When will she come back? She has to- do homework. She always does that first.
[ Shaymin is trying to explain, Heatran is crying at the small grey tin. She wonders why she's crying instead of simply picking it up. If she wants it so bad she can have it, she can have anything she'd like.
Shaymin says that Jirachi is dead- gone. In front of the school, and she was the only one there aside from some girls from school. She saw her go.
Arceus continues to stare at the tin, her eyes vacant as usual- unfocused. Her voice is as light and airy as it usually is: ]
When will she come home?
[ Shaymin looks shocked, and Heatran is the tough one now- she puts her arm around her sisters shoulder and leads her up the stairs out of their underground home, up above ground so she'll feel better (even if being in such a wide-opened space unnerved her herself). As they leave, Arceus continues to stare at the tin, before looking around for Deoxys. Normally he'd run on the treadmill a bit before work, or talk to his daughters, or things like that. Maybe he would do laundry that the maid left behind. She goes through each room, one by one.
He wasn't in their bed, wasn't in the girls bed. Wasn't playing with the old dollhouse she demanded they keep so she could play with it. He wasn't on the laptop. It's only after a good few minutes that she stops and threads her hands through her hair, she stares down at the ground below her feet; suddenly she's angry. Her tempers flare and she's yelling unintelligibly and crumpling into a mess on the ground and holding her head.
Where was Deoxys? He had to go find Jirachi before curfew. ]
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[ Shaymin is trying to explain, Heatran is crying at the small grey tin. She wonders why she's crying instead of simply picking it up. If she wants it so bad she can have it, she can have anything she'd like.
Shaymin says that Jirachi is dead- gone. In front of the school, and she was the only one there aside from some girls from school. She saw her go.
Arceus continues to stare at the tin, her eyes vacant as usual- unfocused. Her voice is as light and airy as it usually is: ]
When will she come home?
[ Shaymin looks shocked, and Heatran is the tough one now- she puts her arm around her sisters shoulder and leads her up the stairs out of their underground home, up above ground so she'll feel better (even if being in such a wide-opened space unnerved her herself). As they leave, Arceus continues to stare at the tin, before looking around for Deoxys. Normally he'd run on the treadmill a bit before work, or talk to his daughters, or things like that. Maybe he would do laundry that the maid left behind. She goes through each room, one by one.
He wasn't in their bed, wasn't in the girls bed. Wasn't playing with the old dollhouse she demanded they keep so she could play with it. He wasn't on the laptop. It's only after a good few minutes that she stops and threads her hands through her hair, she stares down at the ground below her feet; suddenly she's angry. Her tempers flare and she's yelling unintelligibly and crumpling into a mess on the ground and holding her head.
Where was Deoxys? He had to go find Jirachi before curfew. ]