smash_logs | I bet you expected me to title this "once in a blue moon". sorry to disappoint you

With the recent investigations breaking the calm instigated by the earthquake it was a wonder anyone could take a breather to unwind and relax. Having come across the signs plastered around the academy, Mona decided to take a moment away from her own snooping to sit back and gaze upon the stars. Looking up into the night sky at the moon sounded like a bit of fun!

Downtime in mind, the red head found herself up on the school roof at the allotted night gazing wistfully in awe at the bright moon above. Her knees were tucked up just under her chin as she sat comfortable on a blanket she'd brought to the moon watching party.

"How beautiful..." she sighed.

Cyrus stood by the edge, his posture indicating that he was utterly distracted by the sight. After Mona had spoken, it took him a moment to register that there was indeed another person and not simply his own thoughts.

"A wonder of astrophysics and the flow of time. Do you know what is important about this occurence? If you do, you have impressed me."

Mona slowly uncurled from her position, adjusting her body to face the voice of the speaker. She had not realized anyone was in her near vicinity, nor one who had eavesdropped. Still, to see another on the roof enjoying the display of the moon brought a smile to her lips. She was grateful not to be alone on such a wonderful night.

A small nod indicated she had not a clue in the world what all the hullabaloo concerning the moon was about. In honest she voiced her thoughts as such. "No sir, I'm afraid I know nothing of the sort. When I look up at the moon tonight, all I see is, well, the moon. I don't know what significance is so important about it on this very night."

To Mona the moon was a big bright ball of rock floating in the sky that lit up the darkness and mingled with the lovely stars. The same moon plastered on her school textbooks that fascinated so many great scientists.

"Do you know? Why it's important I mean" she wondered.

It was evident that most people wouldn't understand. "Though it is based on time frames set by humans, a Blue Moon, as this is called, is the second full moon in a month. Such a thing is rare, as human calendars are arranged far differently than the time kept by the moon itself."

A soft wind rustled through his hair, giving him the illusion of softness. "The importance of this is its reminder that we are all part of the universe. That our lives are both nothing and everything to it. That we must examine and contend our own actions and history, our weaknesses, our emotions..."

That was all he would say for now, though he knew she would ask further.

Her brain took time to process the deep meaning to the man's words as the majority of his speech had flown entirely over her head. Mona certainly wasn't the smartest tool in the shed when it came to analyzing deep prospects, but all the same her concentration was locked fully on Cyrus.

Like he had predicted, Mona asked further into the subject to receive hopefully some clarity to the meaning.

"So, let me see if I follow this. The Blue Moon is a special event as it's a reminder to us of sorts?" she hesitated a moment, raising an eyebrow in further confusion. "Our lives and the universe are one and the same? How can that be? The universe is so...huge!" She motioned her hands wide, giving her speak gesture to her voice.

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"Yes," he murmured, beginning soft and growing clearer and stronger as he went on. "There is nothing in us that's unique. Life on this and any planet springs from the deaths of distant stars. Our chemical makeup is nearly identical to all other living beings. The soil beneath us, the air around us...we are only a small fraction of what the universe holds, smaller than a pinprick, but we embody all of it."

"...Still no clue on what you just said now, but I'll admit it was very eloquent!" she answered. Despite everything still flying over her head in a haze, Mona felt compelled to keep listening. His vocal opinions were insightful to the point of intrigue, even if Mona found it hard to comprehend what point the man was trying to draw. It was obvious to Mona that Cyrus was a man well versed in his field, whatever that field could possibly be.

"You a poet by chance sir?" she asked, resting a hand against her chin.

That was something else he was used to; that people would praise him on his words while acknowledging that they didn't know what he was talking about. It illustrated only the continued need for his goal. The world as it was was run by idiots.

She seemed earnest in her statements though.

"A scientist. Some have called me a philosopher, though there need not be a difference. Scientists...no, all of us...must examine all of creation, and doing so gives us all creation in our grasp."

Explained the lengthy conversation and all the mumbo jumbo jargon alright. Mona had her fair share of acquaintances with scientists, being that back home two of her co-workers were invested in the field of study. At first glance, Mona would never had taken Cyrus to be the science type due to his first impression and general appearance. Mona's view of one such figure was stereotypical to the mad scientist variety, ones who lived eccentric lifestyles and dabbled in their labs creating weird and nonsensical inventions. Much like her two friends back home were of that image.

"No way, you're a scientist? Get out of town!" she giggled. Rising up from her position, Mona stood and offered out her hand to Cyrus. "Should have done this sooner! My name is Mona. It's a pleasure to meet you sir, I mean, doctor! So, do you like, build robots or do experiments or something? Because that is like, totally cool if you do!"

Rather than take her offered hand, he simply bowed slightly. "My name is Cyrus. There is no title to it."

Returning upright, he continued. "I have an extensive history in machine work, dating back to my earliest days." As long ago as he could remember, starting around the age of three, he had worked with the simple concepts of assembly, disassembly, and reassembly. Of course, then it had been on blocks rather than metal and circuitry, but it was the same relative idea. "Although my primary concern is the study of the universe. It is related, though. As I said, all things are. The universe itself is a machine, made of innumerable parts. And like alo machines, it will someday break down..."

He sighed. "But for now, we are here."

When her hand wasn't taken in the offer, she pulled back thinking she'd created a taboo. Though Cyrus didn't appear offended by her gesture in the slightest as he bowed. Perhaps a different custom of greeting she though, hesitant as she followed suit and bowed. Was that even the right response? She didn't even know at this point.

"You know, I never once considered the idea our tiny world could be so similar to a machine. Hard for me to believe really as all I've seen as rock and not a single gear to be found. However I'd hate for it to suddenly break down in my lifetime. I rather like living here." she spoke. Tapping her bottom lip, her eyes gazed past Cyrus back to the moon and the stars sitting above in the darkness. Watching how the lights twinkled in the vast space was tranquil, if not an ominous feeling. She herself had visited space once and as beautiful as it had been through the windows of a spaceship, space sure was quiet.

"Probably beats living on one of those stars up there," she pointed to a random cluster of stars grouped together. "All dark and lonely..." her voice grew still then trailed off.

"All the universe is breaking down. Entropy, the finite amount of energy in. We think of energy as something eternal, with even our strain on our own systems being an infinitesimal fraction of what the universe contains, and yet the energy of all creation pounds on..."

It seemed to quiet him for a moment as he organized his thoughts.

"...one cannot live on a star."

Mona raised an eyebrow and looked at Cyrus with skepticism. How could he not see the plausibility of living amongst the stars? Space was a vast, endless place and surely everything within it, even an asteroid could be turned into a livable habitat.

"We can live on planets like this one, so why not a star? They're pretty much the same thing except one is more brighter than the other" she explained. No one had so much as explained to her before that stars and planets were two totally different objects.

Why not a star? Why not a star?! Cyrus had come to expect thatsort of question from his utterly idiotic and disposable grunts, but there was a vital reason that his followers in Sinnoh had to consist primarily of idiots. In this place he had expected to attract a following of at least average intelligence.

He took a deep breath. Perhaps she was from a primitive society, or hadn't had access to sufficient education. Was she simply less fortunate, or was she a fool?

He'd find out.

"Are you aware of why the day is hotter than the night..?"

"Of course I do. It's practically common sense to know!" she said proudly in a matter-of-fact way. Not to say Mona wasn't any less intelligent than the average human. Some people were talented with science, some good at math while others couldn't understand either concepts. Aside from math, Mona didn't excel well in areas where huge concepts were introduced and big words found in university textbooks thrown around in daily use. She excelled better in physical subjects where her useful knowledge was keen.

Due to such, most people considered Mona to be a complete airhead to put it politely.

"Daytime is hotter naturally because the sun is one huge ball of fire. When the sun is out shining, the rays rain down and warm the land below them. Nights are cooler since the sun isn't shining in that particular area at that time!" She straightened her posture much in similar fashion to a student who felt confident their answer was the correct one.

"Ergo, why do you believe it possible to live on the sun?"

"Because I, um, well...OH!" Mona started putting the pieces together in her head. No wonder he said one couldn't live on a star, they would be charred barbecue if they did! The extreme sunburn to boot..

"Are you saying stars are nothing but balls of fire too? No wonder they twinkle at night! But, um, what is a shooting star then?" she asked generally out of curiosity. If a star was a fiery ball like the sun, how could it be able to fly across the sky in such a neat tidy line?

The thought of wishing upon a streaking ball of fire held little appeal too. Sounded quite silly.

Ah, that was it, an inability to conclude ideas.

"To grossly simplify it, yes they are. In truth it's more complicated than that, but that is enough for this time." Inhaling deeply, he continued. "What we call shooting stars are in truth comets and meteors, traveling celestial objects of varying origins. Although those wandering objects are one of the keys to our creation."

He stared heavenward. "Through their travels and impacts, they bring elements of foreign worlds, of the cosmos itself. It is believed that such foreign materials created the world as we know it, enabling the creation and existence of life."

Stars being in actuality burning spheres of fire, shooting stars the comets shooting by the planet. Cyrus' keen insights were amazing to behold now that the truth of the mysteries had been explored. However they left Mona with the bitterness of disappointment sitting in her heart.

"What a major bummer. Looks like those wishes I made won't ever come true now..." a pout pressed closed her lips as her eyes wistfully never left the amazing scenery splayed in the night sky. Almost instantaneously it was as if her world had suddenly changed before her very eyes.

This was a familiar situation. So long ago, it seemed an eternity...

"Wishes are nothing without knowledge," he chided. "But knowledge brings power. With that, creation itself opens for us."

"Whoa..." Mona whistled. Did this man have a clever answer for everything? With his depth of knowledge and his fast responses no wonder he was a scientist. Why, if Mona held a similar line of knowledge in her busy brain of hers, who knew what possibilities the conversation could take.

Yet Mona merely possessed the IQ of an average person, let alone a weak affinity to scientifically anatomy. Give her video game programming jargon, and magically she'd ace the test. Surprisingly.

"If you don't mind me asking, I mean, you must be getting so sick of my questions..." she blathered an apology. Rubbing the back of her head she continued, "How does knowledge bring about power? I know knowledge makes a person smarter, whereas the latter being strong physically of body gives a person power. Muscles and all that. So what I'm saying is how can smarts relate to power?"

He drew in a breath and turned slightly towards her, but still not directly. "Even that represents knowledge. You know how to enhance muscle strength and the connection between doing so and physical prowess. That itself is knowledge. Knowledge of history can prevent us from repeating mistakes made in the past. Knowledge of others aids us in communicating with them. Knowledge of society enables us to exist within it. Knowledge of mechanical details let us manipulate the physical world. And so on."

Mesprit was floating around campus, enjoying the summer air ~~and waiting for the sudden aftershock to stop so she could go back to sleep~~. She was a little antsy. A dream she couldn't remember had triggered memories of her brothers, and she missed them terribly. Loneliness was starting to engulf her, so finding friendly faces would be quite helpful and comforting right then.

A movement from the rooftops caught her eye. Moonlight was creating a silhouette of something... Huh? Someone was on the roof! How fun!

With happy vigor, she made her way through the building and up to the roof where she came across--

"MISTER MAN!! WOWWIE!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE?! HOW COME YOU'RE AWAKE?" She hadn't seen any of the flyers and was completely in the dark [no pun intended] over what the occasion was.

"Mesprit." Cyrus didn't seem to be surprised. "Come behold the glory of creation at my side."

Mesprit tipped her head in confusion.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MISTER MAN?! ARE YOU LOOKING AT SOMETHING?!"

He gestured widely at the moon. "A miracle of space and time. What we behold is simply the normal route of the moon, and yet to us, we have arranged our calendars in such a way that gives special meaning to this, the second full moon in a month."

Something that sounded halfway between a chuckle and a scoff came from him. "Of course, it is based on the illusion that time is something that can be labeled, bent to human standards. Yet...it is still a wonder to behold the cosmos."

Mesprit watched him gesture at the big, glowing circle in the sky. She wasn't following entirely, but she got the gist, or at least she thought she did. So many big words.

"YEAH, THE MOON IS PRETTY!! BUT WHY IS IT SPECIAL TO HAVE TWO FULL MOONS IN A MONTH?! NOTHING HAPPENS IF THERE'S TWO MOONS IN A MONTH!! NOTHING THAT'S DIFFERENT FROM WHEN THERE'S ONE FULL MOON IN A MONTH, HEHE!! ...RIGHT?!"

Well. Mesprit had said something intelligent. Would wonders never cease.

"Time simply marches on. It is by pure happenstance that it should occur, and truly there is nothing special it causes. And yet it demonstrates the reliance this world has on its perception of space and time. That alone is worth noting, despite no direct consequence."

~~cyrus someday mesprit is going to have to choke a bitch if you keep using big words~~

Mesprit had to take a moment to make sense of what he was saying. So complex! Where was Uxie for an explanation when you needed him?

"Uhhhh... GEE, MISTER CYRUS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! ARE YOU SAYING TIME IS IMPORTANT?! BECAUSE IT IS IMPORTANT, HEHE!! MY SISTER DIALGA LIKES TIME, TOO!! I LIKE HER, SO I LIKE TIME!!"

Brilliant.

Dealing with this foolish being, Cyrus had to refocus his mind for a second. It was needed to bring about that new beginning, to make his dream the reality of all. And that meant he had to put up with that foolishness for the time being.

"Time is handed out equally to everyone. The power to control time...that is the power of the gods. You know that much."

I bet you expected me to title this "once in a blue moon". sorry to disappoint you

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