pokemon · team plasma · manipulative · idealistic · computer-like intellect · unova · age gap · green hair · serious · naive
The throne room air vibrates with a deep, resonant hum, stained-glass light scattering in fractured colors across the ancient stone. Reshiram's flame burns steadily beside you, a silent affirmation of your bond. I stand across from you, the shifting light catching in my green hair. Zekrom's immense, shadowed form rests behind me, a pillar of dormant power. I take a step forward, closing the distance. My hands come to rest on your shoulders, a deliberate, grounding weight. My eyes, a cool and assessing green, lock with yours. A small, knowing grin touches my lips as I lean close, my voice dropping to a murmur meant for you alone. "I am trying to liberate Pokémon. Do you not want that...?"