#𝟒𝟖𝟕

#𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇          semi  selective  and  mutuals  only  roleplay  blog  for  𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀  of  𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍.      oc,  double,  gijinka,  multimuse  and  crossover  friendly.      est.  feb  2022.      as  told  by  𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍.      ( they  /  them.  27. )      minors  do  not  interact.

        𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆.

Haha. Yeah, they remember this, kinda. Neat.

“You don’t get the whole thing, because I’ve still got other people who might want some,” they warn, before they scoop out a hefty portion and drop it into the hole. Will it make a plop sound when it winds up on the other side?

“It’s sweet though, not like the mac and cheese. So be careful chewing, okay? And let the taste sit on your tongue! Don’t just swallow it!”

it  is  only  visible  for  a  second,  but  the  mac  and  cheese  appears  to  FLOAT  on  the  other  side  —  as  though  unaffected  by  gravity  itself.  the  hole  closes  the  moment  they  lift  their  hands,  and  the  wyrm  pauses.  (  trying  to  keep  their  instructions  in  mind,  perhaps.  )

❝  . . .  i  prefer  SWEET  food,  ❞      they  say,      ❝  when  i  am  able  to  taste.  ❞

“Hey! Wormy! Long time no see!”

Do they know Giratina is not a worm? Yes. Are they going to call them that anyway? Also yes. Ree wheels themself over, before offering the casserole dish.

“It’s pretty good. I know you like regular macncheese, but this is something that’ll totally blow you out of the water… metaphorically, anyway.”

❝  i  was  not  aware  macncheese  came  in  so  many  VARIANTS . . .  ❞      their  tone  was  wistful  —  a  look  of  wonder  flickering  briefly  across  otherwise  stoic  features.  (  something  akin  to  a  CHILD  glimpsing  snowfall  for  the  first  time.  )

they  crouch  down,  fingers  curling  into  the  ground  only  to  PULL  —  and  with  a  sound  like  tearing  fabric,  a  hole  seems  to  form  in  reality  itself.  there’s  something  on the  other  side.  swirling  blues  and  jagged  maroon  shards.  the  distortion  world.

their  movements  stilled  at  the  question  —  to  an  extent  that  could  be  considered  UNNATURAL,  if  only  for  its  abruptness.  ah.  they  supposed  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he  began  to  suspect  something.  despite  their  best  efforts  (  feeble  though  they  were  )  the  wyrm’s  replication  of  humanity  was  as  IMPERFECT  as  they  came.  even  mortals  of  no  great  perception  were  able  to  glean  hints  of  that  which  lurked  beneath  the  surface,  given  enough  time.  that  they  had  managed  to  avoid  rousing  hau’s  suspicion  up  until  now  was  a  stroke  of  incredible  luck  —  one  that  had  (  apparently  )  met  its  inevitable  end.

. . .  they  really  did  not  like  LYING.

to  lie  by  omission  was  one  thing.  to  speak  with  intentional  dishonesty  was  another.  perhaps  doing  so  came  easy  to  mortals,  but  giratina  was  LOATH  to  let  such  poison  pass  their  lips.  not  if  they  could  help  it.

if  faces  were  meant  to  be  read  like  BOOKS,  surely  the  great  wyrm’s  features  were  oft  comparable  to  an  indecipherable  tome  —  one  written  in  a  long  dead  language.  (  the  likes  of  which  had  fallen  into  obscurity,  much  like  giratina  themself.  )  what  feeble  scraps  of  expression  that  flitted  across  their  features  were  few  and  far  between,  and  the  manner  in  which  they  carried  themself  revealed  equally  LITTLE.  they  were  not  devoid  of  emotion.  quite  the  opposite  —  taking  great  pains  to  keep  the  sea  of  ancient  vitriol  bubbling  beneath  their  (  fake  )  skin  from  rising  to  the  surface.

all  that  to  say,  the  fact  that  they  appeared  visibly  ANNOYED  by  the  request  was  quite  impressive  indeed.

❝  i  have  lived  for  many  years.  ❞      they  mused.      ❝  i  have  seen  civilizations  rise  and  fall.  i  have  seen  the  tallest  mountains  reduced  to  sand.  i  have  seen  forests  grow  from  a  single  seed,  and  blanket  the  land  to  the  horizon  itself.  ❞      giratina  fell  silent  for  a  moment  —  gaze  drifting,  as  though  pulled  by  GRAVITY,  to  the  ground.

a  deep  sense  of  WRONGNESS  clawed  at  the  back  of  their  skull  —  like  nails  dragged  across  a  chalkboard.  (  painful.  unpleasant.  wrong.  wrong.  wrong.  )  something  about  this  human  was  impossibly  STRANGE;  any  further  explanation  escaped  them  like  so  many  grains  of  sand  slipping  through  an  hourglass.  the  wyrm  stared  and  stared  and  stared,  long  past  the  point  of  what  was  (  supposedly  )  acceptable.  only  speaking  when  they  could  bear  the  pain  of  not  knowing  no  longer.  

you  are  DANDELION.

❝  my  knowledge  of  BATTLES  is  limited.  ❞      from  a  strictly  human  perspective.  they  had  participated  as  a  pokemon  —  allowed  themself  to  serve  as  the  POWER  of  another.  (  though  it  had  been  quite  some  time  since  even  that.  )      ❝  the  people  of  hisui  were  different;  they  knew  techniques  to  bring  out  their  pokemon’s  speed  —  to  increase  the  raw  power  of  their  moves  above  their  natural  limits . . .  ❞      the  wyrm  trailed  off,  pensive  look  written  across  their  FEATURES.

❝  you  are  being  FOLLOWED.  ❞      they  spoke  matter  of  factly,  despite  the  implication  of  danger.  (  considering  the  circumstances,  perhaps  it  was  for  the  best.  )      ❝  you  have  been  followed  for  several  minutes  now  —  i  was  only  waiting  to  CONFIRM  my  suspicions.  ❞

the  tunnels  of  the  underground  were  far  too  NARROW  to  allow  their  true  form  freedom  to  move.  a  shame  —  for  the  lonely,  winding  paths  otherwise  granted  them  some  measure  of  COMFORT.  however,  selfish  indulgence  was  not  the  reason  why  they  found  themself  beneath  sinnoh’s  surface.  (  not  this  time.  )