The Reshiram felt something jab at him, and he dropped the
Splash Plate. Thankfully, even from the height he was, the plate of
blue stone was strong enough to withstand the fall. Zheira gasped
and was panting and quivering. He felt more jabs and he felt
himself becoming weaker and weaker. "What's happening?" he whispered as he soared
toward the ground to pick up the plate. "H̯̱͉̮̮͍͞-̸̮̪̪̬̩͈͕H̨̰̤̮̹̝̗̞-̱͍̣͙̫͍H҉̬̜e͇̠͖l̼͍̺̳̞̪͞p͏
͖͈̱̪͚͙͝m̺̯̤e̯̖̼̺̦͈ͅ!̘̰͔̜̜͉͜"
(Heatran turned evil, was killed, and basically devolped into a
Magearna.)
Lugia stood up, shaking. "I'm going to find the other two, you
shall not hurt them, or.. or.. I will hurt you!" She flew off
to where Mespirit and Uxie floated, turning back and growling.
Yveltal let out a furious screech and settled down, carefully
covering the Dread Plate with his fluff. He nuzzled around and
eventually curled up, settling down comfortably.
"How many plates are left?" asks Rayquaza,"I'll try to find them,
or at least one. We've lost two and we can't lose more." Rayquaza
wanted to blast magearna.
If you're asking me, I haven't the slightest idea. Yveltal
spread his fluffy wings. We've only found a few. If you do
manage to find any, protect them well. He cautioned, sitting up
and grooming himself. A few tufts of red fur hit the ground.
(Magearna took Heatran's form to fill in the gap. Who I am actually
RPing as is Magearna's Superego, who killed the other two Magearnas
and is helping the others.)
Magearna decided that nothing was worth killing anyone.
A cold, eerie silence filled Zheira as he saw himself
standing against a freezing wind. His white featherscales were
blowing in the gust. The Reshiram found himself at peace. But this
was temporary as his eyes snapped open into reality. Team Plasma
grunts had him surrounded, one holding the two plates he
sought.