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He’s growing tired. There are no injuries. No obvious ones, at least, but the constant use of his abilities is starting to take a toll on him. He knows this. It had been expected, for he understands his own limits. This is why as he rests leaning against one of the cemetery's great monuments, it’s his Hatterene that he releases.
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”Heal.”
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Both me and yourself. A restorative, refreshing, and reinvigorating HEAL PULSE courses through his body, yet before he’s even allowed one full minute to appreciate the sensation, the whispers rise from within him with a single entry being clearly displayed in his mind:



The Unown Report. His Unown, calling to him. Mars has never ignored their whispers and warnings before, and it’s not today that he will begin to do so.



‘Observe’ what, exactly? Behind the mask, his gaze wanders towards the primal point, and it’s then that it begins:



”...Father Winter..” There’s venom and loathing in the way the word is spoken, enhanced by the sight of the legend he recognizes from his time in the Cloud. Palkia’s original form. That’s how they’re controlling it. That’s how they plan to put an end to this universe. Sick fucks. Are they doing the same to Dialga?
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In place of his Hatterene, the Unown-? is called to his side.



”I know. This is personal.” The underboss takes a deep breath, and right there and then, something changes. As if the world itself were as digital as the Cloud had been, the space by his side glitches. Miniscule, almost unnoticeable, the coding of Unown appears, forming something much different from the Architect's usual constructs: a copy of himself, perfect down to the mask and clothes he’s wearing.
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”Take the primal crystal and bring it to me.” He commands, and as its master commands, the clone does, venturing towards the primal point while chaotic forces overtake the summit of the mountain.
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Standing out of the way of the ever-increasing turmoil of attacks, the masked man makes his presence known, addressing the Drk Triad member as so many others have before:
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”WINTER. You’ll die here.” He declares, joining in on what is apparently a shared sentiment. ”Heads. I’ll indulge one last gamble. I’ll take your Unown now.”
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Win or lose, it does not matter. Mars is not a man who leaves things to chance.
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From above, it’s with its HIDDEN POWER that his own DISGUISED Unown suddenly attacks their target: Father Winter’s Unown-D.
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Revenge as he may want, he also has answers he seeks and that Unown may be able to provide them for him.



The Unown continue to whisper. Dozen upon dozen of Unown Report entries appear in his headed, embedded into his psyche. They all blend together.
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MASK / DISGUISE

[break]+ Mars HEALS himself and Hatterene
[break]+ Mars' Unown start to act up when Father Winter and Palkia appears
[break]+ Remembers having seen this Palkia in the Cloud
[break]+ Hatterene in, Unown-? out.
[break]+ Mars CLONES HIMSELF with his avatar powers and tells the clone to retrieve the primal crystal and bring it to him, since Mars sure isn't jumping in the middle of all these z-moves and stuff
[break]+ Calls to Father Winter, says he'll indulge one last gamble (HEADS) but will take his Unown-D anyway
[break]+ UNOWN-? USES HIDDEN POWER ON UNOWN-D
[break]+ Unown Report entries going crazy in Mars' head WHAT ELSE IS NEW
[break]+ ONE salac used