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]

"Neiher had I. Different when you're confinet without modern technologhy." The castle is much smaller than the underground, after all, and with so few people these days. Oh, well, it's still a step up from the void.

He pauses and opens a door they're passing... just another empty bedroom, very very dusty.

[moonsmile]

It's a strange place...but she's tempted.

Very tempted.

...

She wanders in like it's natural and drops onto the bed, atop the blankets and all. It's a bad habit, but Moon finds she learns a lot testing beds.

It's very soft, but incredibly musty. It's nearly sad how long nobody's used it...

And then she hops up again. "It looks like a museum."

[voidster]

"Not clean enough for a mufeum."

His poor pronunciation really makes no sense. Oh, well, walking talking skeleton.

"There are cleaner rooms."

[moonsmile]

"Are you biting your tongue?"

She brushes herself off, looking around a little more. There are minuscule cobwebs in the corners. A desk with paper--scrolls, but there's no writing at all. A bucket, empty of anything but rings of old waterstains.

Oh well, there's plenty of other rooms to explore, aren't there?

[voidster]

"Don't have one."

Laughter in his voice, as he watches them explore. Not the dangerous sort of human child, he thinks.

"Comlicated skeleton... thing. I don't hear myself the way you hear me. Never sure what I'm s-saying."

[moonsmile]

She halts and looks him over again, far more deliberately than before.

Moon understands. "You don't have ears."

...But he can hear her, so...maybe she doesn't.

[voidster]

"No, it's strainer than that. I hear nonsense, you hear words."

Absolutely he could give a better explanation, if she weren't new and needing more important things explained, if he had the patience to truly speak freely. If.

Oh, well, she seems laid-back.

[moonsmile]

"But you know how to talk..."

She's got more important things to do than interrogate a skeleton how it talks--Moon starts walking away again, a little faster. Maybe he'll be able to keep up, maybe he won't; she'll be keeping an ear out to see which is which, but she's not going to slow down just for him.

[voidster]

"Yes."

Well. Either he's making her nervous after all, having the sheer nerve to stand around looking like the undead, or she's worried about her friend.

He doesn't need to walk any faster. He cheats. Suddenly, he's opening a door she's passing, just wide enough to grin at her. Shortcuts!

(A little immature, but funny. Soon he probably won't feel up to being amusing.)

"Rather explore alone?"

i am so sorry her replies are not much to work with |'D

[moonsmile]

Alright, maybe she will slow down for him, if not in the way she was considering--she halts, looking back.

Nothing.

That's...disconcerting.

"What?"

I can stop!

[voidster]

He's twiddling his thumbs. (It's strange to not be doing anything with his hands.)

"You can tell me to go away."

nuuu

[moonsmile]

A moment ago, Moon wouldn't have minded if he did. Now...

"Are you a ghost?"

[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!