Cyrus summons a lovely family reunion

[feelings_of]

Who: Cyrus, Mesprit, and... her siblings!? Gasp!
What: Cyrus has Mesprit call to her brothers so he can snatch them up and do that Red Chain thing again.
Where: Cyrus' evil lair of good intentions laboratory with his extraction machine
When: Oct. 22nd
Warnings: C for Cyrus trying to cleanse the universe of shit by draining power from pokémon of feelings and mind and stuff. Bad things are bound to happen.

With the moon's impact on the planet looming, Mesprit had been quite anxious. She was afraid for the world and hadn't been this scared since... well, she couldn't remember, but she knew something bad had happened before. She missed her siblings, her family,... she wasn't sure what to do to make things better. But she'd had a volley of exchanges with Mister Man/Cyrus that hinted at resolution, so she did as he had asked: while she couldn't send out direct distress calls to her brothers, she could send a low-lying S.O.S. to other Psychic types and hope they reached them both. If Arceus heard it and came, too, naturally it would have been a nice surprise, but she knew it would be highly unlikely.

She sat on a mound of what used to be bricks forming her dorm room. With her best efforts, she lowered her head almost prayer-like, voicelessly emitting a slow, urgent feeling of fear and concern for one's siblings--a feeling only one of blood relation or high sensitivity to emotion would sense. Along with her feelings, she attempted to transmit an image of her broken school as an indication of what the problem was and where she could be found.

The effort had left her drained and unable to "listen" for any responses. (Whether she'd be able to receive any at this point in time would be debatable, what with the weird inability to leave the area, anyway.) Fatigued and in need of rest and protection, she flew to the building where Cyrus had arranged for her to meet him. She weakly knocked on his door with her tail.

"Mister Man... I called Uxie and Azelf for help! Are you home? Can you let me in?"

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[will_be_god]

With the threat of the giant, Cyrus had been forced to move his operations underground, literally. At the small voice, he opened the door, revealing what had once been one of the school's seemingly endless supply of labs. It was much smaller than the Galactic lab, and smaller even than the second bedroom in his dorm that he had repurposed into one.

"Mesprit. Your arrival signals a new age for this world, a beacon of hope in the darkness..."

With a gesture, he invited her in and closed the door behind her.

[feelings_of]

Mesprit stared blankly at him, unable to comprehend his big words as usual. She floated in quite hunched over and limp.

"Mister Man, that made me tired. I want a nap. I hope Azelf and Uxie come soon. I can't wait to see them." She yawned and smiled weakly. Wow, Mesprit too tired to shout her words? That's a first.

[will_be_god]

"Of course..." His tone was much softer than usual too. "Please, have a drink. It's important to stay strong right now." What he offered was a bottle of a dark, strong-smelling, thick substance that seemed to be made of vegetables and...it was impossible to tell further.

[feelings_of]

She took the large bottle from him and immediately turned her head away. "Pyewww! That's smelly, Mister Man. It smells like veggies. Is it good for me? Uxie says veggies make me healthy, that I should eat them even if they taste yucky."

[will_be_god]

"It contains a complete regimen of nutrients and meets the body's needs for a day." After a moment of realizing that she probably wouldn't know what this meant, he added "so yes, it is."

He picked up an identical bottle and unstoppered it, taking a long drink. If all went as planned, this would be a long day.

[feelings_of]

Mesprit hesitated a moment. With much apprehension, she took a gulp of the odd-smelling fluid. It tasted about as good as it smelled. She coughed and hacked once she was through.

"Ew ew ew! Bleehh! Eugh. Mister Man, I drank most of it. Do I have to finish it? It's icky."

[will_be_god]

"It doesn't matter. So long as you are strong, we will be able to proceed."

[feelings_of]

"Okay." She gently set the bottle down on the ground and floated back up to him.

"Proceed? Proceed with what, Mister Man?"

[will_be_god]

How the being had taken to calling him that he would likely never know. Especially since his estimate for the life expectancy of the universe was on the short side of a week, hopefully in the next few hours.

"A project, something that will save us from the calamity that threatens us."

[feelings_of]

"Oh." Mesprit stared at the ground and thought for a moment. "I like projects. We do them in school and I learn lots. What kind of project are you going to do to save us, Mister Man? Will I learn lots, too?"

[will_be_god]

"We will all benefit from this." Initially, he had planned to kill thelake spirits, but now...well, they'd still die, of course, but an idea he'd had regarding Voile applied in his head. They would live again in his new world, rid of those controls.

How...generous?

"In the meantime, tell me your thoughts on those matters."

[feelings_of]

Mesprit tilted her head.

"'These matters'? Gee, I dunno, Mister Man. If you mean the scary moon, I don't like it. I don't know what to do. I'm scared. I want mom or Uxie or Azelf to save me so I won't be scared. But maybe if you make the bad moon go away, they won't have to save me anymore. I would like to see them again, though, so I hope they'll come find me." She smiled at the thought of seeing her family again. She did miss them quite a bit and wasn't sure if they'd come to help her.

[will_be_god]

Though he denied the very existence of his emotions, Cyrus smiled at that. "You'll help me set things right."

Such simple statements were rare for him, and rarer still how soft it came out.

"Do you know when they will arrive?"

[feelings_of]

Mesprit shrugged and started fiddling with one of her tails.

"I sent them the message a bit ago. I don't know where they are, so I don't know how long it would take to find me. I hope they come soon, though. Maybe they can help you make the moon go away."

She wasn't very good at absorbing pretty much anything he said to her. He used such big words and such complex concepts that flew right over her head. She still liked him, though. To her, he was familiar somehow. She still couldn't remember where from. She figured if there was anything to be afraid of, it would've become apparent by now. She wondered if Azelf or Uxie knew him, too, and if they'd help jog her memory when they showed up.

[will_be_god]

"They will." He paused. "Do you recall when you gave emotion to living things?"

[feelings_of]

Mesprit shook her head, still staring at the gem in her tail.

"Nuh uh. That was before I lost my memories. I don't remember losing my memories, but Uxie said it was after something really bad happened."

[spriteofspirit]

Azelf arrived at the ruins of the school out of breath. He had been flying at full speed ever since he sensed his sister's distress call. He was grateful she was in a location he was familiar with. However, Mesprit was in trouble and he had to keep his guard up. Whatever was ailing her, he'd protect her from it. He was determined to protect her from it. He was the sprite of willpower--it came naturally to him.

While he had made it to the school, he wasn't sure where she was exactly. Even though his previous attempts had yielded no response, he hoped a psychic call to her now that he was closer would be more successful.

"Mesprit! It's me, Azelf! Where are you? Are you okay?"

[feelings_of]

Mesprit perked up and let go of her tail.

"Azelf. AZELF!!" She called out to him without thinking to send the message through psychic waves. "I'm here! I'm in Mister Man's place! Can you hear me?"

With a few seconds of zero response, logic hit her and she blushed.

"Oh, whoopsie, hehe... ::Azelf, I'm with Mister Man! Can you sense where I am? Come find me! I'm in his laboratory place!::"

[will_be_god]

Cyrus had been about to respond to Mesprit's statement by asking when that had been, but stopped mid syllable.

Something was near, and it didn't take Mesprit's call to know it.

"Fortunate. They were able to come after all. Now, Mesprit, I must ask that you properly prepare for this guest."

[spriteofspirit]

"::I can 'hear' you, dear sister! I'm on my way. Stay safe until I get there!::" Azelf told her silently as he flew over rubble and remnants of the once bustling school.

Upon arriving at the door, he readied himself for a fight, just in case whatever was causing her distress was still a threat. With his usual brand of urgency, he headbutted the door open with heroic vigor.

"Mesprit, are you hurt? Why were you--?" He stopped mid-sentence upon laying eyes on Cyrus. "YOU!!" he yelled angrily. "What are you doing here?! What have you done to Mesprit?!"

[feelings_of]

Mesprit flew up to her brother happily, brushing off his hostility.

"Azelf! Brother! I'm okay! You don't have to get mad at Mister Man. He helped me! He helped me lots. He's going to get rid of the scary moon!"

[will_be_god]

"Yes," Cyrus muttered, turning towards the newcomer. His voice was clearer, his gaze bold and direct when he spoke next. "I will set all things right. That has always been my dream. I will save this world from all harm."

[spriteofspirit]

Azelf flew in front of Mesprit protectively.

"I know what kind of 'saving' you want to do, you bastard, and I won't let you lay your hands on Mesprit OR Uxie!!"

He wasted no time charging up a Psyshock attack...

[feelings_of]

Mesprit realized in horror what her brother was doing. He was attacking Mister Man, the person who'd tolerated her the whole time she'd been back! And he wanted to save everyone! She couldn't let her brother attack him.

"No, stop!!" As quickly as she could, she tackled Azelf to the ground, causing him to miss his target and scorch the wall above Cyrus with psychic shockwaves.

"Azelf, don't hurt him! Listen to him! He wants to help! He'll do good things!" she pleaded as she recovered, floating back into the air.

[will_be_god]

Weavile had appeared, ready to tank any psychic attacks the fairies could throw at its master. It stood at the ready, preparing to strike if need be.

"You know and yet you resist, violently so..." Cyrus chuckled humorlessly. "Such is the world. It knows what must be done and ignores that duty. You see what terrors face the world and refuse to lift a finger--" though he wasn't sure if they even had fingers; it was hard to tell on such tiny hands "to protect it. You have forced my hand..."

And would you look at that. Azelf had somehow manged to position itself right in front of the open machine... It would sure be a shame if something were to knock it in...

[spriteofspirit]

Unaware of his positioning, Azelf continued to argue with his arch enemy.

"Are you accusing me of allowing bad things to happen?! I'm not in charge of protecting the world! That's insane! I brought willpower to humans so they could take care of themselves for that very reason!" To diss willpower was to diss everything Azelf stood for. He was NOT pleased.

[will_be_god]

"And you consider that a blessing...how ignorant. How wasteful..."

This was only proving Cyrus's point. The sheer arrogance, the pure foolishness...

He nodded towards Weavile to strike.

"I expect you to consider the consequences of your actions. But that's asking too much."

[feelings_of]

Mesprit brought her hands to her cheeks in a fret.

"Stop! Stop it, you guys!! Don't fight! Don't we all just want to make the bad moon go away?!"

Without taking a moment to think, in a quick effort to stop them, she summoned a Light Screen between her brother and the Weavile.

[spriteofspirit]

Azelf, familiar with Weavile's typing, readied a Thunderbolt but halted at the last second, realizing what was in front of him. That Light Screen would make his attack null and a waste of energy, but to be honest, he was also caught off guard at its appearance, too.

"Wha...?! Ugh, Mesprit, what are you doing? Don't you see what's happening? He's not trying to save the world, he's trying to DESTROY IT!" In his anger, he hadn't accounted for the opening he'd given the Weavile to launch an attack.

[will_be_god]

"That is how you see it...how limited! What I am for is a new beginning, not merely an ending..." The force in Cyrus's voice was irregular, which made it all the more terrifying. "I will save this world by starting it anew, bringing about a perfect creation!"

Weavile had slowed a bit at the sight of the Light Screen, but once it registered what the sudden arrival was, it lept forward again, aiming not even with an attack but with simple physical force.

[will_be_god]

(Are we finishing this? I'm confused)

[feelings_of]

Sorry, I got a bit burnt out on it. We can keep going if it means a lot to you. I just figured the end results happened whether we get to it in this log or not. Thoughts?

[will_be_god]

(I suppose we can end it here. But could you let me know next time?)