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How tall do you headcanon Galacta? :0c I mean compared to a human perhaps?

AHAHA I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!! BECAUSE

I made a height chart!!

Don't worry about most of these guys they're a bunch of ocs for an RP server I'm a part of minus Nonsurat and Clawroline.

But to answer your question compared to an average 6ft tall person Galacta Knight is probably around 2"5'. He'd be able to reach your knees while standing up. According to my lore for Puffballs, he's decently tall but the Goliath that is Nonsurat still beats him in terms of height.

In terms of height for any gijinka verses Imma be real I suck at picking out heights for human characters. So I'd say he's simply taller than the average man.

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For a good few seconds, the angelic-alien-looking creature didn't look like it survived the impact. He lay face down in the steaming dirt, frighteningly still and uncomfortably singed all over.

Finally, after an uncomfortable stillness, the alien started to come to. Those sullied white feathers twitched, and his back began to gently rise and fall with barely noticeable breaths. Bearing steady signs of life, sensations returning one by one as he recovered from the shock. Till finally a touch to his back snaps his consciousness back to reality.

At first, his bleary senses must not have noticed them as he coughed, his arms moving to slowly push himself up off the ground with great amounts of effort. Only now that he had started moving again did he feel someone there. Not just through the physical contact on his person, but through the magic that they held in them too.

He was not alone.

A burst of adrenaline gave Galacta Knight enough energy to swiftly pick himself up and put distance between himself and whoever had just discovered him. The sabatons covering his stubby feet leaving a scratch in the ground as he skidded to a stop halfway across the room before he effectively fell to his knees again.

The puffball had at least energy enough to cast a gaze upwards at who he hoped was here to provide aid. His face covered by a circular mask with a star-shaped opening for his eyes to peer through, which met the mage with startled scrutiny.

"Who are you?" He demanded, a deep and heavily accented voice flowing out of one so much smaller than the one he shared this crumbling building with. "Where is this place- where am I? This planet, I could not recognize this planet-"

Behind that mask, the alien's eyes squint in confusion as he got a better look at the other. Alarm rising in his heart when he couldn't positively identify their species as one that resided in his own galaxy.

This wasn't looking good for him.

The night had been quiet. And Lilli had decided to go on one of her usual night strolls. Well... after she got a coffee from some small coffee shop, that had still open at this time of the night. And with her fresh coffee, the mage started her quiet stroll through the streets. It's the best time for a walk in her opinion. It's dark, barely anyone is around, and it's quiet. Just perfect.

After a while she stops just opposite of a condemned building, to take a sip of her beverage... Just for her to hesitate as a light in the sky caught her eye. A comet perhaps? It looked kinda strange though... And- Wait. Was it getting brighter? She wasn't an astronomer, but that surely didn't seemed right at all. The 'comet' got so bright that the mage even had to cover her eyes, and let her cup fall. The night became day, and suddenly a loud crash broke the silence of the night... and the light was gone. When Lilli uncovered her eyes again, it was more that obvious that the 'comet' had apparently crashed into the condemned building just on the opposite side of the street from her. Well. How lucky that it hit exactly that building.

" Holy shit. Zhat vas... spectacular. "

The woman mumbled to herself as she watched the building crumble, and shake. Seems like that comet had done a lot of damage to it. Perhaps it's even going to collapse completely soon... The perfect moment for her to go and grab a piece of that comet! Hey, it's not like as if she couldn't get out of there quickly with her magic if she needed to. And how cool would it be to have a piece of something from space? So Lilli makes her way quickly over, and into the damaged building. Hopefully she will be done before the police or the fire department arrives. She doubted no one had noticed this besides herself.

The moment she got close to the crater, something seemed off about the comet... And as she got even closer, Lilli could see that it had... wings? Did that comet accidentally hit a bird before crashing into the place? Asking herself that, she carefully slided into the crate to get even closer to the strange being, just to finally realize that this... creature seemed to be the comet she had seen a moment before falling from the sky. And it looked like nothing she had seen before in her life. Well, the wings did remind her of an angel but... this being was so small, she doubted it was one... Maybe. Then... an alien perhaps? It wouldn't exactly surprise the mage if beings like alien's existed. It just would be the first time for her to meet one. Well, a dead one. Probably... Was it dead?

Lilli then took the last few steps before she stood directly next to Galacta, just to crouch down a bit to inspect the knight a bit closer. How strange it looked. Round, almost like a ball. Then there was a.. mask? And horn. Oh, and of course the white wings. It sure wasn't something she had expected an alien to look like.

" Damn. You sure took quite a fall, eh? Are you even alive...? "

The mage again muttered to herself, just to reach out and place a hand on the beings round body. Where is she suppose to feel a pulse on this creature?

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The younger trainer's posturing and attitude earned him another disapproving look from Galacta. At the very least, the two of them had one thing in common- Neither could seem to approve of the other.

As he was led away to a more open space to host their battle and his opponent's Pokemon of choice- a very well taken care of Feraligatr- was drawn out, Galacta's eyes were drawn to the ball that held his choice.

"Mh. No room for names, at least?" He lightly tsked at the younger man's perceived eagerness for a fight and nothing more.

Though, seeing how much the trainer praised his Pokemon's prowess in battle, he at least took comfort that before him stood someone who regarded his partners with respect and understood their power. He allowed his hardened gaze to ease just a little, and sends out his Pokemon from its ball.

A Sylveon emerged, his first action to affectionately nuzzle purr and squeal at the sight of its beloved trainer. Pastel pink and white fur buries itself so tightly into Galacta, practically fusing with his flowing pink hair and fuchsia kimono hiding under his black trench coat.

It was the cuddly, typical behavior one could have expected from a Pokemon that evolved from affection. What probably wasn't typical behavior was how Sylveon regarded the challenger. While the rest of it hugged into his trainer, the thing's face turned to look at Silver in the eyes with a cold, contempt glare freezing over those baby blue eyes.

Sylveon wasn't sizing his opponent up. No. It looked downright offended. And yet, the old trainer's hand gives the spiteful little fairy type a loving stroke on the head.

"I apologize." The veteran sighed, a loving look directed at his pokemon. "Sylveon is rather... Protective of me. Rarely does he regard anyone but me with kindness, and he shall not hold himself back."

Instantly, Sylveon takes its place in front of his trainer, pointy fangs bared in a snarl that seemed so strange for one of its kind, as if it thought Silver and his Feraligatr had come to kill his beloved trainer rather than challenge him to a battle.

Galacta's hardened gaze fell on his opponent. Finally, some vigor had found its way into this older trainer as he prepared for battle. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to get his Pokemon to believe in and fight for him.

"... I should hope that this is to your liking."

"Ugh ..."

He groans as obvious as the man sighs. It was shameless, the way he allowed himself to sound like a teenage girl who was denied the chance to go shopping for what she wanted. Silver couldn't help it; he wasn't boring! Yet, the older male behaved like he was the least interesting thing in the world. What was he busy doing anyway? Sitting there and getting older? The fiery redhead almost, almost, regrets bothering him for a battle when the sea of people started growing nosy with their silence. The silence was too loud that inwardly, it bothered Silver more than he expected. Everyone was about to stare at him being rejected.

But by god did grandpa pick up the pace.

'Fine-'

"Oh, finally."

Silver exhales exasperatedly upon hearing the magic word. Now, that the agreement phase was out of the way, his little tantrum subsided, and he was free to appreciate the little details of the artwork that was his opponent.

He wasn't the incompetent pile of mush Silver made him out to be in his mind a minute ago. He's a seasoned trainer, that of the valued Veteran class. He must've seen more winters than Silver has seen springs. The young one can only wonder how many leagues his pokemon team conquered ... Silver was on a journey of his own to beat every region's champion. And if this guy battled too many to count in his lifetime, he can only imagine how much experience he'll gain in this one battle.

Silver leaves space in his mind to notice life outside of pokemon battling. When he catches sight of the Pokeball made of a far more organic material than those of today, he is taken back to his childhood home, Johto. A region that is the last to get a slice of the future, Silver recalls the elders of humble neighborhoods in their porches, concentrating more on their wooden spheres than their grandchildren outside the streets. A wooden pokeball was a sight so common then, he didn't expect to enjoy the sight of one this much now. He does not realize how intensely he has been gazing at his wooden pokeball.

When his ears register an accent distinct from the dialect the crowd shared, Silver is in for another treat; the man's voice echoes on and on in his head.

"'I shall do battle with you, fellow trainer' ... You sound so polite, ojisan. Where are you from? Galar?"

He was like a cat walking in the dark. Clever and hard to catch. Silver walked a fine line between sounding mature and mischievous. He copies his dialogue but doesn't mimic it. He compliments him, but not without nicknaming him 'old man' at the end of it. He reads his voice only to, without permission, pinpoint with precision. As much as it sounded like he gained some sort of leverage, the reality was, that Silver was excited to get a sample of a region he had yet to walk on through meeting this stranger. He appreciated life beyond his orbit.

But, was he going to appreciate his opponent in the long run? Silver can't tell, but show.

Silver begins walking away, though, eye contact is not lost. A silent way to direct his rival from the crowd that seems to irritate them both by doing and saying nothing except stare. While they can't exactly escape the gaze of the cafe's clients, Silver stops in a space that will force any person to get up from their comfort spots if they want to hear the rest of their conversation.

The only addition that comes through is a shiny silhouette that streams out of his pokeball, an alligator with sheeny, blue scales. The creature opens her jaws, an unusual attempt of a smile, but it only comes off as a horror show of her sharp teeth. Her trainer does not match her affable attitude, but pride? They share. He strokes her jaw, not tired of the sight of her weaponry.

"Feraligatr's my choice. She always clears out most of my opponent's pokemon before the rest of my team gets a chance."

Once she gets the chance to wag her tail contently, she scurries to the battlefield like a child eager to make their parent proud. There's a grin on Silver's face watching her take off, and now, he shares it with the other by going back to make eye contact. He feigns an exhausted sigh.

"If you win, I'll buy you a meal of your choice-"

Cue a better incentive.

"-away from here, since the coffee of this place was ... not to your taste."

Okay, this time, Silver does mimic him. He can't get the gravel of his stranger's baritone and his attempt sounded more like a drawl, but it was Silver's best, and that's all that mattered to him. He smiles as if he deserves a gold star.

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His back had been turned to the dreary, ugly scene of the battlefield as a world of vivid flora and a humid warmth greeted him. It was certainly a sight more pleasant to behold than the one he was attempting to slip away from, perhaps his mind was trying to give him a break for once? Could he have the privilege of a normal or, dare he say it, a peaceful dream for once?

An armored foot takes an eager step forward into this new experience, only to freeze dead in his tracks when something glides down a few yards away.

The two were a good distance away from each other, enough so that Galacta could get a good enough look at the species before him. It was one that he recognized... One he hadn't seen for a very, very long time. Granted, it wasn't the one he once knew, but it took everything in him to not glide over and eagerly greet them when they called out for him.

For now, he feigned civility. And with the sight of his own dream behind him- one so much more terrifying and frightening compared to the supposed pleasant nature of the one he had stepped into- he responded to the creature's call.

"I am here." The warrior's deep, near monotonous voice ringing an echo as he spoke. "I am called Galacta Knight. I am..."

He trailed off, taking a slight glance back to where he had come from before landing back on the creature a ways away.

"Tell me, what is your name?" Galacta Knight asked. "Is this your dream, by chance...?"

He murmured something more, just loud enough for the other to hear.

"And how is this even possible...?"

Dreams were a mystical thing among the Forgo. To carry power, to carry weight, and to bring attention to memories and desires. A part of the mind only accessible when the brain is at rest. Dreams were part of the Forgo's beliefs and the Fecto must be capable of traversing them with ease.

Of course, in Elfilin's case, they've had some difficutly with learning this ability. Sometimes, their dreams mesh with others, and it seemed that was the case tonight. They could feel a presence in their dream, of the tropical resorts of that planet that almost captured them. And yet, something was off, the sight of a volcano nearby that wasn't supposed to be so close. So they decide to fly out and meet this newcomer in their dreams.

"Hello? Who goes there?" They call out.

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This was a mistake he kept making over and over again. Galacta was not used to the way things were run around here, clearly. When he sees that an action as meaningless as him so much as meeting eyes with someone, nay, a perfect stranger, entices them to draw near and demand a battle, the man's face could only look... Well, tired? Disappointed wasn't the right word, nor did he look all that annoyed.

He had met the gazes of enough snappy young trainers to know that simply trying to back out of the proposed battle wasn't an option- They would whine and yap and insist he battle them until he relented.

The red-headed trainer is met with a stern silence at first- a new strategy Galacta hoped would possibly dissuade potential battlers and cause them to lose interest. Unfortunately, though, the kid kept at it, trying to insensitive him by offering to buy him another coffee.

At the mention of it, a hint of a wince crosses Galacta's face as he takes a little glance at the effectively abandoned cup.

"... It was not to my taste..."

The words were not intended to come across as 'incredibly awkward.' And yet, for some awful reason, they did. Galacta's accent and inflections didn't exactly match those of his challenger. They seemed old, perhaps a little too old for this era. What's worse, the unwanted confrontation had caused the shop's outdoor rabble to pipe down some and give all of their attention to what they hoped would be a spectacular showdown between two trainers.

Galacta could feel entirely too many eyes on him and the hushed whispers amid the following quiet. It was probably the one thing he had hoped to avoid, and now...

He may as well forget about "laying low."

"... Fine." The older man griped, barely burying an exasperated sigh. "I shall do battle with you, fellow trainer."

His own hand fell on what at first looked to be a similar ball to the one this trainer brandished, but it was strangely more ornate. It hadn't been mass produced and sold, but lovingly hand crafted with a wood grain patterning seen only in specimens found in private collections and museums.

The crowd began to shuffle and make some room for those two- Hopefully that was room to clear away and find a more open space to battle in. Galacta knew things were done differently and strangely here, but he should hope that having a battle in the middle of a swarm of people was not customary.

There was a stream of electricity between their gazes, then it was no more.

How dare he, a trainer of his caliber, create that split-second spark with him, and think nothing of it in the next? Silver resents being ignored. How can someone look away from a diamond amidst rocks? The thought made his eyebrows delve into his nose bridge. Yet ... he lets go of the disapproving look right after because ... Silver knows when to give away respect; sure the old man had the audacity to disregard him, but at the end of the day, he held audacity. Volition.

As someone with an obnoxious amount of self-worth in the trainer world, Silver can understand, no, respect, where the veteran comes from.

His respect for the other begins seeing that now, he can prove what a mistake it was going to be for him, or anyone, to pass over a strong trainer like himself.

Silver parts the crowd with his strides and determination. He does not say 'excuse me' or ask for permission for the people to move. Since when do trainers give away permission? Most especially to battle another? A passionate heart knows no bounds. There was no holding back on what the heart longs for.

Now, here he was, standing before him as if the man knew what he owed him.

"Veteran class, right? Battle me."

A pokeball comes into light in his grip, one with a blue top and white bottom. It was a different iteration than a regular one, showing his dedication to this sport. Though, it's just a level up than a regular pokeball, not an overly luxurious version such as an Ultra or Master ball like how fanatics love keeping their entire team in. Pokemon battling was just a part of his life, not the entirety of it.

Silver simply knew how to express his grit through battling, because the rest of the pieces in his life didn't make sense. Being a strong trainer did. Being himself ... was complicated.

"Your coffee will be cooled down by the time we're done."

He mentions it like it's the incentive the veteran needs. The longer he remains sitting, the more Silver adds:

"I'll buy you another one if it gets cold for you. But, I really don't think we'll take that long."

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Galacta Knight allowed himself to float gently to the ground until he was at eye level with the Dark Matter. Though he put a generous distance between them, he could now get a better look at the specimen before him... And see that there was something strange about this one.

The puffball could not help but look at them up and down, sizing them up as if they were on auction. The weapon the Dark Matter wielded, poised and ready in anticipation for a scuffle, shone with a vibrant multicolor light. This light, incredibly, had seeped into the Dark Matter itself, as it similarly glimmered with a dazzling shine with the same brilliance as a diamond's fire.

The warrior cracked a small smile that hid underneath his mask. Every past encounter with this one's kind and his old, old training was telling him to dispatch the parasite and move on, but he couldn't. It felt wrong to extinguish something so interesting, especially as it held no current desire to harm him.

Galacta Knight couldn't help himself. He was curious.

Despite his fascination, Galacta Knight did not put his weaponry to the side. Both he and the Dark Matter knew that was completely foolish. Any feeling or indication of murderous intent on Galacta's end however had completely evaporated- For now, there was coexistence. "You do not wish to seek conflict?" The puffball almost chuckled. "A wise choice- But not one I had expected from one such as yourself..."

His deep red eyes narrow. Whether as a threat or in amusement was impossible to say for sure.

"You're... Different from the others. Aren't you?"

Rather suddenly, a being with brilliant snowy wings entered their view. Golden horns, mask bearing a four-point star-shaped opening, and a shield emblazoned with a symbol of the same shape… A rather distinct appearance. Swordsman's eye narrowed slightly.

Before, they had access to information spanning ages innumerable. Through their kind's mental link, it was akin to having a library on hand at all times. Catalogues on worlds. Notable inhabitants, artifacts, threats. Swordsman would know, as they themself frequently played a role of gathering intel on planets.

…Now? That vast "library" was gone, as was their master's voice. All they could rely on was information they had previously gathered themself, or taken care to remember. If only that, too, didn't present its own problems.

Haziness and gaps littered Swordsman's memory, the missing scenes replaced with little more than static. No doubt a side-effect of their defeat… and whatever may have taken place between then and their reformation. Not much of an issue when it came to recalling what they considered "recent" events, but as for miscellaneous details from who-knows how far back… Well. Needless to say, that's where their luck runs out.

As the shadowy swordsman returned the warrior's intense stare, the other's visage did incite a sense of… strength? But beyond that? Nothing. Not a clue in the galaxy as to who they're dealing with.

Yet this figure knows what they are. What they'd likely try to do, under normal circumstances. This was anything but that. So soon after reforming, too… it would have been preferable to avoid garnering this kind of attention. Perhaps they could reason with this knight? Atypical of a (former?) servant of Zero, certainly, but…

They feel off. Ill? They're unsure how to describe the sensation. Regardless, would the swordsman be capable of holding their own in an actual fight presently? That is still unknown. Thus, their hollow voice coldly, yet truthfully, answers back.

"…Not seeking… Combat. Conflict."

Despite Swordsman's words, their weapon remained at the ready. Only a foolish Dark Matter would lower its guard. Those who hate their kind wouldn't let this opportunity pass them, surely...

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"Be still." He huffed, not missing the indications of the young man's intention to cast magic before his intentions became clear. That, too, could have been a whole other lecture about respect and having some dignity, but it was not exactly worth his time.

Besides, he probably would have done the same thing if he were in this one's position.

Galacta Knight was silent as the other sputtered out an apology. Now fairly confident he wasn't going to be blindsided by a sneaky little attack from them, he allowed his raised shoulders and tension to drop a little, though a true warrior never fully let his guard down unless he was sure they were worth trusting.

The young man's words, caught up in the middle of their short thanks, caught the puffball's attention. His distant gaze returning to focus on them more closely.

He watched as they gathered themselves up. Though Galacta's little healing trick was enough to patch them up some, it clearly wasn't enough. Pretending it didn't hurt at all wasn't going to help- Much less escape the careful eye of this trained warrior.

Galacta Knight still felt the earlier tension fresh in his mind, what he had interpreted as disrespect still rubbed up against his ego. It was tempting to believe that he had done his part and leave this be.

However, the hopeful words of old masters tugged at his heart, begging him to be the shining example others had once seen him as. One action, no matter how small, will form ripples in the vast pool of our lives...

"... You will only injure yourself further if you continue past your limits." He advised, his red gaze lowered just for a moment. "It would be... Best if I at least guided you towards the nearest town."

Steps are heard, but what the puffball decides to do is the least of his worries. Instead he focuses once more, the wavering image of a small clock showing up between fingers-

But Galacta snapping and grabbing on to his hand also snaps him out of his focused state, the little clock popping out of existence. Almost immediately after is the uncomfortable (for him) sensation of being healed. Teal can't help freezing in reaction, tail curling around himself just a bit.

It's okay. He's not Charles.

A shaky attempt to move legs is made, albeit with a flinch still. It's not perfect, but at least he can move.

"I- In my defence wielding time isn't the easiest thing out there to do, let alone accelerating or reversing it in a targeted area--" For the moment, it seems that lack of emotion has a crack in it. "It's the only way my kind can even remotely mend our own wounds, rather than relying on each other..."

A small throat cleat follows, Teal not making eye contact still, but at the very least looking at the ancient warrior properly. "But I- I digress... Thank you for the assistance. It's appreciated. And... erm... Apologies. I'm aware most find mix breed aether and nagete to be frustrating when they are disoriented; let alone defective."

He pulls his shield onto his back, once again testing moving his legs. That was something he could bear putting weight on for the time being. So, he stands; shakily at first but soon putting up the facade that he's stable. Limit visible weaknesses. That was what was important.

"I'll finish my recovery elsewhere."

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The gentle light of the morning brought a little luminous glow to the world that day. It brought a touch of warmth to what was shaping up to be a chilly day. Naturally, for a morning such as this, a local coffee shop found its lounge a bit crowded that day, forcing the rest of its patrons outside to rest on their benches and umbrella-topped tables.

The crowd consisted mostly of a younger crowd. Those young adults going for a spot of coffee before plunging into their jobs, teens doing the same before going to school or to train with their Pokemon, and everyone in-between stopping by for a little drink to warm themselves up.

Among this younger crowd was one who stuck out a bit in more ways than one. He was an older gentleman, huddled up on a bench by himself. A tall individual, he practically towered over the rest of the crowd. He was doing his very best to ignore everyone else, including his purchased cup of coffee that must not be up to his tastes.

A cooled breeze swam in the air, chilling the older man enough to have him clutch a black trench coat over his body to keep what little warmth he had in him. As he did so, those withering red eyes of his wandered for a moment, before locking with the irises of someone amid the crowd.

He could feel the sheer arrogance and pride that belonged to that trainer in those eyes alone. Just as quickly as they met, he tears his gaze away, unaware of an unspoken rule between trainers.

When their eyes meet, they must do battle no matter what.

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Galacta Knight had seen a lot of things. For a species that lived as long as his did, it was basically a requirement.

The things he had seen in his years of living, both the good and the bad, liked to manifest in his dreams. Some sights more than others, for some reason.

These recurring themes and images happened enough that Galacta knew one when he saw it. This time, the dream was of a vivid image of an old victory of his. He stood atop a hill, overlooking a bloody battle below. The battlefield was a plane of burnt ash tinged with scorching lava, and overlooking it was an agitated volcano. It smoked and steamed with anticipation, as Galacta Knight's role was to order his men to retreat so that he, in a display of his destructive power, would command the volcano to violently erupt, wiping out his enemies and leaving them to boil in searing air and choke on hot ash.

It was one of his crowning moments. A victory that contributed to him earning the coveted title as "The Greatest Warrior in the Galaxy." A raw show of just what his magic could do. It replayed in his mind over and over again these nights, and he dutifully played it out each time.

Galacta Knight took a step forward, wings unfurled and ready to take flight off of his rocky cliff and carry him to the volcano's basin. He flexed his feathers and readied himself to play this memory over again as something new brushed up along his wingtips.

The warrior turned slightly to find a tropical vine draped over his wing like a wriggling worm. Intrigued, the rest of his body followed suit, and found himself face to face with a tunnel of vines and tropical flowers.

This was new.

The dream had deviated in a rather strange way, but the change was not an unwelcome one. The better part of Galacta Knight briefly turned away from this new temptation to focus on the original dream, the one he knew well, far too well... But an adventurous side of his heart simply could not resist. It demanded he jump in the tunnel and explore a bit.

With a lowered gaze, the warrior finally turns back around and carefully plunges himself in the tunnel. Totally unsure of what he would find in there, and unafraid of the uncertainty that lay ahead.