#ask-theguard

Hope: You've got a lot of unown floating around here. Far more than I've ever seen in one place before. I'm aware they have a connection with gods and the like. Are they your friends or something? Or is it simply a coincidence they've chosen you or this place to hang around?

“S̶͍̦̖̾̄̈́͠͠͠ú̶̘p̷̫̦̻̦͙̓̐́͗,” Unown(B) greeted.

"Most have been here long before I arrived," the Smeargle explained.

"Though, some of these Unown followed me from my previous home. Not sure why... but I would consider them 'colleagues' more than 'friends'," they shrugged as they pondered the question further.

"As for why they congregate here... well, I don't know your personal beliefs, but these are hallowed grounds for followers of Almighty Si-," they paused a moment. "Almighty Arceus. It is my duty to look over these grounds. Or... rather, the duty bestowed upon me."

"C̶̨̙̮̙̤̖͎̘̄̆͛͑͋̇́̈́̕ͅͅǔ̷̢̻̬̝̘̝̖̰͎̥̲̬̹͎́̊̊̑̓̈́̂͊̓̈̊̽́̀͝r̷͙̠͖̼͇͖̤̼̂̅͐̔̑̍s̸̡͈̫̦̤͔̞̘̳͍̍̈́̂͘ͅę̷͖̄̉͌̽̿̃̀̑͗̿͗͑͗͆̈́͝͠d̴͈̖̰͎̰̼͈̞̭̥͔̅̈̍̈́̔̽̉̀̽̃ ̷̗̃̍̓́̈́̈̔̍̑́͊̇͛͝t̶̡͈̲̰̳̹̄͛̊́̉̒͗͘͘ͅȯ̷̧̝̱̜̮͕͐̉̔̆̇́̅̄ ̶̦̲̤̞̥̇̊͆̾̈́̔͊́̌͆̉͘͝b̷̪̪̫͖̓́e̶̡̨̥͓͚͔̗̝̱̋́̀́̾͂̌̍̚ͅ ̶̢̡̣͉̰͇̙̜͈̼̗̬̀̌̑͊̈́̈́̌̏̊̾͘͠a̸̩̖̫̙͓͖̤̰͉̻̠͖̳̒͋̈́̈́͋͗̇̾͘͝ͅň̶̢̡͙̺͎̭̱͉̻͓͉̳̖̣̝̰̟̈́̑͑͊̀̀͂̆̈́͠͝ ̶̢̨͖͕̦̠̯̖̮̳̩̯̜̈́͐̄̏͠ͅą̷̛̗̯̝͚̇́̌̓͐͂̒́̚͝r̷͓̈́̅̌m̷̳̤̬̞̖̱̬̞̈̿̓̅̂ ̸̢̜̜̮͕͕̖̬͈̗̫͚̫̥̉̊̑͗̀̇̓̚͜͠͠o̸̧̡̡̗̱̞̩̣͖̜̩̝̩̥͓̐́͌̑ͅf̵̧͔̪̺̘̰̠̯̻̮̦̘͖̬̗̌ ̵͖̳̫͈̻̰̠̺̖̖͙̬͕̍͗͊̅̈̽̂̑̾̈́́̔̀̀̕̕S̷̙̝͇͚̰̲͇̤̬̪̜̜͎͕̗̎̎̐̓̆͠ͅḯ̸̘̍̍̊̽͝n̴͖̦̆́̑̏̈́̑̂̈͆̿̂͆̕͠͝n̶̤̰̲̮̪̹̙̼͈͛̈́̀̄͋̈́̔̈́̋̈́̎̃̓̉̕͜ǫ̵̨̨̠̲͓͎̠̠̹͙̮̳̩̆͋̽͂̈́́͠͠͠ḩ̵̖̗̤̜̺͕̰̜̑̈́̏͗̿̽̃̈́͋̔̅͆̌͑̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̶̛̦̝͔͎̠̥̞̬͚̜̜͖͕͉̿̒̎̽͂̄͒͘ḷ̷̮̜̼̰̥͇͒̊̈̃̽̎̑i̷̦̫̾̄̏̿̉̌̃͊ḳ̷̨̛͍͓̩̳͗̄̂̎̑̊́́̃̀́̚e̶̺̦̬̜̫̰̥̓̐̆̆̈́̇̆͘͜ ̸̢̧̝͈̗̲̪̘̘͈̿̋͆͝u̸̦̳͍̙̥̹͒̍́͊̿̃͊̕͘s̷̭̬̭̼͓͑͑̽̿̋͋̔́͑̑̒̕̚̕," Unown(B) states cryptically.

[Before his agitation could continue to fester, Gabe was able to recognize it and call it back. The truth of the matter was that he really didn't know what he was capable of like this, so letting his feelings get out of hand wasn't a good idea... let alone completely unlike him. He was better than this.]

[He sat back and sighed, regarding the Smeargle with an apologetic look.]

Didn't mean to blow up like that, I'm sorry. I don't want to do anything like this, I don't know what I'm capable of.

??? was shocked to see two wandering ‘mons approach the ruins. Especially the one they now knew was a revered deity in a distant land.

“Ŵ̴͚̳̀̅ͅh̴̤̾̒͛ȃ̶̧̬̐t̵̼̟̖͝ ̸͚̰̤̀̕a̴̪͎̞̐r̶̢̢͕͈͑͝ë̷̺̗͙̝̈ ̷̧̝̬̆y̵̨̩̣̩̓̈́ỏ̸̬͔͎͝u̵̠̻͛̃̐͘,̴̡̞̈́ͅ ̶̮̻̄c̷̼̠̜̠̉̒͗̈́o̸̺̬̾͐͂͂p̷̪̳̲͂͛͜s̷̡͗́?̴̨̼̈̔͠͝” Unown(X) exclaimed.

“Calm yourself, these are guests,” the Smeargle declared as they shooed the being away.

“I do have a name… now what was it… it’s been so long since someone asked…”

“Admyne. That is my name.”

“Admyne, Controller of the Forgotten Temple.”

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Admyne sighed as they sat under the tree, wondering what spurred the sudden headache.

“Did I remember to eat…?” They wondered aloud before hearing the grass nearby rustling.

A large Eevee appeared!

“Ah! Finally! It’s weird how there’s no trail over here…” ??? the Eevee commented before noticing Admyne sitting there looking a bit exhausted.

“Oh, hey! You doing okay? Did an Ekans get you?” they asked.

Zipp: Pardon me, but what do you mean exactly by the Unnown being the “hands of Arceus”?

Where I’m from, they’re known as the “tongue of Arceus” due to their connection to the ancient language. I assume that they hold a connection to your Arceus as well?

“It’s simply due to the nature in which they are an extension of Lord Arceus’s power in this world,” Admyne explained. “Though, the Unown were mainly used as a means to convey the ancient language at one point, their true purpose was to also be a means for Lord Arceus to mold and manipulate the elements around us to their will.”

They guided the brightly colored being to look to the wall beside them, coating the wall in a light wash of their paint to better see the marking engraved upon it.

“Who goes there?” a voice calls from the darkness, as fog seems to come out of nowhere.

The Smeargle looked up at the Unown(X) with a snarl.

“I̴͔̣̹͖̬̥̲̮͒̽̊͋̈́̍́͛̊̾̚ ̴͎̰̭̮͖͕͈̟͇̈́̍͆ã̴̞̖͍̰̫̝̬̥͇̪̱̍̒͗̈́͜͝m̵̨͍̹̞̣͍̝̞̯͇̮͋ ̶̢̻̺̙͔̬̟̥́̋̾̀̌̌́̉̃̂̐̍͜p̵̢͈̻̹̱̠͍͙͑̓͊̾̍͌͂͋̈͗͂̓̒̀̏ẽ̷̢̨͖̙̮͎̜͕̮̺̘͓́͊̓̔́͂͌̔̇͒̔̚͠r̴̫̫͌̂͠f̸̡̧̢̹̼̘̦͕̼̲̠̝̎̂̈́͝ͅͅe̴̗̰͎̪̖͎̠̎͜͜c̸̢̨̜͚̜͖̗͎͚̝̭̞͎̳͇̭̝̊̓̄̀͝ţ̷̧̪͚͍̙͓̗̮͐͗̿̄̀̂̈́̉͌̀̅͜͝l̵̢͈̳͙̙̯͇̱͉̩̹̩͗̀̎͋̈ͅy̴̼̪̺̻̦̝͚͋͐͒̆̃͐̉̆͠ ̴͈̮͉̙̮̓͐͐̄͒̀̃F̶̢̮̝̤͚͉͉̙͉͎͌͋̋̆̉̎̎̀̐̈́̕͜ͅI̴̧̡̭̘̭͕͔͕̜̠̽̄̑́̈́̑͛̅̚͜N̸̡̢̞͎̦̲͍͎̝̾̓̇̅̀̍́̉̆̾̈́̾̍̀̇̇Ë̸̛̥̬̯̭͉͎̪̪̭͇̘̑̂̈́͐̀͋̓̀̈́̉ͅ!̴͓͉̗̭̘̳͑̏̑ͅ” they growled back, baring their teeth.

The Unown(X) seemed unfazed by the displayed aggression.

“Y̴̨̬͇̯̣̟̳͓͇̓̀̈́ơ̸͉̊͐͑̃̑͂̐̎̔̕͝ů̵͔̯ ̴̻̲̋͛́̽͐̐̈́̑͆̍̓̈́̕ş̷̧̛̫͉̞̰̩̅͌́͑͐̌̍̒̚ͅu̷̢̧̢̹̰̹̳̘͎͙͈̭͈͕̅̕͘͜͝ͅŕ̸̢͖̮̟̬̱̤̯͇̯́́̊́̊͘̚͝͠ę̸̛̠͇̟̥͉̯̺̜̪̌̽̾̈́͊̀͌̔̾?̵̧͔̣̠͕̞͕̖͕̬̭̤̘͉̺̈́̐̈́͆̄̇͐̀̌̀” the Unown(X) asks as they float closer, prompting the Smeargle to look away.

It would appear that ??? is wondering why friends are so important.

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