There was a familiar theme in Germaine's mornings, normally when the sun rose on the horizon - be this in the middle of winter or the middle of summer, one of the pair would be up - and it was always Kirlia.
She would typically stride around after yawning a bit, meditate, visit home (unless they were already there) and then stare at Germaine and what appeared to be some form of heap of bodily mass under the bed covers, then came the devious plotting of how to wake him up.
It never took long, but today she decided something new was in order; from her most favourite method of dropping heavy objects on him.
She began harnessing her energy and began to levitate Germaine out of bed- covers and all, with a very slight disturbance in his raggard snores he continued to sleep as if nothing was amiss.
With careful precision as not to startle him awake Kirlia moved his body through the air about 3 feet from the floor.
And after giggling in anticipation; dropped him.
The crash could be heard two floors below his room, and the swearing could be heard down the corridor - Kirlias rancorous laughter however has only being heard by Germaine; which made his bruised body ache all the more.

He knew that she enjoyed messing around with him, but maybe this was getting a little too much.

[color=red]"I.. truly hate you, you know that?"[/color]
The statement only made Kirlia hold her ribs in pain - at least he was getting a bit of payback albeit in a different form than he would have liked.

After she finally calmed down and Germaine struggled to his knees - he went and opened up the curtains - as to be anticipated it was about an hour past the crack of dawn, roughly 8 or 9 o'clock by his estimates.
Giving a tiring sigh Germaine began to prepare himself for a new day - the day, according to his knowledge would be quite eventful, but hopefully not in a similar manner to yesterday.
The tournament was what he himself was particularly interested in, a way to truly test his power, truth be told Giratina had never used his real power in this vessel, mainly because he didn't want any soul to discover what he was or that he never had the occasion arise where he really needed to.
So that would be interesting.

Germaine gave his head a small shake; dragging himself out of his thoughts and got a warm shower - his attire today would be much less formal than it normally was, although for some it would probably still seem quite formal for such a day that was ahead of him.
All in all it was a plain cotton dress shirt; white that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; the way they sat there as if that's where they were meant to be showed that this shirt was one he always rolled the sleeves up on.
He donned some dark navy blue jeans on as well; not a fan of jeans but it was the only leg wear he knew of that was fairly close to dress trousers - also he had a comment that it complemented his "behind" once...
The memory warranted another shake of the head followed with a under-the-breath remark towards the strangeness of humans.
Finally a pair of leather boots, the brown hide on them was clearly worn in, but still looked smart.

And with that - after Kirlia felt the need to don similar bows from last night, this time a light blue colour, the pair headed out of the hotel room, and soon after the building itself into the fresh spring morn.

It was quite bustling in the city as one would expect of a festival, plus there was the parade that was occurring later on, something that he'd have to participate in - much to his dismay.
Akin to yesterday there were stalls everywhere, and there was at least 2 cosplayers for every 3 people he seen, some of them where rather cheaply done, others were so magnificently crafted that it was as if he was looking at a humanoid version of the perspective 'mon they were dressed as.
It was quite impressive, Germaine had to admit.

Kirlia was happily skipping along by his side until he received her usual way of grabbing his attention - which involved her giving his calf a punch.
Germaine looked down to his companion with a sigh and witnessed her left arm outstretched pointing to a near by vendor of foods.
Clearly she was hungry - and now that she brought the matter up - in her concise and usual way, he too was famished, last nights meal was ruined and brought to an early end because of various avatars.

The pair made their way over the stall and began looking at what was on offer - some form fried snacks by the looks of it, what ever they looked like the smell they emanated was divine, and surely worth the purchasing of - no doubt Kirlia would still take some of his regardless of the fact that she would get her own.
Some things never changed in their relationship.


[i][color=crimson]Graaaagh! Why did they make this place to be a fucking maze! [/color][/i]Rebeca sourly scraped her nails on her thigh, glancing one direction, then another. She didn't know whose idea it was to make an entirely indoor city, but completely screwed with her sense of direction to have everything as one big corridor. And since just about every inch of the place was packed with vendors and crowds, trying to see anything was nearly impossible, even with her height. 

At her feet, Mihkail yawned.[i][color=e25822] I'm sure there must be some reason built into it. [/color][/i]

Grinding her teeth, she continued to push through the crowds.[i][color=crimson] Well if there is, I'm not seeing it. It's stupid, you never spend any time outside.[/color][/i]

Her impatience with trying to find the hotel from the previous night wasn't the only thing that had her on edge. Almost the moment she had entered the city, she once again had to endure people looking at her marks and whispering. Occasionally somebody would outright ask if she was one of the avatars, something that she very quickly denied. It was a glaring reminder of one of the many reasons why she didn't like to hang around people. 

As she attempted to move past one of the possibly hundreds of food stalls, someone stumbled towards her, and when she tried to avoid them she herself bumped into someone else, nearly sending them into the stall. "[color=crimson]Hey, watch it![/color]"

The thought of food always numbed Germaines senses, especially when he was starving - he was literally moments away from ordering something before he was hit - for the third time today, it was with a considerable amount of force and nearly sent him head first into the food that he... well probably could have went head first in for.
Turning around to see who, or what almost sent him flying he seen a familiar sight - maybe not the most welcome one, but regardless it was somewhat comforting to see that it was another avatar.
Rebeca- the avatar to Groudon.

[color=red]"Ah, Rebeca, I see it's you who I have to thank for my dislocated shoulder."[/color]
Seeing that she may not find his joke remotely funny, since it wasn't- he followed up quickly.
[color=red]"I jest. Anyway, how are you this morning? Hopefully a bit better than last night, it got a little... out of hand maybe."[/color]
As he finished his sentence Germaine caught a glimpse Kirlias downtrodden face at the fact she would have to wait a bit longer for food - she wasn't exactly alone in this feeling however.



Rebeca blinked for a moment, then sighed. "[color=crimson]Ugh, sorry about that. Hate crowds.[/color]" She thought back over the previous night. [i][color=crimson]Well, lets see. Had my food splattered all over the place, and pissed off somebody enough that they'll probably kill everyone. Probably shouldn't mention that.[/color][/i] "[color=crimson]Alright, I guess.[/color]" 

Looking the guy over, she frowned, trying to remember just who the hell he was. "[color=crimson]Sorry, who were you again?[/color]"

Germaine was brought back, rather roughly to the memory of the previous night - something he would prefer to forget - well maybe not all of it...
But regardless, it was a "clusterfuck", as described by some humans with a bit less decency.
However, he didn't recall anything going so far as everyone getting killed; maybe that was a bit too much of an exaggeration. 
It appeared that she had forgotten who he was from last night at any rate, not that it mattered, she at the very least recognised that he was actually there.
[color=red]"I'm Germaine well... Giratina, this body belonged to a man called Germaine, unfortunately his conciousness was lost when I entered his body; but just call me Germaine if you don't mind.[/color]

It was at this moment Kirlia gave his calf another jab, this one being with a lot more force than previously, and his stomach giving - a, thankfully, inaudible growl that he asked Rebbeca a question.
[color=red]"Erm, would you like to get something to eat, I've not had anything since last night - and Kirlia is getting restless, if I deny her food any longer she'll likely do something rash - like fling something heavy at my head."[/color]
Kirlia gave an innocent smile towards Rebeca as a form of reply to Germaines genuine statement.

Memory clicked. "[color=crimson]Oh yeah, you're that weird guy who asked about Groudon.[/color]" Rebeca shrugged. "[color=crimson]Never heard of you.[/color]" 

As she thought about his question, Mihkail also nudged her leg. [i][color=e25822]Be nice.[/color][/i]

Internally sighing, she shrugged again. "[color=crimson]Yeah, I could grab something to eat. Anyway, what about you? Alright after everything that happened?[/color]"

[color=red][i]"Not good with crowds? Not good with people altogether is probably a more accurate statement"[/i][/color] Germaine thought to himself.
Giving a small shake of the head he replied to her [color=red]"Yes, everything went fairly well after I left the restaurant; I talked with Seras for a while and then headed back to the hotel, for some much needed rest after such an eventful day - hopefully today will see the excitement a bit less intense."[/color]
Germaine turned on his heel and awaited in a small line that led to the vendor he almost went flying into moments ago, it shouldn't be long before he could finally get some food.

It was at this moment, when he looked at Rebeca a bit more closely the he really noticed her tattoos - really quite intricate and of an impressive design.
[color=red]"Those are impressive tattoos, when did you get them done?"[/color]

Rebeca thought about his question. Her first instinct was to make up some number; after all, he obviously already thought that her markings were tattoos, why should she disuade him of that? On the other hand, he already knew what she was, and the whole point of the tattoo lie was to keep people from learning that. 

Finally, she spoke, though her voice was barely above a whisper. "[color=crimson]They're not.[/color]"

Germaine knew that Rebeca offered a reply to him, although he couldn't decipher what it was she said.
Whether or not that was her intent, it was clear that she didn't really want to discuss it; at least not yet - the design was somewhat familiar to him, although he couldn't place what exactly it was, or where he had seen them before.
Time would answer his question at the very least, so he decided to drop the topic.

At long last, Germiaine made it to the front of the queue and a chirpy young lass was acting as the attendant for the food, behind her however one could see a rather burly looking man slaving away making more fried snacks.

"Good morning! Would you like some of our Torchic goujons? They're really quite amazing, quite fiery too!" The girl said with enthusiasm - clearly she was unaware that he was an avatar, but he couldn't be pestered causing a fuss - Germaine looked behind him as he began fishing for his wallet [color=red]"Would you like me to get you some, maybe another box for your Pokémon?"[/color] 

She blinked. [i][color=crimson]He's... not going to ask?[/color][/i]

[i][color=e25822]I get the feeling that he's not exactly the chatty type. Something that you two have in common. Now, are you going to order or not?[/color]

[color=crimson]Huh.[/color][/i] "[color=crimson]Uh, sure.[/color]" Truth be told, it did smell pretty good. She accepted the box when he handed it to her. "[color=crimson]You didn't have to.[/color]"

Germaine handed a box to Rebecca and passed one down to Kirlia; knowing that she would devour it's contents within a few minutes, he would do something very similar however - but he despised eating whilst standing - time to find a bench or something.
[color=red]"It's no bother, I don't doubt that the girl would have given these for free if she knew we were avatars, but I can't be pestered going through all the celebrity stuff whilst I'm having my breakfast.
I'm sure you are of a similar mind."[/color]
Germiane soon spotted a vacant bench not to far from their current position and he gave Rebecca a gesture over towards it.
Once the pair were seated he could finally eat.

He did ask Rebeca a question that has been something that he wants to know of all avatars however.
[color=red]"If you don't mind me asking, what have you been doing with yourself during the time you have become an avatar?"[/color]
Germaine felt that the question was completely harmless, if not a tad personal- but she could easily turn his question down if he was out of place.
Without waiting for a response, he opened his snack box and took a chunk out of one of the piping hot pieces of fried goujons - it had a fantastic succulent taste and a fiery afterburn in the mouth - not exactly a productive breakfast- but damn was it a tasty one.

Taking her own seat, Rebeca tore one of her goujons in half and popped it into her mouth, tossing the other half into Mihkail's. "[color=crimson]Hiking. Spent most of the first year going up and down the Tohjo Mountains; I probably know more about them than anyone.[/color]" She glanced at him. "[color=crimson]J'ya know that there's an underground river that runs along half that mountain range? Starts at a hot spring up north of Mt. Silver, with some big-ass crystals growing in it, and ends at the Tohjo Falls on the coast. It's pretty cool.[/color]" She popped another piece into her mouth. "[color=crimson]Spent the last few months going through the Meteor Mountains here in Hoenn. Figured I'd try someplace different. The Falls are pretty cool too.[/color]"

A quick side glance as he was in the process of his own breakfast showed that he was not the only one who was hungry - and a glance to his right where Kirlia was sat showed that her own appetite dwarfed both Germaines and Rebecas, she was already half way through the box.
It surprised him how something so small could eat like she did.
Germiane listened intently at what she had experienced, it seemed that Groudon has some say in her decisions regardless of what she said last night - or then again she may have done that before she became an avatar, but that seemed too personal - given the fact that he himself was unaware of his owners.... body's previous life, it seemed unfair to ask that of her.
[color=red]"That sounds like quite the time you've had, not something that I'd personally enjoy doing - as you can probably tell from my dress I don't often go off the beaten track.
I really should start however; when I was in the Distortion world, I could see these wonders in various places of the world, but it was like looking through frosted glass - I could never experience it in person, and some of the wonders that I regarded as my favourite, no longer exist...
I'll never get to experience them."[/color]
Germaine realised that he was ruining the atmosphere, and returned to his food.

"[color=crimson]Hmm.[/color]" For a while the two of them sat in silence, enjoying their food. It was far from the spiciest thing Rebeca had ever had, but it was good enough. Mihkail at least seemed to enjoy it, so that was enough in her book. "[color=crimson]I think I've heard you say that before. What the hell is it?[/color]"

Germaine gave another crease of the brow in confusion at her response - [color=red]"Sorry, what's, what?"[/color]

"[color=crimson]The Distortion World. I told you, I've never heard of you, or Giratina, or whichever you are. What is it?[/color]" She set her box down, grinning as Mihkail proceeded to knock it over with his nose and finish off the remains.

That made sense, in some way, Giratina was not a well known legend, or Pokémon at that, the distortion world, even less so.
Whilst it was true it received a shred of light in the Sinnoh region 20 years ago, it wasn't a lot.
[color=red]"Ah, the Distortion world is another world that is the opposite to this one, it's "distorted", I suppose the best term is for it, the laws of physics and nature that apply in this world don't in my world - I am... was the only sole inhabitant for millennia."[/color]
Germaine finished the rest of his food - well almost all of it, when there was two pieces left a small hand appeared from no where and grabbed one of the last ones - Kirlia, obviously a triumphant look would be plastered on her face as she was eating her prize.

[i][color=crimson]Huh.[/color][/i] Certainly sounded like a weird place. She couldn't even imagine what it would look like. "[color=crimson]Why were you the only one there?[/color]"

In retrospect it was obvious that Rebecca would inquire why he was there, it was here when he regretted he brought the topic up - in this world it was easy to forget that he was ever trapped in that place, but whenever it hit home that it was his prison it always hit hard.
Germaine would not allow this line of conversation to go much further, although he did not intend to sound disrespectful when he replied, it was something had an a bad habit of doing when the topic ever arised.
[color=red]"It was my prison...[/color] The tone was sour and one filled with hate, but it wasn't directed at Rebecca, it was always directed against his "wardens".
Germaine stood and dropped his box into a nearby bin; after giving a quick scan for one amongst the throngs of people. 
[color=red]"Shall we head to the festival? It should be starting soon I think.[/color]


Rebeca frowned and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back to face her. "[color=crimson]Nah nah nah. You don't just drop a bombshell like that and leave it hanging. What'd you do?[/color]"

Mihkail stopped and looked at the pair, noting Germaine's dark expression. [i][color=e25822]Take it easy there, Rebeca. Maybe lets not have a repeat of last night?[/color][/i]

The almost steel like grip on his shoulder was both unfamiliar and completely unsuspecting; generally most people would have dropped the topic - Rebeca clearly was not like "most people"- Kirlia gave a startled jump in response to Rebecas action but didn't do anything past look at the pair with interest and suspicion - since she herself didn't actually know why Giratina had been imprisoned - barring him and Arceus probably no one else did.
[color=red]"What did I do?[/color] Germaine was hard pressed not to shove Rebeca off his person, but it wouldn't be worth starting a potential fight over - he could actually say anything he pleased since she'd have to take his word as the truth.
But... would that be worth doing?
What harm could it do if this one person knew what he had done in the past?
His voice was strained, but fairly clear.
[color=red]"It was barely before humanity had formed their first words - the world was heavily dominated by Pokémon, and in the area "we" inhabited - the embodiments of Space, Time and myself - my role; I can't even remember what it originally was, anyway.
We shared an area of land to physically live in the world to govern it's growth; no doubt Groudon had similar orders, there was a dispute between myself and those two, something small at first but it escalated over time, and as a way to get back at them, I destroyed something they both loved and from there it went into a full fight, the collateral was extensive, and as a result I was banished - for being a "renegade" - pathetic doesn't cover it! [/color]
At this point Germaine was visibly seething, his generally monotone face and calm demeanour evaporated. 

Rebeca blinked. "[color=crimson]So, what? You had a temper tantrum and got put into a time-out? What'd the other guys get?[/color]"

Germaine blinked in surprise, once again Rebeca completely went against what he would have potentially anticipated from someone, his jaw was even slightly agape in sheer surprise, to the point where he was no longer angry.
She may be brash, hell she clearly has absolutely no conscience that what she may say or does in regards to other people, a small grain of respect was there for that at least - no doubt he would have time to appreciate that when he wasn't on the receiving end of her brashness.
[color=red]"A time-out?! What time out's last for millennia with out once being evaluated to go back into the world - who knows how much longer I'd have been trapped in that hellish reality if this plague hadn't killed one of the legendary Pokémon - I swear If I ever get my hands on those two, then Arceus can chalk down two more deaths!
They received no punishment for what they were equally accountable for, whereas I suffered for thousands of years![/color]
His now raised voice was starting to attract glances from other people in the area, but they didn't stop - thankfully.


For a moment, Rebeca was silent. Then the corners of her mouth began twitching, her eyes creased, and her hand covered her mouth as she broke out in giggles. "[color=crimson]Oh, fuck! I'm sorry, but do you have any idea how fucking [b]childish[/b] you sound right now?[/color]" She stumbled backwards and sat down on the bench again, her hand pressed to her forehead as she leaned on her knees. "[color=crimson]Seriously, I've heard better arguments from the five-year-olds back home! Hell, I've started better arguments.[/color]"

She glanced up at the dumbfounded Germaine, laughter still dancing in her eyes. "[color=crimson]I'll admit, you got a pretty raw deal. This Arceus guy was a moron for locking you up for, what'd you say, millenia? I don't even know how long that is, but I'm pretty sure you get less time for murder. And the other guys getting off scotfree, yeah, that sucks. But you haven't learned anything, have you?[/color]" She slapped her knee. "[color=crimson]Alright, lets say, for just a moment, that you find these guys, and get even. Do you honestly [b]that[/b] will make you any more likely to [b]not[/b] get locked up again? You're seriously no better than they are. So you finally get out, just to fuck yourself up again?[/color]" Rebeca shook her head. "[color=crimson]Grow up already. You got screwed over big time, sure. But if you can't even remember what the whole thing got started over, then it obviously wasn't that important. You're just pulling the same old shit over and over again, and that's just stupid. All of you are.[/color]"

She stood up again and gave him a wry smile. "[color=crimson]I dunno what this whole thing was about, but I'm pretty sure you've earned your parole by now. Don't fuck it up because you're too damn proud to say 'I'm sorry'.[/color]"

This woman... she had the social graces that would even disgust a barbarian -that being said, she was right - in her own roundabout sort of way, the temptation to drag her into the Distortion world and leave her there for a century or two - truly it was something that he was contemplating deeply, the satisfaction would be beyond great, just so she could experience what he had, and suffer the same.
But what would that achieve him? Other than something so base as satisfaction - food fulfilled that void and he didn't have to kill any embodiments of time or space to get it.
He had every intent of staying in this world, and recreating the very scenes that placed him in jail - regardless of how unjust would only serve to undo him yet again.
There was only one surefire way to prevent being locked up again, and that was killing the one with the key.
And even he wasn't deluded enough to try Arceus on.
Despite how she managed to tread on his toes in the process of speaking the truth, he couldn't deny that of her.
[color=red]"The only way to prevent my re-incarceration would be to kill the warden - but even I'm not that dumb. And I... suppose you are right, killing them wouldn't be worth having to live out the rest of my days in that world.
Not that, that makes the facts any easier to swallow, it's some consolation at any rate."[/color]
Germaine had calmed down, at long last, and after giving his hair a small ruffle he said in a almost downtrodden tone.
[color=red]"Thanks."[/color]

[i][color=e25822]Truly, you are an inspiration to us all.[/color][/i]

Rebeca glanced at Mihkail. [i][color=crimson]Huh?[/color]

[color=e25822]You didn't just poke the Beedrill's nest, you threw a rock into and then set it on fire.[/color][/i] The Spike Pokemon growled quietly as he settled down beside the Kirlia that always seemed to follow Germaine around. [i][color=e25822]And yet you still came out of it without breaking everything. Maybe you should make a career out of it.[/color]

[color=crimson]Oh. Well, fuck.[/color][/i] Rebeca scratched her head, scraping at the ground with her boot. "[color=crimson]Now that I think of it, I probably could've been less of a bitch about it. Sorry, it's just...[/color]" She bit her lip, "[color=crimson]I used to start a lot of fights when I was little. A real shithead cuz I didn't have anything else to do. Now I can't do that anymore cuz I break everything. So, I just... yeah.[/color]" 

She fell quiet for a moment, then glanced at him. "[color=crimson]They're not tattoos.[/color]"

Germaine honestly felt more comfortable when he was on the verge of killing her, from what he had seen from Rebeca this certainly wasn't what she was normally like around people - another thing that went against his expectations.
[color=red]"There's little need to be sorry, it's just when you live a life isolated from all other life, your thoughts revolve around yourself, and I only had one thought, that was vengeance, I just needed a slap out of that mindset - thankfully I got one before I actually went through and killed the God of time, or something.
There would likely be heavier consequences behind that alone than merely me being put back in jail.
The truth hurts, nothing will change that."[/color]

It did feel as if quite the weight had been lifted from his shoulder, Germaine was unsure as to what exactly he would do if he ever met his culprits, but at the very least he would likely not kill them outright.
A small step down the right path at any rate.
After she fell silent, she said something rather unexpected - namely about her, or rather the markings on her body that weren't tattoos.
Earlier she had diverted away from that area when he asked about them, why did she want to tell him now?
[color=red]"Really? What are they then?[/color] Germaine would be lieing if he wasn't genuinely curious about them.

She pulled off her gloves, revealing the omega markings on the backs of her hands. "[color=crimson]They're part of me. This whole "avatar" thing happened two years ago, right? Well, one day these just appeared on my body and...[/color]" Rebeca hesitated, her expression becoming sad and distant, and Mihkail gave a light growl of concern, "[color=crimson]other stuff... happened. I tell people they're tattoos so that they won't ask a lot of questions. Not that I spend a lot of time around people anyways, but you probably figured that out by now.[/color]" She gave a quick, depricating laugh. "[color=crimson]Pretty sure you could total up the time I've been near people since I left home to a month.[/color]"

Pulling her gloves back on, she scratched her head again. "[color=crimson]I butted into your business. Figured the least I could do was answer your question properly.[/color]"

Germaine- or rather Giratina found that after what Rebeca had said, his hate for Arceus deepened; his face turned into a sneer as he spoke.
[color=red]"It appears that Arceus has little care for the humans that have suffered when they became avatars, Germaine lost who he was, and you no doubt have suffered in your own way; all's I can say is that you have likely made the best decision coming here to this festival - for whatever reason brought you here, be it chance or dragged by someone...[/color] Leos gave withering look to his partner in crime- Kirlia, who merely replied with a large grin - he also noticed that she had began prodding the lump of rock sat next to her- Rebecas Pokémon, so long as she didn't levitate him and throw it at him Germaine would be satisfied - he was growing increasingly paranoid around her these days.
[color=red] "As I was saying, being with other avatars might help you, despite the fact that some of them are down right obnoxious and others who can only sit straight because of the rod that is stuck up their arse, there might be answers down the road.
Maybe even a solution. I don't know what you want Rebeca; but I hope you find it.[/color] 

Another wry smile crossed Rebeca's face. "[color=crimson]Well, that makes two of us. The people here are pretty weird.[/color]" The pair of them started walking, their Pokemon trailing behind. Inside her shirt, Maya squirmed slightly as she woke from her nap, and Rebeca reached up to brush her shell. "[color=crimson]Speakin' of, what do you think of that Tantalus guy?[/color]"

Tantalus... based on looks alone, he had an air around him that effectively said "I have more complexity in my little finger than you do in your genome..." He was probably the sort to resort to that sort of talk as well, despite what he initially seen of him when they spoke, regardless of how brief it may have been he seemed a decent enough guy.
[color=red]"Well, he doesn't seem like too much of a bad guy, maybe a bit stuck up, but that's about it. Why? What do you think of him?"[/color]

Rebeca grimaced. "[color=crimson]Something about him rubbed me the wrong way. Couldn't put my finger on it. Then, last night... something happened. Lost control or something, started ranting about how he was going to kill everyone. Only I don't think it was him.[/color]" She bit her lip again. "[color=crimson]I don't know what it is, but he, they, whatever, ain't nice at all. And it's a little my fault, I tried to scare him down, cept he didn't bite. Whoever he is, he's dangerous.[/color]" She glanced at Germaine. "[color=crimson]I'm pretty sure if he breaks, he's gonna come after me first, but keep an eye on him, okay?[/color]"

Germaine was outstanded at first, whilst Tantalus was one to - in his opinion- start a duel of words, he couldn't see him make a threat to kill everyone and even further to the point that even Rebeca couldn't get him to shut up; that man Lucas received a fractured rib for the result of ruining her meal, so she was definitely one to follow up on it.
Maybe he was drunk? Did he even drink that night?
[color=red]"Well... The distortion world is a prison, and I can access it whenever I want - within reason, if - for whatever reason, Tantlaus 'breaks' there's a place we can keep him without lives going at risk. Although I must say I have my doubts that he is the sort to actually go through with what he said; maybe he was just trying to rattle you as some sort of twisted joke?"[/color] Germaine looked at Rebeca with doubt in his brow, but something in her face showed real concern.

She shook her head. "[color=crimson]No, I've learned to tell when somebody's looking to start a fight.[/color]" She turned her head towards him and gestured to the three faded claw marks on her cheek. "[color=crimson]You think I gave these to myself? Whoever was talking, they were dead serious, and if you'd been there, you'd have been sure too. Just, keep an eye on him. I don't want people getting hurt, and I'm sure that he's hiding something else.[/color]"

Silence followed them for a while, before she spoke again. "[color=crimson]So, you going to be in that parade?[/color]"


Germaine took what she said to heart, he would give Tantalus a level of discretion whenever he was near him, and he'd certainly drag his protesting body into the Distortion world if he got out of hand - there, he would have to face Giratina, in his Origin forme, if that wouldn't subdue him then there was no rational thought left in his mind.
Thankfully the conversation got a tad lighter after another intermission of silence.
[color=red]"Well, If I don't I know I'll be teleported onto my float against my will by Kirlia - apparantly "mother" says that I have to paticpate in every event... How about yourself? Is your Pokémon forcing you into it as well?[/color]

Rebeca chuckled. "[color=crimson]Please, I've spent two years avoiding people, you think I'm just going to up and put myself on display like that? Fuck no. Besides, Mihkail couldn't force me into anything if he tried.[/color]" 

The Spike Pokemon accepted that without comment.

Her expression sobered up a bit. "[color=crimson]He does think that I should go into that tournament though, and honestly, I've been thinking about it. I might not start fights anymore, but I've always loved a good tussle. People, Pokemon, didn't matter, it was all fun, and I kind of miss that.[/color]" She shrugged. "[color=crimson]Plus, boxing rocks is getting kind of tiresome.[/color]"

[color=red]"The tournament, I must confess is something I have been looking forward to, not many chances arise where you can beat someone you don't like up and are allowed to get away with it - Wells and Lucas are the two I would dearly love to dish a beating out to.
At any rate, are you going to watch the festival? May as well head there now if that's the case."[/color]

"[color=crimson]Yeah, might as well.[/color]" Rebeca grinned, lightly drumming the tips of her fingers on her thighs. "[color=crimson]Been a long time since I've seen a parade.[/color]"