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"I would but he wont move" he whispered, as tommy growled

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Della rolled her eyes. "Fine." She floated away, thinking about the events that had led her to this point and cross referencing them with what Rift and Vapier had said, trying to figure out what had brought them here.

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Rift hovered back to her "that fellows pretty rude isnt he?" She asked, nonchalantly opening a hoop

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Della glanced up. "Yes, I agree. Totally unnecessary." She waited for a minute to see if Rift wanted to say anything else so she could get back to figuring out how this happened and how to get back to normal.

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She smiled, before she grew thehood, and pushed her through "pranked!" She said, as the hoop shot her in between tommy and rapier "what do youwant?" Rapier asked,

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Della flew up with annoyance. "Nothing. That Hoopa did this, not me. I'll leave you alone now." She flew off, looking for Rift so she could tell her exactly what she thought of that prank.

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She hovered over to her "was that funny?" She asked

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Della growled. "No, Rift, that was not funny. Why. Did. You. DO THAT?!"

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"To be honest I had no idea where the hoop was going to lead" she said "and I did it cause it was funny"

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Della sighed. "Please don't do that again. It was embarrassing, and I didn't like it."

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"I wont" she said, making a new hool and pulling a book out of it "heres a book from your lab about creselia" she said

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Della nodded. "Thank you. I'm sorry for being so harsh." She did have some trouble figuring out how to hold the book now that she had no hands or arms. After a few unsuccessful tries, she used Cresiilia's psychic powers to hold it up, and immeadiently was absorbed in it.

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She nodded, and closed the hoop "this is fun" she said

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Della was absorbed in her book and barely noticed. "M-hm, yeah. Sure" The pages turned and Della stared at them, absorbing all the information.

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"What about this book called 'cresselia and darkrai; the feud of a milenia'?" She asked

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Della continued to read. "I've already read that one, but thanks anyway."

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Loupe

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A gust toppled the Gloomdweller pokemon as she again struggled to stand, having watched the other legendaries assemble and converse. Being a Shadow was more difficult than it seemed - it was as if she weren't physically attached to the Earth; as if she didn't actually exist. Again she stood, jerking to the left before regaining her balance. Carefully, she took a step, watching the trail of shadow dwindle from her leg.
Now more confident, she waded towards a few other Pokemon - a Zygarde and a Yveltal, both of which were unspeakably taller than her, though the dog wasn't by much. Leaving a trail of darkness behind her, she planted herself firmly in front of them, making herself believe that she wouldn't float away - belief was powerful enough to do that, she thought.
"Excuse me," she called, gaining their attention. "Would either of you mind telling me whereabouts I am- and what I am?"

Sputnik did the best of looking back at their hind legs without stabbing themselves with the ridiculous poof of hair. Their attempt to drag their entire hindquarters behind them left them stretched out in a way that brought a nasty stab of pain through their spine, only eased by the soft tickling of grass and Sputnik's numb disbelief. When was the last time they could feel anything in that half of their body?

And those were very much not their own legs- With such glossy metallic shine, they might as well be prosthetics.
Younger Sputnik might have cried tears of joy at that, the hopeless fool, but Sputnik of today was just irritated to have to deal with another pair.
Powerful legendaries, yet they get dizzy as every mortal and can't even bother to carry over a sick cat's mobility aid- But that isn't the fault of *these* exact legendaries, is it? Ah, they will have to store the complaints for meeting the real deal after they get to kick the bucket.

Sputniks sensitive ears subconsciously caught onto every word of that Apparently-Not-Endling Cresselia, quietly combining all the information into a coherent thought,, that wasn't actually coherent at all. But she sounded like she was reading off a prescription, and Sputnik knows better than not to gobble up all that information while you have the chance. Doctors orders, then. What a bother, but with their body half-metal-or-more, the earth wouldn't be taking them back anytime soon.

They made another attempt at getting up, this time adding body parts they didn't have to bother with for months now into the equation- and their slow amble might have included occasional half-trips when they naturally tried to leave their stiff hind legs behind, but they were moving forward to the assembly of Legends none the less. To getting a better understanding of this mess, just so they know what type of hallucinations these are and how many cups of coffee they have to steal to deal with them later on.

"Isn't it lovely to see that I am not the only one feeling like a Kecleon in a bag of Skittles..", they bellowed in an attempt to gain their attention and almost tumbled down again, flinching at how loud their voice could go now. At least they got to keep their gruff timbre, although the added quality of it sounding like playback from a radio made their optics roll. The fabled Pokemon really couldn't keep their hands away from changing anything of theirs, huh. 
Sputnik wasn't familiar with the shadowy pokemon - but they were soo small. If legends dragged kids into this, Sputnik might have to use the stability given to them to claw Arceuses two wheels into four. 
"Who we are. And based on ‘shared experiences’, victims to insufferable pristineness and limb disparity, mostly. Did everyone managed to re-learn how to breathe?" 

Della nearly dropped her book. Now, what in the world could have said that with such a deep, loud bellow? An Agron? A Machoke? Then she saw the Solgaleio who was trying to catch her attention. That made more sense. A large steel type would definitely have a voice to match. She flew over to it. "I understand your feelings completely. I had to learn how to do everything with no arms or legs. However, I do not believe that breathing has been a problem. Perhaps it is the matter of Solgaleos anatomy."

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Yoru shook her head, trying to clear it. She had come to realize that the 'deadweights' that were her wings were good uses for balance, and she made an effort to unfurl her neck to it hung straight up to it's full height as she spoke, to no one in particular "So no one knows where we are...great." Did that mean that all these others...were plagued by the same voices as her? It seemed no one was used to their pristine, shiny, godlike new vessels that their souls had been forced into. Maybe all of them were on the same quest? If so, it would make sense she should join their conversation.

Her wings were spread out on either side of her as the feathered creature approached, slowly opening her mouth as if to speak. "No one knows where we are. Who we are, what we are?" The last bit ended in a questioning manner, as Yoru was unsure of her theory. She glanced across at the others, awaiting a response. She was eager to hear if they shared similar experiences. This voice was haunting her, long after it had silenced itself, and she wanted so desperately to bring aid to it

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