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Xerneas questions || Not accepting

     Despite what some might think, the act of Xerneas gifting immortality is an incredibly rare event, and has only occurred once or twice throughout the entirety of history—the gifting of it to certain mythical and legendary pokemon aside. It is not something that Xerneas likes to give out, nor thinks is necessarily for any lifeform to possess, for life is meant to be transient. In order for growth, and for new live to be given the opportunity to take place, everything must have an end. Moreover, life as it is known is not just an affair overseen by the Life Pokemon, despite having dominion over it—the spirit, which exists in all forms of life, is formed Mesprit, Azelf nd Uxie. To gift immortality where it is not meant would mean ignoring the predestined fate laid out for that organism by the Lake Guardians themselves—or perhaps even Arceus in certain cases—, and therefore must require justification that exceeds any doubts or concerns in order for Xerneas to make on their own. Life has an extremely delicate balance, and even one more being living for eternity can upset it greatly—and that is their biggest concern on the matter.

     So, if Xerneas was to ever grant immortality to someone, which is likely to never happen again, it would be tied to the balance of the world, in some regard. Be it to even out some way that Yveltal, or humanity, has upset the balance by bringing about too much death, or to serve as an immoveable obstacle in the face of something which wanted to create such a disturbance and no other options exist. Feelings play no role in their choice—just their responsibilities, and what role the Life Pokemon was made to embody.

the thump does not startle him as much as it should, really. pokemon alighting onto his hat is a more common occurrence than one should be accustomed to: zubat, mothim, the occasional burmy or cherim toppling from one of the trees. . .this, however, was not such an occasion.

he hefts his pack higher on his aching shoulders, ignoring that yes, the cold is biting through his coat and yes, it’s making his body hurt and yes, he should really get home before irida sends someone out to find him. . .however, the world, so quiet and peaceful in the wake of a snowfall, had called to him.

he reaches to balance the pokemon atop his head, feeling the imbalance of such a dense little body, and considers what to say next.

Leon instantly starts backing away, hands raised in what he hopes is a placating gesture rather than one of ‘yes, you can burn me’ invitation.

“One gremlin meets a chaotic mess. Do not make my human explode.”

"Uncle, hither!" It has... green liquid, in a plastic cup? Trailing across the water towards Suicune, hands outstretched. "This water tastes of motor oil! The creatures certainly create peculiar drinks, no?"

Uncle? What’s that, she wonders? Perhaps... something akin to father? Like how she calls the amighty Ho-Oh? Certainly, given that it’s showing her a... very, very odd human drink, it must’ve been a sweet nickname!

How sweet!

          looks down at the rock in his hand. then nods.

          “  i see! thank you for your suggestion, ”  grabs the creature by the throat, puts it in a hamster ball and rolls it down the hill at mach speed.  “  bye!  ”