Poison and Blinding Light

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“Zossie my girl! I take it that you’ve been well?”

“⟟⏁'⌇ ⍜☍⏃⊬; ⟟ ⎍⋏⎅⟒⍀⌇⏁⏃⋏⎅.”

He doesn’t like talking about that either. The shrine’s been a little more barren with a lack of dead bulbs to offer lately.

“⟟ ⍙⍜⎍⌰⎅ ⌇⏃⊬ ☊⌰⍜⌇⟒ ⏁⍜ ⎎⍜⍀⏁⊬ ⎎⟟⎐⟒ ⍜⍀ ⌇⍜ ⊬⟒⏃⍀⌇, ⊬⟒⌇. ⏚⎍⏁, ⟟ ⌇⏁⟟⌰⌰ ⌇⎍⎎⎎⟒⍀ ⎎⍀⍜⋔ ⏁⊑⟒ ⌰⟟☌⊑⏁ ⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⎎ ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⏁⏃☍⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍀⟟☌⊑⏁ ⌿⍀⟒☊⏃⎍⏁⟟⍜⋏⌇. ⟟ ☊⍜⋏☊⌰⎍⎅⟒⎅ ⌰⍜⋏☌ ⏃☌⍜ ⋔⊬ ⟒⊬⟒⌇ ⍙⍜⎍⌰⎅⋏'⏁ ⋏⟒⎐⟒⍀ ☌⟒⏁ ⎍⌇⟒⎅ ⏁⍜ ⟟⏁.” He adjusts his goggles as if to make a point of it, though he stops midway with a sigh. She has a point, pains him as much to admit.

“⍜⎎ ☊⍜⎍⍀⌇⟒, ⍜⎎ ☊⍜⎍⍀⌇⟒. ⍙⟒ ⏃⍀⟒⋏'⏁ ⟟⋏⎎⏃⌰⌰⟟⏚⌰⟒. ⏚⎍⏁… ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⊑⏃⌇ ⏁⍜ ⏚⟒ ⏃ ⌰⟟⋔⟟⏁ ⏁⍜ ⊑⍜⍙ ⏚⏃⎅ ⍜⋏⟒ ☊⏃⋏ ⏚⟒ ⏚⟒⎎⍜⍀⟒ ⟟⏁'⌇ ⎍⋏⎎⍜⍀☌⟟⎐⏃⏚⌰⟒. ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☍ ⟟'⋔ ⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍀⟒⏃⌰⋔ ⍜⎎ ⎎⍜⍀☌⟟⎐⟒⋏⟒⌇⌇ ⎎⍜⍀ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟'⎐⟒ ⎅⍜⋏⟒.”

      Zossie processed that response for a moment. Maybe it was just a little strange...She was older than him, she wondered if aging would be quickened in the world of Pokemon? Perhaps an effect of an alternate version...? One always had to think of the possibilities of alternates. She was, after all, young, in Ultra Space. Even if she was over a century old...She shrugged away the thought for now, it could always be mentioned later.

“⟟ ⍙⟟⌇⊑ ⟟ ⊑⏃⎅ ⏃⋏ ⏃⋏⌇⍙⟒⍀ ⎎⍜⍀ ⏁⊑⏃⏁, ⍀⟒⏃⌰⌰⊬. ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇⋏'⏁ ☌⟟⎐⟒⋏ ⎅⟒⏁⏃⟟⌰⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⟟⎎ ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇, ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇ ⏁⍜⍜ ⊬⍜⎍⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⍀⟒⋔⟒⋔⏚⟒⍀ ⏁⊑⟒⋔. ⏃⌰⌰ ⟟ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⍙⏃⌇ ⟟⏁ ⍙⏃⌇ ⌇⍜⋔⟒⏁⊑⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⎅⍜ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⋔⊬ ⌿⏃⍀⟒⋏⏁⌇ ⎅⟟⎅.”

He looks down at Zossie. And, after a moment’s thought, he laughs. It’s not a happy laugh, but he laughs.

“⟟ ⊑⏃⎐⟒⋏'⏁ ⎅⍜⋏⟒ ☌⍜⍜⎅ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇ ⊑⟒⍀⟒. ⟟ ⎅⍜⎍⏚⏁ ⏁⊑⟒⊬'⎅ ⏚⟒ ⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒⎅ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⋔⟒ ⎎⍜⍀ ⟟⏁. ⋏⍜⏁ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⟟'⎅ ☊⏃⍀⟒, ⏚⎍⏁… ⟟ ⌇⏁⟟⌰⌰ ⍙⍜⍀⍀⊬. ⟟⌇ ⟟⏁ ⍀⟒⏃⌰⌰⊬ ⌇⏁⟟⌰⌰ ⌇⍜ ⎅⏃⋏☌⟒⍀⍜⎍⌇ ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒?”

      “ ⟟⏁'⌇ ⏃⌰⍙⏃⊬⌇ ⎅⏃⋏☌⟒⍀⍜⎍⌇ ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒! ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⋏⍜ ⌰⟟☌⊑⏁ ⍙⟒'⍀⟒...⏁⊑⟒ ⏚⌰⟟⋏⎅⟟⋏☌ ⍜⋏⟒...⟟ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ☌⍜ ⟟⋏⏁⍜ ⏃⌰⌰ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎅⟒⏁⏃⟟⌰⌇. ” 

      Zossie paused and shook her head, letting out a soft sigh as she looked down and pressed a gloved hand over her face, her voice a little more muffled.

“⏁⊑⏃⏁'⌇ ⏁⍀⎍⟒! ⟟⏁ ☊⏃⋏ ⏚⟒. ⌇⏁⟟⌰⌰, ⟟ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⏃⋏⎅ ⍙⍜⋏⎅⟒⍀ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⏁'⌇ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⋏⍜⍙.”

“…⟟ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⟟⎎ ⟟⏁ ⍙⍜⎍⌰⎅ ⏚⟒ ⍙⟟⌇⟒ ⎎⍜⍀ ⋔⟒ ⏁⍜ ☌⍜ ⏚⏃☊☍, ⏁⊑⍜⎍☌⊑.”

“You don’t need to call so loudly, Zossie…” Why was he so exhausted so suddenly? Dulse looked down at the over excited child. “What is it… It should be something important.”

      Exhausted? She was having a great time, she was VERY awake, very energetic!

the realm of ultra space, and the ultra megalopolis itself, is certainly no place for such a youngling alpha, and yet here it stands. stark white fur only further exacerbates how out of place it is, with the radiance of megalo tower catching upon it. it stumbles on uncertain legs, feet clink'ing ominously 'pon the futuristic landscape that is, seemingly, otherwise empty.

      She had never seen something like this before...At least not wandering around the Metropolis...On occasion, there would be an alert followed by some sort of invasion from an Ultra Beast, and yet she didn’t or rather couldn’t identify this as any she had seen before, nor had she heard any alarm...Still, not many were up at the moment, hiding away inside either to rest or simply to hide from any possibility of an attack. As a member of the Ultra Recon Squad, it was often her duty to assure the safety of others, even if it wasn’t...always a success. There had been apparent strange sightings of something around, and she had the confidence to back up her claim to go find it!...And yet...She wasn’t expecting this, whatever it was.

      Zossie slowed her step to then a halt, the ultrahuman’s eyes bright and full of curiosity, was it violent? Threatening? It was surely all alone, no others like this had been witnessed, not by her...She didn’t remember reading too many documents on something of this variety...Perhaps it simply got sent through a wormhole and ended up here? What a dangerous thing to experience, the wormholes were better navigated on the back of an ultra beast, either reincarnation or otherwise...

      Holding her breath, the young squad member curled her fingers into fists then let out a puff of air. She didn’t need to lean down, she was quite short already...Maybe it could understand her language, if not...She would do whatever to help! Maybe she could help it get home...?

  Dulse is like a brother to Zossie. At least that’s how she sees him. He’s her partner, and it’s very possible that her seeing him almost like a brotherly figure is completely one sided...But that doesn’t really matter to her. He’s one of the few people that Zossie is around constantly, even more so than the rest of the Ultra Recon Squad. She would support him in anything and would likely sacrifice herself for him if given the chance or the need. Maybe this is from her lack of immediate family interaction, she never had a bad family, but given her talents she really didn’t have the time to ever spend time with them. Instead, it just became times spent with Dulse, and those times were well...all the time! Especially after Zossie officially joined the Ultra Recon Squad.

……lo………ou……. wake….?

Words, or segments of them, filtered in through what felt like layers of cotton. Blinking, blearily, offering a groan as he sat forward, John scrubbed at his face. Blinked once, twice, then groaned again.

He had no clue of what had happened moments ago, no clue where he’d ended up. Just knew he had a blistering headache, had a nasty bruise in his side from where he’d fallen, and his name.

“Whuh– wha'ss goin’ non….”

Rubbing his eyes again, offering a squint of confusion, he spoke up once more, a little more sure of his words. Knowing something was off, knowing he was forgetting something…. but what?

“What’s going on – where is this, who are you?”

      This wasn’t...the best scenario. Zossie usually had Dulse with her just in case this sort of thing happened. Sure she knew the precautions she should take, and the things she should keep a secret...She could introduce herself, that was something she could do. If it came to it, and if danger arises, she could call the incarnation of the moon to take them back to Ultra Metropolis...But she wasn't sure if that was necessary!

      “ ...you’re in ultra space, mister! ”

      Right, not supposed to call humans...humans. They used proper terms, mister, miss, along those lines...She was pretty sure this was a mister. She couldn’t completely sure though.

      “ i am zossie! i’m apart of the ultra recon squad, i’m here to...help you get out of dangers! ” 

      She nodded, taking a few steps closer. She could feel it on him...It was almost absurd how heavy this human felt with residue from the many wormholes. Generally it could be chocked down to one, the one that sent the person to ultra space to begin with...But this!...Even as they stood in ultra space, it was almost uncomfortable! 

      “ do you remember your name? how old you are? what you’ve done last? ”

Huh .. that was..kind of a big question. Starchild hadn’t really thought of who they wanted to be. Heck, even thinking of where they want to be is kind of hard to concept. They don’t even have their Teleport down least of all becoming the next Sun or Moon caller.

Oh the Ultrahumans and Earthlings are depending on them though. How are they going to fill in “Nebby’s” shoes after how fantastical they defended the multiverse? 

“ … ”

    “ …! ”

       “ ⟟'⋔ ☌⍜⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⏚⟒ ⏚⍜⏁⊑! ”

      It took...a minute, maybe even two minutes for Zossie to decipher exactly what Starchild was saying-- She hoped that eventually it would be instantaneous, that she’d have all the kinks of the technology wrung out...That may require some help from the captain...She wasn’t sure he was that interested in this tech though! Dulse didn’t seem interested either...She’d convince them eventually!! She supported most of the Squad’s choices, so they should support hers too! Besides this might help the Blinding One! What if the reincarnations had knowledge about the fragments of the Blinding One?? 

      Still...

      Zossie’s eyes widened from behind her shades at the answer--both?? Was that even possible?? She didn’t think so- but if it was!! 

  Zossie was sorta force to grow up very quickly. Given her talent in the sciences, she was pretty much immediately molded to just go into that, there was no choice really in the matter aside from the false sense of encouraging to do what she’d do the best at. This has effected her in many ways, but probably one of the biggest is how she really doesn’t know how kids act, or how they’re supposed to act. Zossie was asking brain breaking questions when she was a kid, so why wouldn’t others? She’s so used to being around not just adults but science aligned adults, that she really doesn’t know how to not talk about research or fun facts or even classified information if you get her talking enough.