Trying.

[oncelunarian]

"There was a sparkle of light, in enclosed darkness. A daydream, forgotten, or turned into a nightmare? Regardless its shift, it became a strange dream, one out of seemingly nowhere. It traveled to other worlds, tempting fate and leaving destiny hung out and dry. It was a legend befit to touch us all."

[ As if these words were tied in a nice and sweet poem or thought-wait this IS your thoughts they're prying into. Telepathy. Strangely enough, they seem like utter idle musings. They are not directed at you, as if 'thinking aloud' could be exaggerated any more than this, it's a quite fitting scenario. The words belong to a pokemon of the moon lore, one thought a guardian of sorts, no, believed. Their expression is scrunched with confusion and distraught, they are quite lost, and don't know where they are. These halls...these halls are vast. ]

"...this area is unknown to me...are you there anymore...I can't see you...where are you?"

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[betabangs]

[They are; Blue's wandering them herself, looking for more people. The three she met before were nice, but... she can't imagine it just being the four of them here, in such a big place.

She puts her hands around her mouth so she can echo down the halls.]

I'm here! Who's asking?

[oncelunarian]

[ The crescent makes a small noise of shock. The echo's sound had reached their ears, well, the ones that weren't within visible sight on their current appearance. A female voice...not him. But better than the breath of silence. ]

"...My name's...Cres."

[betabangs]

[Cres...]

That's a cute name! I'm Blue! B-L-U-E!

how do i grammar

[oncelunarian]

[ The echos ceased to startled the crescent, adapting well was one of it's talents, big or small. Now it was time to seek out this individual. Cute...? That wasn't new, but it was surely rare. Whether there was a language barrier or not mattered little, the girl or young lady spoke common, and so could any pokemon who put their mind to it. Automatically assuming it was a human sometimes led to problems...not that humans are bad. ]

"Um...thank you...where are you...? These halls are quite...numerous. It's cumbersome to navigate them without getting lost."

sacrifice a child and hope for the best

[betabangs]

It really, really is!

[She sounds way too happy about it. Thump thump thump -- she's running through the halls -- no she just ran past Cres's hallway. Back track and peeking past the corner.]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey!

sorry family stole me, for a few days. the fourth.

[oncelunarian]

[ The crescent flinched, it's eyes gazing to the young lady at the end of the hall. It seems it is a human, yet somehow it's more relaxing it is a human, rather a pokemon. The pokemon decided to approach, hovering over, keeping it's composure as it decreased the distance between the two. And then the halls moved. ]

"Er, hello."

[ Even if it was more comfortable with a human, or Girat, at this moment...the crescent still was nervous. Yet it approached Blue nonetheless. ]

it's fine!

[betabangs]

[So pretty... The voice is familiar too, so she's sure she found the right person. Er, Pokémon.]

You're really pretty, Cres! It is you, right? You're like, really super pretty!

[oncelunarian]

[ It was relieving to have another in company finally. ]

"Thank you...you are Blue...?"

[betabangs]

That's right! It's really nice to meet you face to face... Even if I didn't think you'd be a Pokémon. You are a Pokémon, right? I mean, you don't really look like any I've ever seen.

[oncelunarian]

[ What was this...? Never seen one of it's kind? Then again, it wasn't truly surprising. ]

"I usually hide...so many do not see me. I am indeed a pokémon."

[betabangs]

Are you scared? [She scuffs her shoe against the floor, idly.] I hide when I'm scared.

[oncelunarian]

"...!"

[ The crescent becomes silent. ]

[betabangs]

[Is that a yes?]

Don't worry! I'll protect you! Me and Nidoran will! We'll make sure nothing mean tries to get you! You can really really trust us, okay!

[distortedmourner]

[Oh, hey, he knows that mindvoice sort of.

It takes him a bit of poking around before he comes across the source.] Right here, Cresselia. [He walks over, stopping once he's directly in front of the other Pokemon.] Right in front of ye.

[oncelunarian]

[ The crescent halts almost immediately. Their expression seeming relieved yet very confused. Their eyes, scanning the others 'form', as if trying to spot something in a jigsaw puzzle. ]

"Girat? It smells like you...why are we here? Where did you take us? And pray tell why are you...in that form? Is this another game of yours?"

[ The crescent behaved as if it were scandalized. ]

[distortedmourner]

If we be talking forms, I could ask ye the same thing. [He frowns a bit.] I haven't a clue where we are, though, and it wasn't my machinations that brought us here.

[oncelunarian]

"What? What are you saying? I've always looked this."

[ The crescent gave a look of wary. ]

"...wait. You are Girat...correct? Giratina?"