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Legends Among Us (Pokemon RP) (closed)

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Legends Among Us (Pokemon RP) (closed)

Tantalus

Light streamed in the hotel window, through the very elaborately designed curtains. Grumbling slightly, a figure rolled over, vanishing underneath the covers. The little Mawile, curled up on the end of the bed, stirred slightly and opened her eyes. Rising, she wandered over to the lump in the bed and crashed against it with a muffled thump.

Her voice low, Apate reached out telepathically to her companion. You know, if you don’t move soon, the breakfast orders will be finished. The man groaned, loud enough to be heard from under the duvet, curling himself up into a ball. He needed to know, but didn’t want the answer.

Tell me straight. He gulped. How bad was it?

The Mawile took a deep breath. Well, you went slightly insane for one reason or another, scared everyone half to death, before passing out, waking back up and threatening to kill everything you laid eyes on, after being drained by the embodiment of death and being delivered a fiery ultimatum by Rebeca. She had rattled off the entire spiel without pausing for air, not really wanting to relive the events.

She most certainly wasn’t alone there. Tantalus clenched his hands, tightly, rage and fear colliding within. Xerneas didn’t seem to be pestering him for now, but for how long would that last? What caused him to waken in the first place? A flashback to what Rebecca had said last night raced through his mind.

And how does this end?

Shuddering, he decided that dwelling on the past wouldn’t help. In fact, it might result in him missing breakfast, which would have serious repercussions. Throwing the duvet off of him, causing Apate to roll of the bed in the heap of linen, Tantalus began to get ready for the day. Stretching, it became apparent that every single muscle was burning, likely due to exhaustion. His body wasn’t able to recover fully after the immense use of power it exerted last night until it took in enough nutrients to replace that which was lost. Translation, he would need a massive breakfast, and the thought alone brought forth a scowl.

A long soak in a hot shower had served to ward off the memories from last night, allowing him to focus on the day ahead. Dressing swiftly into a spare set of clothes - consisting of a dark blue shirt, black cardigan, and dark gray casual suit - and gesturing for his Mawile to follow, the two made their way down to the main lobby. While fumbling around, attempting to acquire bearings on the location of breakfast, Tantalus caught sight of familiarly pink hair near the reception desk. It would seem Seras Bancroft was also present, and it was possible she hadn’t heard of last night, and wouldn’t instantly distrust him. One could hope.

Approaching the woman, who appeared to be discussing breakfast arrangements with the hotel staff, a heartfelt smile flashed across Tantalus’s face. “My dear Miss Bancroft. It is a pleasure to see you again, on this fine morning. I trust you slept well?”

Upon noticing it was him, Seras’s stance seemed to shift a little, looking a tad less guarded. This was highlighted by the fact she graciously returned his smile.

“Wonderfully, in fact. Our hosts have been incredibly generous - you don’t often get the chance can enjoy a served breakfast in a five-star hotel.”

After few beats passed, she relaxed a little more and continued. “And it’s far too early to worry about formalities, although I appreciate your kindness nonetheless - just ‘Seras’ would be preferable.”

A surprise, indeed, from someone so collected. The woman gave off the air of a noble, and at the same time had a much more grounded feel. “Not at all. It is force of habit, on my part. I find it is always better to be formal unnecessarily, than to discover it was needed in hindsight, and so, I always hedge my bets. A conversation without underlying politics, however, would be more than welcomed.”

Appearing to age several years, she gave a weary smile, one that showed just what toll last night’s carousing had taken. “Agreed. Your manners are impeccable, but we needn’t duck and weave our way through our conversation.” Waving a hand, she aimed a gesture at the door down a nearby hall. “Care to join me for breakfast?”

While about to respond on instinct, he paused. A nice conversation over breakfast would be wonderful, but then his order was going to be strange enough to warrant quite a level of attention. Then again, Seras had just asked to set aside manners, being incredibly frank about the lack of formality this particular situation called for. Would she really mind, all that much? Tantalus smiled once more, the decision made.

“That would be lovely.”

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Seras

Seras beamed gratefully at Tantalus. Finally, an opportunity for a proper meal. As enjoyable as yesterday’s dinner had been - briefly - arguments and petty dominance contests were all but unavoidable whenever so many Type A personalities were forced together. Compared to last night, a peaceful conversation over breakfast with someone who wasn’t insane or homicidal seemed almost heavenly.

As they strolled together into the breakfast room, Seras couldn’t help but marvel at the casual display of wealth. Beautifully detailed murals were painted across three of the walls - Mount Chimney churned and boiled on the northward wall, while Swablu fluttered around the eastern groves of Fortree City and Slateport Beach gleamed under the summer sun to the south. Rather than murals, an enormous buffet of fruit, drinks and dainty appetisers was arranged along the westward wall, where windows faced out across the hotel gardens - possibly a concession to the lack of tourist destinations to the west, but certainly impressive in its own right. The furniture was a deep red wood of some description, while parchment-like menus sat neatly on each of the tables. Remind me to thank Justine again once all of this is over.

Fortunately, the room was reasonably quiet for the time being - most guests seemed to have already left to queue for the parade, giving the pair of them plenty of time and space to dine peacefully. Heading over to the buffet table, Seras perused for a few moments before scooping up a fruit salad for starters. Tantalus, on the other hand, seemed immensely dissatisfied. After fruitlessly scanning the length of the table, he scowled to himself and quietly began heaping several petite slices of toast and salmon onto a platter, swiftly joined by a large glass of orange juice

As they settled down at the nearest table for three, Apate appearing similarly disgruntled at the range of appetisers, Seras offered them a condoling smile. “The food might be rather light pickings to start with, but I’m sure we’ll be served fairly soon.”

He offered a rather self-deprecating smile in return. “Let us hope so. I’m not sure how long I’ll last otherwise.”

“At least the meals won’t be covered in salt or splintered wood today,” she grinned. “Speaking of which, I’ve been meaning to thank you for your support in handling Hope yesterday. It was well-executed and well-received.”

“My support?” Tantalus exclaimed, starting back in bewilderment. “Everything I did could only have been achieved as a result of your own flawless execution of thievery.” He chuckled ruefully. “Speaking of which, would you like the scepter back? Now that our point has been understood fully, I can find no use for it.”

She nodded gratefully. “I was planning on returning it, truth be told. Cutting off her grandstanding was far more valuable than the actual scepter. It’s rather tacky, no?,” she observed, grinning shamelessly. “And I’d rather not be seen as a thief if possible. Besides, I’d use my own gemstones if I had an occasion to be flashy - they’re much convenient and far more impressive with a little creativity.”

Tantalus arched an eyebrow as he sipped at his orange juice. “So I have heard, despite not having the pleasure of witnessing it myself. Your reputation is one I am very aware of. I had hoped to give it back, at the time, but even the owner appeared to agree with your evaluation of it, did she not? It’s upstairs, and I will fetch it for you later today.”

“That sounds perfectly suitable. I assumed that she’d simply steal the scepter back, to be honest - perhaps she was rather intimidated by your reputation as well.”

Tantalus immediately froze, face contorted in shock and something uncomfortably close to fear. Feeling confused and somewhat concerned, she swiftly moved the conversation forwards. “Speaking of which, I’m impressed that your reputation has spread as far as Hoenn. I must confess that I haven’t heard much about you, but I hadn’t heard mention of any of the other avatars whatsoever before today. Rumours of travelling healers must be welcome in this day and age.”

After several moments, his rictus of terror relaxed into something more composed. “Avatars have never been a considerable interest of mine, until I heard of this little event,” he noted dispassionately. “As such, I haven’t been looking for any stories about my kind. However, myself and Apate have traveled a distance together, and on my trip through Kalos, you were the hottest topic of conversation. People seem thankful to have a such an impressive poster child.” Tantalus picked up one of the toast slices, giving it a contemptuous glare before setting ravenously into his meal.

Meanwhile, Seras felt her cheeks flush slightly. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the attention, but the whole ‘Crown Jewel of Kalos’ affair always gets blown out of proportion. “You flatter me, but I’m sure that it’s because Diancie the Pokemon is a home favourite there.” She paused for a moment as a thought crosses her mind. “It’s rather strange, being the home favourite in a country that you've never been in.” She gazed absently at the wall behind them, continuing to ponder for several moments before vigorously shaking her head.

Tantalus stared at her incredulously. “Forgive me, but I assumed you were born in Kalos. Someday, after the events here are done, you should travel there. I’m sure the locals would be more than happy to act as tour guides for their golden girl. Failing that, give me a call.” Recovering somewhat, he offered her a warm smile. “I can recommend various places you simply must visit.”

“Likewise myself - there’s an awful lot for you to see in Hoenn.” Seras gestured at the surrounding murals. “Asides from what’s around you, the waterfalls around Fortree City are absolutely spectacular at sunset, and while I’m yet to see for myself, I’ve heard wonderful things about the night sky over Sootopolis City.”

She raised her glass in a mock toast. “Both of us have long lives to enjoy - I see no reason why we shouldn’t explore all of the known world in due time.”

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Tantalus

With that, a young waitress approached the table armed with a notepad and pen. “May I take your orders, please?”

“Three croissants with jam, if you would. I’ve got a long day ahead.” Seras told the waitress, very politely and without the slightest hint of irony. Here was the girl actively trying to justify ordering a measly three croissants, when the order he was about to place would quite literally cover the table. Well, I’m looking forward to this. Tantalus thought.

With a quick nod of her head, the waitress wrote down the order on the little notepad she held. “Not a problem, miss. What about you, sir?”

Tantalus placed the menu on the table, looking at the young woman. “A portion of everything you can fry, please.”

Both Seras and the woman were clearly taken aback. “Excuse me?”

Attempting to hold the complete shame inside - while being incredibly satisfied with Seras’s reaction - the man replied more sharply than he had intended. “You heard correctly. Do not worry if your boss refuses to provide it free of charge on account of Avatar hospitality, I carry a checkbook.” Glancing towards his Mawile sitting on the chair to the left, he added an extra order. “Oh, and could you make some sort of burger for my companion, here? It doesn’t particularly matter what kind.” Gulping, the waitress scribbled a few things down on her notepad.

“Is that all, sir?” She asked. Tantalus turned to face her, sporting a killer smile.

“Yes. For now.” With that, the girl walked off looking rather sheepish.

Seras arched an eyebrow at him. “I assume that you had an exhausting evening?” Asking the question with the same playful lilt in her voice that Apate managed. His eye twitched slightly, and a dry laugh polluted the air between them.

“Quite the understatement, let me assure you. Now, where were we?”

“Discussing our travels and all of the wonderful treasures to discover in the world.” Her eyes gleamed with a playful hunger, not unlike a child at christmas marveling at the unopened gifts littering the floor. “You give a nice speech, certainly, but you’ve yet to convince me as to why I should visit Kalos.”

“Ahhhh. It is specifics you are after. Then we shall open a few of the boxes.” Reclining in his seat and ignoring her apparent confusion, the man held out his hand, preparing to count on his fingers. “Well, we have a cave, whose walls act as mirrors. Nature’s carnival funhouse, in a sense. Next up, an forest which is technically forbidden.” Seras raised an eyebrow. “But contains some of the most impressive waterfalls known to man. If nature gets too much, I’d imagine someone like you would find a great deal of peace in Lumiose City, a haven for the artistically-minded. Finally, we have the enormous gemstone, said to be the heart of Kalos itself. A work of Diancie, i’m told. I could go on, but I’m trying to get you to visit, after all.”

The woman paused, taking in the description of each location in turn. Tantalus could actually see the wheels turn in her head. It was a kind of endearing. “I’ll admit - you have me interested.” Seras turned towards the window, lost in thought. Whatever she was thinking about, however, wasn’t clear from her face. Staring, Tantalus wondered exactly how one person could switch so quickly between being easier to read than a book, and then become a complete enigma. “I may well visit in the near future, once I’ve finished my tours of Hoenn.” With a swivel of her head, the woman began to peer directly at Tantalus, as he had her. The curious gaze lingered for several long seconds. “I take it that you’re something of a nomad yourself, then?”

He nodded. “Indeed. Apate and I have been traveling almost solidly for around 8 months now, and more besides. Crossing as many regions as we can manage. Although I do mean to return to Sinnoh, one day.” Thinking for a moment, he asked what was really dwelling within his mind. “Forgive me, but as I mentioned, I guessed incorrectly that you hailed from Kalos. A stupid assumption, on my part, since my legendary is also from there. Where is it you call home, originally? If you don’t mind my asking, of course.”

“Not at all. I’m actually fairly local to here - I was born in Verdanturf Town, just a few days’ West of here. It’s a peaceful enough place, but there’s nothing much there compared to the rest of Hoenn.” The conversation took a harsh turn, as the woman steered it away from the topic of her hometown. Curious. “Not at all”, she had said, but there was clearly something behind that. A note of tension was present in the air, all of a sudden. Pushing it would give no returns, for the moment, but Tantalus filed it under ‘things to investigate later’.“I’ve been making a steady pace around Hoenn over the last two years - exploring all the corners of the map instead of city-hopping. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but having some time and space to adjust seemed welcome after becoming an avatar.” Seras giggled, a sound that impacted the mood like Rebeca’s fist impacted Lucas’s ribs last night. It lightened substantially, becoming much softer and more relaxing once again. The man found himself almost thankful for it. “Not that it was the most important change, but my hair used to be blonde rather than garishly pink.” Taking a handful of hair, she waved it around, as if doing so would underline the fact. “Given how well I’ve been received at the festival, it definitely feels like time to spread my wings a little.” With her hand still full of hair, she used it as a pointer to gesture in my direction. “How did you find adjusting to all of this avatar business?”

Giving a smile, he spoke. “I found the change blissfully simple. After the merge, acting in the capacity of an Avatar came as natural as breathing to me. Although I can relate to the hair aspect, mine wasn’t naturally blue.” He chuckled, and continued. “On a slightly more serious note, using the powers I have is simple, and upon discovering this, the natural thing to do was begin wandering to help the poor and sick. That was what I was put here to do, in the end.” Tantalus winced, waiting for a retort that never came. Xerneas was definitely either sleeping or busy, and he wasn’t sure which was scarier.

Seras seemed captivated by the description of his powers within. She gave a beaming smile.“Such generous motivations are truly admirable. I must confess that Diancie lacks a fundamental purpose to the same degree as most Legendaries, but I’ve found that rather liberating - it’s left me free to travel and chart my own path.”

Appearing to contemplate her own words for a moment, she vanished into her own little world, and sat in silence for but a passing moment. “I’ve certainly brought a lot of happiness to others through my travels, regardless of my initial motivations. I started out on an artistic pilgrimage, as much as anything else, but found that presenting one person with art which they truly treasure is more satisfying than any amount of sculpting for the sake of art alone. The gratitude I’ve received over the last few days has definitely given me plenty to think about.”

As Tantalus sat contemplating his swelling ego, brought on by Seras’s kind words, the waitress from earlier brought over her food. Placing the plate of croissants in front of her, the woman turned to leave, as half the kitchen staff appeared with Tantalus’s order. This consisted of eight separate plates, piled high with various food items, a rather large mug of tea, and a small paper bag, which held the burger for the small Mawile sitting eagerly nearby. Nodding politely at the servers, the man began to greedily tuck in to the meal before him, eating things at random with extreme gusto.

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Seras

Seras raising an eye at the colossal mound of food scattered across each of Tantalus’ places. “I can see why you took up such a lucrative profession,” she noted dryly.

Tantalus paused for a moment. “Some of us pay heavier dues for our powers than others,” scowling darkly.

Noting his frustration, Seras offered him a respectful nod in apology. “Indeed. I’ve never been held to ransom by my powers before, but I can imagine that there’s a steep price for sculpting life. Gems tend not to complain when you half-measure things.”

With a soft chuckle, Tantalus returned her nod graciously. “Whereas people critique your craftsmanship even when your best efforts aren’t enough.” His hands clenched reflexively for a moment “It’s rare to be able to create something from nothing; my power draws from a well funded from the natural energy the body uses for many things. Overuse is…” Tantalus paused to considering his phrasing. “Debilitating.”

Seras regarded him curiously. Quite unlike my own power. Although controlling too many gemstones at once could certainly be taxing, she’d never considered that it could leave any lasting effect. I would thought Arceus would ensure that the host won’t be harmed by their powers? “How much control do you have over the effects of your power?,” she inquired. “Is it largely instinctual, or can you control the manner in which your power alters someone?”

He chuckled darkly to himself, throwing Apate an almost haunted gaze. How incredibly curious. “When I touch a human or pokemon, I can see a sort of blueprint, and the difference between that blueprint and their current condition is highlighted. It doesn’t only affect specific parts, and I am unable to target it. When it’s on, it’s on, and fixes everything it can. Point and click, essentially. If there is processing involved, then it all happens behind the scenes.”

He paused for breath, slipping his tea.

“Without fixing people, though, I can tell what they are suffering from, unless it’s something my power couldn’t naturally repair. Does that answer your question, well enough? Any more, and I’m not too sure my answer will be satisfactory. My own knowledge is limited.”

As Tantalus started another rasher of bacon, Seras offered a disappointed nod. Nowhere near as thorough as I would have preferred. “That answers many of my questions. It’s a shame that your power functions so specifically, but then again, having less room for error seems more than worthwhile.” She paused for a moment, dancing around the issue. “Do you have any experience with hereditary conditions? It’s obviously a corner case, but I’d be curious about how a person’s blueprint would be affected under those circumstances. The intricacies of healing powers are fascinating, when you think about it.”

“Trust me, I’d love to have edited my own blueprint to add wings, it would make traveling so much more enjoyable. On the other hand, the simplicity makes things easy. I don’t have to worry about making a condition worse, because my information on it is lacking.” He took a long draught of tea. “Some hereditary conditions are treatable with my power, haemophilia for instance, although I can’t say where the blueprint comes from, if not from them. However, various birth defects aren’t treatable, although I believe that is due to the exertion involved. Shifting a person’s entire structure would most likely kill me before it fixed them.”

She sighed in dismay. “That’s entirely understandable. I know my own powers have improved greatly over the last few years, so we can only hope that yours shall continue to wax as well.”

He gazed at her thoughtfully. “Do you require my services?”

In response, she chuckled feebly. “Not myself, fortunately, but I have a certain measure of interest.” There’s plenty of less fortunate people out there who’d prefer a new blueprint.

Time for a different topic of conversation.

“My power takes a little more micromanagement, but I’ve been extremely happy with my progress so far,” she explained. Compared to Tantalus’ point-and-click explanation of his power, she’d spent a great deal of time exploring the extent of her own. “When I start using my power, I can sense all of the carbon dioxide in the surrounding air, much like you’d feel the water if you’re swimming. One of the neat upsides is that, with a lot of concentration, I can also tell where there isn’t air as well. Individual people are really hard to notice, but I could probably map out a maze or point out underground caves if I tried. It’s much the same as listening to your own heartbeat or manually breathing - unless I’m consciously paying attention, I don’t notice the empty spaces.”

“Oh?” Tantalus stopped eating for a moment, glancing up with an expression of surprise and respect. “You shape gemstones, and yet manage to utilise that as a built-in radar.” He beamed mirthfully. “That’s inspired. Using the freedom your power offers to create powers without the original intended use. I wonder if Diancie has ever thought of that.”

She simply grinned in response. “It’s an upside of being an avatar rather than a legendary Pokemon - when you can’t simply bend reality or shatter continents, you learn to squeeze every drop of mileage from what little you have.”

Chalk that one down to human ingenuity.

She took another bite from her croissant, mulling over the best way to explain her powers. Probably better to avoid too much jargon. “In some ways, my diamonds are just a side-effect of controlling the air, albeit to a much lesser degree than Flying-type avatars. Once I really turn on my power, I can pump energy into the carbon dioxide molecules and more-or-less control them. Controlling billions of gas molecules at once is a nightmare, but once you start crystallizing some of them into diamonds, you get a single lump of carbon that behaves nicely and stores loads more power in one place. More power means better control, meaning I can pull more carbon together - the whole thing goes exponential and you end up with a massive gemstone that can store a lot of power.”

Holding out a raised palm, she formed a cherry-pink gemstone that blossomed to the size of a football within seconds. Gently nudging the diamond with her power, she sent it spinning along one axis like a globe. “From there, I have enough control to start sculpting how the crystal grows and enough stored energy to punch holes through walls if I really wanted. Charging up gemstones is easier than making fresh ones - Hope can attest to that.” With a smug grin, she waved her hand at the diamond. It immediately crumbled into dust, which in turn faded into thin air as it returned to gas.

Nobody fucks with the pretty pink princess.

“One day, I’ll make a flying carpet out of diamonds, but I doubt that I could lift a person’s weight for the time being. Something to test in the years to come.”

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Tantalus

Watching with intrigue, Tantalus spoke up. “Well, it certainly seems that you know exactly how your power works. I only wish I could say the same.” A mental scoff resonated within him. I’m not sure I have control over mine anymore, or if it controls me, Seras, let alone understand it to that level. He thought to himself.

Tantalus suppressed a shudder. If his powers really did require conscious control, the implications were frankly terrifying.

From the table one over from them, a couple sat dining together, enthralled by Seras’s display of her Avatar power. Their voices drifted over, during the break in conversation.

“Did you hear about what happened last night? One of those Avatar guys causing a huge stir. It was quite the scene - it sounded like he was out for blood.”

Tantalus choked, his eyes wide, trying to scan Seras for any reaction to the comment.

She gritted her teeth. “And there was me thinking that Lucas couldn’t possibly have made things any worse than Hope did,” bitterness clear in her voice.

Lucas. Lucas. Of course that was who they meant, not him. His outburst couldn’t have been that bad, surely. Tantalus hoped beyond hope, but deep down, was unable to convince himself. At least Seras didn’t suspect anything. Swallowing, he began to analyse the conversation so far. The girl sitting opposite had become a point of vast interest. Earlier she had played to his frightfully large ego, and Tantalus had thought she would be a good ‘trophy’ to add to his collection. Now, however…

She understood the price of his power, and hadn’t berated him for it like most who found out about it did. The conversation was flowing naturally - he noticed that it wasn’t forced - for once. Usually, interacting with humans ranked up top with his most undesirable experiences. Honestly, it didn’t seem like it would be too difficult to view Seras as a friend. As an equal. A strange feeling, certainly. Maybe - and just maybe - she could help with Xerneas. Drumming his fingers on the table, Tantalus discounted that last part, noticing someone walking through the breakfast room dressed as Suicune.

And it certainly wasn’t Kaze.

“Well, someone is taking the whole festival thing a little too far.” He said, with a laugh.

A large grin spread across her face. “Leave him be - he’ll never get a better chance than today to have some fun.” Glancing towards a clock mounted on the wall nearby, she spoke. “Speaking of which, we should probably head over to the parade soon - the festival staff are probably having a stressful enough time without any avatars cutting things close.”

Lifting a piece of skewered chicken to his mouth, Tantalus paused. “Excuse me, but what parade?”

“Oh, just a chance for the public to see all of the avatars at once. I believe that there’s floats involved, but I honestly don’t know the details.” Quietly, she polished off the last bite of her croissants, while struggling in vain to prevent a grin appearing again. If he really was going to class this woman as a friend, then lessons in concealing emotions were sorely needed.

“Fantastic. So we are to strut around like peacocks to be cooed over.” The man sighed, shaking his head.

Do you see what you have gotten me into now, you insufferable idiot? Apate gave a soft smile.

I know. Showing off in front of an adoring public must be such a terrible thing to do, for someone like you. It’s not as though you are a massively egotistical show-off, or anything. Too bad, really. Those types of people would simply adore a good parade.

The humour tainting every single word, Tantalus shot her a dark glare. Why do I put up with you?

Turning back to Seras once more, seven empty plates before him - and the contents of the eighth being fed to the bloody Mawile - a smile crept across his lips. “So, do you know where we are headed, Seras?”

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Ardent and I's collab should be up relatively soon. Pulling pretty much an all nighter to get it finished xD

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At last. That was one exhausting day =P

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Pffft, I'm in college, and i'm still over the moon when it snows. Snow is great. It's the aftermath of snow that's a nightmare.

Also, I live in Scotland. The slightest little bit of snow shuts down our entire transport network. You'd think people so used to being cold would be better equipped =P

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Well, we have a final draft of the events written up anyway, and providing Vulkan, Rethel and Thunder are fine with it, we can post it anytime. I can continue it from Tantalus's POV reflecting on how the hell he got to his hotel room =P

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@Vulkan When you are around, we are now here : docs.google.com/document/d/1_U2XiAiaTC..

Titanpad was dying on us =P

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I'm free anytime now, for a small one. As for friday, the earliest I could make would be 6:30pm, so I wouldn't be too far out.

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Clutching his head, desperately, Tantalus was running out of both ideas and time. The rate of his heart’s beating was rapidly increasing, the stress of the mental assault and his power both taking it’s toll. Head pounding, he tried to answer Rebeca, to explain the situation. Words formed within his mind, but refused to go anywhere else. Each attempted form of communication was snuffed out by the newly-awakened Xerneas. Eyes burning from the sparkling light rolling off of him, Tantalus’s condition worsened. With no other solution, he begged for the pain to stop, no matter what it took. Even if that meant Rebeca knocking him into next week.

Looking over the gathering crowd, drawn in by the impressive light show, his eyes met another’s. Alain, the Avatar of Yveltal. Through the anguish, a plan formed. Alain’s Avatar power was to drain the life force from people. Used on him, Tantalus mused, it might be enough to ward off Xerneas, or cause him to pass out. The question was, if he did indeed lose consciousness…

Would I still be me when I wake up?

A gamble. His life hung in the balance of a single flip of a coin. The two of them had always left the biggest decisions down to chance. Tantalus was unable to speak, but he could form sentences within his mind. Heads he would. Tails he wouldn’t. Wanting to smile, he found even that impossible.

Apate. Heads or tails.

The Mawile’s eyes snapped towards Tantalus, nervously jerking. She had been worried sick since he started to act strange, and hearing his voice once more was a relief. Heads.

A sudden weight fell from his shoulders. Then I need a favour from you. Get Alain to use his power on me.

What? She asked, horrified. Looking over him one more, it was clear that whatever was wrong, was serious. There was no time to argue. Walking over to Alain, the Mawile grabbed his trouser leg and tugged it, pointing towards Tantalus, and mimicked an action that resembled a high-five. Unable to converse properly with any of the present company, this was the best she could do, praying that someone would notice what her actions signified.

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Sorry, Ardent just pointed out I'd somehow failed to colour my telepathic conversations in the collab, so if that confused anyone, I apologise.