|| Darkness Cometh || OPEN ||

[LiGH]

The evening was mild. The sun was beginning to set in the far west. Cool ocean water, dappled by brilliant orange and rose, lapped gently at the sandy beach. There was a wind in the air that stirred the trees and tall grass nearby. It broke the rustic silence that had fallen over the area previous.

A lone Krabby, dusty copper in the twilight, sidestepped along the shore in a lull. It was not such a rare site to spot a Krabby there on Pallet Town's beach. Rather, one should have seen more wandering about. They were oft spotted squabbling over territories in the sand, blowing bubbles out to sea, or lazing about in the dusk.

But that night there was only one. A single, clattering Krabby that had now stopped to stare out at the thrumming sea. From its mouth expanded a bubble. The bubble expanded and deflated as the crab Pokemon inhaled and exhaled. Every now and then it would clack its claws -- one-two, one-two -- as if to an imaginary beat.

It only was only concerned with other things when a distant shape appeared on the horizon. An inky blot in the darkening indigo sky, becoming larger every second. The Krabby blinked its bulging eyes, ogling the oncoming shape with suspicion. Something, some normally deadened primal instinct, sprang up in its gut. The tempo increased; its claws clacked faster.

The instinct beat underneath its shell like a pounding urge. It told the Pokemon to flee. To flee far off, somewhere safe. Eventually, the Krabby could ignore it no longer. The bubble emanating from its mouth burst with a small pop. Its legs vibrated for a moment. Then it quickly burrowed its way into the sand, down into the sodden depths, leaving the beach back in its desolate state.

But the dunes did not remain idle for long. The creeping shape, once a distant shadow on the horizon, reached the beach. It set down, strange legs emerging from underneath what appeared to be a cloak or a dress...? A single cyan eyes surveyed the shore, the nearby trees, and the grasses.

It had been a long flight over the ocean but he had made it. He'd flown through the blazing sun, which had heated his black skin and further bleached his silvery white hair. It had been hell. But that was all over; now Darkrai was standing there at the southernmost point in the region of Kanto (not taking Cinnabar Island into account). The place he'd been seeking out for days was finally staring him in the proverbial face.

The events preceding his arrival felt so unreal. Almost as if he'd been in a dream for them. Or even a nightmare. The aftermath of his bloodlust in Alamos was mostly faded. But oft he felt a tingling sensation pulsate through his claws and head. It made him feel momentarily dizzy, and disconnected from the world around him.

And still the nature of these attacks continued to elude him. That was the most frustrating thing. If he could pinpoint the exact cause of the attack, maybe he could control it. Maybe he could make it not as bad as it was currently. All he knew was that the new moon, or the lacking of the moon in the sky, had something to do with it. But that was it. That was the only information he had.

Darkrai blinked. To the east the sky was bruised black and blue, with a twinkle of stars continuing to appear as the minutes passed. The moon, too, not yet full but not only halved was rising more as the sun set to the west. The state it was in meant he had several weeks until the next new moon would arise.

"... But will it even happen in the next new moon?" he asked himself aloud. None but the ocean, which continued to loll up over the sandbar, answered. But it was all very expectable.

He turned back to face the south. Here, half-way between darkness and light, he felt an odd sensation of peace envelop him. Star spattered sky to his left, creamy pink and rose clouds to his right. Two things in almost perfect balance. Almost perfect harmony. Yet time ultimately passed, and the darkness steadily overtook the remaining light in the sky.

"The light doesn't go away forever, though," Darkrai mused. He looked down at his hands for a moment; three claws, razor sharp, made of shadows. They curled into fists briefly. Then uncurled. His gaze drifted back out to sea. A sigh escaped him. A sigh of longing. A sigh of loathing.

"... It was all for the best."

[moddy!]

[/i] bottles were left around... Well, she only had one explanation for all of this: someone had one hell of a party.

And what kind of sick joke was this? Shouldn't the people who wrote the poster keep up with their job? They need to describe it correctly, so that visitors weren't disappointed when they finally decided to show up('finally' because she barely even saw anyone around). Apparently they didn't, though. What made them so special? Why wouldn't they have to do their job when others are working their asses off? They should be ashamed of themselves.

If she had written the poster, she would've been accurate. Instead of saying "A nice beach that's also very fun", she would've wrote something completely different. Something that was right on the mark and wouldn't make people pissed off when they came here.

"'A dirty beach with annoying pokemon who won't shut the hell up even though you want them to. You'll really enjoy your visit. As long as loud noises, beer bottles, and nasty sand doesn't piss you off'." She laughed at her own humor; it was dry, but if it was able to amuse her, she was fine with it. "That's what my poster for this place would say."

Speaking of annoying pokemon, that Krabby really needed to cut it out. The noises it made with it's claws were really beginning to pis--- wait. It'd stopped? Who had been able to manage that? After all, she had attempted to make it stop quite a few times, but her attempt was always failed. She owed a thanks or something to whoever had made the sound go away.

It was dark; she could tell by the way the sand now looked. It no longer looked a bright yellowy color, more like a darker orangey-yellow now. Had she been keeping track of the time? No. She hadn't really intended on it. What she had wanted to do was train with her pokemon, but she never got to that since she was too busy insulting people. She could always train another time, though, right?

She glanced up from the sand long enough to glance around. She was trying to see if any parts of the beach were cleaner than this and there were quite a few places, as a matter of fact. It seemed that the party-goers had mainly targeted this area... No matter. She'd stay here for now, she didn't need to move, did she?

She probably would have looked back to the sand if something hadn't caught her eyes. Something dark and red. Something.... that was also wearing a dress? She let her gaze settle on the... strange thing once again before questioning herself about it. She'd never seen this pokemon before; was it new? Was it rare? Was it.... legendary?

Well, whatever it was, it seemed to be speaking to himself. Pokemon can speak? Surely, she had heard of a few talking pokemon, but she had never chose to believe it. It just wasn't possible, was it? Pokemon were not meant to speak. They were meant to serve, meant to fight, meant to preform. That was it. She had never really thought that it was even possible--- that pokemon would be intelligent enough to speak on their own.

But, they were, apparently. She wanted to greet the... thing, but wasn't sure of a greeting that was suitable. She couldn't just disturb it by shouting out "How's life", could she? No... she couldn't. That was wrong. Yet, she had to say something.

"You enjoying yourself?" She blurted out. That was an accident. She hadn't meant to say something with such disrespect--- nah, what was she kidding? She didn't care what this thing thought of her, anyways, so she found no point in this thought anymore. Whatever.
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>>ooc
that was giselle, in case you didn't know. i tend not to say names in the first post, so just letting you know~

[Sarchu!]

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[moddy!]

[/i]. And, honestly, this girl didn't remember being ignored once in her life. Actually, that was a lie, but she tried to not remember, anyways. Whatever. She'd just leave the thing be. It could talk to itself all it wanted. She didn't care. If it wanted to be pathetic and boring.... well, it wasn't her problem.

Besides, this place is lame, anyways,[/i] she thought, trying to convince herself of that, It's not like it matters---[/color]

Her thoughts were cut off by another voice, other than her own and the... thing's. By the sound of it, the girl who had spoken must've been of a younger age; well, younger than her, at least. And the voice sounded quite.... nervous, of all things?

'...N-nice night, isn't it?'[/b]

Psssh. Was it a nice night? Not really, as far as Giselle was concerned. In fact, this night was exactly the opposite of what she wanted it to be--- it was boring and stupid and... and... weak.

But, instead of saying that aloud, she decided to make it a little more difficult. It couldn't hurt anything to do that, right? Well.... maybe, but it's not like she cared. At all.

"Try again without the stutter, kiddo," Giselle said rudely. "I mean, some people may think it's cute and all, but I don't. So, just cut the act, alright?" She couldn't be sure if there actually was an 'act' or not, but she just wanted to say that. It sounded cool, so whatever.
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fail. ;;
also, i didn't mean to skip ligh or anything, but it seemed to me that it had been a long time since they posted.

[Dragon]

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