#giirafariig

chichai  was  a  free  pokemon,  not  tied  to  anyone  or  anything.  a  pokemon  free  to  explore  the  world  and  go  about  as  she  liked.  and  so  she  did  very  often,  a  little  pikachu  bounding  her  way  through  the  forest  and  the  trees,  through  the  mountains  and  along  the  shore.  one  of  her  favorite  hobbies  was  to  pick  up  little  things  to  show  her  trainer,  her  friend.  the  woman  she'd  spent  so  long  following.  even  when  they  were  apart,  they  would  always  be  together.  and  while  chichai  valued  her  freedom,  she  valued  six  more.  and  so  there  would  be  times  where  she  would  find  little  trinkets  to  bring  back  to  her  as  souvenirs  on  her  travels.  today  seemed  to  be  no  different.

along  the  shore  of  the  sea  of  staranza,  where  the  water  seems  to  gleam  and  glitter  with  the  light  of  the  stars,  the  little  pikachu  calls  out  across  the  water  in  a  gentle  cry.  as  if  to  answer,  a  serene  cry  calls  from  the  depths  below,  closer  and  closer  until  the  beautiful  serpent  breaks  through  the  surface  of  the  water,  head  facing  her  favorite  creature.  clearly  friends,  chichai  hops  onto  milotic's  back,  riding  out  across  the  water.  the  pair  spend  some  time  together,  laughing  and  playing  until  the  pikachu  spots  something  below  the  surface,  something  different  from  the  usual  glittering  colors  that  lie  below  the  waves.  together,  the  pair  dive  below,  chichai  holding  on  tight,  holding  her  breath  as  she  hangs  onto  her  friend,  and  milotic  grabs  the  object  of  her  interest  in  her  mouth.  together,  the  pair  resurface  and  take  chichai  to  the  shores,  where  she  inspects  the  strange  crystal  with  a  blue  glow.  this  would  be  perfect  to  take  back  to  six.

and  so  she  does,  back  to  honaru  city  and  over  by  the  cafe  that  sat  near  the  tower  of  memories,  six  sits,  enjoying  a  small  lunch  when  her  little  friend  bounds  up,  calling  out  to  her  with  a  happy  expression.         ❝   chichai  !   what've  you  got  there  ?   is  that  for  me  ?   ❞       the  pikachu  excitedly  nods,  holding  out  the  small  crystal  to  her  favorite  person  in  the  world.  a  gentle  coo  leaving  her  electric  form  as  she  passes  it  to  six's  gloved  palm.

it  doesn't  take  long  for  something  to  go  horribly  wrong.  as  soon  as  six's  fingers  touch  the  crystal,  they  wrap  around  it  in  an  incredibly  tight  grip,  refusing  to  let  go.  eyes  glaze  over  to  a  milky  white,  everything  is  happening  so  fast  as  raretia's  champion  falls  out  of  the  chair  she's  perched  in  onto  the  street  beside  her  beloved  friend.  the  hand  not  holding  the  crystal  attempts  to  reach  out  to  the  pikachu,  and  chichai  reaches  to  grab  it  before  it  falls.  there's  a  commotion  around  her,  people  getting  up  to  figure  out  what's  happened.  but  six  hears  none  of  it.  nothing  at  all.

and it is then that the inky blackness of a dream consumes rareita's very own champion. ⸝⸝ @giirafariig

a growl, followed by more barks. it was not meant to be here. even ree's new 'friend' made them uneasy, a reminder to another, as well as the unorderly. paradoxes, they did not belong, let them be sent to another world, never again returning.

this was different, however, worse even.

' i need to go. ' voice echoing in ree's mind while teeth gritted and growled before seeming to shatter into pieces, leaving only the orange core.

@giirafariig sent: " trapped from another world ? tell me about . i mean . what . " ( sorry this popped in my brain and i had to JFOSJIODF )

"WHAT?" SHE PARROTS WITH FAR MORE BEWILDERMENT, looking questioningly at the other. Her gaze slips away then, absentmindedly falling to ground for a trace moment, before snapping back to the other and repeating, "WHAT?!"

He saw that. He saw more than enough to spark his mind with weird curiosity, but not the sort of curiosity that people would want to know about, instead being the sort where his twisted scientific mind comes into play with all sorts of gruesome thoughts; 'What was that and how does it work inside if it looks so strange?' And 'He needs to get a hold of it to find out'.

"That looked relatively like one, yes..." He pauses for a moment after speaking, a brow perking high. Neutral of expression and with folded arms, he doesn't look threatening or anything related. Instead, he looks calm and collected, almost disinterested in a sense, the risen eyebrow being the only thing to speak of any sort of curiosity. "But also... Not."

He doesn't know how to proceed. He isn't one to take things from others, even strange people like this one. But this thing, this... Pokémon? Of sorts... It would surely have scientific value. Surely...

SPEAK WITH TUR0'S POKÉMON.

━━ YOU GOT: IRON CROWN!

« what is it that you think you know, child? »

its question is condescending, perhaps, but it is nonetheless sincere. an electronic rumble echoes from within its steely frame, sounding something like a bleat or a gruff breath twisted by electronic distortion.

« you think that you know us. you know of us; you are familiar with the intricacies of our anatomy, and you know that we are not of this time. WE DO NOT BELONG HERE. but are you familiar with our future, that which me and my comrades are from? have you the clairvoyance to see what this world's future holds? would you claim to know for certain that the future of this world and the world which you call home are one and the same? SURELY NOT. »

its steel hooves click against the laboratory floor as it paces around pardalis, its head held high.

« despite our great knowledge, we do not know not where you are from, nor would we claim to. you do not know where we are from, nor should you claim to. we are both from a distant future this world has yet to see; that much is true, but what is the future? »

the paradox pokémon looks down upon pardalis with an indecipherable expression—indecipherable even to a child such as themself, who is one of the few present in the modern day that can claim to truly understand these strange creatures first described in dubious, fantastical texts.

@giirafariig

"It is, yeah! A lot of Ghost-types are said to manifest in objects that have strong feelings attached to 'em. So I bet the Sinistea line could never have appeared anywhere but in Galar, eh! Though mine are more of the... lingering spirit sort, I guess y'could say?"

He rocked his head to the side, in direction of his Mismagius and his Dusclops, one hovering around the other.

Thoughts (accepting!)

Zing doesn’t like or trust them, but zing is like that with everybody, so I don’ think that should be part of my judgment.

They look fine. We’ve met a couple times. I don’ think they’ve got bad intentions? They’re just a kid, like me. Lost, maybe, and definitely alone. I’d offer to let them stay on my bunk bed but I think zing would tear my mattress up. I’m already pushin’ my luck with Tamagotcha.

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