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“No idea. I can’t see anything.”

Name: Nocitlalin / Unit001_101110110 Species: Beldum Hobbies: Observe, Initiate Ramming Thought Processes: Code as imagined by an author who cannot code First Appearance: Electric 2.7

Boon III Starr idk edit: accuracy, huh? you’d think she was the blind one smh

Dragons. Three of them. They were all about to find out if Diyem was lying about the resurrection thing.

“Oh. Yeah... same, I think. Wish I could, but I have a daughter I need to care for in my own world.”

"So... you're from a world like this one? Where humans turn into pokemon? Or is... was your father able to switch between the two? And I really like being a pokemon. It's great. Much better than being human."

"I'm... better than usual." She wasn't sure if that was actually true or not. "And a few people have told me that this isn't much like home. It does feel more like something built by humans than pokemon... wait, are there humans in your world?"

Brisa... right, one of Starr's friends. Oh no. What had she heard about Cuicatl? Still, she could use the company. And eventually she'd need someone to help walk her back to her bed. "Sure. How are you this evening?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I am. I'm Cuicatl. Sorry, but I don't recognize your voice yet."

Cuicatl got out of the dorms for a walk in the evening air. Bahamut was sad. Even if she deserved it, she wasn't sure that she wanted to end up like that, hung up on a mistake from a thousand years ago. But it was still too soon. Just a few months away from her mistake. He wouldn't have...

“Oh.” So he’d already given up on the war, too. It was depressing to talk to him. This coming from Cuicatl, who people routinely shied away from once they found out how depressing she was. “I think I’m going to go back to my room, if that’s okay? Get a nap in. Or full sleep. I’m not good with...

"That's a little terrifying, isn't it?" After all, she'd let them in before. Or maybe the shadows were her? Either way, she was still a danger to herself and others, machine or not. "Should we stay close or apart, then? Close enough to be quickly defeated, or far enough away that we won't hurt...

That was sad. Really, really sad. Over a thousand years and he hadn't been able to move on. Cuicatl wondered how long she needed to pay penance. Years. Maybe decades. Centuries? No one would have even remembered her victim in a thousand years. But the idea that she could just move on after what...

“Oh.” Oh, shit. “How are you holding up, then?”

Oh no. She probably should've seen that coming from the brief mention of him in the tech building, but didn't. "I'm sorry." She paused. "Maybe it's better he isn't here, getting mixed up in all of this."

“Okay.” Cuicatl walked in and sat down, legs talked beneath her. “How have you been since the last fight? I know you found your son again.”

Oh. So it is a common area. Or something. "No. I wanted to talk with you if you have the time."

Cuicatl walked into the lounge. It had taken her long enough to get here. She felt weirdly not-terrible, all things considered. Must've been Celeste. She paused before the door. She heard/smelled the strangest dragon that she'd ever met in her life. That seemed to be worth investigating. She...

"Thank you." She didn't really know what to do with that. It made her uncomfortable enough that she wanted to leave. "I'll leave you to your reading, then."

“Hmm. Maybe gentler than we deserved, but I’m glad no one else had to pay for it.”