#askflourishandpassing

The air grew colder as Tsubayuki stared at Death. Not with fear. But with bitter anger.

"Do not patronize me by pretending as if you believe we stand on any similar ground." She spat, turning to face the gardevoir with a sneer. "Unless you can bring him back, who he was that they took from me matters not to you. Nor would you be able to understand what he meant me."

The lopunny turns to face her back towards death once again. "Such emotions and concerns are above gods like you are they not?" She asked condescendingly before walking away. Not bothering to wait for a response as she clearly isn't interested to hear it.

@askflourishandpassing (partially feat. @dailyashleighraichu

“There are genes within this specimen that are very... abnormal? We’re currently awaiting a meteorite sample from Hoenn to test the DNA found in them, as well as a sample from Sinnoh.” Richard scratched his head. He knew he wasn’t exactly supposed to be sharing this, but when someone got him started about work, he could never stop.

“I know you said you never got your claws on one, but definitely not this one, okay? I wouldn’t want you spooking them.”

Zane’s face shifted to that of confusion-- was the extraterrestrial here this whole time?

Chandra: O Death, what a wonderful suggestion…

I see the potential he has. Cornered like the vermin he is, hopeless to escape, but unyielding with his efforts… I could make something great of him. But, with Death here to escort him to the afterlife so lovingly, what reason do I have to keep him alive?

I could dash his skull open with a stump. I could burn him away to dust in white-hot flames. I could pierce his heart again and again until every last drop of blood has spilled.

It didn’t take long for Yemir to have found some suitable prey to kill. A large male Sawsbuck that had undoubtedly fled from the devastation the Gallade had wrought not too long ago. If Yemir had felt any sort of pity or sympathy for the animal, it did not show. Despite her greatly diminished size, her ferocity and hunger were not. With a swift leap and a sudden bite to the throat. Yemir wrestled the creature to the ground, breaking its neck easily with her teeth. At least it didn’t suffer.

So vast was her appetite, she didn’t even bother cooking it. Pushing the corpse over to its side, Yemir split its belly open with her claws. The mound of steaming guts and flesh pooled before her as she dug in. Shoveling handfuls of warm meat and blood into her mouth, making an absolute mess in the process as she became coated in various fluids and bits of sinew.

Ah, how it felt good to have her stomach swell with meat once more as she started to slow down a bit. Though her ears perked up a bit when she heard someone behind her. Turning her head to the side, she witnessed a peculiar looking hybrid. The Gardevoir aspect, she recognized. Everything else, not so much. All the same, she could feel the energy radiating off of him. Even his physique was no joke. A bitter reminder of what Yemir had lost, if only for the time being. Spitting out a piece of what could only be a liver, Yemir narrowed her eyes at Zane in an unamused manner.

“Gee, how kind of ya to remind me, Passion Fruit. Next time I flip my shit, I’ll be sure to send ya an invite. Maybe we’ll sing together while split roasting a Kyogre over an open fire... Always did wonder what those angry whales tasted like.” Her mind quickly drifted back into food again, if only for a second before she managed to regain her train of thought.

“I was, at first. But over time, my mind kinda... Drifted? Hard to say. It felt like yer watching a movie. Only yer body is the protagonist and yer mind is the movie watcher with butter and salt dripping all over their hands... After that... White, blinding light. Like the sun had been shoved in your face and was slowly burning you alive with its power...” Yemir paused, her face frowning a bit. “No, wait, that’s wrong. It was like being sucked in by the abyss... If the abyss were white and all consuming.... Infinite... Either way, whatever happened after that. I have no clue. Just remembered waking up in a barn with Granny Bao and... People who looked like her. Also, I’m tiny, only not on purpose, so that’s annoying.” Yemir grumbled, vexed by her peculiar predicament.

“As fer yer last bit of question... No, I did not like it. At all. Losing control never is. All that destruction and death, unneeded. But I guess nothing good ever happens when my family comes back together... Just have to wonder.... Why wasn’t this power around when I faced Ravager the second time?” Yemir asked herself, staring at her own two hands, coated in the blood of the Sawbuck.

Erika grins at the questions “heh, I’ve been in several fights for being a delta, though most of the fights I’ve been involved with were back before my evolution to protect my sister, Raven,” Erika continues, “the fights that I got into as a delta were mainly with a group of people that are simply known as purists, and to simply put it they hate hybrids and deltas, not a fan of them… , but the worst of the bunch was a garchomp who thought he was the top dog, essentially an ass who thought that hybrids and deltas should be enslaved under the rule of the purebreeds.” 

Erika gives a little laugh before continuing, “Oh was he pissed when I floored his ass, sure he taunted me and pushed me around, I knew I was different. So I knew some would bully me around, but the moment he threatened my sister was the moment he needed to be brought down a peg ... actually several pegs,” Erika seemed to be relishing in these memories, “after that rumors started and I ended up gaining the moniker of ‘Demon Espeon’ or something stupid like that. My sister says that my temper had something to do with the name it but I have to disagree. Anyway I must be going got paperwork and other mundane crap to do before-”

Erika gets cut off by the sounds of Alpha calling for her. She bolts towards the noise but arrives to see a box bearing Alpha’s symbol skidding across the floor before stopping in front of her.

The mysterious Litwick grins a little as Claude struggles under her miniscule weight. 

“Right, right. So if you’re lookin’ to crack a deal, you gotta find this like... incantation thingy. It’s a poem... that I’ve totally forgotten that is used to bring a projection of Giratina into this world for a short time. He can do any little thing your heart desires! You just have to give him something that gives him the power to do anything. It’s the essence of being, an ultimate power, you know!”

She clears her throat. 

“After he’s got that, though, you belong to him when you’re dead... but you belong to him when you’re alive, too. He never..... goes away.....”

Her cocky grin fades for a moment, but it returns as fast as it left, and Claude set her down onto the ground. She is back to being level with Death’s abs.

CLAUDE MOVE UNLOCKED: WILL-O-WISP