by Zigzagcoon » Sat Feb 02, 2013 6:42 pm
He waited patiently as she explained the symptoms of being controlled by this Team Plasma. A loss of will for activity...that could cause pretty immense troubles for him and his constant patrols. Would he be too lethargic to defend the earth from a cosmic attack, leaving the ground below vulnerable to annihilation? His small hand-claws flexed from the fists he had unwillingly put them into at the thought of thousands dying due to his inability to protect them. Daydreaming was not a good substitute for the prevention of impact with a meteor. He would have to pull through, or at least contact another member of his species to pick up his slack. But would he have time? Would they be affected as well by the enslaving? There were too many what-ifs to that sort of situation. Dizziness, light-headedness, headaches...all not very good additions to a steady flight. He could end up in a rapid nosedive, and at the altitudes he usually flew in, the consequences could be more than just a personal catastrophe. What would normally be a flying serpent could turn into a fatal missile heading straight for the ground at his exceptionally high terminal velocity. So he would have to land anyway.
And then, of course, there was the complete loss of control, awakening to find that Pokémon were dead, that ecosystems had been destroyed, friends had been betrayed, and that it was all your doing. Extremely taxing in mental and emotional health, guilt being a common cause to more lethargy, more absent-mindedness, more things he, as a Rayquaza, could not allow. Perhaps he could pull through that sort of influx of emotion...but it was yet another what-if, and he would not know his own mental strength until it was tested (and he desperately hoped that it wouldn't be). Finally, after an appropriate time had passed since the pale-feathered beast had ceased speaking, he started his response. "If these symptoms are as dangerous as you describe, than this is a very grave matter indeed. But if Zekrom could avoid this catastrophic controlling, perhaps others can as well, and we can avoid certain doom," His tone was as dire and serious as his words, and noticing this, he tried to lighten the mood a little. "Who knows? Perhaps it is a common trait among black dragons, this immunity." Something made him doubt that this had actually lightened the mood, despite the lighter tone he had used. Death-humor was not generally appreciated, after all.