The Most Dangerous Game [Keldeo]
Jun 21, 2014 22:16:50 GMT -5
Post by Genesect on Jun 21, 2014 22:16:50 GMT -5
"Curious..."
As the Keldeo continued to speak, the weakened cyborg Pokemon did what computers did best in these sorts of situations: analyze the situation. All of Keldeo's manners were caught, in detail, in Genesect's receptors, from his distasteful glance towards his fellow clone, to the frustrated grimace of remembering a non-idealistic past. Even in weakness, this 'D'artanagan' was letting on a fair bit of idealism.
An idealism that was, unfortunately, lost upon the Genesect: "I have no... 'frustration'... with the humans of this keep... correction." Genesect's mind whirred: "I have no self-induced 'frustration' of those humans." Truly, that was the truth: it wasn't in his mind to attack trainers, but rather his programming: the sight of Poke-balls, and Pokemon amidst their own trainers, would switch his mind to a furious rage. He remembered it well: that one town, wiped entirely off the continent, before he fled in a blind rage and somehow ended up on the cloned insect island, a bit off from this peninsula. He looked towards Blade, his qualms towards Pravus brought towards the forefront of his mind once more.
Blade, however, was far from such thoughts, now amidst people who knew how to speak his language! Briefly stretching out his wings, a small grin appeared on the edge of the Scizor's beak, running to catch up to the impatient dragon. "If I recall, I was the one butting your head, Claudius." The dragon's laugh was met with his own, as was his confusion towards the Feraligator's thin joke.
"... Too much swamp water?"
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With the 'rescue group' out on their way, the two Legendaries were once more alone, and honestly still quite capable of defending themselves in their condition. Granted, Keldeo was able to heal without actively needing a repair; but, on the other end of the coin, the mechanical half of Genesect could fight at full force until the mechanisms themselves began to fail. Despite Keldeo's best efforts, his cannon was still fully functional.
As Keldeo rested, the mechanical legendary switched to an idle state. He was aware of his surroundings, but rested his mind, a sort of mechanical sleep that was ironically picking up as much information as needed. He stayed in this state... that was, until Keldeo stirred, A single word caught his attention: not what it said, or what it meant, but just how it was said.
He let a moment of silence fill between them, before giving a response:
"French... Kalosian dialect." Genesect's 'response' was simple, as if curious just what Keldeo was thinking. "Your inquiry, let me return it to you... why is a Unovan symbol so far from home?"
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"Sheesh..."
Well, it was to be expected, Blade figured: the dinosaur's humor was quickly very grating on the ears. He wasn't even above crude humor, but the dinosaur wasn't even very clever, when he tried to get his two cents in, and it made trying to communicate with Claudius just a bit awkward! Still, they followed the wind, Blade giving a glance to his surroundings...
"Ah, crud." Just off in the distance, there was a pillar of smoke carrying up, hot ash carrying up, almost as if a beacon lit up the sky! Darting forward, Blade's claw glowed a bright white for a second, before he blinked, cancelled his attack, and almost tripped over himself. After all, this wasn't Flare, just her work: the incinerated body of a Cacturne laid in waste before the metal Pokemon's feet. "Eyes bloodshot and dried blood from the spines... definitely was an infected. Cactus, too... hm... Claudius!"
Blade shouted back: "Would you know an oasis around here?"