Ask the Hoenn Gods

They were busy complaining about the young legends who didn’t have to deal with half the shit they had to.

Also, posting this today since I want these old men to get some love and I make the rules for my blog.

[ @askthehoenngods ]

He had been there when the Muskedeers of his world had made the same place in his Universe.

"Congratulations on your ascension," Kyurem remarked, "do your fellows know of it?"

“I am very grateful for it! Although it’s been like over a hundred thousand years since I got ascended to the Resolution.”

"Fortunately, the ascension was a success, so that matters. We had a big celebration after that."

“But frankly, this energy also affected Terry since he is mostly an offensive sword and has the same fate as me. The others weren’t affected because they have shields to protect themselves. Collin was mixed, and Lily was defensive.”

"Hm. I will take one of everything you have. Yes, everything," he put emphasis on it to make sure that the server knew he was completely serious. "Just make sure the Red Devils Cherri Cupcake is stored separately, and anything else with a spicy pallet. Everything else is fine. Also, if you have anything that has Salac Berries in it, please do me a solid and mark it as such."

He placed a large bag of gold coins on the counter, along with a 50 gold tip. "Should be enough for it. If not, tell me. Store my order in this." He also placed a trainers bag on the counter.

Canela eyes the large bag of coins and gulps nervously. Gosh, they're either a rich tourist or at worst a scammer...But he looks like he means business so I should assume they're just loaded....Canela gives the older glaceon another big smile and nods in acknowledgement of their order. "That's...really....more than enough, thank you! I'll get that right for you sir! Please sit tight!"

The young braixen feels herself losing focus. She can't help but stress under the gaze of the glaceon. Do NOT mess up...with the amount this guy has he could probably afford to shut us down for smushing the icing on one of the cake slices. She shakes her head to try and rid herself of the worrying thoughts. Focus...Focus...What is that RINGING?? Focus!

She furrows her brow and rechecks all the boxes, trying to make sure she got everything . But don't forget to keep smiling!! She softens her expressions immediately and grins up at the ice pokemon.

"Uhm, I never realized how much we have to sell here! Once it's laid out like this it's...alot!"

A lot I have to learn. Once she makes sure all the pastries were indeed included, she lets out a sigh of relief and pulls off her sanitary glove to finalize the order.

The last bit of her sentence trails off as she finally processes the sound of overlapping voices that fills the store. She glances away from the glaceon, to the long line full of other pokemon that filed behind him.

She swears the shop was empty a second ago, but she steps back to access the amount of customers who are patiently, and impatiently, waiting to grab a bite to eat. Dread starts to fill her once again as she thinks about having no time to breath after the big order she just finished.

With wide eyes and a big grin, she looks back to the glaceon and lets out a nervous laugh.

Kyurem could only give a small, wry smile. He was relieved that she was willing to put up with his grumpiness in this case. Normally, he wouldn't care, but for this, it was important to.

The ideas she spoke of… Kyurem listened with rapt attention as she spoke of communities. He had seen it before in his travels, where many planets were connected across the galaxies. Some remained amazing until their end.

Others, not so much.

But when she spoke of her own duties… Kyurem felt his ears fall slowly. It was the polar opposite of what his Rayquaza had done. If such a thing had been done for him… maybe he wouldn't be encased in ice, now. And more of his people… would've survived.

It was very rare he got emotional meeting new beings, but he couldn't help it in that moment.

He shook his head to clear his mind. She had asked him a question.

"I… was, the God of Boundaries," he began, "the one who protected the God of Balance, my other half. I was the leader of my Gods on my home planet. My job was to keep the order, similar to Zygarde on Earth."

She chose to respond to Kyurem’s explanation first, noting the use of past tense verbs. “Oh, how fascinating! Even if your job wasn't as complex as some others, it’s still an incredibly important one. Though you don't actively have that role now, I’m sure the love you hold for your home will always persist in one form or another,” the same way it did for her and her former home, a region lost to time. Sphene spoke with understanding and care, relating to what Kyurem had said, even if her loss was not on the scale of his

Kyurem averted his eyes for a moment. Even after 2 million years, thinking of his home was something that still made him melancoly at times. The blinding hurt had turned into a dull ache that he doubted would ever truly leave him.

He did smile a little at Sphene, though. His job was simple, but it was important.

"It is the love for my home that kept me alive here." He responded in kind.

Kyurem inclinded his head a little, "thank you for speaking to me. I don't intend to cause trouble," least of all for someone as kind as she, "but I shall go now."

"Hmm…" Kyurem listened to Reshi's response carefully. The desire to be strong to lead the people was one he identified with. Gods needed to be pillars of power, of strength, to keep their planet's safe.

Though, he didn't know if Reshi was a Planetary God or not. Different universe held different rules.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to enjoy yourself along with being strong," he began. "Back on my planet, every year, there was a festival for each of the seven planetary Gods. One was dedicated to Taiji and I, of course."

"It was a festival of blessings. As you know, I do not like being touched, and it was well known throughout the people on Yasiviloft. Instead, they would hold out a small stick with a paw on the end of it. If I nuzzled it with my nose, should I feel the person was worthy, it was a small blessing for luck and fortune for the individual."

"Those festivals were nice," he smiled softly, remembering it. A happy time on a world that wasn't always so. "We can't rewrite the past, or change it. We can only embrace the now, and change it for the future."

"If a God does not know how to relax, and all they know is how to protect, they are not a responsible God at all," he huffed, "there needs to be a balance of strength and play, otherwise, as you so clearly describe, they become cold and cruel. Losing the delights of the world is like losing half of your soul. YOU cared for him, and made sure he rested. You supported his strength, and that is just as important as raw power."

Something he knew all too well.

“How am I supposed to when all I hear is how I’m nothing like him.” She asked grimly. “I’m supposed to be more than this.”

“I did care for him, as well as I could.” Reshi admitted. “Not that he couldn’t himself, it was just…” She paused, searching for the words. “I wanted to, I thought it was helpful. I thought it showed him that I cared back.”

“Before everything happened he demeaned my past times. He was right. My lack of strength put not only myself, but my prince in danger on multiple occasions. It was nothing but my own shortcomings.” Bright blue orbs flicked over towards the elder. “Had I been more of a god, perhaps we would have prevailed.”

“Maybe…Maybe I would not have lost his heart.” She sighs. “It’s not just that I hate him. I still…” A scoff now. “It’s stupid. I should look towards the future, and fight to be better and grow stronger.”

“You’re right, gods I know you are.” Reahi shook her head, feathers ruffling as she did so. “I just feel a constant reminder of my failures follows my every step. Landorus has shown his disdain for me. Thundurus hardly speaks to me, and Tornadus…” A glance toward his direction, her expression breaking. “He may not say it, but I know he feels the same. He’s disappointed in me.”

"Got yourself a bung leg as well as everything else," he said, his arms folded, "how'd that happen? Your arrival to Earth?" there was some sympathy in his gaze at the last remark.

One transforms from an unassuming little Espurr into another, giant Kyurem, dwarfing the hill he was lounging on.

Unfortunately for Kyurem, One was a slow talker. They were made to sit in silence for at least 40 seconds before One registered the question.

[One] "My leg... Oh, I remember. I lost it during the war on the Humans."

"All legendary Pokemon were conscripted into it. To be on the side of Pokemon. A good handful of them were against the war, though."

"I think it was my world's Calyrex that took off my leg. It was a while ago now, I don't really remember."

One wiggles a stump where one of his wings used to be.

"This was taken off by my Reshiram's girlfriend though. If you were wondering."

Two floats casually above Kyurem's head. Anyone with a brain would know that Chinchou cannot fly, but a Zekrom in disguise doesn't need to swim to imitate flying.

[Two] "I lost my eye in the war. Zacian gouged it out."

It was not often he encountered Yveltals, and he was always on guard around them, especially considering HIS Earth's Yveltal was such a short tempered one.

"So, what brings you to these parts? Zeke, I think your name was?" he offered. What WAS a yveltal like him doing all the way out here, though he could say the same to himself.