Incense sticks and their smoke wafted through the air of more private chambers as Judicael sat his dice before himself. Each of the three sages had a special talent told through divination -- their choices greatly differed and seemed to reflect their respective deities. As a disciple who dedicated himself to Giratina, it was only natural that astrology dice were his chosen form of communication with their God. His Murkrow sat on a perch behind him and let out a caw. It seemed that his guest had arrived.

A young boy, likely no older than ten, had been the one to answer Naomi's arrival. He already knew where he needed to bring this guest, and as he lead down the corridors, he remained silent. (They were warned not to talk with outsiders until one of the three sages gave them a proper interview.) As Judicael heard the young boy knock at the door to announce their arrival, he cleared his throat.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open and revealed the dim, candlelit room as Judicael himself sat in the center of it behind a low table. Legs neatly folded as he held his hand up to greet the young boy, fingers pressed together to symbolize more of a salute than a wave.

"I thank you for your guidance, Brother Elijah," he offered with a graceful smile. "You must be Miss Sato? I must admit I'm touched that you chose to seek audience with me."

His hand lowered to gesture gently to the cushion on the opposite side of the table, an offer for her to take a seat. Whether she was bold enough to cross the threshold and take her seat in the devil's lair was unimportant to him as he poured the three dice from the velvet bag he kept them in, and gave them a roll. His gaze fell upon them with intrigue as he took in what lay before him: 11th House, Capricorn, Pluto.

Judicael bit his bottom lip as he allowed the roll of the dice to speak to him. A breath in to clear his mind, and a breath out to relax his body.

"Questions weigh heavy on you, but not concerning merely yourself. You're looking at a bigger picture with these questions and anxieties. People around you -- no, it's a bigger scale than that, I'm seeing here."

A hum of uncertainty before he chose to meet her eyes.

"Tell me, Miss Sato, what is it that you're so afraid of that you seek holy guidance?"

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The faint smile that never left his lips hung on. It ghosted his features in a way that mirrored his amusement in her question. A scientist, she proclaimed. It felt like sacrilege to admit the secrets that he kept to himself and his followers. Just how did he survive? Judicael folded his hands carefully and closed his eyes as the question continued to linger in the air. A flash of teeth showed that he was ready to speak on the matter.

"It's simple. Time doesn't exist in such a place. So the few minutes I was in there translated to days in this realm. It felt like nothing more than a dream."

His glance left Naomi to meet that of the Unown-N she had brought along. His eyes widened for a split second as surprise overwhelmed him. Judicael remained quick to recollect himself as he finally acknowledged the abnormal pokemon within the room. He knew very little of the Unown, but he'd grown familiar with their presence within his time lost in Space-Time. It felt so strange to see one of them in Hoenn like this.

"Your friend there," he began as a clawed finger extended to point at the Unown-N. "There were plenty of its kind in there. Is it safe to assume you've peered into the realm as well?"

An innocent question. Despite how innocent it seemed, Judicael seemed elated. His excitement bubbled in a way that caused him to nearly lean across the table. But as always, he composed himself as his eyes twinkled with amusement at the Unown. A smile bubbled past his lips as Judicael finally glanced back to Naomi and spoke in such a cavalier fashion to her.

"Do you plan to find each and every one of them? Perhaps they can tell you more than I can even hope to. I'm merely a vessel meant to share the calamities that await this world. How it's going to be swallowed whole."

Amusement left his features as quick as it came with his following statement. Almost like some sort of switch had been flipped in his psyche. The way he spoke seemed so dissonant, as though he'd been disconnected from his own body. His expression contorted into something incredulous, doubtful, and perhaps even one that expressed how futile the efforts would be.

"Do you plan to find a way to stop it? Is that why you're here? Because I'll save you the time and admit I have no answers for that."

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