☈ this ever changing world

[IC 005] 4 AM

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 12:40:11 GMT

Dialga had laid awake for most of the night.

It wasn't that he wasn't tired - no, he was actually pretty exhausted - but his mind was awhirl with thought and kept him from relaxing properly. Even with Paru resting peacefully in his arms, it was still hard to clear his mind.

It would've been more accurate to say that she was the source of his current train of thought.

He distinctly remembered a conversation they'd had many months before, even before they'd declared themselves 'married'. How could he forget it? It had led to the decision (though it probably helped that they'd been genderswapped at the time; as much as he might've wanted to, he wouldn't forget anything that happened during that time).

"It's just that the word 'marriage' kinda gives me visions of like... you know. Living in a house with a white picket fence and two-and-a-half kids. Y'know, stuff like that. I can't say I ever really pictured myself in a situation like that, so I don't really know what to think about it."

And here he was again, not really knowing what to think about their situation. He'd long since grown accustomed to the idea of being married, but this... this was completely out of his league. Paru was bearing a child - their child - and it was going to require major adjustments on both of their parts. That wasn't really something he was looking forward to; Dialga was reckless and irresponsible, and this was probably the most enormous responsibility he would ever have to take on.

He wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

Not like there was anything he could do about it at this point. Even if it were possible, he couldn't leave the island and Paru behind - they'd been through so much together and their bond was so powerful that he knew it would utterly break the both of them, and to be honest he still didn't even want to do that. He wanted to be ready for this, and not have any doubts, and be responsible and help bring their child into this crazy, mixed-up world that they seemed to be eternally tied to. But it was easier said than done.

And then there was the matter of Arceus. Dialga knew he wouldn't be happy about this; he would be downright enraged. If the release of his dark half was any indication, undoubtedly the King-God would have something to say about it. Though it probably wouldn't be 'say' so much as 'do', and there were a number of possibilities. He'd given them life; would he take it away? Would he take away everything - undo their existence entirely? Do away with the Island? Dialga had no idea what Arceus would do, but come hell or high water, he wasn't going to let any harm come to Paru or their child.

Besides, he had a bit of a plan, so maybe it wouldn't turn out as bad as his gut was telling him it would.

The Time God sighed, nuzzling into the back of Paru's shoulder. He didn't know a lot about human reproduction, so he wasn't sure how much time he had before the arrival of their child. But hopefully it would be enough for him to figure out what to do.

At least Paru seemed to be handling it relatively well. Her incessant sickness was waning, and she'd been having mood swings (though that wasn't too different from the norm), but from what he could tell, things were still mostly the same. At that very moment, the only real 'change' seemed to be the small swell in her stomach. She seemed content with the development, which was a far cry from the reaction she'd had upon first discovering it.

That was what mattered, right? Her happiness was his happiness, and surely, as long as they had each other, things would turn out alright. It always did.

He smoothed a hand over her stomach - gently, so as not to rouse her from her slumber. From the start of their relationship, it had been just them, but now... it was almost as if he could feel the presence of their child, however small it might've been at the time.

And somehow, it managed to soothe Dialga's nerves a bit.

His hand rested over his wife's stomach for a few moments longer before he tightened his embrace, pressing his chest against her back. And then, if only for a split-second, it felt like things would be alright.

Wouldn't they?

[IC 003] losing my grip

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 05:32:03 GMT

It was easier to search the island in his Pokémon form, as opposed to when he was a human. Particularly because he could hover from place to place and cover much more ground than he could if he were just walking.

But unfortunately for Dialga, the one he was searching for was quite elusive indeed. Arceus never had any problems with just popping up at the most inopportune times, but when somebody actually wanted to find him, he was nearly inaccessible.

He's probably off sleeping somewhere, Dialga thought as he continued his search, making sure to check every nook and cranny he could fit his 18-foot frame into. Needless to say, it wasn't easy.

Not to mention, he had another headache. That was nothing new, nor was the fact that it was worse than the last one. That was how it always was. He figured that Arceus may be able to tell him what was causing them, though that wasn't his main reason for wanting to find the King-God: he wanted to know what had happened to Palkia. What had happened to her to make her so afraid of the idea of Team Galactic being on the island? Back in his own universe, they'd tried to capture him and failed, and while he'd been rather sore about it afterward - he hadn't let himself get over it until he arrived on the island - there was no residual fear left in his mind like there was in his counterpart's. And if she wouldn't tell him, then he'd find out some other way. Namely by consulting Arceus about it.

Because he wanted to relieve her of her fear as much as he wanted to be rid of these headaches, if not more.

And so, he continued to search the island - despite that his vision was beginning to blur and his head was painfully throbbing, his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

[IC 002] the temporal lobe

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 02:49:40 GMT

It had been a long day for Dialga.

The moment he had awakened, it had seemed like everything was twice as bright as it normally was, and every sound had been amplifed tenfold. This, coupled with the headache he now had, meant that he was not in a good mood at all.

He'd been getting headaches all week, actually. They'd started off mild - just painful enough to annoy him - but the one he currently had was the worst one thus far. Now he knew how Psyducks felt; it felt like he'd used Head Smash on all of the trees in the forest.

Which was why the moment he'd arrived back at the house he shared with Paru, he wrenched his headpiece off, tossing it to the floor. Already he could feel the pressure letting up, but unfortunately, it didn't really help that much. Dialga stalked upstairs to their bedroom and flopped down face-first on the bed, without even bothering to turn on the light.

It was going to be a long night.

[IC 001] a civilized conversation

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 06:58:35 GMT

Dialga, despite his annoyance with apparently no longer being allowed to pick on his favorite targets, still pranced happily about the island. He'd been doing so for quite a while now, and it still felt like he had energy to spare. There was still snow on the ground from Castform's bit of fun, but it still didn't bother him at all.

There was, however, something that did - Darkrai's words still sounded strongly in his mind: You're a jerk, but you're harmless. You've just pushed her buttons the wrong way too many times, so now she thinks you're more horrible than you really are.

... Meh. As much as he didn't want to, it would probably be a good idea to find Cresselia and apologize to her. He had to admit, even he was getting tired of the constant fighting, and it'd be better to do so when he was in a good mood anyway; chances are he wouldn't threaten her if she said something that angered him, as his good mood would just allow him to brush it off.

But the problem with that was actually finding her. She never seemed to have a problem with popping up from out of nowhere when it was least convenient for him, but whenever he actually wanted to find her, she was nowhere to be found. She was probably hiding from him anyway, because their last argument had... really gone too far. He hadn't even meant to upset her that time, really, she'd just taken his teasing the wrong way.

Dialga stopped his prancing, now lost in thought. He took a moment to examine his surroundings - huh, what part of the island was this? He didn't think he'd been here before. Part of the forest was on one side, but there was a large cave on the other. He was about to disregard it when he saw something out of the corner of his eye...

Was that a pink sparkle?

---

The snow was beautiful, but it was still far too cold as far as Cresselia was concerned. If her reaction to falling into a mud puddle was any indication, cold weather wasn't something she was exactly fond of. And while she didn't want to ask Castform to do away with the snow - the little guy looked far too happy about it - she still didn't really want to wait until it melted. So the only real option was to hide out someplace warmer until it did melt.

Which was how she'd stumbled upon this cave. It wasn't the best place, but it would do for now, and she didn't want to take any chances at being discovered by going to the house up on the plateau. Despite its remote location, the idea was still in her head that someone had found it while she and Darkrai had been there. How else would anyone have found out about them?

She floated far enough into the cave so that there was no snow on the ground, and shifted into her human form. She let out a hiss as her feet touched the ground; it was cold, but the snow would be much colder. And at least as a human, she had clothes which would assist her in warming up.

Leaning against a wall, Cresselia slumped down to the ground, curling herself up into a ball. Between the multiple layers of her skirt, and her thick hair falling around her shoulders, she could feel herself start to warm up a bit already. She let out a sigh, resting her head in her crossed arms.

---

Dialga stepped closer to the cave. He was sure he'd seen something there. It was just for a second, but he thought he'd seen a brief glimmer. Instinct told him that it was exactly who he was looking for - after all, the Lunar Pokémon's wings did give off particles of light. But he was still hesitant to follow her into the cave. He knew she didn't want to see him, and he wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to again. But still, there was something inside of him - a conscience, perhaps? - that told him that this needed to be done.

He entered the cave, taking a moment to look around. It was pretty nondescript; the walls were a plain, blue-grey color, and there was nothing else really eyecatching about it - save for someone huddled up against the wall. Her head was nestled in her crossed arms, so it seemed that she hadn't heard him enter.

"..." Dialga cleared his throat in an attempt to get her attention.

Cresselia jumped slightly, startled at the sudden noise. She lifted her head to look at the newcomer, and as soon as she saw just who it was, she narrowed her large pink eyes at him, a frown forming on her face. "... What do you want?"

The God of Time scowled down at her, not exactly pleased with her reaction (even though he expected nothing less). "Well, hello to you too," he replied sarcastically, leaning heavily against the wall next to her. "So, you come here often?"

She looked away from him, curling up tighter. "Look, if you're here to make fun of me, then I'm afraid I've got to tell you that I've come across an interesting piece of information about--"

"I'm not here for that," Dialga said, cutting her off. "And I know you know about me and Palkia. Your boyfriend told me that he told you."

Cresselia looked up at him again, a bit surprised. But it faded quickly; she knew by now not to let her guard down around him. "...okay, well, then you can't really say anything about me and Darkrai anymore, now can you?"

"No, I can't. But that means you can't say anything about me and Palkia, either." He finally glanced down at her, a blank expression on his face. "We're even."

"...I suppose so."

A few moments passed by, with neither of them saying anything. Cresselia shuffled a bit at her spot on the ground. This was... kind of awkward. She felt extremely uncomfortable around him, especially because he wasn't harping on her for once - it was only a matter of time before he became his "normal self" and started tossing insults at her like he usually did.

This wasn't the case this time, however. Dialga's next words were some that she definitely wasn't expecting: "... Why do you hate me?"

She looked up at him again, completely caught off-guard by the question. "Gee, I may have to think about this for a moment," she replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "For starters, you're an arrogant jerk who doesn't care about anything unless it benefits you somehow; you're vain, egotistical, and self-absorbed; you can't go a day without insulting someone and making them feel inferior; you have such a huge superiority complex that you feel the only one above you is Lord Arceus... need I go on?"

Dialga took her words with the same blank expression he'd worn before. "Is that all? And here I was thinking you had a real reason," he teased, a smirk forming on his face.

"... You see, this is exactly what I'm talking about, Dialga!" Cresselia replied angrily. "You think that you're Arceus' gift to the world and that you can do no wrong, when you're wrong about almost everything!"

His smirk widened. "But that doesn't answer my question, Cresselia."

She gave him an incredulous look. "How does that not answer your question?"

He squatted down so that he was at eye level with her, still wearing that arrogant smirk. "You see, everything you just told me is stuff I already know. I know I'm a jackass. I acknowledge that I'm a jackass. But you see, if anyone has a reason to hate me, that would be it. You haven't told me why you specifically hate me."

Now she just looked confused. She had to admit, he had a point, but... she wasn't sure if she did hate him beyond that fact. "... Do I really need another reason?"

Dialga's smirk faded. "Well, I would like to know why you immediately started threatening me with your 'Psycho Cut to the face' schtick the instant I arrived on the island. I'd barely even had any time to piss anyone off, and yet you started threatening to decapitate me."

Cresselia blinked at him. He really didn't know why she'd started up with that? She thought back to the incident - Dialga had appeared in the middle of the central meeting field, enraged beyond belief... "When you first arrived here, you were calling out Palkia - er, the male one that's around sometimes - because you believed that he brought you here by manipulating space. I tried to explain to you that that wasn't the case, that this island just brings people here sometimes, as I'm sure you're well aware by now. But you chose to ignore me, and instead asked me if Darkrai and I were together yet, and then proceeded to tell me that we both were in denial."

She paused, thinking about her last words. "... Not that it would really bother me now, but it did back then. We hadn't realized our feelings for each other yet, so I thought you were asking me that just to be a jerk, not that you had any interest in our relationship or lack thereof."

Now it was Dialga's turn to blink. "...I barely even remember that," he muttered. "Really? I asked you that?"

"You did," she confirmed, nodding, "not to mention, you referred to Darkrai as 'Nightmare Ballerina'. Surely you remember him threatening you, too?"

His brow furrowed, as if he were deep in thought. "I called him Nigh-- oh, wait, yeah, I did! How did I ever forget about that nickname? I'll have to remind him about it the next time I--" And then, realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "Wait. You mean-- holy shit, it is my fault you started threatening me."

The Goddess of Dreams looked over at the wall opposite them. "Glad to see that you acknowledge something's your fault for once," she said quietly.

"Yeah, well..." Dialga looked a bit embarrassed. He felt pretty foolish now - he'd thought that Cresselia hated him for no reason, when this whole time, she actually had a valid reason. He had just never realized it because he'd been so blinded by rage at the time. He straightened himself up, leaning against the wall again. "Damn. I guess I'm kind of a bastard, huh."

"Wow. That's twice now that you've admitted you have negative qualities," she said. There was actually a hint of amusement in her voice now. "What are you going to surprise me with next?"

He knew she was just joking around with him (hmm, looks like she did have a sense of humor after all), but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage of the question. "Well, this'll probably throw you for a loop, but... why don't we call a truce?"

'Surprised' was really an understatement. Cresselia looked up at him, completely bewildered. "A truce...?"

He knelt down next to her again, his expression serious. "Look. I know you don't like fighting, whether it's between you and someone else, or others with each other. Physical, mental, or whatever. And I know I've been a real pain in the ass to you, much moreso that many of the others here. But the only reason I am such a jerk in everyone's eyes is because I get bored easily, and it amuses me. I don't intend to hurt anyone with what I say unless I have a good reason to be angry at them."

She studied him silently as he spoke, straining to pick up on any signs of insincerity in his words. She was shocked to find that there were none for once.

"You're probably tired of always arguing with me all of the time, and to be honest, I am too. But see, you're just as much at fault as I am. You're so serious all the time, and you really just need to take everything I say with a grain of salt. I don't tell you you have no sense of humor just to be an ass, you know."

"..." Cresselia averted her gaze, looking a bit guilty. "...you're right. This whole time I've been taking you seriously, assuming that you provoke everyone just to be a jerk... but it never pays to assume, does it."

Dialga shook his head. "Nope, it doesn't. It makes an ass out of you and me." He sat down properly, leaning against the wall next to her. "So, here is what I propose: if you're willing to, then I'm willing to start over with you as a friend, Cresselia. No assumptions. No threats. Just two deities trying to get along as friends."

She considered it for a moment. She knew that he was being sincere; she'd seen it in his eyes. It was such a rarely seen emotion in the God of Time that when he expressed it, it was completely obvious. She knew that she often took things too seriously - as was evident when she'd developed that irrational fear of Darkrai leaving her should the news of their tryst become common knowledge - and it wasn't a quality that she prided herself on. It only added to the weakness that everyone claimed she harbored, as well as prove that she wasn't quite as pure as one would think.

After several moments of thought, she nodded slowly, looking at him again. "...I think I'd like that. I'd like that a lot, Dialga." And for the first time, she gave him a friendly smile.

He grinned back at her, more pleased with her answer than he'd let on. "Let's start over from the beginning then, shall we?"

"Let's." Uncurling herself a bit, Cresselia extended a hand. "Hello, I'm Cresselia. It's nice to meet you."

Dialga took the offered hand and shook it. "Hi, I'm Dialga. Sometimes, I'm an asshole."

She giggled a little. "That's alright. Sometimes I'm too serious for my own good."

"Well, I guess someone has to be," he replied, his grin morphing into a smirk.

"Someone's got to offset all of the pranksters, after all." With another smile, she turned away from him. She actually felt good now. In the last couple of days, she'd been reassured of her lover's feelings, and made peace with the being she despised most. To say that Cresselia felt warm inside was a bit of an understatement.

... But that didn't change the fact that she felt cold outside, as was evidenced by her shivering.

Dialga took notice of this. Well, since they'd started over, he might as well do a good dead. Shifting himself a bit, he removed his trenchcoat and dropped it over her. "Here." When she looked at him, surprised, he responded: "The cold doesn't bother me, so you could probably use this more than I could."

Cresselia blinked up at him for a few moments, but she eventually smiled and drew the heavy coat tightly around her. "Thank you..."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it," he said, waving her off. It was still kind of awkward, having gratitude expressed toward him.

They silently sat there for a while, just growing accustomed to each other's company. Dialga finally spoke again, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "So, tell me, Cressy. How exactly did Ladylegs manage to get an innocent thing like you to do the deed~?"

Cresselia looked over at him, her face a brilliant red. She shot him a glare, but unlike all of the other times, it was only laced with mild annoyance instead of unadulterated rage. "... Don't push it."

☈ to shine brighter

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 03:39:34 GMT

☈ fires burning inside me

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 03:39:04 GMT

Of course he did something! He looks like a penis!

I always thought his legs looked particularly ladylike.

If you don't want the attention, I'll take it!

You rickrolled me!

Luuuuuuunar Duck and Laaaaaaaaadylegs~...

That didn't happen, 'kay?

You know how I know you're gay?

Shouldn't you be off farting rainbows or something?

Hey, I can see my house from here!

If anyone asks, you didn't hear me say that.

*OM NOM NOM NOM*

I am awesome even as a tiny human.

Shit, I can't blame your rainbows this time.

YOUR MOM IS STILL WEAK TO FIRE.

RAYQUAZA'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW!

At least now I can actually Roar of Time some bitches if they piss me off.

So, uh, seen any Heart Scales around lately?

Everyone thinks I'm GAY.

I feel like stirring up some mischief.

Did they make out yet, or what?

Wait. You were a chick just now. This means I can't call you Space Penis.

BLAAAAAAAAARGH!

Anyone... seen that... crazy bitch Palkia around...?

YOU'RE CUTE WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY

This is degrading. I don't feel like myself.

Get this thing off of me before it violates me!

PALKIA, DID YOU STEAL MY HEADPIECE AGAIN?!

I CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING.

Is there something on my head?

Anybody want some? ~~I'LL SHARE JUST THIS ONCE.~~

For the love of Arceus, EASY WAY!

[I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING ~~for once~~, I SWEAR!

I guess I don't entirely mind that it was you.

You can't say you don't like it, too.] these are actually all part of the same thread but the page broke like 470302679 times so it's easier to just link to where they started off again |D

[capslock] WHY IS EVERYONE TALKING LIKE HEATRAN?

[capslock] JUST HOW MANY DIFFERENT SHAPES OF YOU ARE THERE?

Hateyousomuchjkfhdsl.

*grumble* 8|

Seriously, this is fucking insane even for you!

Where the hell did that damn Death Centipede go?

THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO GROPE HER IS ME. YOU GOT THAT?

You got any more plans to try and kill me in the near future, or are we cool?

oh man for the love of Arceus TURN IT OFF D:

So, uh, anyone seen Palkia around?

I hope you know I'm not going down without a fight, then~

Our deal said nothing about not revealing personal secrets~

Although you do kinda look like you took about as many Shadow Forces as I did.

How is everyone doing on this fine day~?

Man. The air here is so thick you could cut it with a Dragon Claw.

[I think you're the only one here who wants to see my ass.

It's not like you love me or anything, right?]

Why do you hate me?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I didn't know we had birthdays :O

Thought you might wanna look fabulous today.

I HEREBY DUB THIS PLACE AWESOME ISLAND AND IF YOU WANKERS DISAGREE THEN TOO BAD FOR YOU.

So, you come here often?

Uh, yeah, sure... looking after people! 'S what I do best. Eheheh.

OH MAN, SOMEONE NEEDS TO GO GET CRESSY. THIS IS COMEDY GOLD.

I think Palkia might be right about me having that... attention defu-thingy.

[genderswap] WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE

[genderswap] ...huh. I have boobs.

[genderswap] Boobs! Let me show you them!

[genderswap] THE ISLAND'S BEING WEIRD AGAIN

[genderswap] HOW THE HELL DO YOU WORK THESE THINGS

[genderswap] This is like, the worst birthday present ever.

[genderswap] No, I'm still a chick.

I'M ME AGAIN!

Yeah, this place is all kinds of messed up.

It worries me, seeing you like this.

I think this is the worst one yet.

I need answers, and you're the only one I can think of who might have them.

[primal] You're running off when I've not finished playing with you yet?

[primal] If you'd rather your death be long and drawn-out than quick and... well, it'll still be painful...

[primal] Either way, you're all going to die.

[primal] It's hopeless, I... I'm just too weak.

[primal] *insert quote about EPIC BATTORU here*

[primal] And what exactly do you intend to do, by bringing me here?

You don't know how sorry I am.

What did I do to earn your punishment?

I don't mean to drag you down with me.

☈ casting off the shadows

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 22:17:57 GMT

DIALGA
the temporal pokémon: god of time & fate

STATS
☈ name; Dialga (ディアルガ)
☈ pokédex no.; #483
☈ type; Steel/Dragon
☈ location; Spear Pillar
☈ height; 17'09" (5.4 m)
☈ weight; 1505.8 lb. (683 kg)
☈ ability; Pressure (doubles the foe's PP usage for every successful hit)
☈ nature; Impish (+Def, -SpA)
☈ characteristic; Somewhat vain.
☈ pokédex info: It has the power to control time. It appears in Sinnoh-region myths as an ancient deity.

KNOWN ATTACKS
Dragonbreath	Metal Claw	Ancientpower	Roar of Time	Dragon Claw
Slash	Flash Cannon	Aura Sphere	Dragon Pulse	Iron Tail
Heal Block	Swagger	Draco Meteor	Earth Power	Hyper Beam

PERSONALITY
Dialga, to be blunt, is an ass. He takes great pleasure in provoking people into fury, and taunting and pranking everyone are some of his favorite pastimes. He's also got quite the superiority complex - he truly believes that he is above almost everyone else (the sole exception being Arceus), and is prone to shamelessly flaunting this "fact" whenever possible. He is narcissistic, egotistical, and just generally kind of annoying. However, as far as deities go, he's not very bright; it's fairly easy to one-up him or argue him into corners. He is also prone to incredible bouts of rage - he may be able to dish it like nobody's business, but he certainly can't take it. It's not hard to anger him, and generally if he gets angry he just tends to yell a lot and make threats, but if he's pushed far enough then he won't hesistate to fire off a Roar of Time or something.

His personal motto is "when in doubt, blame someone else", something that stems from his belief that he can do no wrong.

As of recently, he hasn't changed very much in personality - he's still as arrogant as ever, but he doesn't actively go out of his way to irritate others ~~as much~~ anymore, something that stems from a "niceness lesson" given to him by Palkia. While he doesn't generally dwell on things that happened to him in the past (though he is prone to holding grudges), he's got quite the sore spot from when the flow of Time was disrupted and it eventually drove him into an insane, enraged state.

The biggest change he's gone through, though, is the development of his relationship with the female Palkia (Paru). Initially starting off as bitter enemies, they rapidly became each other's objects of mutual lust, and eventually, mutual affection. The whole basis for his destructive rampage was "protecting" her from a future he'd thought he'd seen, and even now, part of him still wants to protect her from what she fears.

LIKES
Paru, Zaid, sour poffins, making mischief, admiring himself, bondage, his human form, blaming others for his mistakes, not going crazy, being awesome, ~~looking up Paru's dress,~~ pranking others, provoking others, teasing others, stirring up trouble, fellow steel-types, being loud, being obnoxious, being egotistical.

DISLIKES
Going crazy, being set on fire, mostly every other deity, not being a jerk, losing his armor, being called "gay", Ho-Oh's rainbows, having his plans foiled, losing arguments, losing fights, the idea that he might not be as awesome as he thinks he is, anyone who thinks they're better than him.

HUMAN FORM

THOUGHTS ON OTHERS
♥ Palkia [pale_prism]
She'll never give up on me. I can't thank her enough for that.
♥ Zaid [cosmicvelocity]
I'm... scared of what will happen when Arceus finds out about him.
☀ Latias [refractslight]
She's nice. And seems to have an appreciation for making mischief.
☀ Cresselia [lunarwing]
She's still kinda fun to pick on, but we're cool for the most part.
♦ Giratina [opalrenegade]
I guess we're... kinda... friends? Paru still wants to rip out her wings, though.
♦ Female!Ho-Oh [sensual_rainbow]
Less obnoxious than her other self, but still, she's kind of insane in the membrane.
♦ Ho-Oh [rainbowbeak]
He's an ass, but... he's been more help than I'm willing to admit. I've still got an Ancientpower with his name on it, though.
♦ Donovan [obsidianight]
Oh man does this kid ever have it coming to him. I want front-row seats for when Ladylegs decides to give him the what-for.
✖ Ditto [pokepimp]
I have no idea what the fuck this thing is, but it had better stay the hell away from me if it knows what's good for it.
✖ Darkrai [everyonesgarden]
Seriously, what his obsession with fire? I really hope that doesn't carry into the bedroom.
✖ Arceus [multitype_king]
I hate him. It's his fault that I went crazy, and if he even sets foot near my family... I don't care of he's the King-God of everything, I'll kick his ass.
✖ Primal Dialga [distortingtime]
Aha. Ahahahahahaha. Not so tough without your ~powers~, now, are you? Regardless, he'd better stay away from my wife and child if he knows what's good for him.