[Why was he even here? Guzma promised himself to never set foot on this fucking island after learning there were Nihilego on one side, and everything he hated about himself being amplified tenfold on the other... It was difficult to force Guzma back to Monsun, and yet...here he is, ambling through the ice and snow as if drawn by his curiosity alone. That, or a very powerful dream. Mu, right? This dreamlike place that reflected the islands...it was called Mu. At least he thinks so...it's been a while, after all.
Keeping the snowgoons away wasn't an issue. Guzma has his Pokemon, as well as some...changes to his physical features that helped, uh...level some of them rather easily. As he steps through the ice and snow, his footprints sizzling from the reaction of his altered form on the cold ground, he catches the sound of battle close by. Sighing, he wanders over to investigate. Poor sap probably got dumped here like the usual lot...lovely. May as well see if there's anything left.
It's when he sees the familiar plume of a red cap, though dusted with ice and snow, and the familiar roar and fiery blur of red and black...that he holds his breath from the sudden shock of realization. R-Really? Could it possibly be--? Sure, people were starting to come back, slowly, over time, but... He starts to hurry over, curious now, as steam follows after him, and her waves through the haze as he approaches, calls out, hopefully--]
Brat--Luna?!
[And who little Luna will see, indeed, is Ya Boy, but....different. Slightly, anyway. The whites of his eyes have turned black, and the pupils, once a dark blue-black, are bright and almost molten. Red-orange, with hues of yellow and gold. His skin, also, has darkened somewhat - usually Guzma sported a decent farmer's tan, but now he's a much darker, almost ashy color though his hands again are molten his fingertips are white, changing to yellow, orange, and red as they travel up, lines line magma veins slithering up his strong arms. Even his usually soft, white hair has changed a sort of dusty color...like ash.
And, the same magma-like veins also run from the corners of his eyes, like white-hot tears streaking down his blackened cheeks. A testament, perhaps, to his fiery temper and explosive wrath. Destruction, in human form.]
ii. let it snow - TIMEWARPING TO CURRENT TIME EYOOO
Keeping the snowgoons away wasn't an issue. Guzma has his Pokemon, as well as some...changes to his physical features that helped, uh...level some of them rather easily. As he steps through the ice and snow, his footprints sizzling from the reaction of his altered form on the cold ground, he catches the sound of battle close by. Sighing, he wanders over to investigate. Poor sap probably got dumped here like the usual lot...lovely. May as well see if there's anything left.
It's when he sees the familiar plume of a red cap, though dusted with ice and snow, and the familiar roar and fiery blur of red and black...that he holds his breath from the sudden shock of realization. R-Really? Could it possibly be--? Sure, people were starting to come back, slowly, over time, but... He starts to hurry over, curious now, as steam follows after him, and her waves through the haze as he approaches, calls out, hopefully--]
Brat--Luna?!
[And who little Luna will see, indeed, is Ya Boy, but....different. Slightly, anyway. The whites of his eyes have turned black, and the pupils, once a dark blue-black, are bright and almost molten. Red-orange, with hues of yellow and gold. His skin, also, has darkened somewhat - usually Guzma sported a decent farmer's tan, but now he's a much darker, almost ashy color though his hands again are molten his fingertips are white, changing to yellow, orange, and red as they travel up, lines line magma veins slithering up his strong arms. Even his usually soft, white hair has changed a sort of dusty color...like ash.
And, the same magma-like veins also run from the corners of his eyes, like white-hot tears streaking down his blackened cheeks. A testament, perhaps, to his fiery temper and explosive wrath. Destruction, in human form.]