by dervivaire » Thu Jun 04, 2009 1:08 pm
"It is good that nothing happened..." the Alakazam spoke softly to himself. Meanwhile Faustina kept on singing her song, which drifted ever so slowly throughout the street, she wasn't singing that loudly now, just loud enough for the song to perhaps drift to the street below. A few Pidgy that had been flying suddenly dropped out of the sky, only to be caught by the Alakazam and mentally placed upon a balcony across the street. Drowsiness can be a bad thing for airborne Pokemon.
Eventually Faustina yawned ever so quietly, and lay down on the bed, still singing. Once she got in full swing not even sleep stopped her.
As she dropped off the Alakazam began to wonder what the Ambipom had meant earlier by "other Pokemon people", he could only think that other creatures such as Faustina must also exist now in the human world. "Hmmm, I think that I should look into this a little more..." he mumbled to himself, and mentally searched for other minds in the area. "Hmmm" He said once more "No mental presences on this floor, perhaps I should wait for them to come to me?" he sat down and meditated for a while.
After a short while, he opened his eyes sharply, and looked directly out to the balcony, a few minutes later, and a Pidgeot landed swiftly on the railing.
"Elder, the island-"
"I know George, It is gone."
"But.. how?"
"This little one caused the great deal of the devastation, however, the root of the trouble lies with the dragon-types and the Crea Island Pokemon. If you seek justice, seek them." he looked at the singing, sleeping form of Faustina "She had no control over her actions at the time."
George looked at Faustina angrily for a second, then softly once again "Ahh, it can't be helped. But, did you see what was left of the place once she'd finished with it?"
"I did, I lied to her about it though. If she knew I had seen what her power could do she would quiz me on it to no end, and I could never reveal to her the sheer malice she exuded whilst she did this. No, some things are better off knowing."
George nodded, "If that is the case then I shall seek out the Creans, and after that... Well, I was thinking of searching for my trainer once again."
"If that is what you have decided then I wish you the very best of luck" he gave off tendrils of psychic energy to the Pidgeot, and revitalised him.
"Thank you Elder," George turned to face the city "by the way..." he looked back "Thank you for the beacon, I would never have found you without it."
"If by any chance someone had survived the onslaught, I thought it best to mark this place, and I see that my foresight has not yet failed me. I wish you best of luck, once again"
The Pidgeot flew off into the sky.
The Alakazam sighed, "Elder... I won't be called that by anybody now... Save for her of course." He went back to his meditation.
Diamonds may fall at eventide
But we’re still waiting for
Their light to shine
Diamonds fall at Eventide
But we still watch for
Celestial brides
