As nice as the bed was, the commotion was getting just a bit too loud for his tastes. He lazily floated over to Selene and Saltriv and said, "Hey. Feeling alright there? Portal travel make you a bit dizzy?" He pulled out a vivid pink liquid in a small flask as he continued, "Maybe a sip of Persim Berry Brew will help out."
Saltriv stared at the maybe-human in complete bewilderment. Their first meeting with a still-human human had not gone anything like they'd imagined.
Selene looked back at the Chicorita with bewilderment. "You're really just going to drink whatever mystery liquid a total stranger hands you?"
Altair almost looked disappointed. Well this was nowhere near as fun as he'd expected it to be. What to say, what to say?
"Oh, I'm sure. Last time I heard, your 'great serpent' ran from battle, tail between it's legs, and hasn't been seen since. What a sorry excuse for a deity." At this point, Altair just wanted to rile the thing up, just to see what'd happen.
Ghaspius happily handed the Chikorita the vial, smiling. "Make sure not to drink too much, or you'll get a bellyache!" He then hummed as he thought to himself. He didn't bring too much of this particular brew; he might have to make some more on the spot later if there's more confused companions that arrive!
"Life is good; life is magical! It's too short to be spooked by every thing you encounter!" Ghaspius boisterously chuckled at the tall figure. "Ah, but it is rude of me to offer my services without an introduction! I'm Ghaspius, and my friend over there," he nodded over to the Castform, "They're name is Fumie! Ah, but they still haven't learned to talk yet, so be a patient with the lil' fella! So, what may we call you?"
"My name is Selene. And yes I'm a human, what else would I be?"
"Exactly, exactly! Persim helps confusion! All is good!" Ghaspius nodded, listening to Saltriv. "Saltriv! A fine name for a fine fellow with a fine leaf and a fine favorite color indeed!"
Ghaspius simply tilted his head to the side, "You mean like the long lost civilization my sister was looking into? Huh, go figure." To anyone else, this would be a world-shattering revelation. To Ghaspius, it was Tuesday. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you! What kind of game do you think we'll be playing?"
Overhearing the conversation with many words tossed around he did not understand, he simply commented, "Though I think the others are already playing a game of their own!"
"Experience," Altair replied dismissively. "Not familiar with the exercise, eh?" He was about to turn his attention away from the bore but then...
The garchomp slipped. It might be worth prodding a bit more after all.
"Is that what he told you? The coward lies. Figures. My good mood ain't gonna last for much longer," he trilled. "Pick your next words wisely."
He turned to address the speaker. "I beg your pardon?! You have no knowledge of Zygarde, the Great Serpent?!" He scoffed. "Why, they are only the greatest protector of the mortal realm! The one who slew Volcanion, the Steamwielder, and saved us puny mortals from extinction!"
"And yet here I am!" Altair declared. "Haven't met a man or 'mon as delusional as you!" He spoke his next words mockingly. "I think your 'great serpent' is just trying to cover his ass from his failures. Shoulda picked a better deity to invest in!" he laughed and then he got another idea. Unlike the garchomp in front of him, he could keep a secret. He asked, "But tell me, if you still believe I am some kind of imposter, how do you think I managed to get this form?"
