Fading Aria [KtK RP Thread: Mission 2]

[Flyg0n]

"Good to see you again, Clink," Kimiko said. Then she paused, her words having proceeded before her brain. Why had she said that? Before anyone could question it, she pressed on, crossing her arms. "So, what exactly was Keldeo corrupted by? And do you have any reason to suspect Meloetta is afflicted by the same condition? What are we up against here?"

Clink observed the arrival of all the newcomers with nervous eagerness, the faint jingling of their keys punctuating their movements. So many new faces... hopefully this group would be as good as the last. The others had fought so valiantly and freed Keldeo, so Clink could only hope this method would continue to be successful.

Kimiko's voice stirred Clink out of their thoughts and into a more ceerful frame of mind. "Oh! Kimiko hello!" They danced through the air over to her and waved the tip of their keyring. "It is good to see you. Unfortunately I do not know yet what affected Keldeo... But I have been back to visit and he is recovering well." Clink cast a fretful glance toward the distant shape of the gate to Keldeo's Realm. Still intact. Clink settled and turned back to Kimiko.

"Some kind of powerful toxin was involved, it seems. A hero who helped free Keldeo knew much about poisons and said there was traces of something powerful within its horn. But the crystals interfering with the portals appear quite similar, so I think the affliction may be the same."

"How are we... meant to purge this corruption? Do we talk? Do we battle?"

Waving to the unfamiliar Houndoom, Clink nodded to Kimiko and floated over. "I am not sure, we may need to battle. Usually Meloetta is very kind and gentle. It is hard to picture them trying to cause harm or start a fight but..." the shudder that passed through their little body shook the keys. "I have no idea what she may do if corrupted. And what is your name, hero Houndoom?"

"Where do all of these keys come from? There must be thousands!"

"You know, I'm not entirely sure," Kupara said. She turned to Clink. "Where do they all come from? Surely you didn't collect them all yourself!"

Clink jingled sheepishly. "Some are gifts!" A few. "They're from all around the worlds. Souvenirs from interesting places or times. I do have... quite a bit of time. Not all of the doors they open are around of course, they're just for poterity now." Clink was not obsessed, they were... passionate was the word Xavian used.

 

[Shiny Phantump]

Melody felt lesserness return the moment they stepped though the gateway. It was hardly a welcome sensation, but she could still recall everything they needed to, and even sense the minds of the others. Sure, their psychic power was clearly dulled, the background noise of life force within the air's microbiome had fallen silent to her psionics. Her initial head count fell one short, having missed the presence of a Houndoom without the ability to distinguish between air and the nothingness which dark types appeared as.

They even had the firm sense that they could still transform, although it seemed a bad idea to prove it to themself. Although their genetic link to their own world had been cut off, they could make do with copying whatever (or rather, whoever) was around in this place. Everyone here seemed friendly enough that she had no reason to assume malice. More likely, it was a simple consequence of being cut off from the forces of her own world. The rules of other worlds were an alien thing to them: Yes, they were aware these things existed, Solgaleo and Lunala were members of their group by naturalization only, but they'd never personally stepped beyond the confines of their domains before.

Kupara's species was unknown to her, some sort of outsider in the vein of Alola's twin divinities. She absolutely knew of Meloetta, though, and this one did not seem the same as the one they knew unless she'd been keeping some considerable secrets from them. Were there other Mew out there, too? Perhaps even living somewhere among these gateways? Other Mewtwo? Surely not, for though they didn't grasp the nature of worlds outside their domain, they refused to imagine what had happened to them occurring with regularity.

She paused her music and moved her headphones from their place over her ears, down to their neck. It was her preference not to leave any more fingerprints on her own world anymore, but perhaps it was safer to do so in this place. Not that she was planning to tell people what she was, but it would be safe enough to talk and make acquaintances. The human population was a bit concerning: Three adults, three children. 'Course, everyone else'd be seeing four humans with her current transformation. Hopefully one of the adults was decent with kids.

 

[Negrek]

Shoving her hands into her pocket and slowly trotting forward, she waved unenthusiastically. "Sup. Rachel Leda here. Heard a Legend's in trouble or something? Meloetta... you mind giving us some hints of how they'd fight if it came down to a battle? I know they can switch types but do they have something like a general battle style?"

Kupara tapped a claw against the ground pensively. "I'm afraid I've never seen Meloetta battle myself. But from what I've heard... When they're in their singing form, they attack with their voice! That probably means a lot of special attacks from a distance. When they switch to their dancing form, they're much more hands-on."

Clink jingled sheepishly. "Some are gifts!" A few. "They're from all around the worlds. Souvenirs from interesting places or times. I do have... quite a bit of time. Not all of the doors they open are around of course, they're just for poterity now." Clink was not obsessed, they were... passionate was the word Xavian used.

Kupara's eyes sparkled. "Oh, then you must have visited even more worlds than I realized! !didnelpS You'll have to tell me their stories sometime!"