They/Them
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May 14th
Ecruteak City
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Makoto Kurumi
The gentle pat from Tempest Quinn is met with an appreciative smile, Makoto lightly laying their hand over his in a brief, friendly, contact before he stepped back. In truth, they felt notably more comfortable around Tempest and howard slayte both than they did around most other Rockets. The two cared about them, and they felt that care.
But, that didn't mean there wasn't that undercurrent of uncertain anticipation, in being called forth by Howard like this. In being called forth when he was acting as an Admin, rather than a friend. There was something serious here - something that'd have a lasting effect.
And that something came in the form of a pokeball. At first, as it's set on the table, Makoto can't help but stare at it as if it were an active bomb. Erebus. Amor's Deoxys, one that had changed a multitude of hands - given it had been given to him... And now, it was being passed on to them.
They were two beings, whose souls haven't taken a solid shape yet, if Howard's words were to be believed. Two beings who still were figuring out a path...
... Amor's protege. What would it look like, if they tried to live up to that title? Slowly, tentatively, they accepted the pokeball - carefully cradling it in their hands, like a fragile egg. And pressing the button on it, they'd let the pokemon within out - releasing it in a flash of light..!
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... Before them, Erebus hovers; this alien virus, shaped as though it were a pokemon, does not so much as touch the floor. It understands why it is here. It understands what is happening. The two look to one another. A mutual studying - as if looking at one another in a new light, even though they had been acquainted with eachother before.
It is a tentative touch, when Erebus' mind brushes against Makoto's own - as if it is unsure of what to expect in so much as making contact with them. Makoto flinches a little on reflex, unused to this sort of communication - which in turn causes the Deoxys' mental presence to flinch back as well.
But slowly, carefully, they settle into one another - and in this small shared sliver they are able to trust eachother with (the most that they are able to trust eachother with in this moment,) comes a brief consensus. A trading of feelings, a conversation that is felt rather than heard, silently held between them.
And though it is not one held in words, it is one that someone could apply words to, if they tried hard enough.
You're scared of me. Erebus observes, as it draws Makoto's attention to their own feelings, that natural repulsion of the unknown that humans hold. Even if they had been able to observe Erebus at work a handful of times, that doesn't mean they truly understood the alien creature.
So are you. Makoto notes in turn; even if it's to a lesser degree, (either due to it only being as much as Erebus is willing to reveal, or because it truly doesn't hold as much fear,) they are able to feel a similar undercurrent of uncertainty. Of caution.
But..? A prompting. There are other feelings, deeper down, that the Deoxys notes - draws forth, when Makoto tentatively acquiesces that little part of their mind to it.
... But I want to know you. To understand Erebus. To find a common ground. Perhaps they already have, really, in the simple fact that they both found caution in what they didn't immediately understand. In what neither of them truly knew.
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... I think I want to know you, too. Is the eventual response - Makoto's own sentiments repeated back to them, unsure yet genuine. Erebus allowed itself to relax a bit against Makoto's mind. After all, if they both were going to have to work together, they'd have to know each other - right?
Makoto is not sure how much time passes, amidst this silent exchange of information, of acknowledgement, of extended olive branches. It almost feels like a trance, and it's only when the two find this consensus that this trance breaks - them blinking a second and glancing to Temp and Howard both. They exhale softly.
"I... I won't let you down, sir." They finally speak to Howard - paired with the hint of a smile. They weren't sure where things would go between Erebus and them, but... Maybe this was the start of something more, for them.
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