[Three watch their approach; the zebstrika lying half in and half out of the water, not all the wet on her coat from the water, still breathing hard. Xemnas himself, and a terribly alert kadabra. Both the zebstrika and kadabra are collared, but the collars are loose enough where if they wanted to they could shake it off.

The typhlosion and garchomp would probably ordinarily be intimidating, but both Xemnas' pokemon seem intent on doing their own protecting at the sheer threat the towering duo pose, Regret hauling herself out of the water on unsteady legs, and Malice laying his ears back and baring a mouthful of needle sharp teeth in silent warning.]

Behave, both of you. Regret, lie down until you're at least cooled off.

[It's only with reluctance that he's obeyed. A typhlosion and garchomp are not things to be taken lightly.]

I did, yes. You'll forgive me I hope if I skip pleasantries.

[He seems as calm as ever. Xemnas is good at self control. But there is somehow an unmistakable humming thread of fury beneath the calm, like lava seething below a thin crust of stability.

It might well be the first genuine emotion she's ever seen in him. It probably doesn't bode well for someone.]

Who has Demyx been speaking to? And what sort of stories has he dreamed up?