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And, for the most part, I'd say you did well. I do feel as though you stumbled out of the gate with Tiny Fang's "birth" and initial introduction into the world. Their "voice" (through the prose) is a bit too sophisticated and understands things a bit too clearly for a newborn, even by pokémon...

Once Tricky was gone, Necrozma dragged himself toward the nearest tree. His core rattled in his frame. Images flashed through his mind. Six gray legs. The cool embrace of spectral wings. A small nebula cluster. His crystalline arm reaching toward the nebula as it was sucked into a fiery vortex...

"I already answered that." Necrozma again pointed in the direction Tricky'd come from. "Leave me to mourn in peace."

"I don't." He wasn't sure what the child expected. Necrozma intended to keep answering her questions as literally as possible.

"I don't have one. Thanks to World Ender and your kind, I'm but a worthless phantom."

"No, but a delphox did. And I cannot so much as look at you without wanting to strangle you where you stand," Necrozma growled. "And all that will serve is to draw World Ender to us even faster, just as that stooge charizard wants." His core sparked with pink light. "It's in your own best...

No. Necrozma looked at the fennekin running around. His core darkened. The flower he'd curled around shriveled up and its dried petals scattered away. Necrozma rolled over onto his stomach and dug his hands into the soil. Why did there have to be one of these detestable vulpix offshoots? How...

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Of course someone chose to wander in here. But it didn't seem like they intended to do much, so Necrozma would ignore them. He still lay on the ground, but now he brought his right hand up. A tiny bit of light bristled in his claws. Necrozma tapped them against the soil. There was a faint gold...

Fortunately, it seemed things were finally disbanding. Necrozma sank down onto the soft grass, directing light down through the trees and onto his torso. He crossed his arms over what passed for his chest and began humming softly.

Apparently he wasn't as hidden as he thought. Necrozma receded further into the trees. He had no intention of going to see any rocks. Heck, he was a rock. Cosmic rock, but it still counted. No, he needed quiet meditation. Something to ease the ache in his brain prism. And, perhaps, if everyone...

Now with his arm practically buried in the tree, Necrozma eyed Truffle more intently. If Stoogeyem didn't like Truffle, then perhaps the decidueye would be a good person to keep tabs on. Later, of course. When there wasn't a large group bickering with one another.

Radiant Truffle? Blinding Shield? It was a good thing Necrozma had kept his distance, as he was clearly being mocked. That Diyem would have the gall to taunt his lightless state in such an indirect manner was perfectly in line with the behavior of a Phantom. Of course, it wasn't wrong. He...

It seemed Necrozma had picked the correct time to go into the trees. He lay in wait, arms pointed forward. He'd have to try and summon some sort of shield or portal, if worst came to worst.

Bickering. So much bickering. It was now glaringly obvious to Necrozma why Diyem didn't need to lift so much as a finger to smite them: their own clashing personalities would do them in. This group... it oozes with so much despair World Ender will be salivating at the bit. It wouldn't be long...

"I have no evolution to speak of, Charmander." Necrozma growled. So, there was yet another charmander besides the one Diyem showed passed out. Likely a spy for Diyem to ensure the group would be ready to be sacrificed to World Ender. "This is my only form."

"I see." Necrozma's aurora momentarily pointed toward Cabot. He wasn't going to bring up the fate of Cabot's species in Etherium. "A pleasure to meet you."

"I'm well aware of what the game is, but the only time I ever played it was back home." Necrozma's voice softened toward the end of the sentence. His arms trembled. He clicked his claws together and hovered a bit higher.

Necrozma scratched his head. "Truth or dare? I haven't the foggiest idea what you mean."

There were lots of voices. Mostly barks and yips. The group had a fair number of canines. But there were a few mewls mixed in. He made a mental note of the cheerful deino. At least one of his allies was a dragon. A child of the stars, bless her heart. ... unless Diyem had done that to get...