Although it was called a legendary Pokémon, it should actually have been classified as a Mythical Pokémon, on the same level as Mew. Deoxys had more forms, though: Normal, Attack, Defense, and Speed. Its attacks, speed, and other attributes changed between forms. Of course, that was all in the Pokémon games. As for reality, Heath had no idea what mighty powers Deoxys possessed.
"Hello, Mr. Deoxys." Heath addressed the visitor by name. After all, Deoxys did not seem particularly interested in hiding its identity.
Farfetch'd poked its head out curiously. It felt an inexplicable pressure coming from Deoxys, one that had made it shudder just now and nearly chop its own wing with its kitchen knife. Fortunately, Farfetch'd had been practicing quite diligently lately, so it had quickly pulled its wing back just before the blade reached it.
"Hehe, you really do know who I am." Deoxys strode in casually. Heath had previously only seen Deoxys coming over with Dialga. That was when Heath had become acquainted with Deoxys, though they did not know each other well.
"Meowpa!" Little Red jumped onto the table and sized up Deoxys, then lost interest and lay back down in the little cardboard box Heath had found for it.
Heath had kept cats before. To a cat, a cat bed really was not necessarily more comfortable than a cardboard box. He had no idea why cats had such a peculiar fondness for cardboard boxes. Little Red had not been particularly willing at first either, but after sleeping in it once, it had become completely obsessed with its box. All he could say was that even in the Pokémon world, the rule of ending up loving something you had initially rejected still applied.
"Would you like something to eat, Lord Deoxys?" Heath was not surprised