((Today's entry is unique. It comes in two waves, and I'll have the second one up later.))
Monday 14/05/2007
@12:51am
The Messengers...
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It has been a while since this last happened.
I encountered my Rival, Cresselia, whilst moving on through my usual route. We never spoke a word to each other. My hands quivered in excitement; it was an almost unbearable feeling just to shoot Her down, especially during the Nights where I am gaining power. She noticed whom I was and paused, levitating in Her spot for only a moment. But then, She silently whisked by me as if I did not exist.
Her strange action could be due to the Bad Dreams I had already inflicted upon several Trainers earlier. Her life is about saving Them, and seeing Them suffer is something She would rather not want. But to meet me during such a night... It would have ultimately been consequential in her case.
I wonder not on the ordeal. I simply go where I am intended to go, into the Dreams of the Trainers and their Companions... to cause more pain, suffering, chaos... in a realm where no one -- but I -- can reach.
After the night was finished, I returned to my humble Newmoon for a day's rest. By now, the Drifloon and Drifblim were awaiting me. You see, whenever the night passes into day, the Messengers as they are called go to Her's and Mine's homes and await orders from us, because We would have no way of summoning them. So... they summon themselves, by order of master Arceus. It has been a continuing trend... like the pact between Giratina and I, which has been so abruptly broken by an unknown one...
The Messengers first started appearing after the first natural deaths in the World. The Spirits of the Deceased were restless. They did not want to live forever in either the Above nor the Netherplace. To avoid this, they are given two choices: One is to either go to the Above or the Netherplace, depending on the deeds you have done in your life: positive, you go to the Above; negative, you are sent to the Below, the Netherplace... The other choice is to become a messenger for others, to eternally serve the needs of those who require long-distance partners to far away lands. To eternally be a messenger... to forever serve the needs of others. It may sound like a choice one can easily regret. But, whenever you've been recruited into the Group of Messengers, your mind is erased and your entire being is transformed. You become a Pokemon -- whether you were once Trainer or another type of Pokemon, it matters not. Your life is to send messages across the world, and to keep your route for as long as you live.... unless you are captured, which often happens, especially on the sixth day of the week, Friday. However, only one Drifloon or Drifblim is allowed to be captured every Friday, and they are normally sent to Sinnoh... to a Windworks Factory, to await capture. This can sometimes draw numerous crowds. However, recently, Drifloon- and Drifblim-training Trainers have been giving away the Eggs to awaiting Trainers, so the problem has long since dissolved.
The Messengers carry their messages through Word of Mouth -- whatever is said by the actual Messenger has to be entirely memorized, however long it is. I've heard tales of Drifloons and Drifblims that have completely remembered messages that took almost a week's worth to say. I believe such messages come from gossip, or news to television studios in larger cities in the World.
The key is to their empty minds. As their names suggest, they are like balloons -- you fill them with air, and when the air is expelled, you can fill it again. The words fill their empty minds (they have more than enough space to store), then whenever they finish their messages, they lose all thought of it and go off to be restored again by words.
Strange creatures, those Messengers... You can see them almost as commonly as Wingull now. They always stay somewhere in the clouds, hidden away from spotting Trainers, above storms, and anything else that could be life-threatening on the ground to prevent them from completing their task... I have yet to hear of a Messenger that has failed to accomplish a mission.
Now, the Drifloons and Drifblims before me are waiting for me to choose. I pick one of them, and send off the others. Whichever one I pick carries my message to whomever I please... To the ends of the Earth, to the gates of the Netherplace. It is their mission.
Now, I choose one... A Drifloon this time... to carry a message for me. To Shadow Master Giratina. I will request a meeting with him, dealing with Our contract that has yet to be broken... though this time, I will be the one inviting him.
Until that time, may I seize thee in my grasp, to forever Torment... until the mind reels with the occurance of Death, and the eternal Slumber...
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Monday 14/05/2007
@10:45pm
The Unknown...
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Earlier... I called for Shadow Master Giratina to my beloved Newmoon. As I suspected, he was far from obliged to accepting my invitation, but he did so none the less...
We met that following evening. I awaited him patiently... I could feel his energy traveling over the ocean, towards my residence.
He appeared before me in a whisp of black air, his aura deepening, swirling, then disappearing. He had arrived in secret -- no one was to be aware of his presence here.
I started our conversation in the usual manner. How are things at Turnback... Any suspicious activity as of late...
Then I asked. About the night when I supposedly entered Turnback. He glared at me, that Giratina. It was apparent he had not forgiven "me" of the incident. I wonder why he is so strict on the matter...
Whence he had finished some rageful sentences, I told him about my visit to master Arceus, and informed him that the Original One had no information for me... but that he was aware of the situation. Giratina did not say anything. His eyes were a deep crimson and it was difficult to extinguish hatred from belief. But, eventually, he accepted the answer and snorted, displeased. He was not so much upset for blaming me for the incident, oh no. It was the fact that he was fooled -- he had been played with. It could have been possible, I stated, that whomever entered his cave was trying to break the current relationship I had with the Shadow Master. I don't understand why he or she would do such a thing, especially against the Shadow Beast and I.
Giratina nodded as his response, adding on the fact that whomever it was that entered the cave must have been a shiftshaper -- because it has the same dark form and essense of I. This was quite the shock to me, as I haven't come across anything with an Evil matching my own. The only Creatures both the Basilisk and I know of to transform are Ditto and Mew... but what would those simple Creatures want with us? And now, of all times? It could have been possible that I had afflicted a certain Creature with a NightMare, and they swore revenge against me... How foolish! If this is true, I swear unto the master's cross that I shall never leave the one be! Damned are those who follow it!
Giratina and I had more discussion after that, simply accepting the fact that neither was in the wrong, and only talking about any rumors that had been afloat since the incident.
Then Giratina mentioned Her.
He said that She -- Cresselia, my Mortal Enemy -- had been in an off schedule as of late. Such reports come from the wandering Ghosts of the night, whom noticed Her skimming the skies in search. Whatever She could be searching for, it matters to me not. However, it does spark my curiosity. My Mortal Enemy, acting so strangely since the day I had been framed... She could have some possible connection to the ordeal. But, for now, I shall have to wait and see.
Giratina left without another word of the ordeal, only saying that if I wanted to find out about Her, it would be in my best interest -- and my best interest only -- to summon Her to my island. I scowled at the thought! Having Her infect my island with her presence? It's treason! I would never be caught dead with Her in my sight!
...But, maybe I am being too naive about it. Such a serious situation, and all I can do is complain without action. I am Darkrai Darkurai, the Pitch-Black Prince of Evil! The time of the New Moon draws near, and I still haven't found the criminal of Giratina and I, whom almost so foiled our beloved companionship.
...It could be... in my best interest to summon Her. It's not that I am interested in anything else She has to share, definately not. But I must... be becoming so desperate as to call to her. To sound like a begging dog waiting to be put out of its misery... It truly is disgraceful.
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But She might know something. She might. And if She does, the information could help me capture and punish this new adversary!
It isn't as if I am forming a companionship with Her. She is but a splinter in the side now. Her powers are weakening by the days' passings... I will be at nearly full strength by the time She arrives to me. She will be begging for mercy...
Don't kill me...
Darkrai, show me mercy...
Please...
I beg of thee...
How I so wish to hear these words from Her mouth! I will ruthlessly destroy her, on my on inhabitance...
But where would the honor be in that? To kill Her when I am at full strength... I have always dreamed about annihilating Her when the New Moon and Full Moon are halved... so that our powers are truly equal. A duel, lasting whenever a failure is proclaimed! Yes... That is how I have invisioned it...
I shall wait until that day to smite Her from the face of this pitiful planet. For now... I will just summon Her... Yes. Summon her... like a slave to the master, when the slave's strength has nearly depleted... It pleases me to hear that.
I will return in one night's time with anything. Perhaps I will extract something useful from Her for once in Our lives.
It matters to me not either way.
Until then...