Both, actually," Lee nodded. "The host my spirit is bound to is, lets say, a Giratina at heart, and is also a shapeshifter. That devolution I performed is some of his abilities running off on me." He waved a paw, trailing black cubic sparks behind it as it shifted into a Zoroark's paw, then back to his own.
"Fascinating." Her eyes lingered on the black sparks, a hint of envy lacing her gaze, a part of her wishing that her transformation was more akin to this creature's rather than having to undergo something coming straight out of a horror film.
"While I choose not to do more than devolution and partial transformation, I never bothered to see if I could shift into anything else. I have no reason to be anyone other than me."
Hearing that brought a smile onto her face. "Ah, such a lovely ideal, being oneself is truly the best experience one could ever achieve. Whether or not life will allow you to uphold such an ideal, I wish you the best of luck."
Truth: Which do you prefer: two legs or four legs?
"Whether it's two, four, a hundred or a thousand, I prefer having none. Once you've learned how to fly without the need of limbs, it is a wonderful luxury that simply can't be replicated by anything else."
"Another trap for unwary souls..."
A man appearing to be in his late 20s simply walks into the plane from a rip in midair, dropping the rest of the way at about half the expected speed. With dark hair and brown eyes, he wore a plain red and white robe, looking sort of vaguely Eastern to the humans (former or otherwise). He had an indescribable, yet awe-inspiring air about him. Nothing like a human should have.
"Nice place. Some of them make you stand in line and kidnap you, but this one has tea and games," he remarked, before glancing at the crowd before him. "I even see a couple familiar faces here, in a sense of being here, anyway..." Then he peered at the pillar, giving it a mischievous chuckle.
"You should try a hundred legs sometime~" the stranger playfully said to Shiron. He turned to NEO. "As for your little problem with not being able to keep it down, it is the power of raging flames. In simple terms, think of it as your spirit flaring up while on the brink of defeat in attempt to turn the situation around. The technical and biological explanation would take a while to fully explain."
"You're quite welcome~" he said, going to the teapot. He fixed himself a cup and took a sip. "Dandelion? Hm. Well, I suppose variety is the spice of life."
The strange man with a powerful presence cracks a smirk. "Oh, there's plenty of them out there," he says, without specifying which of them he's talking about.
"Ah, the Golden King. Right, right." The man nods and retrieves a parasol from his bag moments before the Rain Dance starts. "Well, you're a very Hoopa-like Hoopa, Hoopa. But how do we know you didn't use a waterproof paint~?" It's clear he's just teasing, but...
"I'm imagine it was something to the effect of," and with this the stranger-by-the-moment man clears his throat, appears to meditate for a second, and gives a chillingly accurate (as well as chilling in general) impression. "Kn̵e̷e̴l̸ ̷b̴e̵f̶o̴r̴e̴ ̷t̶h̴y̶ ̴k̶i̶n̵g̴ ̵o̴r̶ ̶p̷e̵r̵i̵s̴h̸."
That energy.
Even when hiding in a human body, she could still feel the power radiating from them.
And even after literal milleniums of travelling through different universes and dimensions, she still remembered that aura. She still remembered the being that had thoroughly trounced her and prevented her purges all those years ago.
She watched as the being continued to talk and tease these creatures, an annoyed frown crossing her features when she had to conjure up a small protective dome over her tea cup.
She spoke without skipping a beat, stirring her tea and ignoring the downpour hitting an invisible dome around her. "Fancy meeting you here,
Admon Aviaticus. Having fun teasing these creatures? Tch, how long has it been, your 'sacredness'? Two, five, maybe six thousand years since we've last crossed paths?" She paused to take a sip of her tea. "I see you're still as much of a coward as you were before, still hiding behind that human skin suit." She scoffed. "Tell me. Have your worlds gone into anarchy yet like I'd predicted they would've? Are they still standing on their vile path of manipulation and suffering, never once giving a thought to change their accursed mindset?"
