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Who: Giratina and anybody that would for some reason want to be around this guy
What: Talk with Giratina, fight with Giratina, glare with Giratina, do stuff with Giratina!
Where: Outside!
When: May 19th
Rating: Uh... Maybe some mild swearing, it depends on who joins the log.

Giratina sat under a tree, doing, well, nothing. As he sat under the tree, various complaints went through his head, most of them about how much he hated the world around him. The horrible world... that was created by his horrible mother. Giratina narrowed his eyes and glared at the sun that shined in his eyes. ~~And then he went blind.~~ He then glared at the clouds passing by.

Giratina was beginning to figure out that, because of the long amount of time that he was trapped in the Distortion World, nobody remembered him. How could he get proper respect as god if nobody even remembered who he was, or what he was a god of? In fact, Giratina himself could hardly remember what he was a god of. He just believed that he was a god, like his siblings. If he wasn't created to look over or control something, then why would Arceus create him? Just so she could test him? So she could see if he would follow her orders?

Giratina looked back down, and watched as random people passed by, trying not to think about his mother any more. Maybe he could talk to somebody to take his mind off of her. Unfortunately, Giratina wasn't the best at friendly conversation. Maybe if you talked to him enough, he might become a little more friendly?

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Someone passing by just happened to notice said Giratina.

Goose was only just returning from a shopping trip. He'd been going on... quite a few of them as of recently. Not only did he have the usual grocery shopping (come on, you'd probably need a lot of food to sustain two full-grown, hungry men in one apartment), but he had wedding planning, stuff to read and look up over the whole thing, other miscellaneous things to buy, things he'd need for his office, his job...

It was something that really kept him on his feet (or er, his wings, if you want to get technical). At least it kept him the energetic and lively man he usually was.

What was this now, though? A person. A strange person with eyes even more out of the ordinary than his. They... were definitely not much like any other set of eyes he'd ever seen.

Curiously, he stepped up to the Distortion Being and stared down at him for a moment. "... Eh? Heeeey?"

Giratina looked up at the new person, then realized that he was glaring at Goose. "Oh." Giratina stood up. "Hey." Uh. Well. He was trying to be friendly, at least.

At least he managed to be somewhat observant. Goose grinned, folding his arms and looking over at the strange person. His eyes... Those eyes were even odder up-close. They were deep red, not like any other pair of eyes he had ever even looked at.

This... was new.

"You one of the students around here, kid? Or teacher or somethin'?"

~~Geez why was this guy staring into his eyes.~~

...Kid? Must be yet another person that didn't know that he was a god. "...Student."

~~because he wanted them to ~ride off into the sunset together~~~

Goose has seen them all by now, Giratina. Some distortion caterpillar thing probably wouldn't phase him all that much at this point. A little, but not much.

"Gotcha," commented the pilot, noticing how oddly silent he was. Blech. He himself was a conversationalist, and thus preferred to be with those just as social as he was. Okay, Vashta was an exception, but still.

"So, eh, your name?"

"Giratina." Why bother with the fancy titles any more. Everyone here didn't really seem to care whether or not he was a god.

Giratina? That was a strange name. Extremely out of the ordinary, in fact. Goose was somewhat used to this, being in a school where many names were unlike the ordinary, but it was still... just... pfft.

"Heh, Giratina? Can deal with that," he spoke. "You don't seem much like any kinda regular person, gotta admit." He gestured to his eyes particularly, which were not of a regular human color. "You one of the Pokemon around here or something?"

He had no idea he was legendary just yet. No idea.

Giratina narrowed his eyes as he watched Goose gesture to his eyes. "Yes," He answered, then added nonchalantly, "I used to be thought of as a god."

A god?

... Haha. No, really, a god?

That was kind of... weird, at first, yet he quickly believed that it was possible due to this school being this school. There were many mythical beings here, so a god wasn't actually all that surprising.

Still, though, a GOD?

"Well, ain't that somethin'? God of what now?" Interested, he was.

"...God of Dimensions... But nobody really remembers me as a god anymore." Giratina didn't really feel like explaining exactly what happened, so he just left it at that.

Unfortunately for Giratina, Goose was pretty curious. That was... awfully vague. God of Dimensions? What exactly did that entail? Did he literally create the dimensions of the universe or something along those lines, or did he just rule over them like a king ruled over his land? And how would he not be remembered as a god anymore? If he was a... god, that was something that should be unforgettable.

Color him confused.

"So wait, how come? That ain't exactly somethin' you oughta forget, you know what I'm saying?" He questioned, deciding to set his shopping bags down for the moment and lean against the tree. He was going to be there for a little bit, it seemed.

Giratina sighed. Maybe it would just be best to explain everything to this person, even if only just met him. "Arceus imprisoned me in my own dimension just because I didn't do every little thing she wanted me to do."

Well, one couldn't remain constantly obedient to one person. Goose knew this too well. He was loyal to his mother and loved her to little bits and pieces, but he'd never do every single thing she wanted him to do. Some things, sure, but not everything. Whoever this Arceus was shouldn't expect such things out of someone like that, from what he could judge.

"Well, damn, that Arceus's gotta have issues then," stated the man, pushing his shades up further along his nose. "'She', huh? She your mom or somethin' then?"

"...Yeah. According to my sister, she's staying at this school for some reason." Giratina didn't know that most people at the school actually thought of 'Bob' as a nice person. In fact, he never tried to think of her as a nice person, anyway. For all Giratina cared, Arceus was a power-hungry, commanding god, that only obedient idiots like his siblings could possibly get along with.

Unfortunately for Giratina, Goose had no idea that Bob was the Arceus that he was talking about. He had seen Bob on a couple of occasions. Not very much, but he still thought she was a pretty good kid.

"Stayin' at the school, eh? How's she like? Maybe I can keep an eye out on her," He shrugged. "Best I could do. 'Sides, I'm a teacher, heh, so I guess I've gotta."

"Well, I haven't seen her yet, and she's probably going around disguised as a human, so I don't know what she looks like."

Giratina looked down at the ground, then at the sky. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to start a different conversation. After all, Giratina was trying to take his mind off of Arceus, and this wasn't helping.

Giratina looked at Goose. So he was a teacher? "...What do you teach?"

Well, that was quite the subject change, but seeing as it didn't sound that pleasant, Giratina probably just didn't want to talk about it. Goose was fine with that. Besides, he had to admit he liked talking about himself.

"Pilotin'. You into flying at all, kid?"

'You into flying at all?' What kind of question was that? Weren't there only a few students at this school that could fly? In fact, it didn't look like Goose himself would be able to fly.

Giratina then realized that he was probably talking about flying in an airplane.

"I haven't really tried it, since I can already fly on my own..." But maybe he could try out flying in an airplane just for the heck of it. There were so many classes here, he might as well see how few of them were. And this Goose person didn't seem that bad. Maybe he wouldn't mind going to his class.

Giratina? Flying on his own?

Well, considering those strange appendages, that shouldn't have come off as such a surprise, but those were very unlike the wings he'd seen in his life. Goose was now at the peak of his curiosity, but didn't invade Giratina's personal space to look at them more closely ~~yet~~.

"Them things are wings then? Hey, those ain't half-bad," he had to admit. "Think you could demonstrate?"

"I can't go as far off the ground in this dimension since the gravity's heavier, but I'll try." Giratina's wings flapped as he hovered a few inches off the ground, although the wings didn't really do anything to help him float, they were just for show. "I could probably go higher in my Pokemon form." He landed back down on the ground as his shadow-like wings folded back up. Man he liked showing off.

Goose quirked an eyebrow, a grin spread clear across his face. "Heh, impressive. Hell, I can fly with wings myself, but I kinda don't have 'em on hand. They're attachable, kid."

That was probably entirely new to Giratina, attachable wings and all, but oh well. He'd now find out if he didn't know!

...Attachable wings..? Well, that was new.

"Maybe you could show me your wings sometime...?"

"Well, that ain't a problem," remarked the pilot with the biggest ol' grin you ever did see. Goose loved showing off his wings, his gyrocopter, or well, just about anything in relation to his piloting career. Despite not working in the field as much as he used to, he adored the profession through and through.

"Hell, I could show you right now if you'll wait a while." He'd have to get back to his apartment first. If he took a cab or a bus, it wouldn't take too long, hopefully a half an hour or less.

Wait a while? Sure! He had nothing else better to do. ~~Except glare at the sun some more~~ "...Sure."

Giratina crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Goose to leave and return with the wings. Hopefully, this would be worth the wait. It sounded rather interesting.

Goose gave a salute before he ran off, back toward the direction of the city. With the help of a bus that traveled around town, he got to his apartment quickly enough. He dropped off his bags, nabbed his wings, and soared.

Thankfully, Birdman travel helped him only get back to the school within minutes.

Hey Giratina, there is now a star-spangled bird-winged dude flying overhead, flashing a huge grin.

Giratina stared up at the sky as Goose flew by. What? What? How was that even possible?! Sure, it made sense to be able to fly if the person was born with wings, but attaching wings seemed... unnatural! Of course, it wasn't like he knew about everything on Earth. Maybe the humans just recently invented these 'attachable wings', or maybe they were just very uncommon.

Giratina continued to watch Goose fly around in the sky. This Goose guy looked like he was having quite a lot of fun flying around.

Giratina smiled a little, hoping Goose was too far up in the sky to see his facial expressions.

Goose always did have fun with his flight. Flying was his pride and joy, after all. There was absolutely nothing like it. It gave a sense of freedom, carelessness, and a kind of euphoria of sorts. It was an outstanding thing to do and savor.

He was thankfully not that high up in the air, for he wanted Giratina to observe as close up as he possibly could. He glanced down at him here and there, grinning right in return to Giratina's pleased expression. This kid really wasn't that bad. He really wasn't.

He soon landed nearby, passing him the largest grin that he could muster. "So, you liked?"

Giratina frowned as Goose landed, trying to hide his smile, but he couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curve upwards a little. "Yeah. Do you do this for every class?"

"Sometimes," he informed Giratina, running his hand through his hair, feeling some strands snap apart from knots made from the breeze. "But Piloting's a lot more than just the Birdman's wings. Hell, I teach how to fly hang gliders, gyrocopters, rocket belts... plenty more'n that, too."

Goose looked to the legendary, wondering if he would be so interested as to even enroll into his classes. He always wanted to be a piloting influence, and so that would have pleased him greatly. He obviously would be fine if not, but the former option felt more favorable.

"And if you wanna come around, I've got more than enough room for another student." Teehee.

"Sure. It sounds interesting." Giratina tried to sound bored, but he had never gone to a class before, and flying around using these human inventions sounded like so much fun, it was hard to hide his excitement. "When is your class?"

"Thursdays at the Stadium. I'll be sure to leave the door open for ya, 'kay, kid?" Goose grinned and patted the Pokemon on the back heartily. He warmed up to people very easily, even those that weren't such a piece of cake to be social with. ~~Vashta gave him plenty of practice with that, anywho.~~

Giratina nodded as Goose patted him on the back. Usually, he didn't really other like people touching him or being near him, but, this time, he let Goose pat him on the back.

Maybe some of the people at this school weren't so bad. Just because most of his family was here, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself and get to know some of the other people at the school.

Congratulations, Goose! You managed to make Giratina a little less grumpy!

That was an accomplishment! Not that Goose knew it was a pretty decent one, but it was an accomplishment nonetheless.

"Well, I oughta get back home and unpack the stuff I bought," The pilot told him. It was a shame to be going now, but on the same token, they would be able to meet again soon. That was great enough for him. "I'll be seein' ya, and hey, nice meeting you, kid."

Giratina waved as Goose left. He'd have to remember to try and make it to the piloting class on time.

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