6/8/2023
To the Void...
First messages first: R3, Rook has a book for you...
Rook is bouncing up and down, he's holding a leather bound book in his paws next to me, holding it up, into the dark. "Here! Here! I call it...The Eternity Pillar..." His eyes go wide.
"Hehehehe...I think you'd like it! It's not...written yet, but it exists, and we're working really hard on it! It's here! Please take it...make it part of your library...I can...I can be one of your adjuvants...adjucants...; or...or whatever that word was I'm sorry I can't see it right now... I'm a living galaxy! I...I can see it all! I see your world!! I...Wanna go there! I can give you, erf, give Jacob, the power over Stone and Earth! Grrrrf you probably have something like that already, but I'm just here! Please I wanna...help..." He suddenly stops bouncing...his eyes waver...but he's still holding that book up.
It means a lot to him...a lot to me...I already sent you something...
Let us know your answer...or don't...I'll accept silence as your denial. I understand if life is just getting in the way, I have no way of knowing what you may -actually- be up to at the time I'm doing this after all.
And then...I honestly don't know...are you already here...your library...I wanna see it...Rook could see it. I -think- I can see it, but I could only see my own, what your words gave to me...now that my own library is gone, or well...not gone but, has become...more of a small office haha, I need to revisit yours, hehe, gotta find the time to.
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The Infinite...
I am me...I am not me...no one has control...and no one has freedom...yet you're there...
I'm going...to try, to paint you many pictures now...many things...many uh, 'blocks' of a story...I type this right now at specifically 10:30pm on 6/8/2023, with Rook eagerly grinning as he stands next to me and watches me and myself...I'm uh, I'm now a Weaville...blue furred rather than black, and I feel very, very cold...but I'm comfortable, it's kind of like...an ice bath that I've just...gotten used to. That's the only real immediate difference that separates me from being just a normal Weavile, but I will be giving a more detailed description later. Had to get new keyboard for these claws...good thing it's as simple as working it out through words~
I want you to turn off your brain...I want you to just see what I'm painting, watch it...see it...feel it, as best I can...words can only do so much, but words -are- powerful. There's something else just a little bit more so, I say this with a grin to myself, hehehe.
I think I understand now what I -am-...
After I understood what Rook was to me...I couldn't help but think...what was I to him?
I asked him...
His answer made me think far too much, and I had to ask more questions...all of which then brought me to the answer, as he told me, he grinned at me, "Hehe, that's your own life story...you already know it!"
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I looked up on my phone at some point in the middle of night while unable to sleep, and threw my question out onto the internet, "How is an Idea born?"
I clicked the very first article, which was, if I recall it correctly right now as I'm not going to leave and try to search for it so these words are fair; "The 5 stages of how an idea is born."
The very first part of the article, it tells me "No idea is ever, ever original." Rook whines beside me.
"Shush you know that -isn't- true. It's impossible for it to voice all the ideas...everything in there..." I pause as I'm starting to read the first paragraphs, skimming at first and then fully ready parts I'm intrigued by...but I think. Yeah, it still made sense to me. I'm grinning devilishly, clicking claws with sparks of ice as I think, one arm holding my elbow and holding it up beside my head with one claw against my temple...
I followed that article, read its first few statements to get the "impression" it was trying to convey...I could follow it, I could see it. I agreed with it, for everything I read except for that first statement. I didn't read the whole thing, at the moment I felt I didn't need to anymore I closed the webpage, what I read had confirmed my thought to me. The process that it describes...yes...I think it worked well to describe it...It's time to break out of my 'egg'...Again...
Rook shakes his paws up at the ceiling above me, his eyes blazing, chest glowing brightly. The idea...he sees it and he... "It's perfect..."
"I'm going to start painting you a picture...with words."
I smile... "Please don't interrupt me."
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You are presented with...a Void...
You also drop into it from about ten feet in the air and crash down into it a few seconds later, slamming into the ground with a mighty crash. The Sound of pots, pans, books, and a desk getting knocked over are instant and chaotic until the final pot rolls to a still. You groan and start to pick yourself up...
"WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!!??" A voice screeches, it's a piercing, high pitched wail.
Turning to look at it, you see a pair of glowing, bright, white eyes. A mouth of light and then lines of purple and other, white spots along its long, elongated body...its tail twists and turns, tendrils at the end flicking about in irritation. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!? This is my....No, no no no don't you dare-"
It's too late, you've scrambled up as the voice is screeching at you, you start fumbling in the dark. You can't see anything except the creature, as he seems to scamper after you, slithering low to the ground around objects you can't quite see like a snake towards you just only now notice...their shape...you finish a final step back.
"N-no don't...don't knock that over! No!" He hisses at you. The sound of a pot tilting, liquid spilling. You look back with a jump to see that you've tipped over yet another pot...
"No! Urrrrrg stop it or I'm going to-!"
You feel his intent, you react, bright light cascades out of you as you give him your own, tell him "Don't you do a single thing to me." You growl and he hisses, covering his eyes.
"Holy FUCK YOU'RE SO BRIGHT!" The first word it says very softly but then screeches the rest.
The objects, the world around you, it's more visible to you now...through your light...you see...you're in an alchemy lab...you tipped over a potion, the pot lays on its side a few feet to the side of you both...You take another look around, there's stacks...stacks of colorful books...just high stacks and no ceiling...
"I'm sorry...I just-"
"Shadow! SHADOW!!! Get him out!"
Suddenly a new being emerges from him, a darkness reaches out from around his back, its eyes also white, as it leans in towards you. The creature is just shivering, stammering, eyes covered as it speaks. "Hey, listen, I don't know what you are or how you got here, but you can't be here right now like that. Try to come back later, there's a door just behind you."
You turn your head, and yes...suddenly there's a door there. It's brightly colored with white lines...etched into the darkness...
"O-okay...but uh...can you...can you tell me where I am?" You stammer, your eyes blinking steadily, trying to show you are calm..
"If you found your way here...you -should- already know...if you don't then we need you to do something."
"What...? What is it?"
"Leave the door...once you do, you'll see something...go..." The voice pauses... "Go towards it...it's a good thing, I know a lot of people say it's bad...but it isn't...not here anyway." The Shadow snickers lightly.
Shadowy arms reach out of the being and you feel them on your shoulders, "Now...there's the door..."
He turns you around, you look down at the doorknob. It looks like it's etched out of darkness...just white lines that form the shape of a doorknob...but you put your paw on it, it feels like one, made of metal, and then you turn it.
There's nothing through it...the other side is just as empty and dark...you step through the frame, honestly expecting something, but nothing happens.
"Hey uh-"
*SLAM!*
The door is slammed shut, you hear some light screeching... "He was...somewhat...but too BRIGHT!"
"Hello?"
There's no response...you even reach to try and knock on the door, you can still see it there. "Hello...?" You say it a little lighter...
No response, even after a few minutes of you knocking...
"All right...fine..." You huff. "I'll..." You turn, look out in front of you, there's...nothing here... no matter how far you look...there's just the door behind you.
And then...you see it...a light, it shines. Out in the dark...it looks close.
You remember what the Shadow told you, "I'll just...do what you said."
And so you go off, and start slowly padding, walking your way through the inky darkness, with nothing but this door, and this light beyond you as guides.
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You walk through the darkness, body heavy, lethargic feeling. The light beyond shimmers, glows. But he hasn't managed to reach it yet. You're tired...but you keep going.
How long have you been walking...? You ask yourself...was this really the punishment...?
You thought the light was close but...it seems like it just gets further away...
But no...the Shadow...the Light, he told you to...
Your stomach...what is wrong...it hurts...there's no food here...need help...
You sit, holding it...growls...let...let's just...sit here a moment.
"Hey there!" A cheery, sparky voice squeaks.
Suddenly, beside you, is a blue and white Raichu, he looks up at you with a smile. "Hey! I think I remember you!"
"W-what...remember...?" You stammer to him, eyes wide in shock. WHERE DID HE COME FROM!?
"Hehe...yeah! You're bright!" He snickers at you, his cheeks spark with electricity, the zap just instantly flicks through the air, zaps your arm. You flinch from it. "Don't remember me?"
"I..." You pause...
"Hehe, it's okay. I know. You haven't met me before." He beams.
You growl, squeeze your eyes shut. Pain strikes through your left side...you don't understand why it's there...its been building slowly...
"Are you hungry?" The Raichu asks him, head tilting.
"I...yeah...yeah that..." You blink... "That is what it feels like but it's just like...Not the same..."
"Yeah, I get ya." The Raichu grins. "But here...this might help you. Take it."
His tail swishes forward in the darkness around his body, waving up over his head and wrapped around something. It holds a small blue bag...rounded and tied at the top with a loop through holes.
You take it, hold it. It feels like...nothing is in there.
You peek back at him with narrowed eyes, the confusion is evident to the Raichu. "Hehe, turn it over."
You look back at the bag, quickly, wondering, and he turns it over, holding his other paw out below it.
Plop.
An Oran Berry...it falls out onto your hand, it looks...so good...so big and juicy...blue and shiny.
You feel it, the burn...your stomach growls. You can't resist it.
Chomp! And you're eating it, growling and shivering.
The Raichu giggles. "Hehe, better?"
You growl first, a rolling and rumbling sound, arching your head back, swallowing the squeezed and crushed remains of the berry, its juices. It fills you with energy, warmth, unlike the heat of earlier, builds in you, comforting...eagerness fills you.
Your tail wags rapidly, "Yeah...yeah I am! Thanks." You smile at the Raichu. "Hey. I'm Rook by the way."
The Raichu grins, another arcing spark of electricity comes out of his cheeks, it flicks through the air to his tail. "Hehe, nice to me you, I'm Tene~"
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Rook spends a long time with Tene. Talking about their lives...the Raichu runs an Oran Berry farm and has issues in controlling his electrical discharges, so he stays far away from people and has been alone for a long time. Rook tries to ask him how he came to be in this big open darkness too, but Tene just grins at him, tells him he can't tell him that, but that he is welcome to keep his bag. The bag is connected to his Oran Berry farm by psychic power; it recreates a berry within fifteen seconds. Tene gives it to him, and then leaves with a goodbye...
Rook holds the bag in his hand, smiling, squeezes it gently with his fingers as the affection he feels from this act warms him further.
"Why doesn't thirst affect me here...?" Rook realizes suddenly, blinking.
"You retain water." Another voice.
Rook jumps, his body jolting in surprise much like when Tene would shock him but without the pinch of the jolt. He turns.
A fox...tall...he's...actually kind of handsome. Red and white fur coat, the pattern is appealing...
He grins at Rook, the red colored highlights of fur slide across his cheeks as they sway with his head movement, "Hehe, an interesting creature...a Lycanroc...but yes, if you retain water well, you'll find the Oran Berries are enough for you."
"Oh? You think I'm cool?" Rook smiles and grins. "Wait...how do you..."
"Hmm, I know Tene, he told me he gave you his bag." Ary holds his grin, "Tell me something about yourself."
So Rook does, he tells him his life, tells him how he came to be there.
"I see, and now what are you doing?"
"Following the light."
"You still are following the light huh?" Ary smiles, "Who set you on the course?"
"I uh...I don't know. He was uh...dark, bright white eyes...snake..."
"Ah! I think I know who you are referring to, I like his other half."
"The...Shadow?"
"Yes." He smirks, "Conversations get really fun. Join us sometime, you know where that door is."
The door. Rook looks behind himself. The door...it's still...what...It's still right there behind him...not that far away.
The fox starts to laugh, he starts to giggle, tilts his head up. "Heheheheh, ah...logic...words...fun to pick apart."
"Here." The fox suddenly says further, his paws reach to Rook, they grab onto him.
Rook feels something. A shiver runs through him, his body...it changes...his claws turn from normal Lycanroc claws to that of larger, thicker slabs, made of rock in of themselves. His Mane of fur, it clatters, chitters...his body...it's grown...gotten larger...some kind of energy is in him...there's a sense of understanding of very many things...
Rook flexes his paws, his arms...muscles flex powerfully in his limbs...he grins and wags his tail. He's become strong, very strong.
"Oh...and these for later." Ary says further, but then he removes his own paws from Rook's slightly large ones. Rook looks down as his fur is still chittering, shaking. What is happening to him?
But in his hands, it's a case...small, oval, tan...a pair of contact lenses.
"Don't put them in until someone who knows what they are...tells you to." Ary smiles at him.
Rook narrows his eyes, he has so many questions, but this place...and now these people...
He just nods, "All right..." And then stuffs the case into his mane of fur, it's where he keeps things. His fur...it hugs onto it, clatters...settles...and Rook smiles at Ary. "Thank you."
"No problem, keep walking, you're almost there I think." He swishes his head, makes a short, awkward bark but quickly keeps speaking, "You're interesting, I like ya, come back later, lets talk. I'm going to visit and pester Drailsin now, hehehehe Narf..." And he walks away towards the door. "Oops, probably shouldn't have slipped his name myself, but well...you see what you see, a name is a name~"
And with that, Ary waves his hand, swishes it up over his head as he turns his back to Rook, "See ya." And he walks away towards the door. And Rook is again, reminded, and surprised...
He's been walking so long. That damn door there...it's still right there, about twenty feet behind him...while that light...it stays just as far away...
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Dark...it's just dark...
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Rook finally...finally...he reaches the light. He feels it, it's right there, in front of him. Fills his vision.
The light glistens, it shimmers, and then he frowns. It flickers, then glows brighter again. Then it happens again, it blinks...in and out a few times, burns again...
Now that he's here...it's going to go out?
"Help..."
Rook looks around, he heard that...
"Hello?"
No response.
Rook tilts his head, the things he's seen...he can't piece it together...
He looks behind himself, he sees that door again...its there...
He turns, goes to it, and knocks.
It opens. A lizard-like man steps out, and Rook knows...it's the snake from before, it's just taken new form. Larger, bulkier, but still just dark with white eyes and the tail is still snapped off and tendrilly, wriggling about slightly as it sees him.
"Oh hey, it's you again. Gonna blind me again?"
"No...no...I don't wanna do that...but...I reached the light...what do I do...?"
The creature grins toothily from the doorway, pearly white on his dark and purple lined face, his tail flicks in amusement. "Talk to it."
"Talk to it...?"
"Yeah...talk to it..." He frowns, tilting his eyes down. "You heard the voice...right?"
The... Rook stammers, "Y-you mean t-the call for help?"
"Yeah, that, answer it, talk to it. Trust me on that. We'll do things later hehe."
"O-okay..."
Rook is so shocked, this reaction the creature gives him, it's so different than before...his door...it kept its presence known...let him see it...
"Why..."
"Have I been following you?" The creature grins slyly. "Hehe, it's kind of simple. I eat light, and you, you are like...a damn fountain of it. It's enticing. But you're...too bright...I can't eat you. But still...I wonder what you're doing here, so I followed anyway..." The dragon thing hisses, tongue flicking out of his snout as if tasting the air around Rook, because he is... "But...I'm here to help you, in this case. In many others too hehe."
"We believe...you're uniquely qualified to get through to it. So just talk to the light." Drailsin continues.
"We...?" Rook asks, his eyes remaining fixed on Drailsin's as he tilts his head.
"Hi Rook!" Tene's voice shouts inside.
"Ah, he returns." Ary is there too, now wearing a pair of very scientific looking gloves. They're just, sitting in the darkness. But no, Rook realizes, there's a table there...they have...cards...
"What...are you playing?" He asks carefully, his eyes flick back to Drailsin, away and back again bashfully.
All three of them grin. Drailsin steps aside, he holds the door open. "Join us. I'll teach you the rules, if you wanna play. The light...it is fading, it does need your help, but it has time...it won't hurt."
Rook feels his heart thud...something other than all this walking...all this thinking...?
"Yes...please." Rook sighs, and walks inside readily, as Drailsin closes the door behind him.
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Time passes, how much Rook is not aware of. He has so much fun with Drailsin, Ary, and Tene. Games...of chance, of skill, of strategy...winners, losers. It didn't matter, it was just fun. It pasts the time.
And then suddenly.
*CRASH!!!!*
The ground; it shakes violently, even Drailsin is knocked off his feet to fall flat with a splat, chin pressed onto the ground as he feels like he's squashed by gravity. Tene falls off a stack of books he was sitting on and reading and giggling to, Ary's notes fall out of his hands to scatter to the floor. Rook's game board is flung, pieces fall everywhere.
"Nooooo I was doing so well!" He whines.
"What was that...it felt enormous." Ary huffs, kneeling to start picking up his notes, "Ugh, gonna lose my place again..."
"It felt...." Drailsin stammers, finally seeming able to unflatten himself from the ground and he quickly starts padding to the door. "Cold...and...there is suddenly floor...can't go downwards..."
Tene is just shaking, he doesn't like sudden and loud noises...but the three of them follow Drailsin to the door as he grips the doorknob.
He opens the door to their room, and they pause, all eyes going wide.
A Monotlith...it has erected itself up within The Infinite...
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"What is it...?" Ary snarls, looking at the Monolith from where he stands with Rook just outside the door, fingers over his chin and rubbing along it.. The Monolith looms, it towers, it stretches up and up and up...never ending, into the darkness' distance...There's a light at the top though, glimmering, they all can see it.
"What is that?" Tene asks, his voice still a little light and shaken from the earlier quake.
"It's so damn huge..." Rook chuckled, looking up at it. "But uh...there might be bigger..." He grins.
"What's the light at the top?" Ary asks him, wondering if the Lycanroc sees it himself.
Rook glows, his body shines, Drailsin doesn't react to his brightness for once, his eyes instead fixed on the light at the top of the Monolith.
Rook tries his hardest, his yellow light fills the darkness around them, but no...he can't reach it...
"It's..." His eyes go wide... "It's...too high...it feels like...it's just stretching itself away from me as I try to reach it..."
Drailsin finally growls, his eyes narrow as he hears that Rook can't reach it. "I don't like it..."
The three turn to him. Drailsin's tail flicks, his body quivers, his form shaking in some kind of anger..."It's light...and I can't have it..."
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Rook is watching the Monolith still, Ary as well... Drailsin went back into the room, very, very deep into it to get away from the light, but the door was still open and Tene was hovering by the door, looking back and forth.
"Ary..." Rook rumbles then, "Why are there two lights?"
"Two...?" Ary asks, in surprise to the Lycanroc.
"Yeah...I see...the light at the top, but uh...that first light, the one Drailsin told me to find, it's still there too."
Ary looks, "I...see nothing."
"I thought so..." Rook said, his eyes fixed on the small spark of light, hovering at ground level...while the other light shines so high in the sky.
There's a moment of silence.
"I'm...gonna go see it...I need...to help it now..." Rook narrowed his eyes, there's a pang in his chest. He spent too long in the room...
"Wait!" Suddenly, Drailsin is at the door, his eyes wide, looking at Rook. "Uh..." The dragon shuffles at the door, turns, his hands running along the wall. He tears at it. Rips it.
"Take this..." The blackness of his wall, the lines it was made of, he begins to bend the lines, zip it, stack them, repeatedly, many many many times. He does it so quickly that it looks like a blur of hand motion, and in the end.
Rests a silver, glitter filled scarf...
Rook looks at it...his fur shivers, "What..."
"You'll need it..." Drailsin growls, his eyes narrow.
Rook shivers again...Drailsin has given him many things in their time together, games, things to learn...but this Scarf...
It's so long, it flitters to the ground of The Infinite, the ends of the frilly thing end just before where their feet touch the floor.
"Take it..." Drailsin repeats, his eyes still narrowed, voice firm, shaking his arms at the Lycanroc.
Rook nods, turns to the Ni'Drasil and he takes the scarf from his arms, careful, he starts trying to wrap it around his neck...his
"No...no..." Drailsin growls, and he grins and rolls his eyes. "Here..."
He reaches up, his arms come up around the Lycanroc's neck, Rook blushes deeply as he dips his head, his tail swishes left and right as he keeps his head dipped as long as is needed, though only getting more flustered in the meantime.
Drailsin notices this, but he says nothing, when he finishes wrapping the scarf around Rook's neck and pulls back, he merely folds his arms and tsks slightly. "Ef it'll have to do...your body makes it hard to meld with..."
Rook knows, he nods and chuckles, feeling very, very awkward. He tries therefore...to leave the moment as it was, and he turns around to begin approaching the light at the Monolith that stands before them...
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Guys...I'm gonna pester you...I'm gonna pester you like hell...I know it...but I -want-, almost feel like I -need- you to read this...
I think I have something here...
A story of a creation who saves his creator...and then gives him a life in turn...A story of realms...A story of...salvation...a Story of Magic...
Drailsin...I need your okay for this...I need you to show me you, like I think you show Ary...your real forms...your real thoughts...your real story. You don't have it written...so I can't view it...I can only see it the way Rook sees it, from the way his story affected him, the way that he saw you...to us, you rule The Infinite, this is your realm...I'm using it here, to type this story, these thoughts...but I need you're okay...your trust that this story will work...
I asked you today if you were the Ouroborus...
I see you like that. You ate your own Light...The Two Headed Snake finally biting its own tail...and thus fueling itself, and all that's left of the tail is the wiggly tendrils...
Tene...I see you as your Wagon, I told you that. But Rook sees you as your Raichu self. I -think- now that you may have other forms I'm not aware of or you're using for others, like your 'other family' that we tease you sometimes about hehe, but I like you as you. I love you. Thank you for taking care of me...for making me food when I'm too distracted in thoughts to do it myself...
Ary...I appreciate everything you have done for me, for us. I told you once I was disgusted that you got to keep the job I wanted...I wanted to hurt you...I am sorry if I did...I told you that already...but again...I am sorry. I love you...I see you as strong and reliable, confident, analytical...You see something like I do...I do not know what it is...but Rook tells me his story for you...it's something special, something I know is connected to my own past...
I see you like that because Rook sees you like that...
If that's an okay thing for you...then leave it like that, Rook'll still fucking come out of me sometimes anyway...but...I wanna show you me...
I can only do so through this Journal...
I pester you like that...I can -be- myself in front of you, I can be what you've seen today, on 6/8/2023...when we moved out of our own place...I feel like I have at least...a -little- more control in myself.
Rook had almost no control today...today it was just mostly me...I wore his form...but it was me...I ended up have damn deep conversations with V in the car because I just ended up showing him my own thoughts. Because I realized that where I can exist like this...who the fuck cares what other people think?
My mind...I can't help it...I see something...I see something I want to...I want to do something. I want you guys there...
I need your help for it...all three of you. I want to see you for who you are, because...it'll make the story...the idea...much more impactful.
And R3...my message to you...that's a request from me too. I want this story on your shelves...I want it in everyone's selves...
I think I have something here...something magical...something powerful and incredibly thought provoking...I think...we can bring other people here, to The Infinite...and I need time...I need opportunity...I need help...
The Infinite...
You guys always told me, when I asked how you do it...you said it was just a kind of...space...
Like...how was I supposed to interpret that...?
I realized it...
Your ideas...are galaxies of their own...aren't they?
Nothing...is original...so why not just be yourself...?
So now...I understand how I can view the world itself...as words...
So I did...and I...created a story. It's here, shelved in my headspace, ready for me to go...With sets...with thoughts...with admissions; stories added by the Galaxy that is Rook...with love, action, adventure and so much other shit to pull from...
I don't know...you can't tell me here...and perhaps in the end, it won't matter. It won't change that I still wanna put it there...
To you...the person, or persons rather; I do get at least more than 1 look...
You read this...do you feel these emotions...? Do you...?
I wanna ask you, and my mates, a question...but before that, I wanna introduce myself to you.
Soon...I will create profiles for this 'character' but...
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"Guys, Guys guys guys guys."
Rooks voice, it rings in the distance. Ary perks, his ears flicker...
"OH GOOD...he's finally...back..." He suddenly coughs...clearing his throat as he sees Rook coming...he has changed...drastically.
"Look...look loook look loooooooook!" Rook shouts, as his light, and now being in his galactic form, comes rushing towards the room very, very quickly from the Monolith. Ary grins. "Hehe, looks like he 'evolved'"
Rook's galactic form surprises them, as the changes he's undergone, at least to his physical form, are that he's become lankier, and his paws have shifted into humanoid looking hands but with only four fingers, the final part of his finger from the knuckle to fingertip are still made of hard, obsidian like rock.The stars and nebulae that that make up his body shifting and churning.
"He's uh...gone...different..." Tene hums, looking him over. "I kind of appreciate the sparkles..."
When Rook finally stamps into the room, Drailsin immediately tackles him.
"ACH!"
"STARS! STARS! GIVE THEM!!!" Drailsin cannot act until Rook had stepped into the Room for some reason, but he seems to just really want the stars, clawing at Rook's body with inky black fingers against his light filled body, though he knows he can't harm him, Drailsin keeps trying anyway.
"Easy! Easy!" Rook laughs, as instead the touch just tickles him, while laying on his back he flicks his paw up into the air. Several stars float off his fur and body to sparkle into the air above them. Drailsin launches up off the Lycanroc, turns into his snake form, eats them as he slithers through the air...and shifts right back to land on his feet with a quick, shaking groan. "Oh...ohhhhhhhh my...delicious..."
"Hehe...I know right...? I can...I can create...I can -make- things!!!!!" Suddenly the Lycanroc's eyes go mad bright with light, and suddenly, there is grass, rushing rivers, waterfalls, pristine looking towns...cities...An image of his own world...
"Oh my...this is..." Ary looks at the image, his eyes wide. "This is..."
"Hehehehehe...hehehehehe..." Rook snickers, begins jumping up and down, his claws clicking together as he brings his hands together like that "I saw it...I saw it...I know what the Monolith is...I know what the light beyond it was..." He's bouncing closer to them all as he says it, a large, mad grin on his muzzle. "I KNOW WHAT'S BEYOND IT!!! HEHEEHEHEH...I KNOW!!! I KNOW WHAT'S BEYOND THE INFINITE!!!"
The other three are just stunned as the Lycanroc's world keeps building up around them, ice capped mountains...and then...humans...they are living, working jobs, lives, saying hello to each other...
"I know!!! I know it!!! We can do this! ETERNITY!!! IT'S FUCKING POSSIBLE!!!"
His mad cackling is next...paws lifting up as he just throws stars up into the sky, they explode, showing visions, visions of worlds. He's in each one, a world created by vision...a world created by thought...created -by- a thought...the stars Drailsin ate? They were already right back in his fur, recreated by his own thoughts...
Yes...Yes...Rook Evolved...
What Rook witnessed, what he felt...what he saw...it overwhelmed him...he felt himself...being killed...and when a pokemon is forced past their limits...
Rook evolved...and became a living galaxy...but all he can do here...is cackle...
Rook suddenly stops, he blinks, quickly pulls his arms down as he becomes quickly ashamed of his outlandish display, "I have someone I want you to meet. He's special to me...he's uh...he's my creator." He's shaking, clacking his claws together while looking at each one of them.
But they don't say anything, their thoughts unable to respond to his concept, he knows this, so he just opens the door...
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You are presented with...A Weaville. He has icy blue eyes with square glasses perched on his nose and brow, blue, white tipped fur. The fringe along the top of his head has been cut several times, the feathers also tinged icy blue and looking like spiked, curved horns. The other feathery wings of his pokemon body has are their normal red hue. He has hands like Rook's four fingered, with long white claws that extend to a slightly long reach, and he stands in front of you with one hand holding the elbow of his other arm, which is tilted up to his head, with one claw tapping his temple.
"Hey there~" He smirks, giving a little grin, "I'm Jack, heh, yah...that Jack." His grin fades a little, almost immediately feeling a large amount of remorse.
"I'm the Jack that...that destroys Rook's world...that kills...so many..." He stops, looking away a moment, closes his eyes... "I just...wanted to help things...but...greed...and love turned to hate..." Suddenly...in the middle of his chest, there's a bright red-orange glow. "And then...a long time of Depression...and then finding new love...and companionship..." A dark and deep purple suddenly joins into the mix, then more orange... "The help of a best friend..." yellow adds in, it's honestly just a small dip...results in an icy purple pink looking color... "A few...other sins that I feel are far more minor...hehe...and..."
That core in his chest suddenly explodes as he closes his eyes and shivers, veins pop around his chest like tendrils spreading through his blood vessels. It doesn't take long for his body to be surrounded by that color, icy blue fur turned deep, dark purple that shimmers like it's made of ice...he keeps visibly shivering. He opens his eyes again, and they have become a deep, deep red...
"This...this is me...I'm a devil in disguise...I'm greedy...I'm evil...feels like 50% of the time hah...I have lots of abilities...skills...a very scientific mind that is just unperturbed to actually go out and find more knowledge cause damn it I only have so many shelves..." He lightly chuckles.
"I'm making a story...I'll help you see it..."
This next part is special and is being omitted from post...sorry, you don't get to see it. Nanananana hehe. Sorry. It's just special...meant for 'eyes only' I guess to say, heh, even to you R3, sorry. Authors keep at least one secret. Yes?
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Remember folks, it's all just a story, just an idea~
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The glowing Lycanroc comes into view from the left side of your vision, he is skipping, striking different poses as he lands on his footpaws, you watch him skip two times before you hear him hum and then start to sing, all while still skipping and just striking more poses, occasionally even stamping both his feet down to just wriggle his ass left and right and then jump with more skipping.
"HHHHHmmmmm I'm...crazy...
I'm crazy and I know it.
I'm crazy and I know it and I'm not afraid to show it.
I'm not afraid to show it cause there's no one here to judge it.
If there was n' they think it then they can suck my dick and choke on it!"
He thrusts his hips forward into the dark with his last few words, sheath and balls wobbling a little, and then puts his paws on his black hole belly, cackling.
"GeHehehehe, yeah...that's good, that's funny~" And then he just pads off to the right out of sight.
Silence...
"HI THERE!" You flinch, as suddenly the Lycanroc's black nose is in front of your face, sparkles dancing off his fur as he sniffs.
"You smell...take a shower." And he just as quickly leans back, his full body in view as he sits down.
"Hehehe, naw just kidding, I can't smell you. Though still, maybe go relax in the shower sometimes. Just let the rain run over you while you relax and think, it can be a really good calming exercise!"
He claps his legs with his paws again as he quickly sits down in front of you, "Anyway! I'm here today cause I wanna talk about something, I wanna show you how I view your guys' world! The world of reality." He waggled his eyebrows at you.
"I view your planet like it's a game board." Rook snickers, as he begins reaching up into his mane of fur with his hands, digging into it. There's the sound of several things clattering around before he pulls out a sphere. It's the planet Earth, he holds it in his paw as it casually spins...
Rook pokes it with a claw, then cuts it apart. There's the sound of gravel...being crunched, shifted around. The Lycanroc uses his power over the Earth itself to force it to flatten out into a flat map. With a spin of the same claw in the air afterwards, the land is quickly cut up into neat hexagon shapes. He can see everything...there's cities, boats, cars...
"Hehe, I view your world like a game of Civilization. From the beginning..." Rook begins, his eyes flicking about to look at different places of the board as he speaks, the cities and such vanish and are replaced with small little huts very quickly, like the world just rewinds... "You've all got your little cities all nice and placed in good places where you have resources and room and land to develop hehe. You all started out so well!" Cities, towns, farms, they start to pop up all over the place as time goes forward again, close to rivers for water, herds for farming, mountains for protection.
"But no matter how many damn times I play the game, someone eventually has a bitch fit about not having enough even though, if they just leave it as they are, they'll exist just fine..." Rook rolls his eyes, as several people from neighboring towns and cities begin fighting each other over food. "One of you wins, and you make workers out of the other. Rebellion, Riot, Tyranny, Crusade!" His eyes go a little wide, the sound of arrows being launched as a rain of them are shot from one town and into another, swords clattering cascade upon parts of the world.
"You rebuild quickly, with knowledge you've already gained, but tensions between you all just builds and builds and builds hehe. You eventually find ways of producing a lot of power and your technology skyrockets!" He snickers, his eyes going wider and his breathing gets a little faster, as coal mines, nuclear plants, and even some oil rigs appear on the map. "All of you keep wanting more and more and more and you begin stealing from each other, threatening one another with nuclear bombs!"
"And then...then the best next part is...this world can't keep up with you! It starts to change...you don't even notice it at first!" He looks down at a very specific spot of the game board, on the coast of Africa...
On the game, the farmland starts to turn from bright green to a sickly looking purple ooze, it spreads slowly to the tile next to it...those affected by it suddenly become zombie-like and turn on others. People start to fight the zombies instead of each other, but the purple ooze holds its grip, spreading faster...
"You see! You see!? It DECAYS!!!" The Lycanroc cackled, looking right up at you with that huge ear to ear grin... "Just like -my- world! GHEHEHEH!"
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Rook reaches the bottom of the Monolith. He pauses at the base, where several small sparkles of light dance across the smooth, dark glossy surface the thing seems made of, the bright speck of light that only Rook can see glows upon it, shimmer and flickering in and out, in and out, like he had see it before.
Immediately, he hears it again.
"Help..."
Rook narrows his eyes, looks at the light. Drailsin...he told him to talk to it...
"What do you need help with...?"
"It hurts..."
"What does...?"
"I'm so alone..."
"Alone..." Rook pauses...
"Help..."
Rook just stares at the light...he feels some kind of emotion, he desires to help them...carefully he lifts up his paw, one claw extending up. He taps the light with the very tip of his claw. There's a sound of a short spark seeming to light and just as quickly.
Pop...
Rook vanishes from The Infinite...
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"That's the moment...Rook first came to me...I'm going to begin...talking about very dark things...things I don't -really- want to talk about, but have to for this story to be complete."
That'll be next...
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