#lanilunne

          He has absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. ‘Moon cake?’ is that what they’re calling it nowadays? She speaks to him as though he’s supposed to know her, but as far as he knows he’s never seen her before in his life.

          Energy sparks around his body before exhuming outwards into a bright yellow Electric Terrain! Koko continued to chant while staring at her with cautious wariness.

          Oh dear... 

          They hadn’t expected to be seen here, so when Lona suddenly appeared out of the blue - or out of the sky in this instance - he practically froze in place like a deerling caught in headlights. 

          Slowly, he turned to face the emissary of the moone, facing her with fear evident in his features. He wasn’t sure if he should stay where he was standing and face the consequence of being spotted, or cave in to fear and depart as soon as possible... but imagine the consequences of that.

          Moreover... how did she know his name?

   IT WAS GROWING LATE, and Kubo could feel a yawn coming on. He lets his hand pause over the strings of his shamisen to rid of the urge, his drowsy lone eye staring blankly into the tall, grassy fields of Ten Carat Hill. A warm glow illuminated the little patch of dirt he and his pokemon were situated upon; Akio provided the fire, flames burning fiercely from the pores on his back. Beside the cyndaquil’s young master, vikavolt also slept, his tiny arms tucked underneath his thorax, and his wings hidden beneath the carapace.

    His mother would probably be wanting them home soon. The sky had turned to a lilac, twilight sky, crisp and clear to Kubo’s view. The stars were just starting to show as the last of the sun’s stretching rays had slowly receded behind the horizon. The hills had very quickly turned to a deep azure blue, blanketed by the cover of night.

      Such as a gorgeous sight. It and the quiet alone was the reason for why he stayed here, strumming his shamisen lazily. The pokemon here seemed to enjoy it; he had spent his entire afternoon here and yet not a single creature had emerged from the grass to harm him. Up in the sky, dancing among the stars, he could have sworn he saw a familiar PAPER SILHOUETTE fly overhead.

       It made Kubo’s heart sink a little to know that ‘Hanzo’ was still following him, and yet, he did not know what it was. The thought of sharing his knowledge of the creature had ached in his mind for WEEKS, yet he could not muster up the guts to finally explain it to her.

       Kubo leaned further against the rock he was prompted against, closing his eye in thought. He wanted to ponder it for a bit, until his drowsiness served as a cold reminder that HE SHOULD BE GETTING HOME SOON. The boy paused in strumming, his bachi resting silently against the strings of his shamisen.

      He sits up again then, and continues strumming, watching as Akio’s flames began to dowse. It seems his friend, too, was drifting off under the temptation of needed rest.

      Perhaps, it would be all right if he closed his eye for JUST A MOMENT... // @lanilunne

The Renegade had a habit of randomly appearing from the shadows when he wanted to. It was.. more of an automatic thing really. Something he didn’t really think much on how it would affect others. Regardless, his curiosity of the goddess’s situation drew him here. What was making her so reclusive all of a sudden?

“íf чσu díd nσt knσw, í mσnítσr єvєrчthíng, αnd єvєrчσnє. вríєflч, σf cσursє. α jσв í’vє gívєn mчsєlf єσns αgσ. í glαncє σvєr α mírrσr, σвsєrvє thє sítuαtíσn, αnd mσvє σn íf ít ís σf nσ dírє ímpσrtαncє.”

“σftєn tímєs whєn í’vє cσmє αcrσss чσur mírrσr, чσu αrє ..hαppч. єvєn whєn чσu αrє αt чσur quíєtєst tímєs. thєrє wαs αlwαчs αn αurα σf σptímísm αrσund чσu.”

“tσdαч... ít wílts. wσuld чσu mínd íf í αskєd чσu whч?”

His tone held no ill will, only genuine curiosity. Vladimir coiled around himself, his tendrils gently wisping behind him as he awaited her answer.

      THERE’S odd energy in this realm, unlike her own...but its not unsettling. In fact, it exudes nightmare and darkness...which she isn’t fond of but its interesting to say the least. The girl follows the pair, slipping through the shadows unseen by the refractions of light- its a skill she’s picked up from travelling through Ultra Space so long. The other two come to rest on a building, though Necrozma isn’t far behind as she lunges for the Legendary with a cry, shattering through the mirror that’s been placed. Shards embedd themselves into her body, but it goes un-noticed.

         IN one swift change, her form flickers back to her angulated-self, the Pokemon’s limbs growing in size as she clutches onto Lona’s head with her talons and shoves it hard into the building, a gut-wrenching cry echoing around the realm;

It scoffs in annoyance, glaring at the sky.

“...Ꭵ ᎠᎾᏁ’Ꮖ fᎬᎬᏞ sᎾ ᎳᎬᏞᏞ.”

Give them a moment or two and Starchild finally showed some signs of consciousness. Cheeks blinked dimly in the light though their eyes remained closed. From the comfort emulating all around them they were probably in the arms of their momma moon, right?

Oooh they’re in trouble. The shame hurt more than well...all of them right now.