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At first, the poison dragon recoiled away a small bit when Meka came closer.... Then tried to speak via mental telepathy ......I cannot remember my name was, but I remember a nickname... I am Sarus, the eternal storm, or as humans have dubbed me, Eternatus. Even his mental voice was pretty monotone. It was also as deep as expected. His face still showed little to no emotion, despite him feeling a bit pleased at being able to communicate.

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Eternatus...that's new. I like new, though! Sarus, huh? She began circling him, appearing a little pink blur on each lap. It wasn't often she saw something she didn't recognize...maybe it had something to do with her lack of exploration into...was it Galar lately? Perhaps she'd been spending too long in Kanto. Meka didn't really take notice of the lame voice yet. In this context she didn't really care. She was happy she didn't need to read his sign language anymore, though, as that required her to pay close attention to the hand movements. Even though her humanoid form was smaller on average, she still felt too big to focus on human hands in this state. That was...unless she was playing with them, which she wasn't.

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That would be my name. But I assure you I am not new. I’ve just been... sealed away for a very... very long time.The deep monotonous tone slightly changed to resentment. However, You are the first time communicate with me. Perhaps it is because I look much less threading? This creature before his did give him a small sense of curiosity. Either way, he stretch out his stiff wings, making sure nothing happened when he was pulled down.

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New to me, I mean. Though to be honest I'm not scared of much anyway. Not unless they're about to murder me or something, which I assume you're not going to do. She began to slow down, studying his movements. In her case, being in a human form made her more threatening, or did it? She'd need a mirror.

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I have no reason to harm the first person who can communicate with me. He didn’t think Meka was threatening in the slightest. He retracted his wings Do you know why I was unsealed? He had to ask

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Zyeria was leaning against the wall of her cell, her eyes closed. She was relaxing, rubbing her fingers on the ground. This was a usual thing she does. Sitting down and meditating. This was something she didn't want anyone to bother her during or she would get pretty stubborn.

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No, not really. Other than the same reason everyone else was force summoned to that dungeon, which I don't know. No one really does... She paused in her laps for a second, deep in thought, before centering herself in front of Sarus again. Not that it matters, right? We're free now.

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.....I guess your right Sarus has always thought he would never be free once he was sealed again. Now what though? But now that we are free.... what do we do now? What can we do now?

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Well, for me, I wanna know what those Rocket idiots are planning, and why they're corrupting all of us. So I reckon I'll head back there at some point. I don't know what the others want to do...I guess go back to their normal lives. Meka glanced back at Necrozma, or in his general direction, anyway. Most of the others seemed to just be standing around awkwardly, she guessed it wouldn't be long before they returned to their own dimension

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Then... I guess the question is what am I going to do? He asked, mostly to himself. He had no place to call his own. And he was seen as a monster. His expression darkened Because he was created a monster. There was no place for him, that’s why he had been sealed. Because people had abused that power and the result had been... him.

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I have no idea. I guess I have it easy, being all invisibly and shapeshifty and all. But hey, most dragons usually just sleep in a cave anyway so...you know...ya wouldn't be alone. Meka mentally facepalmed. She never knew how to talk to people. Despite seeing and getting to know tons of creatures, the number that she actually met and talked with was very small, and only a fraction of that even knew of her mythic identity. This was something she was very inexperienced in...

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Sleep? His monotone mental voice gained slight anger Sleep?! I was seeded away for a thousand years. All I did was sleep! Sleep.... sleep... wanting to wake, wanting to be free. I’m not going back to sleeping. I....... I want to be free. I will not be deterred by my monsterous nature. He would never go back into a deep slumber.

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Meka took a step back a bit, or whatever you would call a step back while levitating. Well, you do you. I'm just saying, dragons that I know love that sh**, particularly Spiri. She had no idea what to say to continue this coversation, and was now looking for an escape. But what you do now is up to you. We're all free now. She took the time to wonder when someone would open a warp hole back home.

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His thoughts then flashed to the ones who sealed him. The two legendary dogs of Galar. The very thought of them caused fury to swell up within him. If he ever laid eyes on them... he might now be able to contain himself. He... waved Meka off and sat down, reversing into his thoughts.

Kii

Kii was currently watching Mew and Eternatus, rather begrudgingly, having lost interest in the injured Gjinka. It was listening to their conversation through telepathy, though it's presence should've gone unnoticed. It turned away from the unlikely friends, back to the group, who weren't doing anything. They seemed to be taking in the Ultra Space and throwing glares at their rivals, but nobody had taken any action yet. Seeing as nobody else was doing it, Kii figured it might as well step up. "We should move. I have no doubt they will send people after us."

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Juro

Juro had somehow, managed to get himself standing. He was still wincing and holding his side, walking with a limp, but at least he was moving. "I agree," he said in a hoarse voice, the pain worsening as he spoke. He wished he had his sword - he had never lost it, and wanted very much to claim it as his own again. To get it back, however, he would need to go back to the Rocket base. Which in all honesty, he was willing to do. He would let everyone else decide what they wanted to do first, though, so he didn't influence their decisions.

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Kio

Kio nodded, for once not saying anything, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She had been casting glances at Lunala for the last little while, for no reason she could specify. Now, though, she focused her attention back to whoever was talking, not letting her opposite distract her. A quick glance was cast around at her home - her Third Eye was currently open, which felt a little strange to her as a human. It probably looked strange to the other Gjinkas, too.

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Deet

Deet was slowly heading towards Giovanni's office, her head lowered. As her feet dragged along the floor, she thought about escaping - she could do it, if she wanted to. The thing was she had no idea what she would do when she was out; she had no idea if the world would accept her after what she had done. With a sigh, she knocked on Giovanni's door, picking herself up. She couldn't look defeated as she entered, or he would modify her, which... Well, it wouldn't be nice. She held her head high, her shoulders back as she entered the room.

[*breathes*]

Spiri had been staring into space. "Ask the Alola guys." She muttered absentmindedly. She wanted to go back into her ball in her crystal cave, but she wanted to get out of this form first. She'd been in and out of Rocket's clutches in this form for too long, all she needed was her light rock...

Meka nodded. "I was thinking the same thing!" She looked thoughtful for a minute, then a light bulb went off. You idiot, you traded copycat for transform, use it! "Well actually..." her body started to glow and she was in the form of a bright red lion. Not a humanoid lion, but shiny Solgaleo in its true form. "I'll just be off I guess." In a load roar, an opening to a random field in Kanto tore the air. Meka jumped through it.

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Sarus’s eyes widened as he saw the wormhole. A way out of this real. He took the oppertunity in an instant, leaping though. He just didn’t want to stay there any longer. His eyes glinted as he debated his next move.

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The portal led to a glittering lake, twinkling in the reflection of the stars. Night had fallen by now. It wasn't easily guess able where exactly Meka had set the wormhole to go, but it looked calm enough.

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