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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:53 am
Xero reappeared over his usual spot on the coast. A reoccurring place when in this state. He carefully lowered himself to the beach close enough to the water so that the waves licked the tips of his toes. The black aura begun to fade away. With each passing wave Xero regained little more of his consciousness and mind all the while realizing how very tired he suddenly was. He struggled to keep a good posture while simultaneously trying to keep his breathing from becoming too heavy.
What had happened? The last he could remember was the insolent imbecile of a mew pointing out that he was a murderous beast. Than nothing but red... than black.
He looked at the back of his hand, which he suddenly realized its throbbing, than begun to rub the strange scar with his other hand. Something had happened... why couldn't he feel Prisca before? He looked up at the sky as if expecting to see her there.
"....." Xero drew a long breath before looking back at his hand. Just a little rest and he could make check on her. He felt so drained, it was likely he could drop out of the sky from exhaustion if he tried to fly to her... or end up somewhere else if he teleported. He also did not wish Prisca to see him in this state. There was no doubt in his mind he looked haggard.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:18 pm
Following behind had been an easy task. In this state of his, she had kept her aura well hidden from his detection. Unpredictable creatures, these Mewtwo could be. And she wasn't a little Krabby, following behind him. She was another Legend. So old, she could no longer remember. Ancient power wafted off her, like steam from a freshly baked pie. Not as powerful as he or the Pokemon Gods like Dialga. But powerful nonetheless. She was no stranger to the nature of this creature before her. Having witnessed it from the Genesect and other Mewtwo she had seen in the past. Other Mewtwo that hadn't been him, nor his lady friend. Definitely not his lady friend. She felt so weak, it was a disgrace to Legends all over.
Peering around a tree at him, Hera's twin tails flicked behind her as she debated how to go about this. Delicacy would be the key. Don't startle him. Don't threaten him. Before approaching, she choose to let her aura mask down, so he might feel her before he saw her. Unlike others, her aura, though feeling powerful, would not be threatening. She was an Uxie, after all. Her kind kept to themselves, hidden in their various caves. She had no more a desire to fight him than his lady friend, to be perfectly honest. She just hoped he felt that enough from her aura. Or that he was too tired to fight her, if he was itching for one.
Floating into the air, she came to rest a safe distance from him, appearing like she was merely taking a stroll along the beach. Her yellow eyes flicked to him, not keeping the fact she knew he was there all along from her eyes. She was a Psychic. An old one. She could feel his presence easily long before she saw him.
"Hello," she called out cheerfully, one blue tail curled around her feet so the red jewel shone. "I don't mean to intrude, but do you need some help?" To that, she fully expected him to refuse or just not answer. But it was a start.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 1:36 am
Xero's body tensed at the sudden feeling of another's presence. With great strain he worked to correct his posture and mask his heavy breathing so his appearance would not seem drained. However, his eyes threatened to give that away. Blue bolts jumped from his fingertips as he slowly turned about face to fully face this new being.
His tired eyes narrowed on the Uxie. Not one he was familiar with in person or legend. At least, not by much.
"I need none." He spoke flatly in response.
His tail drooped from its usual proud arch behind his back as he continued to struggle keeping perfect posture. Xero could already feel his shoulders starting to slump forward and his head felt as if it were weighted. Hopefully this newcomer would be on her way without any second inquiries.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 10:43 am
On the inside, Hera frowned. She knew that wouldn't work. All these Legends were far too proud of themselves, including her. Showing weakness was one of the most horrible things they could do. You were a deity among Pokemon. You had to show strength at all times. Even when you wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up underneath five blankets.
The Uxie kept her distance, keeping her eyes closely locked on the Mewtwo for signs of an attack. She wasn't in the mood for a fight. She could take him, certainly. But she wasn't in the mood.
"But I was sent by..." What the devil was the woman's name? "Your lady friend," she settled for without much of a hesitation to give her lie away. Quick thinking. The advantage of a Pokemon of Knowledge. "She's too busy working at home and asked me to find you when she felt your aura." That was believable.
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