OOC: That's great! Although it's going to be quite a challenge to view this RP from several perspectives, I think it would be more inetresting that way. Thanks, Flygon_Trainer. Here I come ...
IC: A giant whirlpool erupted from the ocean as the storm was getting more and more vicious. Blinding flashes of lightning and the cracking blast of thunder were combining in a monstrous harmony to create the worst storm ever. One couldn't tell the difference between night and a day like this one. Amazingly, the weather was experiencing a strange metamorhosis once the storm reached the shoreling. There instead of rain and darkness, the blinding rays of a blazing-hot sun were shining upon the land. On the edge of the storm and the beginning of the desert (for the land had become so arid from the continous drought) stood several shadows. Occasionally a mighty roar would raise above the vicious symphony of the storm and then die away. The assembly of the legendaries was taking place on the shore. The next destination was discussed and it was still to be decided. Some of them lifted their gazes towards the direction of Lylicove, others were just standing there, heads low. Pokemon and humans had lived together for many centuries. "Who are we to decide the fate of humans?" - some of the legendaries were asking silently. But there were others who found the idea of getting rid of humans attractive. "I've seen enough of all people. They bring nothing good. They are all evil and they have ill intentions when it comes to pokemon. They look upon us as nothing but tools. Yes, some of them are noble, brave, and honest; but do we sacrifice all pokemon to save those few people, who can be counted on my hand's fingers?" - sounded the angry psychic voice of MewTwo. Groudon had heard enough - with a powerful roar he silenced all. They had to reach unity for if they were divided among themselves, they had no chance in whatever they started doing. However, the titan of Earth did not want to take part in all this. He did feel some bitterness in MewTwo's words and he knew right away that the psychic pokemon was reluctant to continue as well. They had to find some other kind of solution, but until then, one more city had to be sacrificed - the humans had to realize that they cannot go on like that. Groudon slowly turned and headed towards the closest mountain, leaving all of the others behind. A powerful kind of emotion had awoken in the ancient creature - one that it had not felt before, and was probably not going to feel again. On one side there was the urge to continue, to teach the humans a painful lesson that they would never forget. On the other side, there was the attraction to them - the deeply underlying truth that pokemon were not pokemon if humans were not a part of that world. Weren't all of the legends who wished for that so deeply disappointed that they saw no other solution? Or were they simply seeing what Groudon wasn't able to see - the dark side of humanity, which longed for destruction and death? There wasn't a simple asnwer to that. He remembered...
When he took to sleep, the battle with Kyogre was not the only reason. A similar question stood then before the legendaries, but they managed to resolve it peacefully. Now the matter was much more serious. The destiny of all humans was to be decided.