The narrowing of her eyes at him was not missed, but there was a pattern going on in Rocket right now, and he wanted his bases covered at the very least.

"Well I was wondering, I know we have a full set of those Alphabet guys hanging around....Would you be interested in ripping open a hole in reality? Or failing that attempting to reach Dialga, or Palkia using them?" Amor just lay it all out there in the open, his robotic voice hosting no emotion as he spoke to her. "Of course if you say no, that's fine I get that this is rather far fetched. I just blew up part of a route not that long ago with Makoto Kurumi testing another way to try, and get into contact with Dialga. It of course failed...." It was frustrating to be met with failure so often, but until he was either accepted or rejected, Amor would continue to chase the deity of his homeland.

"And if we fail, it at least will be fun." After all if work wasn't fun, then was it worth doing?

Naomi Sato

When she said it out so plainly in that way it almost made him sound insane, but if you took into account all of his other experiments perhaps that wasn't entirely off the mark. You couldn't be all there in the head if you were literally trying to walk up to God's front door, and knock on it. Amor could flail, and flop on his own all he wanted, but it was getting to the point that he was running out of ideas, collaboration was necessary. He just hoped that the universe didn't yoink this one from him either. So when she vanished to go get the Unown he did his best to mentally recite everything she had just told him.

They could open portals, but she had no idea if they could locate a specific pokemon, or legendary. They were the Dark Triads main mode of transportation which was something he didn't know until right now. So he leaned against the nearby counter, and observed her workspace, to the outside observer he would probably look just like a set piece. While she was gone he mulled over everything that had brought him to this point, maybe if this time didn't work, he would just have to stop searching. A being as powerful as Dialga, and Palkia they would be found if they wanted to be found.

Still he had to try at the very least, it was better than being idle, and doing nothing.

"It is a good lab." came the emotionless, and robotic words as he gazed out over her area. She seemed to at least enjoy research as much as he did, if not more. Part of him wondered what drove her to work with Rocket, and why she researched for them. If she was brilliant enough to become Head Scientist then she must've had other prospect first right?

"Curious." He thought to himself.

Naomi Sato

He listened to her warning drinking in every word that she spoke to him. After all he had no idea about how any of this may work, no clue if it would even work. What he did know was that he wanted to try at the very least. The ability to warp the fabric of reality was a bit disconcerting.

"So they are like djinn from fairy tales....The wish you make is almost like a monkey's paw if you're selfish." So now he was going to have play a game of words against the literal eyes, and ears of God. Internally he sighed, this was going to be far more complicated than he had anticipated. However he had to at the very least give it a shot, because if he didn't then he would never forgive himself. "Then I will word my desire as carefully as I can so that we are the only two affected. You are correct if the whole submarine got warped to where ever, the higher ups might get a bit upset." Not to mention that would probably get a few people injured.

"Any questions?" came her last sentence.

"I think I understand it, as much as any can understand it at least. I will do my best to not get us killed at the very least. Makoto Kurumi would be mad at me if I suddenly died after telling them to not disappear on me." It was an amusing thought an ironic one as well. Telling someone to not vanish, only to vanish yourself. "I am ready when you are Miss Sato...." The man in cybernetic armor assured her.

Naomi Sato

TLDR
Next post....THE FUN BEGINS!

Now he had to think hard about how he wanted to word this question....He began to wrack his brain for the proper wording, but he realized that if he overcomplicated it, that would potentially just give them more leeway in order to mess with his request. It would be even worse since he wasn't technically their master either....So he closed his eyes, and the distorted, robotic voice, began to speak.

"Take myself, and Naomi to what I desire the most...." At least this way it would only be him affected should things go awry, and he wouldn't have to worry about the rest of the sub. After all what he desired the most was Dialga, right? That power was something that he has sought after for literal years....Now that it existed physically in this realm he was one step closer to getting it. This was so far his best shot at getting to the Dragon, if it failed then he wouldn't have necessarily lost anything.

That is the lie that he had tricked himself into believing all this time, ever since he was a boy. That he wanted the Dragon of Times power, that he wanted to use it to bring back everything that was stolen from him. Amor believed that he wanted Dialga, but while he could deceive himself, and everyone else around him. His heart would not be lied too....The Unown were the eyes, and ears of God....They saw everything, and layer by layer they peeled away mask after mask of the man in front of them. The truth in his heart would not be swayed, or bent. They could feel the conviction of his truest desire, and so they made it manifest.

They began to glow, however it wasn't the letters that spelled out D.I.A.L.G.A. that began to glow. Though before Nomi, and Amor would see that, they would find themselves no longer on the submarine.

Instead they were in a large yard, it almost looked like a wild garden with how everything was overgrown. There were plants of all kinds around them, and a rusted metal gate that blocked out intruders. In front of them was a large mansion, grandiose in it's design, but it was dilapidated, burned, and had several large holes in its walls from a battle fought long ago. Naomi Sato wouldn't know where they were, but Amor did....

Ironically enough there was a large marble statue of Dialga in the center of this garden....A monkey's paw, just as he had predicted, but his heart began to ache. Thankfully his helmet, and suit hid his body language for now.

"It would seem that I was not careful enough...." Came the distorted, and robotic voice. Thankfully it hid the tremor in his words.

For better or worse, the Unown had brought them to Adamas Manor....They were in Sinnoh, and this was the childhood home of Amor Alexandrus Draco el Nero Adamas....

Naomi Sato

"Where are we?"

"Is this place...important to you?"

He flinched away instinctively from her hand. His heart was racing, the blood was thrumming in his veins, and he could hear his own heartbeat. Everything was so loud all of a sudden, his breathing became erratic, and loud enough that she would hear it through his changer. Stubbornness, his first defense the first mask that he wore. Defiant to the last, the pity that others had looked at him with. That tone in her voice sent him reeling back to that place, and he placed a hand on a pokeball on his belt. Draco wasn't with him, he had told his Dragonite to rest.

That was stupid of him.

He needed Draco here, to protect him from everything.

"It doesn't matter....what this place is to me...." Stubbornness, his voice was shaky as he tried to calm himself down. Closing his eyes, and shaking his head. "Telling you won't get me closer to my goal....No offense Ms. Sato had I know this would happen....I wouldn't have visited you today." Defiant to the last, the walls came right up almost naturally. She had an answer somewhat. "We're not in Hoenn, I'll tell you that." They were going to be stuck together for a while, and so he tapped the side of his helm, and it retracted.

Letting his long silvery hair fall, and his natural voice roam out now that he was composed once again.

"Welcome to Sinnoh." He gave her a wry smile before turning his gaze back to the ruined garden. Flashes of memory played out in front of him, and even if he didn't want to answer her.

The Unown had torn his walls down, the suddenness of where they were had put him off kilter. Suddenly the garden was restored, it was pristine. Filled with flowers of all colors, they were tended to with great care, and love. The laughter of a child could be heard, and if they followed it. They would see a young boy with silvery hair, next to a woman with hair the color of the finest gold. A female Dragonite was beside her, and there was a Dratini next to the boy.

"Amor you have to be gentle with the flowers. You could hurt them if you're not careful, and then they won't grow to be beautiful. Then no one can appreciate them. So try again, this time with a gentler touch." The woman spoke in a rich Kalosian accent.

"But Mom, why do I have to do this? I should be training with father to become strong, how is this going to help me?" The young boy questioned her.

"Because in order to understand strength, you have to first know weakness. These flowers are very weak, and they rely on us to protect them, and nurture them so they can see their full potential. Strength should only ever be used to nurture, and protect." She said before giving him a pat on the head.

This caused the young boy to puff out his cheeks, and run his fingers through his hair, but he was far more delicate with the next flowers that he plucked. So he held it high in the air triumphantly.

"Ha Draco did you see that! We can do this easy!" He boasted puffing out his little chest, and the Dratini let out a high pitched sound in agreement.

The golden haired woman just smiled in amusement, and then the scene vanished, and the garden was in ruins once more.

Naomi Sato

There was a tightening of his jaw as he listened to her speak of her own loss, part of him wanted to lash out at her, and the Unown. He didn't like being exposed like this, he hated feeling so vulnerable, it was something he preferred to never do, and yet his secrets were being pried out of him one by one no matter how desperately he clung to them.

"I appreciate your sympathy....But...." He wanted to say so many things, he wanted to get defensive to rage against this pity. "Do not pity me...." Keeping his voice level with all the emotions raging in his mind was a harsh task, but he managed. It was obvious for someone with her observation that he was shaken up by all of this. It was almost as bad as Lulu Flint getting the glimpse into this that she did.

Weakness wasn't something he enjoyed showing, but it didn't matter now as they approached the manor, and he frowned as they came to the front. Feelings, memories came rushing to the forefront of his being, but this was not like the last one. The Unown manifested his psyche once more, and before them was a raging inferno, the entire building engulfed in flames as a numerous fire types encircled the skies, and ignited it. The sun was gone in this distant memory, and it felt so real, his skin remembered the heat of the flames.

"To answer your question....It's a mercy...." He stated to her his tone devoid of whatever emotions he was currently feeling, as he stared at the flames once more. "I don't think anyone should have to watch their loved ones die...." The sounds of a battle could be heard from within the manor, but Amor didn't move to open the door, and instead there was a window crashing.

If she turned she would see an elderly looking gentleman landing on the ground with cat like grace, a Machamp by his side. Over his shoulder like a potatoe sack was a young boy with silvery hair kicking, and screaming. A Dratini beside them with claw marks, and burns on it, and the group began to make their way away from the manor.

"LET ME GO BACK! I CAN FIGHT WITH THEM WALTER! I'M STRONG NOW!" He roared at the elderly man, who didn't listen despite the tearful cries. "I'M NOT WEAK ANYMORE!" He roared, and continued to try, and fight to get out of the mans grip, but it was to no avail, and soon they vanished along with this memory.

"Annoying...." He murmured to himself.

Naomi Sato