Originally for the WAR, but got way
too long for that. This is a little one-shot I was inspired to write after re-watching a movie starring me, Giratina and the Sky Warrior
. Note this follows the manga-adaption plotline, and the end credits of Sky Warrior
never happened. Instead of conjuring up complex backstories for the assistants of Giratina the Celestial Librarian of Arceus’ Archives, High Goddess/Conductor Lady of Never-Turn-Back the Interdimensional Bus Terminal (or Giratina for short), I figured I would go along with the 'punishment by the gods' thing I had going in Metal Coat
(By the way, I named the town 'Sogneshi' as a combination of 'toshi' - Japanese for 'town' or 'city' - and the Norwegian city of Sognefjorden, one of the bases for the unnamed city itself.)
I N D E B T E D
a f a t e b e t t e r t h a n d e a t h
I entered Never-Turn-Back, the vast expanse of whiteness that had a tendency to get distorted and messed-up when people were in it, completely exhausted.
‘I’ was Giratina the Celestial Librarian of Arceus’ Archives, High Goddess/Conductor Lady of Never-Turn-Back the Interdimensional Bus Terminal (or just Giratina for short). If that wasn’t a clear enough description, I’m the person (Pokémon?) who chronicles everything everyone does and writes it down on a Word document, which is then processed into book form and added to the Archives. The best ones are then reposted on the human Internet under a completely innocent account that gives no hints that I am anything more than a me-
Well, anyway, I was exhausted. Using part of what small power I had left at the time, I transported myself to the Godly Computer of Ultimate Chronicling (that was Arceus’ name for it) or the Dea Procol Machina
(‘Goddess at the machine’ – my name for it, and a pun on the term ‘deus ex machina’). Having done this, I waved the wireless mouse that was sitting near the computer itself, and the screen whirred to life from the blackness.
What? Arceus was paying the bills.
I raised my eyebrows as a pop-up appeared on screen. ‘MESSAGE FROM ARCEUS,’ it declared in important-looking lettering. Knowing what this was about, I selected the ‘View’ option below it. A picture of Arceus and an Arcanine with glowing blue eyes appeared in another screen.
“Greetings, Legendaries,” said the Arcanine, but I wasn’t fooled – I knew that Arceus liked to manipulate Pokémon around him to speak because he was unable to do so himself.
“As you may be aware of by now,” the Arcanine continued, “there has been dangerous human activity near a mountainous area of the Coronet Island – or, as it is referred to by some, ‘Sinnoh’. Though Ho-oh’s pawn and his friends had dispatched the human, he is still sitting in a frozen ship on an iceberg near the region. This man had caused great damage to our resident Librarian, Giratina, and her realm in a different dimension.
“I am sending out this bulletin to ask if anyone receiving this message would like to handle punishment of the troublemaker before I do so myself. You have until Cresselia pulls the Moon high in the sky to respond.”
I frowned. I’m taking this one, definitely.
I pressed a button on the keyboard in front of me and stared into the camera that had now bothered to reveal itself. “Hi, Arceus,” I said. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take care of the guy in the airship.”
I finished recording my short message to the higher-ups and sent it.
Almost immediately after, there was a short transmission back of Arceus nodding. “Giratina,” the Arcanine said, “you may punish him. I will tell the others immediately.”
I nodded and reclined in my floating position above the white floor, stretching like I was in a recliner chair. Smiling, I transported back to my couch. I’ll handle Zero tomorrow. I’m beat.
Miraculously, people had done something correctly – this little mountain town and the bumps and foliage surrounding it was certainly a sight to behold. There wasn’t a great amount of smog bursting from the city limits, and in all honesty the human race had done a pretty good job of preserving the natural beauty of this ‘mountainous area of Coronet Island’.
That’s not why I’m here,
I reminded myself. Stop sightseeing and get the show on the road.
Poking my head down below the clouds to search for the crash site, I scrutinized the blended green and brown that made up the land below me. Finally, in the natural colors appeared an enormous, gleaming white blob. Figuring this was the glacier I was looking for (how many glaciers are you going to find in Sogneshi, when there’s not even any in Snowpoint?), I very stealthily dropped out of the sky.
As I fell, my body slowly began to transform, and by the time I hit the ground I was a human girl again. It was proper attire for hiking up an iceberg; thick gray clothes, a fleece hat, and so forth. However, I had black claws with red tips instead of hands, and they hardly ever got cold – which means I could use them to wedge myself into the ice to climb.
Sort of like what humans called a… uh… what’s the word… toothpick, or something.
I progressed slowly, heading towards the glacier that now looked much, much bigger from a ground view. In the process, I became re-accustomed to the workings of the human body. Even if I was granted a body like this from Arceus, and even if I did used to use it all the stinkin’ time, my knowledge of the human body had waned from disuse, blocking itself in the darkest depths of my head.
As I pondered this, I seemed to have forgotten one of the most important rules – ‘Look where you’re going’. I tripped over an Aron who was snoozing on the ground.
As I jumped and frantically attempted to speak Pokémon in these unusual vocal cords, the Aron glowered at me. Finally, after some scratchy, odd noises, I was able to do a strangely-accented impression.
“GrooOOOoooh,” I said. “GrrrarrroooOOOOoongh.” This basically meant, ‘I’m sorry I tripped over you, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Arrr-rrron,” it responded. ‘Don’t do it again, moron.’ The tiny gray eyes glowered at me from under a steel mask of a head, as big as the Pokémon's body. It was entirely armored in gray iron, except for a few areas where the black flesh showed through.
I rolled my eyes as the Aron slowly plodded away towards a structure that looked large and extremely pointy. Noticing the shadow cast by the large, pointy thing, I turned around to examine what he seemed to be progressing towards. I couldn’t help but whistle in surprise at the sight of it.
It was a giant airship, slowly being eaten down to a plot of smeared dirt by every variety of steel-eating Pokémon imaginable.
Mostly the iron-plated Aron and Lairon were hooked onto various parts of the enormous structure, ripping off shreds of metal and eating them for breakfast. There was also a stray Magnemite or two hovering around the metal contraption and probably looking for some electricity that may have been retained, but most of them were clinging magnetically onto the higher parts and trying not to get themselves eaten by the Lairon.
I shook my head sadly, letting the blond hair dangle down behind me. After pushing the black mask that covered half of my face up higher, I continued to walk towards the giant slab of ice. I tried to keep a slow pace to enjoy the scenery. Despite my best efforts, the shadow of the enormous machine that was built to harness me constantly loomed overhead. I soon broke into a run.
Scrambling up the iceberg, I desperately hoped nobody could see me.
Sometimes, I didn’t stick in my claws hard enough and slipped from the water slowly dripping down the slab of ice. Another good reason,
I thought. If he isn’t evacuated from this thing, the water will fill in the ship and he’ll drown. That’s not a fitting punishment for something like this.
I could see a few pointy remains of the OTHER ship sticking out from the ice a little ways above me, so that served as a reminder that I was getting closer to my victim. As much as I wanted to strangle that man until he dropped, Arceus still had rules – and death by suffocation wasn’t acceptable in this situation, unfortunately.
And provoking Arceus was not
a good thing to do.
In fact, provoking Arceus was like doing something very similar to a fictional Italy-based group of published characters who are practically ageless, have a leader with a tendency to dramatize things, and are in a series that I most definitely did NOT think was utterly horrible except for a few redeeming points in a certain scene in a certain book-
Okay, I’ll stop now. To use an easier synonym to the masses: Provoking Arceus was like provoking the Volturi clan and screaming in their faces, “HI, I’M PROVOKING YOU, AREN’T I? YEAH, I JUST [whatever provoking thing you did] UNDER YOUR NOSE AND I’M BEING TOTALLY EVIL NOW AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT, YOU STUPID OLD ITALIAN MORON VULTURE PEOPLE! HA HA HA!”
So strangling was not, unfortunately, an option.
I scrambled up the last few feet to my destination: the cockpit of Zero’s freakishly familiar flying machine. It was at this point that I realized I should have brought a Fire-type with me, which I unfortunately didn’t. Scanning the surrounding area for any Pokémon capable of spewing flammable gas from their mouths, I came up empty. In fact, the only Pokémon around were the Steel-types feasting on the big ship and a bird in the distance, flying towards the iceberg.
I briefly considered asking it for help, but then remembered that the only Fire Pokémon that looked like that were Ho-oh (who was in Johto right now) and Moltres, whose destination was unknown.
However, Moltres’ destination soon became known as it hovered a few feet above the ice.
“Wassup, girl?” it squawked, a soft chattering noise accompanying it from the narrow orange beak clacking together. “Why you in a person’s body now?”
“Because, Moltres,” I explained, inching away from the broad yellow wings that happened to be tipped with bright (and very hot) fire, “If I were a thirty-foot-high dragon thing I’d be spotted immediately. And plus the mechanic over here might freak out too early.” I patted the closed hood that sat encrusted in ice.
Moltres nodded, wanting to look like he understood. He preened his pale yellow chest feathers for a few seconds, and then spoke again. “Oh. Cool. Well, uh, I’ll just be going now…” Small black eyes darted skyward, probably trying to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible - how he saw past the big plume of fire on his head, I don't know.
“No, I need you!” I said as he flapped his wings to get moving again. “Could you melt off the little ice that’s here so I can get to Zero before he dies of hypothermia or something?”
Moltres lowered one wing to the ice. It melted slightly. Frowning, the giant yellow bird Legendary spat a small tongue of flame at it. This did the job, and I waved him away with a thank you.
“Now…” I murmured, pulling open the lid. “We’ve got to get you out of here.”
I grabbed the still-unconscious Zero’s right arm and pulled him out of the machine, noticing the lowered heat his body radiated. He’s already too cold,
I noticed, frowning. Cold enough to have tears frozen on his face, in fact. I shouldn’t have waited a day. Hopefully I can get him to wake up again…
I hauled the man over my shoulder, kneeled down in an attempt to support his body weight, and conjured a hole to Never-Turn-Back right below me. Within a few seconds gravity took over, and two humans disappeared from the mountain.
[brief_third-person_stuff]Meanwhile, a troop of Officer Joes and their Arcanines arrived at the base of the icy tower. After having a lot easier time getting up, they noticed some things were slightly wrong: the ship was already melted, the cockpit was already opened, and the suspect (commonly referred to while not on an investigation or in front of a nearby Officer Jenny as ‘that dude in yellow’) had mysteriously disappeared… [/brief_third-person_stuff]
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