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February 7th, 2009 (6:53 AM). Edited June 5th, 2009 by Giratina ♀.
what's your sign?
Join Date: Apr 2008
Please note that the things about to happen in this chapter did not come out of left field... I just placed a lot of good hints. ;D
Ignore the Man in the Strangely Familiar Jacket
(chapter two, the second chapter of the story. usually it is a boring chapter to bridge the gap to chapter three. usually.)
Caro’s confusion was not at all uncalled for. For, you see, Helio didn’t look much like his companions at all.
He was taller than the two teenagers looking at him, about six feet, give or take; a full foot taller than his traveling companions. He was also paler than they were, and obviously at least ten years older, if not more.
In fact, just about every visible part of him was different than those of Caro and Kris; his hair was not nearly as long as theirs, but was shorter, spikier, and a somewhat unnatural shade of blue; steel blue or something along those lines. His eyes were also slightly narrower than theirs were, but Caro wasn’t totally sure if he was doing this on purpose or if it was just a natural thing. His eyes were a rather odd gray color that seemed to look right through you sometimes, and other times were just there, not looking like they did anything.
The pelt on his torso was all white, though it was a bit hard to tell because there was a much more interesting gray one above it, with a medium-sized gap down the middle. This was all fine and good, but the thing that really made it set out was the unusual design. Two thick gray lines seemed to be going around the gray pelt near where it ended, and a rather oddly-shaped charcoal patch lay under the lines, in a pattern that is rather difficult to describe with words alone. It consumed half of the back part of the outer pelt, but bent inwards to be covered by the other gray lines. What a weird costume. The parts of the pelt that went down his arms were also black, as was the longer pelt going down his legs.
However, the most important thing of all was also the smallest and arguably the least noticeable; a stylized Unown rune (G) was in plain sight on the upper right side of his gray pelt, over near the sleeve.
By now, you have probably figured out from the description Helio’s human counterpart was by now, if you haven’t already.
“It’s a long story.” Cyrus muttered.
“Story? I want to hear it.” Kris quickly got up from her sitting position. She quickly lost her balance and leaned against the nearest object – unfortunately, that nearest object was Caro.
“Watch where you’re going!” He exclaimed as Kris grabbed his arm. “Geez, will I have to explain the basics of walking to you?”
She cut off his grumbling with a prompt “shut up, Caro.”
Cyrus turned and looked down at the two children who used to be his only allies – he wouldn’t call them friends, but allies seemed suitable - in the dimension where he had been imprisoned in for the last... ten years or so, was it? His human body didn’t seem to age during the period he was a Magneton, so it wasn’t so easy to tell.
“Well...I don’t exactly know all the details just yet.” Cyrus looked up at the sky for a moment, and then brought his gaze down again. “Maybe I did, and Uxie wiped my memory. I’m not sure.” He paused for a second, before continuing on. “I...have done some things I can’t say have been very helpful in my life.” He folded his arms and leaned against a lamppost, looking up into the now darkening sky, Skorupius and Draconair shining brightly.
“Most people have. They had stolen something, or told a lie, or something along those lines. I did...something much more complicated.” Caro and Kris listened, attention unwavering, as they learned the previous – and incredibly unexpected - human life of their best friend. They were fine with referring to him as a friend, even though they had only known him for a year. (You see, time flows differently in Caro and Kris’ home universe. What was one year there could have been ten years here, and probably was.)
After he had finished, Kris was silent, but Caro had a question, as usual.
“So...how did you know about the Galaxy Key?”
Cyrus hesitated for a moment, and then replied in his standard monotone.
“While doing research work on the Red Chain, the Dimension Key – as well as Jirachis’s Key - was listed as a required item in quite a few of my... resources. I couldn’t find them anywhere. So I think you can imagine my reaction when one of the two things that had doomed my plan to fail was sitting in front of me on a little stone pillar in some mountain in an alternate universe, with moonlight being sucked into it.”
Cyrus was silent after that. He quite clearly wasn’t planning on saying anything more.
“So...what do we do now?” Caro asked, looking around, and then cocked his head to one side. Kris seemed to have gotten over the fact that her best friend had once tried to destroy and recreate the human universe, but was still shaking a little bit. She tried to analyze the story in her head, really not wanting to believe it.
“I honestly don’t know.” Cyrus looked around, gaze sweeping over the marshy landscape, not noticing anything in particular except the expanse of mud.
“Y-you said you came from Sunyshore City, didn’t you? So let’s go there. You must be pretty eager to see your hometown after seeing nothing but talking Pokemon for a year?” Kris pointed out, still a bit shakily. She didn’t completely understand the different places’ timeflow yet. After all, they had only been here for one human-time day.
Nobody seemed to have had a better idea, so Cyrus removed a Pokeball from his pocket. He tossed it into the air, and it opened, spreading the red light into shape of a Honchkrow, much to Caro and Kris’ surprise and slight horror. Not a very happy Honchkrow, but a Honchkrow still.
It squawked angrily at its owner, and then snatched the Pokeball from his hand and violently and angrily crushed it in two. Having broken the seal binding it to the person who hadn’t done anything Pokemon care-related to it in nine or ten years, the Honchkrow flew off into the night, heading in the general direction of what Cyrus could only assume to be Eterna Forest.
“Well, so much for air transportation.” Cyrus said blankly. “If we’re planning to go anywhere, it looks like we’ll be doing it on foot.”
“Well, then, let’s go!” Kris chirped, and immediately set off in a random direction. Caro sighed and put his hand on his forehead, but stopped to glance at his hand; he wasn’t quite used to this ‘Human’ concept yet.
“Do you even know
to get to Sunyshore City?” He asked with a told-you-so tone, purposefully trying to provoke Kris.
“Well, do you?” Kris turned around and huffed back, and turned to Cyrus – but he was already walking in the direction opposite of where Honchkrow had flew off in a very Honchkrowlike rage, probably to find itself some minions. Minions, it probably felt, were long overdue.
“Woah – hey, wait up!” Caro and Kris dashed after their friend, who had longer legs and thus was going much faster than they were, even though he was moving at a slower pace and had to dodge around the expanse of marshy mud. Caro was used to this speed difference, since he used to have stubby Raichu legs and could only get around anywhere near quickly on all four paws, but Kris wasn’t – her muscular Persian body could have outraced him in Magneton form in an instant.
As Caro chased along behind his friend, he took a better look up at Cyrus, who didn’t seem to be using much effort but was still going faster than they were. Was this Human really the same slightly creepy but lovable Magneton he had known just a few days ago? It didn’t make any sense at all. The fact he had an already-established reputation as a lunatic wasn’t helping, either.
“Hey, where are you going?” Kris asked, panting slightly. “Sunyshore City?” Cyrus shook his head, but didn’t turn around.
“No.” he said. “I am heading in that general direction, but I have a few stops to make first. We will be circling around Sinnoh, and when we get back to our starting point, here, that is when we will set off for Sunyshore City.” And with that, he kept walking, checking back every once in a while to make sure Caro and Kris were still alive. He, to be honest, wouldn’t put dying on their first day past them.
For those of you who don't know, the psuedonym 'Helio' wasn't something that I just thought sounded cool. It is, in fact, still Cyrus' name - just in the Spanish version of the game. As for how he thought of it, a little knowledge of myths and legends (and a self-appointed position of 'Sun') goes a long way, hmm?
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