Gateway to Ruin

The Gyaradosmorph roared, and shook, slamming itself down on the platform. Cracks rippled out as the force of the Ground-based move hit, but Naito was already flying once more, out of range. He was ready to attack again, raising his swords...

Suddenly, everything changed. The very direction of the water shifted, slamming straight into the villainous Pokémorph, causing him to roar in surprise, pain, rage. More, more the water shoved him into the rock! The rock, already hit by the Earthquake, split....and slammed together. The head was crushed between the pieces... and the great beast went limp, blood flowing out from between the pieces.

He didn't like it, but it had to be done. Naito looked to see if Jasmine was okay. she seemed relatively fine, but they both weren't at their best. Okay, he was taking it worse, but he could probably take it. He didn't know her limits. "Just be careful, okay?" he said, concerned, but looked over at the body of the dead Crobatmorph. It was pointed....there. He pointed toward the path ahead. "Just... follow me, okay? And please take a Potion if you have any." With that, he flew ahead.

It wasn't long there. Or maybe it was days, or minutes, or years, or seconds... time was inconsequential, confusing, as they came to what appeared to be several appearing platforms. Naito, tired, stepped on one, seeing a humanoid form in the distance that was probably Cyrus. He ran, continuing on, trying to get forward, forward, moving, moving... Every time he stepped, a platform appeared. It was as if the universe itself wanted them to succeed. Or perhaps it just wanted whatever would make them fail. Whatever it was, it was, indeed, uncertain.

Cyrus was indeed standing on the platform, looking out at the polychromatic abyss of chaos, his two bladed tonfa-revolvers in his hands tightly, but the rest of his body calm. On a platform next to his was what appeared to be a large cage, big enough to hold both of them, with many needles inside and a large red claw-like mechanical device. The purpose was unknown.

He spoke, not even looking at them. "... The shadowy Pokémon isn't here. It abandoned me here, then disappeared somewhere farther down... Was it content to merely interfere with my plan...? Incidentally, do you understand the concept of genes?" His voice was emotionless as ever.

"We know enough. We don't need schooling from you." Naito's swords remained out, ready.

He wasn't even caring about a response. "... If it's true, you've impressed me. Genes can be considered the blueprints of all life-forms. That includes humans and Pokémon alike. Genes are contained in a DNA strand. A DNA strand consists of 2 chains of opposing characteristics in a spiral. If one of the chains were to be broken, the other could replicate it. One or the other cannot exist without its opposite. Do you understand where I am going with this?"

"Stop speaking in riddles and get to the point so we can stop you already!" Naito's mood was not at its height by a long shot.

So he did. "This is a bizarre world. Time doesn't flow. Space isn't stable. Only that shadowy Pokémon lives here. This world is the opposite of our world-- our world I wish to change. It is like the two chains composing the strand of DNA. The two worlds must be balancing each other to remain in existence. Without one, the other cannot exist. The shadowy Pokémon must play a role in keeping the worlds in balance. That is why it must have interfered and brought me here. 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..."

"Shut up!" Naito's grip tightened, and he took a battle stance. "Nobody's here to help you! You're on your own! Galactic is finished, and you can't control anything here! We saw! Nothing can control this!"

Determined, however. "Why should I run and hide from the world and have to wait quietly? My aim is to rid our world of the vague and incomplete thing we call spirit. By freeing ourselves of that, our world can be made complete."

"You're not making a free world, a good world! You're making one with [i]nothing[/i]! No conflict? No! Conflict with no meaning! Nothing! Nothing would matter and they'd just kill each other! Saturn can see that! Plasma can see that! What can't you see?!"

Finally, something snapped. It was as if everything within Boss Cyrus exploded, and all that was left in him was pure hate and determination. "Quiet! That is my [i]justice[/i]! No one can interfere! I [i]won't[/i] lose! Not to that shadowy Pokémon! Not in any worthless world, and not to that [i]thing[/i]!"

That last word struck a chord in the angel as well. "Stop calling her a [i]f***ing [b]thing[/b][/i]! She's not just an experiment, she's much more! Shut up!"

A bullet from one tonfa grazed Naito's waist as he stepped to the side to avoid it, the second hitting him in the shoulder on the feint from the other one. This man wasn't stupid, nor when he charged forward with a lunge, slashing Naito's side before jumping back to where he had been, leaving him bleeding, but standing.

However, the gunshots, which reverberated and then muted before reverberating again at random, did attract something else. The metallic screech precipitated the arrival.

The creature seemed to just... appear from nothing, fading into view, levitating under its own power. Giratina had a large, gray, centipede-like body, and tail and a thick black stripe running vertically along the front of its body. The tail had four golden spikes on it near the edge. There was a series of red horizontal stripes running across the large black one, along with a few on the gray back. Three gold half-rings circled the back half of Giratina's neck at the same points that three of the red stripes are at on its front, resembling a ribcage that could even be used to grip objects. There were six black, ghostly streamers on its back that each had a bright red spike at the end, but the black part seemed to be gaseous. Its mouth was hidden by the golden head plates, which swung closed sideways as it stopped screaming. Giratina's "legs" were just spiky protrusions.

"... Don't think that you can defeat or capture that Pokémon," the crazed Galactic Boss shouted. "This bizarre world is none other than that Pokémon itself! Capturing it or defeating it will make this world disappear!"

"We...only came...to stop [i]you[/i]!" Naito shouted, willing himself back into action. He looked to Giratina. "Please help us! We need to stop him right now!"

Cyrus once more. "Very well! Do what you will! Rather than repairing the world, you're going to destroy it for me! Do it. You inherit my [i]legacy[/i]."

With that, he fire another gunshot at Jazz, lowering his capacity to four per tonfa, and dove aside, trying to avoid Giratina's next move.

No dice. The Renegade Pokémon opened its mouth once more, and screeched, a blast of purple wind sweeping across the battlefield. Naito and Cyrus were both hit, falling back momentarily, but stood again, not willing to give in to that Ghost-type attack, even as it raised its attack and special attack stats, the defense and special defense, and the speed of this creature all at once.

This was not going to be easy.

(As per usual, you can control Cyrus and Giratina both. Feel free to have them attack any of the three others in the area [though, of course, attacking Giratina is probably not a good idea, Cyrus seems likely to do so].)