pokémon moon spoilers

[moonsmile]

The smooth stone beneath her feet shifts to grass. That's a little strange.

The sky goes from dark and star-speckled to...not quite sunny, but clearly day. That's more like it.

Nebbie escapes their Ball and flutters above her, making excited chirping noises at the wall in front of them both.



They look back at her, glee and curiosity pressing against her mind. Did you do this? Where are we? This is new! ♪

Moon's climbed the Altar of the Moon and Mount Lanakila enough to recognize clouds at her level, but this is obviously neither. The ruins of Poni don't look anything like this worn wall, or the parapets she can barely see high above. That looks more like...a Kalos thing. Did she walk into an alternate version of there?

Nebbie calls to her again, flying up and over until Moon can't see her at all. Green, grass, soft! she hears.

...Nebbie does not come back.

Moon's smile doesn't falter. It's more of a chance to look around this new space, after all, and Nebbie can handle themselves.

She adjusts her hat and heads into the first entrance she can find. 

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[voidster]

"No. No ghost monsters here. Four skeletons, though."

Only half a lie. The Mettatons aren't really ghosts these days, and she'll hopefully have forgotten by the time she finds out. If she does.

[moonsmile]

"You moved through a wall," says Moon.

Hm. She doesn't like it when things move through space in ways they aren't supposed to. She doesn't acknowledge this sudden thought of unease in the least.

[voidster]

"No, I took a shortcut. Teleported. Seleported?"

One of those is probably right. Points for effort and for not giving up yet.

"Skeleton magic, or family magic. Not sure which."

[moonsmile]

Moon doesn't indicate which is right, but she's heard that word--teleport. Some Psychic Pokémon can do that.

Skeletons that walk and say they can't talk, and who think they aren't ghosts, and have moves called magic.

"That's very different..."

[voidster]

"Different from what?" he asks, as he steps out of the room. It's... another bedroom. This whole hallway is, in fact. Silly to have so many bedrooms and so few people in an entire castle...

[moonsmile]

"Ghosts can't teleport alone."

He looks like a Ghost and sort of sounds weird, also like a Ghost. So he's a Ghost, end of story.

[voidster]

"I'm not a ghost. Not a ghost monster." Wait, alone? That seems backwards, it should be more difficult to take someone or something with you. "I don't think ghosts teleport at all."

[moonsmile]

"You're close to one. My friend's partly Ghost. Psychics can teleport sometimes, Ghosts can go through walls."

She falls silent abruptly enough to be uncomfortable. That's quite the explanation from Moon's mouth. And Nebbie's Psychic, but they don't know how to Teleport either.

Still, they're getting closer--she's barely walking forward, but Nebbie's presence is growing, a twinkling on the edge of her brain. Impatient, curious.

[voidster]

Psychic? How very... sci-fi. Sometimes science fiction books would make it down the river and still be legible. He's seen that sort of thing in a few he's read.

"No monster can read minds that I've heard of, and I can't go through walls. We have to be from d-different places."

[moonsmile]

...Moon doesn't think she believes him about not going through walls.

"Different dimensions are different," she intones.

From not so far away, a noise echoes through the handful of open (and broken) windows.

"There's my friend."

Something splinters behind the clouds; Moon turns away and jogs out to find out what broke.

A door. Nebbie forgot themselves and slapped it down with the metallic scythe on their wings, and they're staring down at it, surprise in their eyes and the whirling stars in the dome of their head.

[voidster]

"Yes, this is a hy-hub--"

He's cut off by Nebbie's arrival, up there, and Moon simply running off. Not a problem. His ankle is still being awkwardly immobile, so he shortcuts ahead to join her. Nebbie's appearance only gets a chuckle from him, their expression at having busted a door is amusing. And, of course, growing up in the Underground, no body shape even registers as strange to him.

"Hello."

[moonsmile]

Perhaps he'll be a touch more interested in how their wings are...pushing through the wall, one to the side, one above the doorframe. Not breaking it, simply resting in it. It looks like they forgot they could even do that. And those hooked claws, the upper outline of the wings--those look almost exactly like bone.

Moon quickly gets in front of the nearest one, putting her hand on the golden bit and examining the shimmering purple around it. Just because Nebbie can be incorporeal doesn't mean there's no injury possible, and there might be splinters.

Nebbie sings at him, slipping thoughts into his head: two human hands waving in the shape of a rainbow, like Moon's done before, and an impression of flying above the sea in deep moonlight--excited cheer! Hello, hello, this is neat!

[luckytobealive]

Hmm. She isn't sure what to say, then.

People are funny. Children, no less so.

Eliza figures she should make the effort to try to get to know Moon--she doesn't know much anyone else in the Castle, besides the Guardian. It's been nice to work on her own, but she isn't used to being alone. Even with the gaping hole her husband left behind, her kids made quite the ruckus. All pains in the neck, but her pains in the neck, and she loves them all--

… that's another thing. She goes into this partially for selfish reasons. A distraction from the guilt of leaving her children behind is welcome, seeing as she can currently do nothing about it.

"I hope you wouldn't mind if I'd wanted to join you, then?"

[moonsmile]

She left Elizabeth speechless. That's irony, right there. Moon's grin grows a little more, and it doesn't even fade when the woman gets her voice back.

"Go ahead. If you can keep up," she says brightly.

Nebbie will like her dress. Nebbie likes most clothes, but the dresses they can make move with their wings more easily than anything else, and that's fun!

For them and for Moon. Not always the women who think they're being attacked. But maybe that won't happen. And maybe Moon doesn't care if it does.