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          Zinnia’s heart just about STOPS.

          Out of everything she expected to happen in that moment, Zinnia DOES NOT account for Solgaleo to appear before them from a literal rip in the sky, powerful body rippling in interdimensional light and celestial plasma. She also doesn’t expect for Dulse to just approach the being so casually (her jaw drops when he calls it an old friend) – attempting that with her own god would result in serious injury (at the very least). And so she waits and watches, her hands held close to her own body as she… begins to put serious thought into what this means for her.

          What had she gotten herself into?           … Maybe finding Aster wouldn’t be as hard as she thought it would be.

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And just as Dulse ensured, Solgaleo listened along with his bright blue eyes trained on her every word. While he was unfamiliar in this particular Lorekeeper, he had heard of Rayquaza, and the task they require be carried out in the name of their worship. He also very well understood that not every ‘god’ carried themself in the same way — he, evidenced by Zinnia’s gobsmacked reaction — being one of the more lax deities.

He would not be surprised if Rayquaza did not carry themself in the same way. With a gentle purr, he gave a respectful distance between Zinnia and himself, before bowing politely, accepting her request. As he laid down, he looked to Dulse to be his voice.

Meanwhile, Dulse himself was touched by her words. A close companion of hers... taken from her and lost in space. What a terrible plight. With an exhale, he looked to Zinnia. “As said before, Solgaleo has an impeccable sense of smell. I am unsure if you carry with you an item that bears your special one’s scent, but if you do, I have full confidence that Solgaleo will be able to pinpoint even the most minuscule traces of it within the cosmos.” He offered Zinnia a small smile. “Traces of... her. Of Aster.”

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As it so happens as an alien who is very hard at reading directions in a foreign land... Drex was hopelessly lost. His intention was to meet up with Looker in a place called Celestic Town, and the only pointer he could remember was that the town was ‘to the north.’

Drex, with the lack of knowledge that he bared, could only take that to mean the very north point of Sinnoh in its entirety. And the worst part of it all — he clearly could not claim he’d ever experienced snow.

While the temperature was the least bother to him, he found he wasn’t able to see past the terrible flurry ahead of him, and with no sense of direction ( and none to begin with ) he easily lost his way.

He’d been wandering for hours; how many, he could hardly say at this point, but it was all by chance that he happened to be wandering this man’s direction, or heard his call at all. “Um... hello? Yes, I am here. I am lost... and I am coming to you?” He called back loudly as he tried to fight his voice for purchase above the howling wind.

Whether or not the other individual heard him, he found he couldn’t stand to care anymore, and he approached him closer. The man was dressed head-to-toe in blue and black attire, but stranger still, perhaps, would be the other’s reaction to him — a blue man with glowing freckles and eyes like swirling gradients. He looked quite sheepish, but showed no reaction to the blistering cold surrounding him. “Ah... I apologize for bumping into you... There wouldn’t happen to be a shelter around here, would there? I fear I’ve gone the wrong way.”

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The road to Snowpoint was a path from which endless snow fell from the heavens, chilled by ice and an impossible forest that made travel both time consuming and disorienting. To aid their travelers, Sinnohian governments had laid lights along the route path – industrial beacons whose shimmer could be seen even in the worst of snowstorms. Riley had found himself thankful for the lights –

Until they stopped working. (Perhaps their generators had frozen over?)

He clutches the folds of his scarf, rearing them over his lips. For a moment, he stands within the swath of snow before closing his eyes. When he reopens them, his world is alight with flecks of color – pinks, purples, myriads of saturated vibrancies. These colors exist on the fringes of his vision, much too far beyond the wind and snow to comprehend. The more he concentrates, the more these colors flicker and mute. Riley gives a defeated hiss when the last color snaps from his sight, fading into the dull background of gray and white.

There were many ways to impact his mystical sight, and wind was one of them.

But to his surprise, one last color reappears before him. The color is strange, to say the least – it is not a vibrant, impacted aura, but a muted glow. It doesn’t feel like a human… but it’s distinctly not Pokemon. And yet here it is, yards away, flickering off a figure distinctly humanoid. Coming towards him, gaining in intensity. The first thing that comes to mind is an unsaturated aurora bourealis, shifting in colors that Riley can’t totally comprehend right now – and on instinct, he calls out:

❝ Hello? Is someone there? ❞

… This aura, thankfully, didn’t feel like a threat. No hostile intentions to be found. But he stands still, his fingers balled up into fists… on the off chance that it may become so.

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P l e a s e

Won’t you teach me

How to be H U M A N?

#Otherworldly | Musings #HM WELL

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“Cosmic Child”

And we’re back in action! I’m back from vacation, so more original poetry now if that’s what you’re here for ❤

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Marshal stood to attention when Ariala returned and followed her practically at her heels when they left. His muscles twitched and buzzed with an anxiety to see Dulse, though it was explained to him that that might not be possible. The thought barely registered–he would see him. He would be alright. He had to be. A more clear minded Elite may have wondered by the URS would put themselves at such risk by not wearing their protective suits, but the thought sped past him as did all others. Nothing could stick. His brain was a fog.

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The determination in the human’s eyes was all of the confirmation Ariala needed to continue onwards. They led Marshal outside to where Solgaleo rest in waiting, holding his arm rather tightly to lead him. Their desperation was easily felt in their grip. “Okay... so here is what you must do...”

The journey was long, arduous, and dangerous. While Marshal’s suit was accommodated to be able to breathe the thick, foggy air outside the barrier, it held little in the way of sight, and although Ariala did not mention, was useless against anything that wished to hunt him down. 

After all, they’d mentioned that even the creature that Megalopolis had come to regard as a god — even Solgaleo was nothing more than prey to the huge, fearsome creatures that lay beyond the boundary; he was no god to them just as little as they cared for what Marshal may be. 

Solgaleo himself was well aware of the dangers that lurked just beyond the safety of the shielded world that Megalopolans had come to take for granted, and upon being led to one of the few outer ports where fishermen and hunters risked their lives every day, the moment the barrier was closed back behind them, Solgaleo darted off with haste.

The creatures beyond the shield were adept in sight, seeking out the most minuscule detail among the thick fog. Knowing this, Solgaleo dimmed his fur and moved nimbly and quickly. As much as he would love to simply create an Ultra Wormhole to carry himself to the destination Ariala instructed, he could not; after all, his wormholes only led him to places he had been before, and were mostly optimal for cross-galactic travel. Still being within the planet, it would be useless, and potentially fling the Pokemon farther than intended.

So he ran, thankfully dodging past the sights of creatures whose only visibility was their large, imposing shadows looming in the distance. Soon he found himself in a swamp-like lagoon that stretched on for miles, the water beside them murky among the mud. Along with Solgaleo’s own pawprints, he began to sniff at what appeared to be webbed reptilian talons, no more than a foot long, with a long, line-shaped trail between them. From the distance between each footprint, it appeared to be bipedal. He looked ahead in the distance, looking towards something that Marshal could not see, looking to his friend as an indicator that it was time for him to come off, motioning to him with his snout that his quest continued forward.

They were now in the area that Ariala instructed — the swamps, where they were destined to meet what was known as a Sea Megalopolan, and Marshal’s separate journey from Solgaleo would lead him to one just ahead.

And just ahead, he could see it — a vague, bipedal shark-like form at the lip of the swampy basin. As he approached closer, the creature’s form became more clear, holding his fin close akin to how a human would hold their long hair, picking out dead skin and kelp that had tangled within, cleaning out wounds he had obviously sustained no more than a moment ago. An unsuccessful hunt, it seemed like.

However, just as his blue skin tone and lowly-lit stripes came into focus, Marshal could hear loud, imposing, fast-approaching footsteps behind him, and before he could even react, cry that sounded like... Solgaleo’s. Turning around, Marshal could see Solgaleo now in the jaws of a gigantic, white-gray beast whose body looked just like the smoke they traveled through, Solgaleo roaring and crying with his claws now extended to rake the beast across its face.

Just in the midst of this confusion, separate from the sun god or the smoky beast, a force pushed Marshal into the murky, dark, thick water, immediately cracking his helmet against the surface of the water from the force. He was dazzled with several bright lights flashing rapidly across this creature’s body — the Sea Megalopolan, pinning his shoulders and carrying him to the bottom of the lake, as his sharp jaws dug into Marshal’s suit, ripping it easily off of his shoulder.

Water was beginning to rush in through the crack in his helmet, and above, above he could faintly hear the roars of his dear friend and the ethereal cries of the creature he faced, bubbly and distant above the surface.

Terminal. | Dulse & Marshal

#Terminal | mixedmarshalarts

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It's a simply decorated box. Roughly square shaped, upon opening it, one would find two smaller packages. One package held a set of evolutionary stones - from Water to Sun stones - while the other package held a set of healing items, which includes a few Remedies, Full Restores and Revives. There's a note that says ( I hope this would be useful for you and your Pokemon ) - your Secret Santa

Drex examines them with particular care, a smile on his face growing wider as he examines these Evolutionary Stones. While he isn’t sure what their use is, he certainly categorizes them as items he can put into his otherworldly stone collection.

The items, on the other hand, he examines with confusion, massaging his fingers along the sharp shape of the Revives, spritzing the Potions cautiously and even tasting them. They taste pretty good. After he’s done examining them, he examines the note.

Ah. It appears they are for... your Pokemon. 

He certainly hopes he won’t get sick from his folly!

#Is This An Appropriate Answer? | Answered Asks #Anonymous

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Off-Course. | Dulse & Professor Willow [ Winter Event Thread ]

Winter Event Thread | @profwillow

Zossie had had one mission in mind for Dulse that day, uttered in three words that were accentuated by a flick of her wrist and her pointer finger waggling — “Just. Have. Fun!”  The mission... seemed easy enough, but the moment he decided to commit this venture to a mission was, well, when it all fell apart. The issue being — Dulse had... a very hard time having ‘fun’ for most situations; with his mind rewired as it was, he found himself at the beck and call of the next mission Phyco gave to him.

He was a creature of objectives, rules, designations. Being told ‘just have fun’ just... wasn’t good enough. There needed to be a substance to this fun, something that would entail fun. Go to a theme park; go to the mall; watch a movie, but even then, it wasn’t that simple. What would he do at a theme park? What mall would he go to? What movie would he watch? These were never things that Dulse had decided on his own; frankly, the thought of having such an open-ended objective frightened him, especially when it seemed so pointless.

He wasn’t quite sure what ‘fun’ would entail, how he would go about achieving it, and why he was doing it at all. Now, Zossie claimed that it was to better help him acclimate to the Alolan lifestyle of laidback fun for all, but Dulse simply didn’t understand. And after being left on his own with those three little words, he found himself... quite panicked. 

What if he wasn’t able to achieve ‘fun’? What would he do then? Certainly, Dulse was used to open-ended missions; after all, the mission that brought him here to this Earth was simply the mission to ‘quell Necrozma,’ and even then he found himself quite flustered in situations where Zossie did not, when unexpected changes or curveballs were thrown their way. Only in those situations, his emotions swelled into standoffishness and anger — though, he still holds the belief that he was within reason to be so cross.

This, however... he had no excuse. No excuse but to look at the process of ‘having fun’ as seriously as possible. After all, in his state, Zossie was technically his superior — doubled by the agreement of Phyco that he “really did need to live a little bit,” he was at a loss. So if he was going to achieve this fun, he sought to do it in as efficient and accurate of a way as possible. He would not leave empty-handed, with work half-assed just to get it over with. He would do it, and he would do it thoroughly, which only lead to the belief that he would simply... thoroughly enjoy himself.

But that... is where he was wrong.

The more he attempted to find a singular thing that was ‘fun,’ the more he found himself failing his own mission. It was a conundrum, truly. He was supposed to be enjoying himself, but without a specific thing in mind, he found himself researching activities to do around Alola, which ate away at his ‘fun time’ since it was spent doing non-fun things ( at least, as far as he had gathered from Zossie’s disapproving tone ). He was like a child lost at a supermarket, desperately searching for his parent that would be the answer to his questions; like a student giving a speech and constantly having to look to his teacher for reassurance that he was, in fact, doing the right thing. And Zossie would only shake her head with puffy cheeks and he would quickly realize he was doing it all wrong.

He found himself more stressed than enjoyed, which, in turn, made him realize he was failing his mission further, which caused more stress. It was... a rabbit hole he did not expect to go down.

It came to the point where he was overanalyzing every aspect of ‘fun’ so much that Zossie sent him on his way outside of their hotel room, and he was stranded, all by himself, to figure out what it all meant. And boy... was he lost. So he sought to find his answers by means of the locals; after all, that was one aspect of it, wasn’t it? To seek to assimilate with the Alolan people? And what better way to learn what Alolans like than to... simply ask, and follow along with their traditions, and do what they do?

When he’d asked the question “What do you do around here for... ‘fun’?” he’d certainly said it in a different tone that wouldn’t warrant anyone thinking he was snide; perhaps a lost tourist — what, with him dressed head to toe and wearing a scarf in the middle of the Alolan heat — or someone uncultured with Alolan ways ( which, to be fair, was true ). It was here, from some of the few locals within Ula’ula Island, that he found out about an Alolan and Unovan tradition known as... Christmas.

Now, he wasn’t sure of the origins; no matter how much he prodded for research, he couldn’t find why. Well, he could, but it lead to places such as religion and faith — all things that he didn’t dare dabble into due to confusion of the concept of human-based faith as a whole — that ended up with one of these religions saints being bastardized into a fat red man who rides on... flying Sawsbuck, delivering presents to good children with the help of Deliberd in tow, and giving gifts and merriment so long as he is appeased with good behavior and... cookies.

Like he suspected, it was confusing enough to make his nose curl, and apparently his expression was vacant and foggy enough that the woman telling the lore to him realized that he was a goner. But needless to say, he found himself fascinated with how far human imagination can bring them — what, firstly with imagination creating belief, which in turn glorified this Saint Nicholas so much that he became separated from the concept of faith, and therein assimilated with the concepts of... warmth, cookies, mint, family, and gift-giving.

He found it all absolutely... fascinating, but it was not what he ( or Zossie, at least ) would consider fun. However, by the end of his conversation with the Alolan Christmas woman, she introduced him to the concept of sleigh riding, mimicking this grand tale of Santa Claus riding off on his horde of magically-flying Sawsbuck. Except this ride was within the realm of reality, so the Sawsbuck did not fly, and they were imported by a man who lived in Unova. Also there were... only two. The intended plan was for the two Pokemon to hike down a path on Mount Lanakila, starting with one of their tamers at the top, to one of their tamers at the bottom to relieve passengers.

This seemed well and good, and on Dulse’s part ( now appropriately dressed for the snowy weather up high ), he finally believed that something within the ‘seasonally-appropriate cheer’ would be able to warrant some of this ‘fun,’ but his lukewarm excitement was frozen over at the barker and his silly red pointed hat and fake white beard. “Sorry son, you need two people to ride on the sleigh ride!” with an exaggerated waggle of his two fingers in a V.

Dulse wasn’t sure what the necessity was for the costume or look, but nonetheless, he found himself disappointed, ready to start over from square one, or perhaps even dare to call this mission of ‘fun’ a failure. But he found himself in luck... of... sorts, anyway. That same boisterous-voiced ride-owner happened to give a very loud and nasally “Buuuuuuuuut, lucky for you, my good fellow, we have another person here who also didn’t have a ride! So what do you know; you have your sleigh ride partner after all!”

Dulse found himself... hesitant. Perhaps one of his most glaring weaknesses in terms of acclimating to human life in Alola was how painfully unsocial he was — and how little he was used to human interaction, or interaction of any kind, for that matter. But it wasn’t as though he had any option to put a word in edgewise ( him, or the unfortunate other single individual, for that matter ) before the man had both of the smalls of their backs in each hand, and pushed them together into the sleigh vehicle. Luckily for them both, there was plenty of space within it that Dulse was immediately able to scoot himself over to the far side.

The man before him, however, still seemed to be stilted in protest before the Santa impersonator spoke over him in a boomed voice, and had the two Sawsbuck already on their way down their path. With a large wave from the ride-owner, the two were off before even recognizing the situation they were randomly thrust into, and Dulse folded his arms over his chest uncomfortably, only looking edgewise at the man before him. He was dressed for adventure, and bearing silver hair, wrapped up in an overcoat and layers of clothes covering his legs as his breath ghosted out nervously. He wondered briefly what the man’s necessity was for wearing such layers, seeing as how there was no sun in sight to defend himself from. The man looked at his hands as well, not quite meeting Dulse’s eye, or even his direction.

Dulse did not blame him; after all, he was doing quite the same thing.

A few moments into their trek, and it was just the two of them now, far away from the fake-bearded man and the money Dulse had found himself giving him. He felt the need to cut through the silence, in some way, shape or form, so he finally cleared his throat. “I must ask you... are you having... um. Fun?”

#i'm imagining this is way early into dulse's life #before he got back his memories and stuff #Off Course | profwillow

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𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized  -  applicable depending on scenario

• eyes: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other • hair: blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other • body type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight • skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored • gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way • sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other  | doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels | polyamorous

• species: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | fae • education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other • i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

• positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm • negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

• living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other • parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather • sibling(s): sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other • relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

• i have a(n): learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability

• things i’ve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

#Otherworldly | Headcanons #oh drex you're a fucking mess fjsdalkj

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Vestigial. | Dulse & Morty

Plotted Ahead! | @mystiic-seer

Yes, he’d known for a while now that, due to his illness that he’d acquired some months ago, that the lungs living within him were... not his own. Or at least, they were not to start with. However, the nature of how this all came to be was... rather hazy, and frankly, he did not care.

It was already hard enough to come to the understanding that, due to an Earthbound illness, his lungs had stopped functioning at all, forcing his then-new friend Marshal to carry him away to Ultra Space just for treatment. After that point, he realized then that what he had probably needed was a donation, and he had assumed that process was done through ethical means — what reason would he have not to?

His relationship with Marshal had greatly improved since then, and they had come to spend much time with each-other in the beach house they were invited to, eventually finding love between each-other — and yes, Drex couldn’t help but equate some of it to the man’s heroism, but most of all, to his kindness — and for that, he was very grateful, and very fortunate. In an odd turn of events, this man helped him regain his memory. He helped him live.

But it seemed, among the residents who had come to visit there from time to time, there was a particular man who’d taken a fascination with Drex, for reasons he had not yet understood.

He was a quiet man, down to earth in a way that was rather otherworldly; he had an air about him that seemed off... and rather cryptic. At first, Drex had actually been rather cautious of the man, but this first impression of him quickly changed after their very first exchange together.

It had been a day like many other where Drex had finally come to introduce himself to the spirit channeler named Morty, and he’d come to ask the man about his profession, asking him about the idea of ghosts and how that may pertain to Drex — simply put, if ghosts existed, even in Megalopolis. 

As their conversation had continued, abruptly, Drex had encountered an experience he’d never felt before — a ripping pain in his chest that felt not only as though he couldn’t breathe, it was as though he had no lungs to do so. He’d collapsed onto the floor, gasping emptily for air that would not reach him, and soon Morty came to his side and affixed some sort of... tag upon him, and just as soon as he was breathless, he soon gasped with air and life, almost instantaneously.

He was brought inside, given a ritual of protection for reasons he still did not understand why it had to be done, and given a strict schedule to return to Morty for regular checkups of this... spell that Morty had given to him.

Today was one such day. 

Admittedly, after their initial meeting, and the circumstances of such, he couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward around the man. After all, he’d gone from being so jovial to so steely in such a short amount of time, Drex hardly knew what to think of the man — let alone, why he’d done his actions at all.

But as he’d come to visit with Morty, he did not ask immediately. After all, the man still had to say his piece. Perhaps an explanation would come... without Drex needing to speak up first.

He knocked on Morty’s door, his free hand instinctively going to his chest where this spell tag had been laid just beneath his shirt. He only hoped that... whatever was causing this... would have some sort of explanation.

That it would stop. That it would leave him alone.

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                                            I’m not giving up !                          Not on my own life ,        and not on yours either.                                     I’M NOT GIVING UP ON US!

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          Looker has done a lot of things in his lifetime.           Traveling through Ultra Space, however, was not one of them.

          However, here he was.           He stands in front of the proud celestial behemoth that Dulse calls ‘friend,’ staring at his powerful forelegs, into his eyes that are so blue that they almost seem to glow. While Looker has had many encounters with Legendries alike, it felt so surreal to come face to face with one so docile. He was no stranger to Solgaleo, nor was Solgaleo a stranger to Looker. And yet, every instance that Looker happened upon Solgaleo, he had always felt blasphemous for treating him with such a casual air.

          Looker raises a hand to meet Solgaleo’s nose. His fingers tremble; he feels the sheer energy radiating from the lion’s body.

                   ❝  Aha. So – we are truly doing this, Dulse? ❞ Looker speaks aloud, not facing the individual behind him. ❝  And we are certain that it is safe…? ❞

          Of course it’s safe – the scientists employed at Interpol had run many hypothetical tests. Using every amount of technology available to them, and in collaboration with the members of the Ultra Recon Squad, they were finally doing this. Looker and several of his colleagues had pushed for the exploration of Ultra Space. The process, as Looker understood it, would take decades – perhaps even centuries. There was a great chance that the project itself would not be completed within his own lifetime. But Looker was fine with that.

          In any case, Looker felt that it would beneficial to do a little exploration regardless. Knowledge for knowledge’s sake – but perhaps that could also use that knowledge in the off case that something like the Ultra Beast breakout happened once more.

          Nothing was impossible, after all.

                   ❝ No. You do not have to answer me. ❞ Looker says before his friend can interject. ❝ I am aware of the risks, and I have agreed to let whatever happens, happens! C’est le vie, yes? Then let us not dawdle any longer. Let us go! ❞

Well, yes, while it seemed absolutely strange to any normal human being why the purported Sun God would act so casual in a given situation around the individuals who revered him, to Solgaleo, the reasoning was obvious. It was as though to use the following comparison: imagine that a human being somehow stumbled upon an alien world, and by all accounts of the basest level of decent heroism, defeated a foe who would surely cause ruin upon these alien individuals whom you have no connection to.

And then, somehow, they hailed you as a god.

No, to Solgaleo, he was nothing more than an oversized cat with the ability to gait across the cosmos, nothing more, nothing less. Yes, he’d certainly helped more than a few planets on his travels — gone out of his way to assist some, in some cases — but more or less, he enjoyed being hailed as something of an equal, rather than something on a pedestal.

It was why he enjoyed such planets as Megalopolis, and was beginning to greatly appreciate the humans Dulse surrounded himself with. They took the time and effort to understand both him and the celestial lion as nothing more than individuals. As friends. And thusly, he rewarded Looker’s shaky, yet sincere, efforts to treat him as such with loud purring and a lick of his prickly tongue, rubbing his head against him.

Dulse, however, regarded the situation with a sort of neutrality. He smiled briefly as Looker attempted to connect more casually to his powerful friend, but the man’s question could only make him frown. Yes, it’s true, the Ultra Recon Squad had now taken humans into Ultra Space in the past, and they themselves have survived the harsh elements of outer space with use of their space suit, but humans and Megalopolans were not built of the same stuff; as far as Dulse had come to realize, humans are... rather frail. 

It gave him the necessary moment of pause at Looker’s question, enough for him to quickly interject before Dulse had a chance to even answer. Yes, he would ultimately like to assume Looker was safe, outside elements notwithstanding, but with those elements withstanding...? Well, it seemed that Dulse would have to fill in the rest.

His eyes finally cast upwards upon Looker’s enthusiastic, but rather open-ended, remark, and he gave a brief nod. The usually-enthusiastic Looker fit quite well into the Megalopolan space suit, and the likeness in both aura and appearance to Dulse’s own father figure Phyco made it impossible to stifle the smile forming on his face.

“I will take very good care of you, and make sure no harm comes to you. That, I swear.” He assured, placing a hand to his chest and giving a small bow. With that, he beckoned for Looker to follow him onto Solgaleo’s back while the lion was laying down for easier access. Once upon, Solgaleo gave a look back to his humanoid companions to make sure they were tightly secured before he looked forward, emitting a mighty roar that tore a wormhole into Ultra Space, leaping through it with a powerful bound.

Surrounding them now on all sides was the vast expanses of Ultra Space, to which Solgaleo bound forward a few more paces past Ultra Wormholes created by creatures unknown, before coming to a stop and floating idly in the space surrounding them. For miles were many asteroids, as well as colorful planetary systems surrounded by moons and stars twinkling distantly — certainly a sight to behold.

Dulse then looked back to Looker, a small smile on his face. “Whichever destination you wish to go to, we can go — whether it’s one of the surrounding planets here, or we could travel farther, if you’d like. The choice is yours.”

stranger than earth ;

#Stranger Than Earth | n836 #mars i'm so gay for space

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                                          let’s just run off into the stars

                                    forget this world we’ll leave behind

                                          find adventure in another sky

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Marshal felt his skin crawl as Dulse explained the situation that had befallen him. It was one of many that he’d considered when he ran the gambit of terrible things that might have happened to the friend he left behind. Wide eyes scanned over him, but he was surprised to see that Dulse was largely unharmed. Disheveled and frazzled, sure, but physically untouched. He must have gotten away rather quickly–he did seem to be the slippery sort, he noticed. His body was thin but built, like that of a runner’s, with legs that–

What was he thinking about again.

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Honestly, Dulse had been just as distracted as Marshal had been; as the man was stealing glances at him, Dulse was stealing glances back. This had been the first moment he’d gotten a look at him in this casual environment, and he looked wonderful; his outfit complemented him so well — his strong and muscular arms, his hair practically glowed in the neon lights, his lips sparkling with the light makeup he wore, his bright eyes shining in the moonlight —

He had to blink away from the sight of him lest he get starstruck; already, he was blushing, and had to hide that behind his hand cupping the bridge of his nose downwards; he only prayed that Marshal wouldn’t be able to recognize signs of fluster in a Megalopolan.

And while, yes, Dulse was hyper-aware, he wouldn’t exactly say he’d recognized the cues of human courtship — not without some... outside help implying that his simple actions with Marshal... were romantic cues, and thus he projected those feelings onto, well, everyone else.

Marshal’s flustered stammering mirrored Dulse’s own, and yet he could convince himself that it was for another reason entirely. He was fully aware by now that he was a foolish alien that said foolish things that confounded people. Perhaps Marshal was just... thrown off. For reasons other than his own fluster. “Ah, I... I see. I’m sorry to have startled you...” he trailed off modestly. Then he cleared his throat. “So by that standard, which is the most appealing ride to you? Perhaps we can start there.”

Lost in the Big City || Marshal&Dulse

#Lost in the Big City | mixedmarshalarts #gaaaay

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“Ah! Where are my manners? I should’ve introduced myself sooner. My name is Alder!” he beams a brilliant smile that shines bright in the dark bar. “I’m not from Alola, I’m actually from Unova! I’ve spent these last few weeks exploring this region. This is without a doubt one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. It’s going to be pretty hard to leave when the time comes.”

He takes a moment to re-examine the menu. No tea. Awful. Not many other drinks jump out at him. He decides to get the same thing as his newfound friend in an act of solidarity. Cherries and rum sounds like a refreshing combination, maybe he’ll genuinely like the drink!

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Ah... so the man was from a region far and away; truthfully, Dulse had not explored enough of Alola itself, let alone know about the regions elsewhere. He only knew vaguely about his own little spot on the map; he hadn’t even heard of the other regions until now, but it would be telling if he questioned the man about it. Albeit this... Alder was very kind, he wasn’t sure yet if he should trust the man completely with his lack of knowledge.

“Yes, this region is quite beautiful... forgive me; you seemed as though you fit right in.” The man then ordered a drink for the both of them, and the thought of that unnerved him somehow. It meant the man knew what he was drinking, but... Dulse did not. Perhaps he’d use that to take advantage of him? He didn’t speak of his insecurities to the other man, only nodding along as he spoke.

He looked to the hand extended to him, and for a moment, he... didn’t know what to do. Tentatively, he does the same motion, hand grazing against the other’s, but not shaking it up and down, as is customary. He just... kept it there. And then retracted his hand. “My name is... Devin. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Um... what does a Meowth-jito consist of, exactly...? And... what... makes us friends...? We’ve hardly spoken...”

Lightweight. | Dulse & Alder

#Lightweight | vagabond dad