[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- ( Read more... )

[Black storm clouds roll in from the ocean, painting the sky ominously dark, even though it's the middle of the day. Lightning arches between clouds as the ocean churns from the winds ( Read more... )

Tiny!Quaza has discovered a car. Why is a car parked in the middle of the CMA? Who knows. Ziz doesn't even know what it is. He's busy floating around it, peering into the windows and occasionally gnawing on the rear-view mirror.

Correct the oblivious dragon/laugh at his confusion?

There's a miniature storm in the CMA, covering only a few square yards, and only about a hundred feet off the ground. Obviously, this is not a natural phenomenon ( Read more... )

There's an irritated growl coming from over in one corner of the CMA, and what looks to be a small, isolated thunderstorm covering about ten square meters, while the rest of the island enjoys nice, peaceful weather conditions.

At the heart of this tiny storm is the small, black Rayquaza (Or as Giratina so affectionately dubbed him; Flygoth), ( Read more... )

The sky darkens with storm clouds as a somewhat familiar shape rushes across the island, bringing with it sheer and howling winds ( Read more... )