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Mtri winced as the Cacturne approached the group, unsettled by the Pokemon's cybernetic appearance. They couldn't help but lean just a bit closer to get a better view of them. "You... what are you?" they asked. "So static, yet, so full of soul. I've never seen anything like you."

"No!" The Giratina immediately shrunk at Vinarch's question, pulling away from the Servine. "I mustn't converse anymore about the Original One in such a light manner..." Mtri's gaze then shifted towards Nori. "T-The name belongs not to me, but to another from a distant time. I am not...

Mtri's eyes dimmed, as the Giratina anxiously sucked in a breath. ". . . Arceus? T-The Violent One? H-how do you hold knowledge of those two names? The Original One's name stretches beyond all corners of reality, b-but there should not be anyone on the Physical Plane who should know of that title."

Obleta was... an ugly place. Or at least, that was what had immediately arrived upon Mtri's mind, as before the Giratina's eyes laid the vast stretches of a realm foreign to them. The unnatural steam constantly pouring into the sky, not to mention the very Pokemon roaming this place. So...