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Marley was not the sort of girl to hope.

It spat in the face of most's assumptions of a cat-like deity stained pink, eyes wide as saucers. Surely a creature that “cute” was dictated by its child-like curiosity, its love for live, its raw optimism, enough to make the pessimism of man feel shameful in comparison. One does not own the tentative title “The Phantom 151st” without reason, however: For years, no one knew of what she looked like shy of ancient carvings in lands still unnamed. Even now, only the scholarly, the well educated, or the incredibly fortunate could boast to know what she really looked like. But that was all they knew: Her appearance, the outside. They knew not of her thoughts, her mannerisms, her distaste for their kind. Nothing that small could be that much of a threat. Nothing that cute could harbor so much hate. (The fools.) There were exceptions, of course, but even she, herself, had learned not to count on them long, long ago. The children from Pallet had earned her favor, but for as many as them as there were, there were millions across the planet that would see her freedom stripped from her and her powers used for nefarious deeds. And just as she found herself suspicious of, angry toward most of the human race, she found herself staring at reality – more often than not – through a lense of distaste. How long had it been since she'd last hoped – really hoped? What was the line drawn in the sand that made her change her mind? What was the turning point that striped from her her last shred of bright-eyed wishfulness? She would say. Could, but wouldn't. Time and time again, she'd been taught to think twice. Think better. Tomodachi Island, she had learned, was a case no different. She could dream of her home back on Pokearth, but that would never bring it back, nor would it do her any favors to dwell on it. So, too, when she felt the first lingering traces of something that clearly felt like a legendary, she didn't let herself search for the source. It would end up a dead end, certainly – or, at best, it would reveal itself as a legendary who was much less excited to see her as she was to see them. (Which was to say: not especially.)[break][break]

How long, though, had Marley felt the presence of another of Arceus' chosen Pokemon? Not quite as long as she'd been enrolled in the school, no, but the school was the only location that she felt the sensation of being so close to the creatures she was once so familiar with. The possibility of there being another legendary within these walls should have been impossible, though. She knew, almost like the back of her hand, the bodies that the others had taken back on Pokearth, and few would be able to go overlooked by her rose-colored eyes for so long, much less by the remainder of the school. And if they were out in their regular forms, well – hiding would have been beyond the question. Impossible. Time and time again, she had written it off as nothing at all but a mind desperate for the sight of something familiar. What would having another legendary around even manage to accomplish? It was just another god stripped from their universe; just another being who could help in the search of...[break][break]

Ah, there it was again. The school day had ended, and on all sides, students chittered and chattered on their rush out of the school. Eyes scanned over the crowds in search of the source (their owner not bothering to look too hard, knowing fully well it was a waste effort either way), but the disadvantage in height that had made the island mistake her for a child in the first place and the anxiety that came with being surrounded by faces unfamiliar and cruel made it as impossible a task as always. Better to just keep her head low as always, then, and make her way toward her apartment without expending anymore useless effort. Just as her defeatist nature got the better of her as usual, however, the periphery of her vision notified her of a girl from the grades below looking rather... Ah, what was the word. Scared? Worried? Humans were always so hard to place. How easy it would be to brush off her troubles – the other children had no problem doing the same – had it not been for what she saw in her eyes usual path downward toward her shoes. The galaxy: contained in clouds, lined by gold. Familiar.[break][break]

Cosmog.[break][break]

“O-oh – Th-that's –!” The crowd swallowed the sight whole, but there was no mistaking what she had seen. Cosmog, the infant form of Solgaleo and Lunala, clutched in the arms of a girl. Trapped. Typical humans. “E... Excuse me! I need to get th-through...!” the deity tried to shout, but nothing short of weakly forcing her way through students seemingly twice her height did her any good in her endeavor. Upon breaking through, she was able to see the picture more clearly: Cosmog, struggling weakly, and a girl, looking suspiciously guilty. Had Marley been the confrontational sort, this is where she would have thrown an unfounded punch. As it was, she could only step in the stranger's line of sight and ask in a tone just above a whisper: “Y...You... Wh-What happened to C-Cosmog?”