*Giratina stomps out of the shadows into the central meeting area, a rather nefarious grin on his face. He is followed by a pack of ghosts, two of which are Dusknoirs that are carrying a small wooden booth and a Sableye with a marker tucked behind its ear that runs after them carrying an overly large sign above its head. Giratina finally stops in
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"How 'bout my Zubat? It's fat as a Wailmer and for swiftness of mind a rock out speeds it."
Greedily he eyes the gems, and even makes a move to step closer to them in some futile moment of lurkness.
"If not that, what about my laptop, nail clippers, AND my radio communicator. Sweet deal, huh?"
Prod prod grin.
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Hmm, well, price is also determined on how long you wish to be gone, so until I know that, we can't really discuss prices, now can we~?
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He backs up a bit. Never liked ghosts.
"...Yeah, how long, oh, about a week I guess. Gives me enough time to end the world a bit, you know, bombs and all."
Then he actually thinks about it. Of course he'd wanted to go back all this time, but he'd gotten used to being three-dimensional. And what would people say once he got back, how would he explain to them where he'd been, or the legendaries he'd seen, that he spoke to Arceus itself?
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Fame. Hell yes he was leavin'.
"Yes, only for a week. Now," he set down the briefcase and opened it, "may I interest you in a few human inventions as payment?"
He began to take out various things, including a magic eight ball, and a seemingly plain metal box with a button on it that could do anything in the universe except turn into a phone.
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*Giratina pauses at that; originally his plan was to trick more people into being his servants, but the contents of the briefcase are all things he's never seen before. He points at the magic eight ball with a wing*
That. What does it do?
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Smirk. He looks up at Giratina for a moment, the follows its wing.
"Oh, that's just something that will answer all of life's problems."
The Galactic grunt shoved it lightly with his boot.
"You ask it a question, shake it, wait for a bit, it gives you an answer."
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Hmm~ *he pokes at the magic eight ball a bit before pointing at the metal box*
What about that one?
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"That's one of the trashed inventions of the Galactic scientist peeps. Originally it sprouted a metal arm and I used it as a clothes line, but here it's gotten wonky. Folded itself into a flamethrower once."
Rivai shrugged to himself.
"Seems like it could turn into just about anything now. I guess this island messed it up somehow."
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How amusing! Alright, this is certainly adequate payment. Let's set up a pass~ *and he puts the now-lawnmower down and plucks a gem out of the box*
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Rivai puts away the other things, then holds out his hand for the gem. Giratina did seem quite pleased. Though, he had to ask...
"Does the gem know where I want to go?"
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There we go, now it knows where you're from! *he briefly touches it to the metal piece on his own forehead before holding it out to Rivai*
Now it's activated, so the moment you take it, it'll take you to your dimension. Just touch it to your head again when you want to come back, though it will bring you back automatically after two weeks.
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And he really does look absolutely demented with joy. Rivai takes the gem and is, simply, gone.
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Good luck destroying the world, you crazy-ass little human~
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