The Galarian
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May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.
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Ultra Deep Sea: HTN #1
POSTED ON May 1, 2024 1:22:00 GMT
As Navy's successor protested, Howard held out a frost-tipped finger, silencing her.
"This Pokémon was built to fell a god. Or, at least, to keep Eternatus from destroying Hoenn." He does not use a nickname or pronoun. To give Eternatus such an air of authority was to ascend it even further into the realm of divinity. Howard was a historian. He did not mystify. He illuminated. "But..."
Its pattern beeped so far above, a distant constellation accompanied by Wishing Stars shining in the darkness. Its mechanical shrieks were low and baritone.
"...I've seen what happens without a Dynamax Band. It kills Pokémon. Eternatus's existence is toxic. Galar burned when Eternatus moved. When Regice reverts, it'll die." He let out a hollow laugh. Lifeless. The realization that the most valuable piece of history Howard ever owned was about to destroy itself. "Regice will-"
The massive Wishing Star burned with a scarlet fervor. The gem of a god. A core from which dreams were made manifest. In a simulated world, something like it had been the beating heart of Regirock.
⠁⠎⠉⠑⠝⠙. Regice reached for its heart. Its pattern blinked yellow and red as its arm reached up higher and higher in an attempt to grasp at the Wishing Star. To incorporate. To unify. To reunite. The six months that the golem had spent without a Power Spot had been a lonely one, and yet it was so close to unification.
Yet as it began to pry at the star, the Dynergy began to dissipate, just like it had with Josh Devlin's Rime in New Mauville.
"It's over. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Walsh is gonna kill me. Cillian, Elisabeth, and Theo are gonna murder me for this." Despite that, he could not look away as Regice's ice ended. Tsubaki, Navy's Pokemon, and Howard bore witness to the death of a defender. The golem began to shrink. "FUCK!"
The Dynamax ended. The Ultra Deep Sea stopped freezing.
Regice stood still, unmoving. Instead of collapsing or shattering, its pattern reignited as it turned on.
⠓⠑⠇⠇⠕. It looked from Howard to Tsubaki, recognizing the latent power of her Power Spot.
"What? You're not dead?" For an agonizing second, Howard expected Regice to kick the bucket and die. A second became two, then three, then ten. Regice still moved, perfectly functional. The admin remembered to breathe. "You're not dead! Navy, it's not--!"
The sheriff's body was slumped over, unconscious. Right. Howard had forgotten about that.
"Oh, right."
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