RESULTS
Claim
Considerations:
- (1) I'm scared of what this power might do, but I need to use it to protect myself and Lenora!
- (1) What's in Weavile's bag?
At first, it seemed like a bad idea to give in to those strange instincts. A blank check on what could be done, only a little fragment of temptation in the back of your mind with no way of knowing what would happen.
But now, you realize you are out of options. Killing could have been the simplest answer. Releasing him perhaps is out of the question--not when he was so hostile. And further interrogation... It is a risk.
Trapped with no ideal option, you fall upon your instincts at the final hour.
"I was bluffing earlier about remembering my past, Weavile," you say, "but I wasn't bluffing about needing to know what's going on. If you refuse to give me a straight answer, then you leave me no choice!"
And with your rock sitting next to him,
you tap into that power to Claim.
Your rock turns black as pitch. Weavile's leg, which you happen to be resting on, sizzles in response. His eyes widen and he croaks out a feral scream--not in anger, but pure, concentrated fear.
He reaches for your form and tries to tear you off, but you stick to his hand instead, and then drop squarely on his chest. There, you sink deeper, magnetized to
something in the center of his body. You feel his heart. You melt through his chest like a red-hot ingot through butter.
Weavile's body spasms as he tries to
dig you out of him, but it's already too late. Energy erupts through you like a breath of fresh air. The world around you becomes hazy. You feel a sudden
weight upon you--and everything goes dark.
But... only for a moment.
The world returns to you and your body aches. Everything feels a lot
warmer than before. Uncomfortably warm. You don't like this environment. It makes your fur frazzle and your feathers bendy. You prefer the cold, tundra environments.
You squeeze your eyes again as a headache takes over. You sit up, running your claws through your fur.
Without thinking, you pick up your bag--Weavile's... bag?--and then rummage through it. You see a badge, you see a Warp Seed--did you always know what a Warp Seed was?--and a few other seeds that might help you. You know these supplies. It seems silly to look through them again.
It dawns on you that none of this made sense.
Reaper's Harvest ~ Claim. 0 Energy.
If the target's HP is 0, overtake the target's body and claim their soul. The target's body becomes The Reaper's Avatar. You gain their max HP and stats on top of your own and restore your energy by their remaining energy, but it is otherwise merely a vessel. You can only have a single Reaper's Avatar. If a new body is taken, the old body becomes lifeless stone.
The sirens are getting louder. You hop to your feet and wince--your body is badly injured, though it had patched itself up a little. You hear... thoughts in your mind, faded thoughts of someone who had once been in control of this body. It bothers you. You feel as though the body's previous owner, the rightful Weavile, is still there with you. His bothersome thoughts are obstructing your judgment...
You have gained a third Consideration slot!
This slot is claimed by Weavile... and is Ironclad! Ironclad Considerations cannot be overridden, only navigated around.
Consider: I must warn the Prism Knights of Yveltal's awakening.
You gasp. Yveltal. Yveltal, Yveltal, Yveltal... you know that name. You...
are Yveltal?
The god of death. The winged harbinger of ruin. Images and titles and screams echo in your mind.
Yveltal, reaper of souls; Yveltal, being of oblivion; Yveltal, The Deathbringer.
And then you remember Lenora. She's on her feet, holding her shoulder. Her hand is bloodied and that same blood is trickling down her other arm. Braviary has his wings outstretched, guarding her and keeping you from a direct line to her.
But instead, still dazed, you attempt to say to her in telepathy,
"Are you all right?"
Lenora flinches.
"...Cobble?"
And then the first police cars screech to a halt, officers and their Pokemon hopping out of their vehicle. They have their eyes trained on you first, and others swarm to Lenora, who is dazed from blood loss and does not immediately understand what's happening, but she follows them into the building to be sat down. She says something, but the police don't appear to be listening, more focused on making sure she's stable.
This is getting messy. You'd Claimed Weavile so late that you didn't have time to hide. Could you do anything?
DECISION
How do you address the police?
1. Fight back. They're about to attack me!
2. Negotiate. This isn't what it looks like!
3. Flee. Nothing I say will help right now!
4. Surrender. It's too chaotic to risk anything else.
Current Status
HP: 2/4+5
Energy: 5/6
Offense: 2+2
Defense: 1+1
Considerations:
- (!) I'm scared of what this power might do, but I need to use it to protect myself and Lenora!
- (!) What's in Weavile's bag?
- (∞) I must warn the Prism Knights of Yveltal's awakening.