor of the base. In one corner, a blazing fire danced in a stone fireplace and warded off the perpetual chill of Sinnoh's ice-capped mountain ranges. Pulling his muffler tighter around his neck, Dia waved to Sapphire and Ruby, the duo sat with Crystal and busied themselves with books or in Ruby's case, sewing up a new disguise. On the opposite end, Gold bore down on Whi-2 and Silver gave his friend a good kick in his behind, White hurried past them, with Musha frantically tailing after and she had several thick files in her arms. "It just occurred to me that Cyrus and Charon aren't here anymore..." Blue paused thoughtfully and slowly ascended the stairs, "...Wow, I can't think I missed their presence, since we woke up, they haven't been with us. Green pointed that there might be a possibility of them escaping whilst the rest of the Organization was still in a coma, "True, however I'd be able to track them till the ends of the earth," she fished out a cell phone and peered into it, "they are not in this world anymore."
The conversation lulled when they stopped in front of Platinum's door. Like the rest of them, she shared a room with Pearl and Yellow once Diamond moved into the Commander's chamber. The noble was fast asleep, her navy blue hair spilling like ink over stark white sheets. On hearing the slight creak of the door as it opened on rusting hinges, she woke up, pale eyelids fluttering and giving way to inkwell-esque irises. The noble grabbed her robe off a nearby chair, slipped it over porcelain white skin and beckoned her friends to enter. Platinum Berlitz never experienced such shabby living conditions but there was a certain thrill in living such a disordered life. The wall mirror had a large crack through it and the plaster crumbled off in several places. Central heating did not work and when a blizzard hit, which happened often in these unpredictable mountains, she beheld the room frosting and freezing over. Icicles formed on the ceiling and dripped bitterly cold water and sometimes the new generator gave them problems. The only sure indulgence were the hot springs and after a long day of work, she looked forward to soaking in them, the steaming water melted her fatigue away and gave her a refreshing sleep. The three commanders grabbed stools to sit on and converged around her, they had queries and she perceived their questioning gazes land on her. Pulling her hair into a messy bun, the head maid in her home would've admonished her severely, Platinum made herself comfortable and engaged in small talk, sooner or later, one of them will ask.
"What will happen if the legendary pokemon are not returned to this world?" Green fired first, the man kept to the point and she admired him for that.
"The balance of the world will break down senior Green." Platinum politely replied and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, "Lord Arceus created the legendary pokemon in order to maintain this world and over time, if their presence is missed, it will spell disaster."
"We know" Blue breathed, "what Green wanted to ask is if there will be any long lasting negative effects in this world if we relocated the legendary pokemon? I read in some ancient scriptures that as long as those made for this universe inhabit this world in some form, then disaster will be averted. This prediction held true because we captured many of the legendary pokemon and kept them in special holding cells...And later master-balls and nothing drastic happened to our Poke-verse." The brown haired woman flipped her hair back and tried to control the overwhelming agitation in her voice. "Green suspects we let them loose in the distortion world, alas we can't really confirm that but what will happen to this world if-"
"Trans-lation please..." Diamond interjected, "and talk slowly, I don't understand half of what you are saying."
I don't understand half of what you are saying. The two Kanto natives jolted and zeroed in on Diamond who shrunk under their scrutinizing gazes.
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"Red...Used to always say the exact same thing..." Blue whispered and smiled sadly. Inhaling sharply, she fanned herself and opted to stare out of the window. "Let me explain to you, so listen carefully alright?" The teenager nodded and listened with rapt attention. "The legendary pokemon are made for his world right? And as long as they stay here, whether in a dormant, active or even in a shackled form, this Poke-world will continue to function normally. Legendary pokemon do not die easily and if they are killed in an accident or by another legendary pokemon. Their body dissolves and Ho-oh...Who is in charge of creation and re-birth, will fix their consciousness into a new body. Basically, the phoenix will resurrect them. However, what will happen if the mythical beasts are not dead but relocated somewhere?" Execution's new commander echoed her question and she pointed at Platina, "we came here in order to find out...But it seems we have no definite answers.
The room grew quiet as a grave and the last rays of the dying sun filtered through the window and touched upon the bare surroundings. "Merely musing about answers will yield no results and scratching our heads for supressed memories will do no good either." Platinum's normally crisp voice turned soft and she eyed the two older leaders and noted their slumped, subjugated expressions, "why don't we focus on finding and rescuing Senior Red instead? It shall lift the overall mood of the organization if they have something to do either than lazing around and wallowing in their despair." Her speech did not elicit any form of reaction from the Kanto natives; however, she saw an indignant spark flickering in Diamond's clouded irises.
A/N: So sorry for taking so long to update, but I thought it would be a welcome break since this is the first chapter of the final arc. Once again, I'd like to thank each and every one for reading and reviewing. It gave me the motivation to continue this story. Please read and enjoy; and let me know what you think.
Much thanks to ThePhantomOfP3 for alerting the story, hopefully it continues to be an intriguing read for you. At Guest 1: I guess Yellow sees someone who needs a lot of love. And I think Green can be kind and/or considerate when he wants to be. He grumbles and she soothes, perfect no? At Jack54311: Food? They can forage for food (…just got reminded of my AoE playing days) Goofed? Are they really? At Guest 2: Blue taught her pokemon some old tricks. Since she is a con-artist/kidnapper, at times she has to acquire male clothes on the job. And that's were Wigglytuff comes in, no way in hell is she gonna take an unconscious guy's clothes off (the mental imagery might haunt her). At Guest 3: Dia is overwhelmingly sweet and devious. Personally, I think the characters in the D/P/Pt arc of the manga went through the most character growth and I wanted to explore that in this story. It's cold, rainy and misty where I live and the sun hardly comes out. I might even forget what the sun looks like :P At Eevee: Everything is going fine, thanks for asking…well apart from exams that's breathing down my back but I found that sleeping is very helpful. I'm actually busy studying and I hope everything is awesome by your side. Hugs and oranges for you :D (I like oranges…pity I can't substitute them for food.) And your review made me really happy btw. At sakurafox1218: I like to think that Arceus was created (unwittingly) by a bunch of Unown who just collided into each other. Black City was in the distortion world, Idk, how that city fits in Unova to be honest. Sometimes, I feel that Pearl is jealous of Dia's growth. Pearl is always controlling Dia so when the latter does break out and start making his own decisions, it proves to be a bit overwhelming.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, merely this story. The arc introductory quote is by by C. Ek