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#anyway eventually the dialga and palkia from crystal's own dimension crack open a different rift to bring her home
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Apropos of absolutely nothing, like, I'm happy with creating a new Legends: Arceus protagonist instead of binding myself to any of my many previously created characters, but I definitely missed out on an opportunity by not forcing my Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time protagonist, Crystal, across dimensions and back into a human body to save another world.
She's perfect for the job. She's dedicated her life to helping others and exploring the unknown. She has an intimate understanding of Pokemon and their behaviors. She's been up close and personal with space-time weirdness. Her wilderness survival skills are top tier. She'll help calm the nobles. She'll help build Jubilife from the ground up.
She's so goddamn weird. She can still talk to Pokemon. She cannot actually remember have ever seen a human being before. She has visions of the future spurred by the power of friendship. She's surprised to have thumbs again. She doesn't know what a Pokeball or an apricorn is. She will personally participate in battles by throwing rocks and twigs at the opposing Pokemon. She keeps referring to strange things like "wonder orbs" and "time gears". She hears from Professor Laventon about a mysterious Pokemon he saw in the waters off the coast and she says "oh, that sounds like my son" and does not elaborate.
She's driven by love and righteous rage. She wants to help. She wants to go home. She writes a Pokedex entry for Mudkip in the first person. The first time she spot a Turtwig in the wild, a suffocating wave of homesickness crashes over her.
She blasphemes directly to Adaman and Iridia by claiming to know the nature of the Almighty Sinnoh and that they're both right and both wrong. She tells Kamado that her best friends have always been Pokemon. She sympathizes with Ingo about what it's like to not know yourself; they've both forgotten too much to even know what else they have in common.
Is she a prophet? A witch? A harbinger of the end? The sky turns red and casts the land in its shadow and all she can think is that at least it isn't gray, at least she can still feel the wind on her face. She's been here before. Dialga's form is different but its mad rage is familiar and the light of the sky glints orange off of the lightest colors on its body. She's done this before.
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