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Who: Darkrai and YOU, if you so desire.
What: Exploration and probably fighting
Where: The bay, and later Fayren
When: February 24th/very early hours of 25th
Warnings: To be determined
A. daylight: the bay
[ If you're a new arrival, waking up in an unfamiliar location can be pretty alarming. Moreso if you've been banished to a remote island for Arceus knows how long. As it comes to, Darkrai's first thought is that someone has finally captured it, but when it looks around for someone to take out its righteous fury on, it sees no one, human or otherwise. And it certainly doesn't feel as though it's been in a Poke Ball.
First things first; take stock of its surroundings. An enormous, domed cavern, dotted with human-made lights. Water covering the ground, which indicated that this wasn't Mt. Coronet. There were several exits. It seemed bright outside. Daylight. Not safe.. It would stand out too much if it tried to leave now. And so it would wait.
Next, something fell off its body when it rose. Check that. A box, with some items. A necklace, a paper with human writing and images on it, and a strange device. The necklace could have special properties, so it opted to take it and ignored the other two. It never bothered learning to read human language, anyway.
It's occupied with examining the necklace at the moment, but it'll notice if someone approaches. Steps in water are hard sounds to conceal. ]
B. nightfall: fayren
[ If its sense of pride was wounded; having tried to attack Weiss' holographic image, at least no one was around to know. The mythical then listened to what the projection had to say, and moved on, ignoring the magazine stand as it believed it had no use for such things. The most important thing it gathered was that for now, it had freedom. Freedom from that blasted island, freedom to claim new territory. And it liked that idea.
Back home, nothing lay to the north or west, and sheer cliffs on the mainland to the east. But south of Newmoon Island was the closest human and Pokemon settlement, Canalave City. A favorite haunt. Going off that sense of nostalgia, it headed south, doing its best to remain unseen.
And from the moment Darkrai drifted into it, Fayren looked perfect. Unpopulated forests and mountains in the distance, and low technology. That meant it could fight without fear of being captured by whatever devices the humans had invented.
The Pitch-Black Pokemon is a little more visible than it would like to be under the light of the full moon, but it's doing its best to stay out of sight. If it's unlucky, you might see it skulking around, headed beyond the town proper. ]
What: Exploration and probably fighting
Where: The bay, and later Fayren
When: February 24th/very early hours of 25th
Warnings: To be determined
A. daylight: the bay
[ If you're a new arrival, waking up in an unfamiliar location can be pretty alarming. Moreso if you've been banished to a remote island for Arceus knows how long. As it comes to, Darkrai's first thought is that someone has finally captured it, but when it looks around for someone to take out its righteous fury on, it sees no one, human or otherwise. And it certainly doesn't feel as though it's been in a Poke Ball.
First things first; take stock of its surroundings. An enormous, domed cavern, dotted with human-made lights. Water covering the ground, which indicated that this wasn't Mt. Coronet. There were several exits. It seemed bright outside. Daylight. Not safe.. It would stand out too much if it tried to leave now. And so it would wait.
Next, something fell off its body when it rose. Check that. A box, with some items. A necklace, a paper with human writing and images on it, and a strange device. The necklace could have special properties, so it opted to take it and ignored the other two. It never bothered learning to read human language, anyway.
It's occupied with examining the necklace at the moment, but it'll notice if someone approaches. Steps in water are hard sounds to conceal. ]
B. nightfall: fayren
[ If its sense of pride was wounded; having tried to attack Weiss' holographic image, at least no one was around to know. The mythical then listened to what the projection had to say, and moved on, ignoring the magazine stand as it believed it had no use for such things. The most important thing it gathered was that for now, it had freedom. Freedom from that blasted island, freedom to claim new territory. And it liked that idea.
Back home, nothing lay to the north or west, and sheer cliffs on the mainland to the east. But south of Newmoon Island was the closest human and Pokemon settlement, Canalave City. A favorite haunt. Going off that sense of nostalgia, it headed south, doing its best to remain unseen.
And from the moment Darkrai drifted into it, Fayren looked perfect. Unpopulated forests and mountains in the distance, and low technology. That meant it could fight without fear of being captured by whatever devices the humans had invented.
The Pitch-Black Pokemon is a little more visible than it would like to be under the light of the full moon, but it's doing its best to stay out of sight. If it's unlucky, you might see it skulking around, headed beyond the town proper. ]