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A cyan-haired fae answered Zexion’s calls, appearing abashedly out of a secluded spot in the undergrowth with the grace and poise of someone clearly born by supernatural means. Over her long navy coat which was the same shade of blue as her eyes, was slung a graceful bow with two wing-like shards that resembled antlers. Her bright jade-green eyes met his as she attempted to discern what it was that he was shouting for. She waved a hand high, causing several ferns to rustle and announce her presence.

Zemna groaned slightly and she sat up. She looked around and slightly recognized the area. She stayed still as she wondered what happened after she had been knocked out.

Cerva shook her head as she looked around. "I certainly wasn't expecting that... But I suppose I should thank Dusk sometime for saving our lives..." She murmured, though no one would be able to hear what she had just said.

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Meka hesitated for a moment longer, then backed off. There was a better way to do this. Maybe less likely to fail.

Spiri took a breath and flew away from the tree. She was still within sight of the rest of the group. But she was way out of earshot. She didn't want anyone around while she did this. She cleared her throat and gulped. Here goes nothing

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Zexion yelped, startling at the rustling ferns as he whipped around to see who had answered. It hadn't been a voice he was familiar with, and his fears were confirmed when his eyes raked over the majestic bow. The air around them grew heavy with condensation as Zexion shuffled backwards, putting more space between him and the mystical fae that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "W-wh-who are you?!" He stammered, hands reaching backwards to grab a weapon, any weapon, bit his fingers grabbed nothing but tattered fabric. Well, he at least had enough condensation on his side to blast one person far back enough for him to make a run for it.

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Bri opened his eyes. How long had he been asleep, he rolled slightly in the direction of Isa. He felt tired, and hoped everyone else would reunite soon

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The fae frowned, trying to figure out what was troubling the male before she dropped her bow altogether, ruffling her hair sheepishly, “Ah, I’m sorry I scared you.” She nodded at the bow, which she sheathed so that the antlers appeared to come to each side of her head, as if she were a deer. “Oh, you won’t need a weapon; I promise you I’m not going to be hostile.” She nodded toward the thicket, “My name is Elysian. Xearneas. I think I found this November that you call for.”

On the verge of dozing off, Isa cracked an eye open before haphazardly pawing at Bri's face. "Go back to sleep." He mumbled, another yawn escaping him. "Zexion isn't back yet but I'm sure everyone will be here when we wake up."

Even with the bow tucked away and Elysian voicing her intentions, Zexion was still wary of her. "November, the Articuno." He reiterated, daring not to get his hopes up. "Silver hair, blue eyes, unfairly pretty wings?"

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(Think you mean November XD)

Gira brought the crystals close again. This time he was searching for eraquas. He doubted Meka had the chance to deliver the letter, and his internal clock was going nuts.

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"He's this way. A whole group is; and I must say -" She dropped her voice, "They were making quite a racket earlier." She tilted her head toward the foliage.

Meka began circling just above November and Fyssi. She was bored, and clearly she would soon start to nag someone to play with her. Right now she needed an outlet for the boundless energy that seemed to gather quickly within her every time she stopped moving, and never ran out.

Spiri began to let the air out of her mouth in a certain way, vibrating the air in a constant rhythm, walking to the patterns of her own angelic-sounding voice as she sang to no one in particular. The lyrics of her song sounded something of a foreign language. She paced back and forth as she entertained herself with her own song. She had heard this way of making a beautiful noise with one's voice before, and wanted to try it. She stayed out of earshot in fear that it may come out as off pitch or annoying, but honestly she didn't know what others expected anyway. What she did know was that she only was irritating everyone, and had found an easy way to try and entertain herself.

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Shaka sat lotus position in the foliage, back to the group as he focused on the multitude of energies around him. Their dreams, one could say. As the guardian of one half of the sleeping world, he could find his way around the waking realm by tapping into people's dreams, using that to figure out the people around him and who to avoid. The familiar concoction of darkness and indifference wasn't present among the group and Shaka sighed, disappointed but unsurprised. It was hundreds of millennia since he had seen Akuma, a time before he had shaped himself into his current form, when he had not been Shaka at all but still the guardian of dreams. He wondered if Akuma would even recognize him. Perhaps not. He had physically changed so much. The presence of two new drams didn't alarm him, the dreams of starlight and life almost calming him further.

"Oh." He said very intelligently, scratching his cheek. "Uh, thank you? I-i'll be going now." And with those with that he snuck around Elysian and darted towards the way she was pointing. He hoped to whatever deity, probably not Eraqus as Zexion still had pretty complicated feelings about them, that the life giving guardian wasn't lying to him.

Eraqus groaned from the ground, hauling their aching body up. They stumbled, weakened by the transfer of power as they limped in a direction. Any direction. Around them the forest was swarming with life, the screeches of Pokemon and the rustle of flora filled their ears as they spoke to their creator. "The Mistress is here!" They trilled, song floating above the moaning of wood and leaves. "She is not herself."
"Beware be careful" they whispered. The fae swarmed around them, airy giggles caressing their ears as they bestowed knowledge upon Eraqus. Honeyed words dripped off silver tongues, cooed of deceptive lies of how Mor was simply resting, that they had no need to check up on her. After all, why would she want to see the person who had given her the wounds in the first time? It would be so so foolish to believe that she would ever welcome them back after such a confrontation. They were no longer a part of her life, they had lost that right so so long ago it was useless to try and win it back. The only way Mor could ever forgive them was if they recreated her once again, erasing every mistake they had done. And they believed them. Believed that their beloved was safe and sound and that salvation was forever out of his grasp. Sighing, Eraqus looked around their surroundings. Once they had orientated themself, they started walking in the general direction of the base

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The base had been completely leveled. The basement levels were still there, but they had not all escaped damage. In the center of the massive crater was a very unconscious Akuma.

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Mor had lost count of the amount of time she had been weeping, or resting from the intensive release of her emotions. Likely less than an hour. Every muscle in her body was barking in dissent as the mistress of war, death and fate allowed her body to uncoil. And pay witness to the loud giggling and bright song of the air around her. A few of the younger pokemon lay staring at her, as if in bewilderment that such a powerful figure would be reduced to such an emotional wreck. Conscious of her disheveled appearance, mor just stared at them before elders ushered them away. She’d lost count of the years she’d spent in the forest, to the point where all the pokemon young and old started to address her by the more formal title ‘the mistress.’ She’d stopped responding to it after a while, after her path had been consumed by hate, cruelty and pain.

Spiri was still walking back and forth, lost in her own voice. She was surprised by its beauty when used in this way. It was a soothing, yet emotion-filled way of adding life to mere words or phrases. Still, though, there was this sort of anxiety, nervousness, embarrassment. Some kind of feeling that would give one stage fright, to make one sweat while voicing in front of other people. She didn't understand it. Was it not just a way of altering one's voice to make a unique sound? Was it not the same as making a funny accent or a weird noise? Still she kept back. No one wanted to here her voice at all anyway.

Meka was a pink blur once again. She was moving so fast she looked like a glowing pink ring above Fyssi's head. She was on the verge of breaking when she had a sudden thought. DNA. Where was Flick? If she could find him, it may be easier to nag him than one of the others here, as she was sure whatever he was doing didn't take nearly as much energy as fighting monsters at team Rocket's base. Also winning a game against him may be a bit easier than trying to explain one to one of these idiots.

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Bri murmured a little, lifting his head slightly. “I hope you’re relaxing too...it’s not just me who needs to rest, considering all the damage you took earlier....” he shifted slightly, the cape falling off of him a little. He yawned and rubbed his eyes

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Nearly tripping over their own feet and down into the sudden drop, Eraqus stared at the remains, their brain trying to wrap around the destruction. This... This wasn't something they ever gave anyone the power to do. There was no way anyone could have ever... No, they reminded themself shaking the negativity from their mind, everyone had the potential to grow and evolve in unprecedented ways. There were ways to attain this level of power. Seeing a probe form at the center of the massacre, Eraqus slowly floated down towards the ground, hovering centimeters off the dust as they knelt down to gently flip whoever it was onto their back. Akuma looked so peaceful while drifting of into the sleeping realm, his silver locks framing the pale complexion as if he was a ghost. The wounds littering his skin was stark against the sheet white skin, making Eraqus purse their lips. Glancing around, Eraqus glided up into the forest, foraging around before coming back with an assortment of berries within a grass woven basket. Producing some bandages from within their jacket, Eraqus placed them in the basket before stepping back to behold their work. Any immediate danger had been healed with their sovereign power and enough berries to keep Akuma well fed was present. Nodding in content with the deed, they drifted back up into the forest, melding with nature seemlessly

"I am, don't worry." Isa slurred, sleep smoothing his words over into a slurry of unintelligible mumbles. His body was pliant against the bubble, sleep lapping at his conciseness threatening to pull him down into undisturbed rest

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Zemna stood up shakily and started to look around the area. She recognized the area as Mt. Silver and wondered why she, along with the rest of the group was here. She was dealing with complicated emotions that she didn't truly understand right now.

Cerva was still sitting on the ground. As she watched Zemna she considered events that might happen. She sighed as she thought about how she even became this form. She wasn't completely sure why she had felt compelled to find the refugees in the first place but at the same time was glad that she did.

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It took a while (read: a full hour) for Zexion to finally stumble upon the faint whispers of a hypnotic song, a songstress pouring her heart out into the wind. It wasn't in a language he was familiar with, yet he could sense the sorrow seeping into every syllable, drenching it in melancholic beauty. Careful to keep his footfalls light, Zexion followed the enchanting tune until he broke into a clearing, coming face to face with the owner of the haunting voice, Spiri.

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Spiri bristled at the sight of the Palkia, and her jaw snapped shut in a heartbeat. The shock of seeing Zexion combined with the strange feeling of embarrassment at the thought of someone hearing her emotional discharge. She should have known someone would pop up looking for them eventually, but she had been so lost in her own song that she'd forgotten the rest of the world existed at all. Also, she supposed, she'd suspected they'd take longer. "Z-Zexion? How'd you get here?" The words came out quickly and loudly, as this was an incredibly awkward time.

The pink blur dashed out of eyesight in a heartbeat. Whether this was because of the Mew's speed or because she turned invisible would most likely be impossible to tell, as Meka went in search of the one group member all the others seemed to have forgotten about. She thought she might as well hit two spearows with one rock throw, as went the saying, she would find Mewtwo, and they could stop worrying about him, if they ever did in the first place.

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November stirred a little after Zexion arrived, wincing as his own burns came back full force. It didn’t take long to notice that Spiri was missing, and his heart clenched. had he scared her off? Looking wildly around the territory, he heard Spiri’s voice again, mentioning Zexion. He limped toward their area, stopping near the ring of trees, and for all the world, looking like a black sheep in a land of snow. He knew he should just leave at this point, but he questioned the Palkia his voice quiet, “Zexion? Where’s Gira and the others?”