Akuma flew off without another word, took off. His first step when
he got back was to see if he could get a pair of Nullifying cuffs.
Then at least even if she managed to break containment she couldn’t
just teleport away.
Jack is wandering around the other legends. No sign of the Univa
legends, or any of the Swords of Justice. Where were they. He
wasn’t able to see them in the prison because they did something to
him with the experiments. He holds his sword tightly, wanting to
get revenge on the people that hurt him and the other legends, and
even normal Pokémon. He grips the holster again.
Luke is walking around aimlessly. What to do in a different realm.
He could see if the jumping and floating gets turned into flying,
but that could turn into something bad. He sighs, wanting to do
something but can’t. He sits, staring into space.
Bri noticed Jack in the corner. He continued eating the bag of
sweets he had gotten from his trip. He slowly walked over to him,
stashing his bag away. Could he be the Cobalion...? He had always
wondered if the others 3 swords of Justice was alright. But this
was the first time he had seen one get caught up in the mess, and
it’s Cobalion. He walked over with a carefree attitude
“Hiding?” Morrigan crooned, pacing back and forth as she batted
away the smoke with her wings. Spiri had already disappeared,
although this did not quite worry the mistress of death anytime
soon. Gathering her Farrum strength, she raised her hellish energy
and clenched her hands. The rocks at the top of the cave dislodged,
coming down into a massive rockslide.
High in the air, Spiri was overheating, she was out of earshot from
Morrigan and was deaf to her taunts. It occured to her that, after
the battle with Meka, maybe there were techniques she could use to
make the most of her humanoid form. But now was not quite the time
yet, as she was diving down, causing a ball of white-hot, angry
dragoness to slam straight square against Morrigan's spine, the
fire crawling across her feathers jumping to scorch the mistress of
death on impact.
Jack sees Bri come over. He looks at her attire. Could this be the
Keldeo? He lets go of his precious sword and gets up from the rock.
He says to her, “Are you Keldeo?” He really wants this to be Keldeo
so he isn’t the only Unova legendary or mythical. He awaits a
response.
Luke is still walking around, now pacing, trying to figure
something out in his head. Ugh, this was so frustrating. Why
couldn’t he just go back to his original form. He sighs again,
wanting to get out of this stupid mess that Giovanni made.
“Ya got it, Keldeo’s me alright.” He smiled cheerfully. “The name’s
Brighton, but you can call me Bri. And before you say it...I’m a
boy, I just tie my hair like this.” He grinned and shrugged
nonchalantly. He took his large hat off and held it in his hands
Jack just nods. “I’m a boy too.” He takes his hat off and lets go
of his sword since he is calm and found one of the Swords of
Justice. He is glad he found Keldeo, or Bri. He likes the company.
Now to find Virizion and Terrakion. “My name is Jack.”
Luke watches as people interact. His human side takes over. Now he
wants to interact with the other legends, but his other side
doesn’t really care. He decides to stop pacing and wait for the
right time to say hi to someone.
“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled and just casually pointed a
finger behind him to create a large bubble in which in flopped
onto. “Have you ever been caught up in this mess before?” He
offered a sweet from the bag he was eating earlier
Jack took the bag. “No, I haven’t. And I think we would’ve
remembered if we have because we are in the same group of legends.”
he jokes. He eats a piece of the snack. It was super good. As he is
eating he asked, “Where did you find these?”
Luke is just doing what he is doing, trying to find the right time
to interact with someone. (Idk what else to put)
He wasn’t expecting Jack to just take the whole bag out of his
hand. “Oh! Um...I just brought it went I went to get supplies with
Giratina....Gira.” He said. “Why don’t you get comfy?” He indicated
the bubble. He wanted to be able to trust and get to know him
“Um, ok.” he says. He gives the bag back to him and goes into the
bubble. It feels super weird, weird but comfy and satisfying. He
likes it. He trusts Bri, he trusts her a lot. He hopes to get back
in his original form and go back to Unova with him and the other
swords.
Luke sees the bubble, and his human personality thinks of it as
“Yay! Bubbles! I love bubbles.” while his other personality is like
“No! Not the bubbles! I hate bubbles!” They fight over the control,
looking weird doing it.
Bri put his hat back on. “I really want a Casteliacone right
now....” He said absentmindedly as he took a sweet and ate it while
giving another to Jack. “Human treats can be so amazing...” He
stretched lightly as he looked up at the Distortion World,
marvelling at the weirdness
Mor squawked in anger - more fury than pain since her wings had
flipped up last second to take the blow. She was knocked briefly to
her knees, but took advantage of the dragoness’s close proximity
for a final attack. Her hands - and eyes glowed a demonic violet as
she summoned two supercharged dark pulses that hit Spiri point
blank in the head, knocking back the dragoness several feet.
Morrigan followed that up with a jolt of the same red lightning
that she had started the fight to restore her health. The mistress
of death allowed for the dancing embers on her feathers and body to
be snuffed out by her stygian power as she waited for her opponent
to rise.
Vera noticed Fyssi's absence but acted like she didn't. She looked
up to Fyssi for actually doing something to help the refugees
instead of wanting to but being way too scared to do so. She sat
down and waited in case any more refugees happened to be hiding or
something like that.
(Bri’s talking to Jack, and avoid one liners perhaps?)
Bri slowly ate a sweet as he sat with Jack. He felt two...no three
pairs of eyes staring at him. He hoped that they weren’t judging
him for anything. He wondered what his others friends were doing,
notably Isa and Zexion but he thought about his newer friends too.
He stood up and got off the bubble for the moment and looked
around. He wondered if Nelty was about also
Shade looks at Gold. "Should we really be doing this? I mean, I
know we have to know if people are hostile, but spying seems
unnecesary" He says, concerned. "Relax, Shade, We're Fine. I mean,
We've met some of these legendaries back when we were pokemon."
Spiri kneeled there, on her knees, them being scraped painfully
against the ground. Underneath her, she felt the damp earth and
heard the rushing of the river behind her and knew she was mere
feet away from falling straight into the depths. She had no doubt
she could swim out of it, and considered the possible escape route.
After all, she hadn't prepared herself before rushing against
Morrigan, and raged at the idea that she would loose the battle due
to being so careless, but mark these words, Yveltal would pay for
this. Her tail flame had not yet extinguished, and she was still
white hot (ha ha, literally). She wasn't going to win, not in pain
like this, but she was at least going to make the demon suffer for
this, the absolute abomination. Without warning, she shot the blue
flames in the direction of her opponent, allowing little time to
react, let alone dodge.
Morrigan took the attack hard - hardly able to think as the harsh
cruel bite of the flames tore away at the feathers and membrane on
her wings. She had no time to rise when the flames grew close
enough that she could’ve bit them. The Mistress of Death had no
time to counter, so she was forced to endure the full force of the
blue flames. Yet, she didn’t recall making a noise, not even a
whimper; too stubborn or too proud to grovel and beg as the
torturous pain ate away at her senses. Most of the top layers of
her dress were burned away almost immediately, yet the layers that
resembled the carapace of hard scales on her body-reminiscent of
her cocoon - stayed intact. Eventually, this pain would recede as
well. All things went away, leaving only the survivor to haunt its
requiem and collect the rubble. All around her, the flame left
actual gouge marks on the ground, marks of Spiri’s battle fury. A
seed of grudging admiration blossomed within her as she realized
how quickly she’d been brought to her knees. Either she was
rusty...or she’d spent her years just being plain arrogant. The
dragoness was capable, no doubt — and Morrigan had to admit that
she had not had a battle like that in…ages. Centuries, perhaps.