Whenever things went quiet, one could hear the faint sound of talons scraping against tiling. Following it to its source revealed a dark figure observing (or rather, sulking) the depressing backwater of a town she'd landed herself in. Her expression became indescribable expression as she acknowledged the strange inhabitants—she would be better off keeping her distance but she needed to speak with the short skeleton who was seemingly in charge of the operations here.
The figure leapt to the ground, clouds of dust parting before her like curtains, allowing dappled sunlight to reveal her form that some would've recognised as the legendary pokémon Yveltal. Head held high, she approached the skeleton, refusing to accommodate even a passing glance toward the others (though it nearly caused her to step on a strange linoone-like creature). She spoke plainly in a voice that carved itself into the skulls of those who heard it.
"I take it that you're in charge here," she said, addressing the skeleton with contempt. "It has become increasingly obvious that I have been set up here, and I am almost certain that the culprit has been in close contact with you. So..." Her voice warped into a low snarl, "where is he? Where is Altair?"