The good doctor is letting him out for a bit...
[In the CMA floats a dark-skinned youth, just hovering in a relaxed position a few feet off the ground, his expression relatively blank. Even odder, the air around him is much thinner than it should be, making it difficult to breathe for anyone withing a five foot radius of him. Within two feet, it's almost a vacuum, though the momentarily human-shaped legendary within seems completely unaffected. Around this strange air pressure lock, the wind slowly swirls.
You don't even need to be able to read aura to feel the sheer wrongness permeating the atmosphere around him. It prickles the skin and leaves a slight nauseous feeling in the pit of the stomach, even to those who are the least spiritually aware. For those who can read aura, it's black and lashing violently within the confines of the air lock, contrasting heavily with the almost serene look on Ziz's face as he watches people and Pokemon come and go.]
It's funny... How they scurry around like little bugs.... Where are they going, I wonder?
You don't even need to be able to read aura to feel the sheer wrongness permeating the atmosphere around him. It prickles the skin and leaves a slight nauseous feeling in the pit of the stomach, even to those who are the least spiritually aware. For those who can read aura, it's black and lashing violently within the confines of the air lock, contrasting heavily with the almost serene look on Ziz's face as he watches people and Pokemon come and go.]
It's funny... How they scurry around like little bugs.... Where are they going, I wonder?