He waved. "Ah, long time no see. I can tell it's you, whatever you're calling yourself now. It's been about...mmm, eighty-some-odd from my world's perspective, about three hundred from my own, but many more from yours." The one known as Admon Aviaticus chuckled, talking to her like an old acquaintance despite the evident hostility. It's pretty evident there's a bit on his end too. "And apparently, it did in an alternate timeline. Digital monster arms race. Long story. I had to step in to stop it. Didn't happen in the prime one, but..." He pauses. Maybe hesitates. "Well, another long story. Besides that, just been the odd groups of fanatics. Nothing the world can't move past, maybe with a little help from your average teenagers/young adults."
"Forgetting my name? Tch, typical deities, it's Alluhmieh, you could do well to remember." She scoffed as he continued on. "Of course, another world taking advantage of others just because they're blind to their own faults. If I had been any stronger back then, I could've saved you the trouble of having to help such a pathetic race."
He leaned back in midair. "But how've you been? Destroyed any good worlds lately? Expanded your own...skin suit...wardrobe?" He is a bit confused by the term, but he grinned all the same.
"I don't destroy 'good worlds' as you call them. I only go for worlds that are hell bent on sticking to their greedy and manipulative roots." She hissed, shaking her head. "Skin suits, meatbags, flesh sacks, bodies, they all mean the same to me. If it weren't for the mind and soul inhabiting them, they would all be nothing but piles of flesh."
She allowed the skin and bones of her arm to melt away, revealing a corrosive purple liquid that oozed onto the table. "And as for my own 'wardrobe', I've recently acquired a few more that are well beyond anything your mind can conceived. If I feel like it, I could show you some of them." She didn't bother hiding the malice in her smile.
“Uh, what is going on here?” Seb asked, looking at the two individuals in confusion. “Is this how rival Legends talk to each other? I feel like I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be. Also, what was that about digital monsters? Something about digitized Pokémon or something? I know PCs in Pokémon Centers do that, but…”
"Rivals?" She snorted. "As if this being could hope to match up to my powers now, not after everything I've been through."
"Ok, when I first saw you I sensed an ominous aura from you, and apparently you and the person you're talking to are multiversal conquerors or something like that? Also, you aren't human? Are the two of you the same species or something? Please just clear this up, I don't want to be in the same universe as two multiverse-conquering tyrants.
A disgusted frown smeared her features as she willed her arm back to its human state. "I was once an ordinary human and it wasn't until some humans in my old world decided they wanted to play god. Have you ever wondered what something would look like when thousands of souls were stitched into one, one that was awake and sensitive to every prodding, screams and cries. The pain, the cutting, the fear, so many voices, so many thoughts merging, shouting for vengeance, shouting for retribution."
Her body shivered and she shook her head, ridding those wretched memories of years past and she took on a more neutral face. "Now, I've become a cleanser of sorts. Running around the multiverse, purging vile and diseased-ridden worlds of their malicious inhabitants."
He tilts his head toward the impromptu snowball fight. "Interesting. This is only simulated, and yet, the snow appears to be as real as is believed. Shame I can't bring Wyn here. They love snowball fights."
"Wyn? My, are you talking about that vicious hybrid you call a person? Have you finally put that miserable creature out of her misery?" she said, tauntingly, a wicked grin on her face. While she may not really have much of an opinion on that vixen, she wasn't above using something to peer open someone's wounds.
“Okay, seems like there’s a lot to take in,” Seb muttered, holding a wing under his beak. “So there’s two people here, one is a Giratina in disguise who supposedly destroys worlds for some reason and the other is…
"If it hasn't been cleared before, I am not a Gira but a true borne shapeshifter. I can copy any being that crossed my line of sight whether or not I can see the being does not matter, my copies are perfect down to a every little speck of detail, your abilities, knowledge, experience and memories all become a part of mine permanently."
Her eyes flashed an eerie purple.
"If you guys aren't conquerors, are you perhaps creation deities like Arceus? Also, Digimon actually exist in another universe? What's next, you're gonna tell us that there's a universe where there's invisible creatures called Yo-Kai that influence the behaviors of humans?"
"While I may have creation powers, courtesy of my various purges, I don't consider myself a creation deity instead I consider myself a purger, a purifier, a cleanser of the multiverse," she answered. "And unsurprisingly, anything you can think of is possible in the multiverse. I've found myself purging many worlds that were nothing but works of fiction in my past life."