Razz was greatful that Selena Desmarais had informed him of this. Due to him not being very social things like this didn't always get near his radar. So despite his injuries he's taken recently, neither they or the sign up front was going to stop him from entering. The place was a little odd but so were the people, but if he recalled correctly from their 'date' chryssa glasgow herself was a weird one.

With him Razz had a note book as he wrote any information of what people were giving, his time as his father's assistant coming of use for once:

Straw Hat (John Sullivan ): Neon Green; 'And Space Set Free'
Patrick (Cillian Quinn ): 'Three beings were born' | history??
Kazimir Wynter : Red; 'Two beings of time' | Dialga??
Remiel Calcifet : Blue; | creation trio

ours: Dark bluish-gray; Its shards became this plate

That was when Selena Desmarais gives information of theirs, but not of what he's been jogging down but rather location. Razz was hoping to keep silent, but he supposed if they were going to get anything things should be said.

"Based on what's been shown so far, all these Plates have a distinct color and engraving," he speaks up, looking down as he rather not see strangers looking at him, "I don't know much about the Creation Trio, but if we want to know just how many of these there are and piece together what they say we could all share it. I have written down what's been said so far, but if any of us want to piece if together fully if the rest of you can share your color and engravement.... umm... please," he makes sure to add at the end. His tone of voice very much showed he wasn't used to speaking with a group. "After it's all written any one who wants a copy I can send you a photo of the notes"

But as he looked toward a few of the people who haven't said their information such as FERNANDO SILPH , chryssa glasgow , Stormy Silph and mclaren mcflurry to see if they'd be more willing.

Though he does not visibly react at mention of Dialga, Gavin's attention sharpens toward Kazimir Wynter. Dialga was one of the legends outside of Galar and Hoenn that Gavin had some knowledge of, solely due to its alleged steel-typing. He sought mastery over steel and shadow, yet such a title could not be earned without study of their pinnacles.

He says nothing, electing to listen.

He does, however, let out a soft huff of laughter as Remiel Calcifet steps from a shadowy portal. How dramatic. Should they catch one another's eye, he'd offer his fellow Rocket a curt nod, but no words of greeting were spoken.

Like Razz, he takes his own notes. They are recorded by the Rotom nestled in his phone... until the phone screen suddenly turns dark and the light on Rotom's ever-empty pokeball blinks on. Fainted. At his belt, a Klefki similarly slumbers.

"Sinnoh's legends are not the only ones." His deep voice carries the sharpness of irritation; he did not appreciate such trickery. His narrowed gaze rests on chryssa glasgow. "These plates were found in the bowels of Hoennian earth."

"Sinnoh doctrine says sixteen. The Kalos says seventeen, to make up for the conviction of fae. You might be one short, Chryssa." He tapped his chin with his phone, idly playing with it as he did. "Also you're fucking crazy. Love it. Keep it up." Snorting, Chu-e sat back after speaking up. He hadn't noticed the... weirdness. But none of his own pokemon had so been pit of their balls.

"So, like, we going to form some religious club?" He clicked his tongue, grinning. But he was taking thos more seriously than he was acting. Chu-e had been raised in Sinnoh, too. Had attended all the services at the small church in town, did the Plate Painting Ceremony, kissed the knuckles of the priests. It was familiar if distant in memory.

But while Chu-e was talking to chryssa glasgow, any familiar faces like Cillian Quinn or Remiel Calcifet were ignored as strangers. And for the most part, many of the people here Chu-e didn't know.

She does not respond anymore but she acknowledges FERNANDO SILPH's silence with a nod. Instead, she takes time to look at each of the people's faces and mentally notes the information she's getting from them.

It is then that she notices other characters including Elite Four member Stormy Silph and a few good acquiantances like Kazimir Wynter, who has taken her gym challenge months ago, and skyler dross.

chryssa glasgow takes the time to summate all their inquiry while she presents to them a holy artifact and uses as an aid to explain the Creation Myth which they eventually try to disprove.

“It's too early to conclude anything about it.”

Selena speaks from the back, stands up and leaves the councilor on his pew to join the rest.

“These plates may be cut the way it is so that it's impossible to derive what is its intended meaning. And I suppose we haven't found all of the plates yet.”

Like her companion Raziel Beckett, Selena is already jotting down on her notepad similar to what the ranger has already written. However, there are other words scribbled on the edge of the paper—names of which who hasn't yet shared anything.

And a gibberish of a name (Chu-e Choi) who she tries to recall inside her head, for the last time she knew that person to be long dead.

SOCIAL

#Chu-e Choi

"Tough crowd." He said after a moment, finding it hard to maintain bravado in the face of chryssa glasgow's uncharacteristic languidness.

He had only come here hoping some back and forth would make him less miserable- but it seemed the game would be on hold tonight.

He tipped his hat, hiding his expression beneath a deep, cast shadow.

"Understood." He said, before the doors were summarily torn off their hinges, Zac Ramsay's bombastic arrival far outshining his own.

The youth flinched as the man all but shouted his name (and Chryssa's, curiously), tipping his hat at the man in response.

"Zac." He said, and not much else.

How had he been? He preferred not thinking about it.

Luckily, there was not much of a silence following his words. Two men whom he had never seen joined them only a step behind Zac. All business, no pleasantries, not even a name- and they had been eavesdropping, if the answer he was given was anything to go by.

"That so?" He said from under his hat. He didn't know much about theology or history outside of Kanto- he had only gotten two lessons on such subjects, and it had been quite a while since he had seen cait alfric-, so he couldn't agree or disagree with the man.

Another one joined them soon after. Yet another person he had never met, a tall, muscular blonde, apparently acquainted with Zac. He was quick to join in and offer his own piece on the subject.

'Two beings of time.' Time, time... He knew of Celebi, being raised so near to Johto, and having spoken to Cait. And he knew a bit of Dialga; mostly on a distant, pop culture level.

Those two, then?

No. 'Three beings were born.'

Dialga came in a pair with Palkia, he knew that much. So who was the third? Arceus? That didn't seem right. Even a Kantonian Bumpkin like him knew him as the 'supposed' creator...

His thoughts are cut off by Ki's arrival. The man doesn't even say hi at him- and Doug can only smirk at that. He can't even blame him, after the restaurant tab.

It seems as if Chryssa and Zac know just about everybody.

The next one to make his appearance is a completely unremarkable person wearing extremely stylish glasses. There was absolutely no reason whatsoever for the fact that Doug was waving at the man.

None at all.

And then there was Ms. Stormy.

Ignored again, but that was fine. Right, Dialga. Back on track-

Or the literal Galarian Ambassador and his Rock band can just walk in through a literal portal of Darkness, that works too.

His body temperature seemed to drop as Andy Blackadder exited the portal along with angelo vestri and skyler dross, the youth nodding at him with a smile.

Doug gave a well practiced stephord smile and a tip of the hat in return, even as his feet seemed to set on automatic retreat. It was a pity, but he couldn't even give Angelo a proper, club member greeting in response.

He had come here with hopes of forgetting about the Desert.

The words of the scarred young man went mostly unheard by the disturbed youth, his feet carrying him backwards until his butt came to rest upon the stairs leading to the Altar.

It was at around this time that Chryssa took the center stage. His attention was pulled to her, if only in the vain hope that her theatrics would distract him from unwanted thoughts.

It kind of worked.

A creation trio.

Dialga, Lord of time.

Palkia, lord of space.

Giratina, the renegade.

'Three beings were born.'

Dialga... and Palkia...

'Two beings of time...'

Chryssa suggested the writings might have had contradictions amongst them, but another suggested something else.

'And space set free.'

"... Huh. Dunno about that, Pink Miss. Red and Green actually fit together pretty well." Ironic, given color wheels and all.

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TAG: Selena Desmarais