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[Attached: A video. The footage is fuzzy for a moment, but after a couple seconds or so, it starts to clear. That doesn’t really make it that much easier to see, honestly, but at least you have a better idea of what’s going on… the first thing you can make out is none other than August, sitting back against a wall of pale blue ice with their hair hanging over their lowered head.
They’re still in their hospital gown, hands limp at their side. Wires with flickering lights coil the ground surrounding them, forming a half circle around their feet.
A few minutes pass, before finally, the young champion begins to stir. As their head starts to rise, you get a better look at their face. Their eyes are dark and sunken, and frost continues to crawl across the surface of their skin. They look even worse than they did at the hospital.
“Ah, would you look who’s finally awake?”
They look up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. A new figure makes his entrance on screen, shoes clicking against the stone floor- a tall man donning a lab coat, with slicked back blonde hair and an odd blue part that almost seems to levitate around his head like a ring around a planet.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance again, little hero. I must say, your sudden appearance earlier sure took me by surprise. After how everything ended, I would’ve never expected Kyurem to call upon you of all people to come to its aid… let alone select you as its new chosen.”
August blinks wearily at the man, trembling as they try to sit upright. “C-Col…ress…?” They murmur out in a weak, hoarse whisper that the audio barely picks up.
“Allow me to welcome you to my… well, I’d hardly call it a laboratory.” He gestures around to the cavern room around him. “It’s merely a temporary set up while I conduct my studies on Kyurem. Nothing too fancy.”
August takes a moment to look around, wobbling as they rise to their feet- but the second they try to take a step over the wires, there’s a sudden burst of crackling white light. It swallows the screen for a moment, before a scream erupts from the champion’s throat and they fall back against the ice with a heavy thump. Thin trails of smoke rise off their slightly singed ankle.
“Ah… do forgive me for that,” Colress says nonchalantly, tapping a finger against the side of his jaw. “You were in a bit of a state when you came storming in here earlier. That barrier’s just a precaution to make sure you don’t damage any of my precious research further.”
“L-let… me… out…” August rasps, slowly beginning to rise from the floor again. You think you see something moving inside the frozen wall behind them, but the ice is too fogged to see it clearly. You think you see a head, and a pair of wings…
“Sorry little hero, no can do,” Colress replies, tapping away at some keypad attached to the sleeve of his coat. “Believe me when I say this is probably for your own good. As troublesome as it is for me to keep you here, you’d only end up hurting yourself in the current state you’re in.
“Let… m-me… OUT.”
August’s voice echoes ominously off the cavern walls as the room starts to shake and groan, bits of rock and ice dropping down from the ceiling and shattering into dust upon hitting the ground. Colress hardly gives the scene more than an eyebrow raise as he looks up, watching a large, shadowy mass rise behind August’s small form on the ground.
August’s eyes are swallowed by a pale, sickly yellow glow, matching that of the beast looming behind them. They grit their teeth, puffs of cold air seething from the corners of their mouth .
“…Kyurem.” Colress addresses the frozen giant like he would a misbehaving child. “Acting up again, are we? I’m curious as to how you thought possessing this trainer and calling them here would help you in any way… all you’ve gone and done is drag them down with you.”
“LET ME OUT.”
“Tsk tsk,” he clicks his tongue dismissively, crossing his arms as he takes a few steps closer to the dragon’s prison. “Come now, where else would you be had I not found you after you’d been separated again? Rotting away in a forgotten corner of Unova, cursed to spend eternity in complete, desolate emptiness?”
Kyurem snarls, and flicks its eyes down to August. Moving almost robotically, the young champion rises to their feet and glares up at the scientist defiantly.
“BETTER THAN BEING A LAB RAT.”
“I see,” Colress muses, holding his studious glare on August for a moment before returning his eyes to Kyurem. “You’re still tired from all the poking and prodding my ex-colleagues did to you during your time on the frigate. Trapping you in that chamber, using you as cannon fuel…”
“But I assure you, Kyurem,” an almost unsettling smile rose to the scientist’s face. “Now that I don’t have Ghetsis breathing down my neck, I’m free to do whatever I please with the equipment I managed to salvage from my quarters on the ship. And I have much more… interesting experiments in mind for you. Much different, and much worse than the ones Team Plasma subjugated you to.”
His smile disappears like the drop of a hat, replaced by a callous frown. “So, for both our sakes I suggest you stop this senseless behavior. The more you struggle, the worse the foreseeable future is going to be for you. That is a promise.”
The man’s words seem to finally set Kyurem off. It releases whatever hold it appeared to have on August, causing them to drop to their knees and their eyes to return to their normal shade of brown. Rearing its neck back, Kyurem begins to ram its head repeatedly against the walls of its ice cage, causing small cracks to form that aren’t nearly enough to ever hope of shattering it completely.
The only reaction its outburst gets out of Colress is an unimpressed stare, before the man turns his attention back to August, who’s trembling wide-eyed on the ground. “As for you, champion…” he continues. “I haven’t decided yet. Your prolonged disappearance would certainly cause a region-wide fuss; hell, it likely it already has. On the other hand, though, I can’t just let you run off and risk telling the League of my activities here. That, and your ability to help me break the ‘language barrier’ between Kyurem and I could prove useful in the future somehow…”
“This could also give me the opportunity to continue my research on chosens,” he rambles on. “The tests I ran on Blake before weren’t very fruitful in the end. Honestly, they were just a ruse to make sure Ghetsis didn’t kill them. I had so much on my plate at the time, what with trying to unravel the mysteries of the DNA Splicers and such…”
“Well,” he clasps his hands together, that feigned, condescending smile of his returning. “Whatever I end up deciding, I suppose it’ll have to wait either way. Right now, I must go sedate Kyurem again so I can recollect those blood samples you so rudely knocked over earlier.”
With that, Colress turns on his heel and disappears off screen. “Do try not to stir up anymore trouble while I’m gone. Oh, and make sure not to move too much. Wouldn’t want you frying yourself on that barrier again.”
August watches him leave from their place on the floor, that blank, empty glaze still hanging over their eyes as the video reaches its end.]
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Okay… update on August. We talked about it and… Blake and I are pretty sure at this point this isn’t the work of any ordinary illness. We think it’s the work of Kyurem. We don’t know how, but we think it managed to either curse August, or made them its chosen. Maybe even both. As for why, we assume it’s to get revenge on them for splitting it apart from the other dragons again after we stopped its rampage…
They’re fine right now. They’re drawing energy from their bond with Keldeo in order to stay alive. It’s a, er… chosen thing. It’s… not going to hold off Kyurem’s influence forever, though.
Blake and I are setting off to seek Kyurem out in a few hours. With any luck, we’ll be able to restrain it and hopefully get it to lift… whatever it’s placed on them. I don’t know how long it’s going to take, so if you don’t hear from us in a while, that’s why. We’ll both be back once everything’s resolved.
-N
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