She squeezed her eyes shut, but soon flicked them open wide. They
were still rapidly changing colors. "Don't-don't get close..." Her
tail and wings seemed to squeeze her smaller, to shrink her form.
Her feathered wings seemed to change colors, as in a couple
feathers seemed to change colors at the tips, turning white, red,
and light blue. It seemed like they did change colors, but you
couldn't be sure, unless you wanted to count all her feathers, but
that would be boring. She dug her sharp nails into her skull,
little beads of blood forming where the skin broke. She squeezed
her eyes shut once again, wincing at the pain.
Chrysie flapped her wings and stared at the specks of blood, "I
don't think you're doing so well..."
Chrysie walked to Nyx and nudged her hand. "Is it the disease-the
curse?" Her eyes glittered with worry.
When Chrysie touched Nyx, her eyes flicked open, both blood red.
She growled and snatched the pokemon up with one hand to her
throat. "Who are you and where am I." She growled, her voice
radically different, higher pitched and more childish, but also
cold, and the tips of her wings and tail feathers were red, light
blue, and white.
Chrysie pawed at Nyx's claws feebly. Darkness was gathering at the
edges of her vision. Well, if she was going down, she wasn't going
down quietly. She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. She let
it out as a huge shriek, disarming voice.
Nyx dropped the pokemon, but not because of the shriek, but because
she was getting no reply. "Why won't you answer me? Where has Nyx
taken me now, and who are you?" Her voice was cold and collected.
Chrysie felt a flicker of triumph for a second, but then squashed
it. "Well, why should I answer you?" Chrysie glared at the
new Nyx, wishing the old Nyx was back. Chrysie said, "Nyx, are you
in there somewhere? If you are fight the other Nyx!"
Bari blinked slowly. What on earth was going on? 'Er...ya're on a roof, I mean if ya just looked
around, ya would know,' he replied, being the smart alack he
was.
Nike spotted it on the other side of the roof. She jogged over to
it, hoisting it unto her shoulder. She walked to a different side
of the roof and set it down, opening it and digging through the
contents. "Good... Nothing's broken..." she mumbled as she zipped
the bag up. She sat down, leaning against the edge of the roof next
to the bag, staring at the sky.
The Buizel gave Chrysie a confused shrug, not knowing himself what
was going on. 'No idea toots,
though I have an idea that maybe we shouldn't be here, dunno what
she'll do, ya know?' He said, 'Sides, I dunno if she'll be stable or
not.'