[Uxie was reluctant to make use of his human form. Bit by bit, however, he was coming to realize that it was something of a necessity. As his natural self, Uxie was roughly a foot high, including his tails, and weighed less than a pound. This wasn't much of a problem in the wilderness, but this was an environment built for humans. Cooking in pots big enough to serve as swimming pools, wielding toothbrushes that were like paint rollers to his tiny form, struggling to lift books that weighed many times more than him... it was all something of an inconvenience, to say the least. He could overcome some of his difficulties through liberal use of telekinesis, but he'd been asleep for an awfully long time... using his powers so often when he'd grown unused to that level of work was terribly tiring.
In the privacy of his own home, he'd begun to spend more time as a human, simply for the sake of conserving energy. In public, however, he avoided going human as much as possible -- it was to be used only when he did not wish to be recognized.
This weekend, however, there were two instances where human Uxie wandered into the public eye.
The first was to leave a vase of flowers and a small bundle at Bob's doorstep. Uxie rarely referred to Arceus as his mother, instead preferring the term Original One... but it would be awfully coldhearted to ignore his creator on Mother's Day, wouldn't it? Inside the bundle were a few petit-fours, carefully decorated in Uxie's precise, meticulous hand.
Arceus, being Arceus, was probably perfectly aware that three woefully inadequate batches were tossed out before he was satisfied with that one. It's a terrible thing when a perfectionist is less-than-gifted in the kitchen.
The second instance of Uxie using his human form was for a far less touching, cause, however.]
[This weekend, you might have caught wind of a rumour that's been going around. Maybe you overheard it in the dorm common room, maybe someone mentioned it over lunch, maybe it came up on somebody's Facebook page. If you feel like doing some amateur sleuthing, you might find out that everyone's friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend first heard it off of some dark-skinned kid they'd just recently met. Curious indeed.
So what's the big rumour?
Did you know that Brock recently received advice from a fortune-teller that a drastic move would lead him to true romance? Yeah? Well, isn't it awfully strange how Brock and Zelda both had to leave at the exact same time? With no return date supplied? That's not a coincidence.
Zelda and Brock have eloped.]