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rule #1 of patricide is to have fun and be yourself

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"The children yearn for sour Skittles." Her full size candy bar stash was totally decimated.

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"Good luck to everyone in Sinnoh tonight." Sendoff Spring is filled with the chatter of several hundred ghosts. Many spirits accumulated at Giratina's lake normally, but on Halloween, all of the ghosts in the region came together to mingle until night finally fell. It was still early, so the entire ghostly population wasn't here yet.

As for Giratina, she was, of course, dressed as herself - as she did every year. A golden crown, similar to that of her true form rest on her head and upon the sides of her face. Her wings were also unfurled and free, the seemingly gaseous appendages shaped into six tendrils. There were even the six gold half-rings that lined her abdomen on either side; Giratina had truly gone all out.

The ghost queen was ready.

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It's Halloween. It's also her birthday. Giratina gifted Elys a hand scythe, the blade being made from crystals found in the Distortion World, and the handle being woven from plant fibers also found in the Distortion World. She had already hacked into a tree - it seemed not just very sturdy, but incredibly sharp. Elys couldn't see the blade dulling any time soon, if at all.

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and one more final ooc post for you on this halloween morning that's completely unrelated (but is something i wanted to bring up)

from the teraleaks there was that whole bit of scrapped lore that dialga and palkia were in love/married (iirc?) and birthed the weather trio or whatever... please..... PLEASE understand that i personally headcanon the creation trio as siblings and nothing like that will ever be seen as canon or incorporated as 'lore' here. please respect my headcanons and dont send any asks or weird stuff involving that :') absolutely NOT a fan and i thank god every day they didnt incorporate that into any of the games

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giving myself an existential/emotional crisis last night thinking about how ive been writing gira for over 10 years now.... i made her blog when i was a minor???? and she's also changed SO much i remember when she would be willing to kill her siblings for a corn chip and now she would kill FOR them instead... standing up to arcy more and not being scared of him (she actually still is a little bit afraid of him but dont tell anyone, its just not as bad as it used to be)..... its like watching ur kid get older and develop their personality/interests and form meaningful bonds w others

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The radiation she throws off when using her powers also probably doesn't help.

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there really are few emotions i find more compelling in a story than "you should be afraid of me. please don't be afraid of me"

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5 sexiest things a woman could wear

Full suit of armor

Just an oversized teeshirt

blood of her enemies

leather jacket

Super cool sword on her back

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past raygira hurt comfort coming Soon to a dash near you

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The shadowy Pokémon must have made this bizarre world. That's why trying to change our world disturbed it and made it reveal itself. But that is all irrelevant. What matters is defeating that Pokémon and making this world disappear. I won't allow it to interfere with me again. With it gone, neither world will be able to revert to its original state...

of course I drew these two for @pokegeistzine! leftovers are still open so go check it out :]

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Giratina stays silent for a moment, a brow steadily raising. He thought she was being attacked? The richness of such a statement almost made her laugh. Almost.

"Not quite. I thought the maniacal laughter would have given that away... maybe that's something I need to readjust." She soon returns to her usual, neutral expression. "I'm not someone that needs saving anyways. Though it was..." fun wasn't the right word, was it? "interesting having someone else join in."

Her eyes, once again, gazed over the mess that was left behind. There truly wasn't anything left of this victim - nothing to identify them by whatsoever. Giratina wasn't particularly worried about that either way. No laws could hold a goddess such as she, not even Arceus' authority would make her budge (though she doubted her father would care about the murder of humans anyways).

She blinked as he lift a hand to her, finally leaning his name. Ameth, befitting of the purple hue of his eyes, Giratina noted. At least it would be easy to remember.

Ah, what the hell. She was already in this deep, wasn't she? Meeting new allies was always a coin toss for her. Would they be someone she eventually slaughtered after being enraged, or leave on their own accord upon realizing the danger that surrounds her?

Giratina lift her hand and clasped it within Ameth's, immediately noting the strength of his grip. Her own strength was nothing to sneeze at either, and it was clear as day she was showing a moderate amount of restraint. Though, she had to wonder if someone with his strength would be able to actually survive hers if she didn't hold back.

There wasn't any real reason to think that for now, regardless. Someone like this was more beneficial having as an ally, rather than an enemy. Giratina had no qualms with him so far. Besides, she was very interested to see how this would all go down. It wasn't every day she met someone that appeared to be human, but held many things beneath the surface that piqued her curiosity.

Finally, she'd relinquish her own, bone-crushing grip. Her expression was level, unreadable, even as the blush spread across her new companion's face. At the compliment, she hardly blinked an eye. It was something she heard a lot over the years, be it in the era of Hisui or Sinnoh. There was an alluring, almost unnatural beauty about her. Dangerous, and tantalizing - something that lead many men, and even women, to their deaths.

"You're braver than most for coming out with such a strong compliment right away," she remarked, "I like the boldness. Anyways... it's Giratina." Would he know who she truly was? There was such a vacant look to his eyes, and that dopey expression... On top of that, she wasn't sure if Ameth was even from around here. She got the impression that he wasn't. "Feel free to call me Gira, if that's too much of a mouthful for you."

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"Oh. I thought you were being attacked."

Was he lying? Absolutely. Or, probably not. It was difficult to tell even if Ameth were faced with someone who knew him like the back of their hand. Regardless, his expression became an awkward one, and one could almost see the comically large bead of sweat forming on the side of his head, the type to form on characters typically found in silly little animations. His amethyst eyes tore away from her own, stunning and beautifully blood-red, perhaps pretending to feel a little embarrassed, or perhaps genuinely feeling as though he had egg on his face. Ameth did begin to lick the knife he had pulled out to commit the excessive murdering, however, cleaning it of its blood coating and thus showing that he was still on the same thoroughly homicidal page as the woman was.

His little show of humiliation was short-lived, however, as a wide and beaming grin quickly spread over his face again. He held his bloody knife to his side, and somehow made himself appear completely harmless, as he stuck out his free hand in offering for a friendly handshake.

"Ah, who cares. The name's Ameth, but you can call me... Ameth!"

He closed one eye and playfully stuck out his tongue.

If she decided to shake his hand, she would find Ameth's grip to be horrifically firm. Inhumanly strong, even, grip strength that would be more fitting for a Machamp than any human. Maybe he sought to make her his next victim, or he simply did not know his own strength. Seeing how his gaze was utterly vacant, devoid of any intelligent or higher thought, like looking a pug in the eyes, it would seem as though the latter option was more likely...

Even a psychic would have trouble admitting to any coherent thought in his brain. His current mental image consisted of little more than one of those little toy monkeys, those that clinked their miniature cymbals together and performed backflips.

Anyway, despite his face being soaked with blood, underneath she would be able to see a blush forming across his cheeks and nose. His whole face, too, shifted to take on a more docile form.

"You're... really pretty. What's your name?"

An admittedly unnerving string of words, but he seemed harmless...

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Well, relatively harmless. He did more than assist in gutting their shared victim, after all.

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"Finally, the best part of the year."

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this is one of the most giracore videos ive ever seen in my life

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[First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 1, Ameth @ Gira]

"Is this what they call love at first sight?"

Coated in gore and dripping with blood, none of it his own, Ameth's cheeky little comment could almost be seen as madness. That is, if the other 'person' present were not in a similar... predicament.

What would be even more shocking is that there was every change he was being truly genuine. In his disturbing point-of-view, this already gorgeous woman now covered in the remains of their unfortunate victim was a stunning, awe-inspiring sight. A living work of art, unmatched beauty. Perhaps one would have been able to catch the sound of his heart skipping a beat (or, rather, the lack thereof) the moment he first laid eyes on her.

Then again, there was every chance he was still playing the role of stooge...

Blood and viscera coated nearly every inch of Giratina. Truthfully, she hadn't expected this to be so messy, though she was never one to complain. Crimson eyes focused downwards on her hands, picking pieces of flesh from beneath razor-sharp nails. Her canines were equally as bloody, having lost herself a tad bit in the moment. She hadn't wasted any tool at her disposal.

Killing solo was one thing. Killing in a pair was absolutely another.

Still, she had no complaints. It was a rarity that someone would actually partake in such violence, rather than attempting to stop her or reason with her. That, in of itself, had very much piqued her interest.

Well, that was until this new murder partner of hers spoke.

Giratina's gaze immediately flicked up from her nails, unable to stop the incredulous laugh that passed her painted lips. Whether it was one of mirth, or mockery, was anyone's guess - it all sounded the same regardless.

"I think the word you're looking for is 'delusional'." Giratina supplied, pausing to lick blood from her teeth. Had her clothes not been so sullied, she would have wiped her hands off as well. "Or 'suicidal', perhaps?" She'd continue picking at her nails, looking back up to the other every now and then. Something about him was interesting; she could sense something peculiar that made her want to stick around, instead of just writing him off. A rarity for the Renegade these days.

"Regardless," she'd flick a bit of gore from her hand, looking at the carnage that lay at their feet, "nice work. I'm surprised someone was able to actually keep up with me- well, I'm more surprised that you didn't care to try and stop me. Too many virtuous, self-righteous people these days..." He had her interest, now, and whether that was a positive or a negative was yet to be seen.