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-Kai stumbles to her feet as quickly as she can after Livius releases his grasp, coughing.-
Kai: ...Think strategy, Kai.
-She glances at Nix, then Avada, then Spectrum.-
(Ho-oh, the Rainbow Pokemon. Guardian of the Skies. U Frithrah. Her father is the patron of Hearts of Gold; however, Nix is a Soul of Silver, reflected in the silver color of her crest and tail feathers.)
-Nix is hit by a blade of Obscura from Livius's Dark Pulse. Young as she may be, she's still a Legendary; it's not much to her. Kai, meanwhile, staggers from another Obscura blade, ending up with a gash in the right side of her abdomen, but she refuses to let herself cry out in pain-
(Alakazam, the Psi Pokemon. One of the most proficient species of Psychic Pokemon, arguably the face of the entire Psychic type. Avada in particular is also attuned to Obscura, particularly Ghost Obscura, to an unusual degree. He has not yet perfected Twilight Haze, unfortunately, but that likely will not provide much of an advantage in the current situation.)
-The Shadow Ball strikes Avada, who staggers backward. It's not as bad as Mephisto's initial binding attack, but he's not the most durable.-
(Flygon, the Mystic Pokemon. The Desert Spirit — a title given due to the songlike sound of its wings. Spectrum is a Flygon-EX, with the power of Rainbow Energy.)
-The Icy Wind slows Spectrum down a bit, but doesn't hurt nearly as much as the direct Ice Punch did before.-
(But I think it's the sound we should focus on today.)
Kai: Spectrum, do you remember what the sound of an Aura Jammer sounds like?
-Spectrum perks up.-
Spectrum: <Oh! Yes, I do! It sounded a little bit like—>
Kai: Toward Livius!
-Spectrum immediately reorients, wings buzzing.-
-And an agonizing sound radiates from Spectrum's wings, echoing off the alleyway walls toward Livius.-
Kai: Avada, your job now is to keep the Nidoking off of her! Nix, Mephisto's a bit more your speed anyway!
Avada: <Thank goodness, that was getting tiring.>
-Avada hovers down to land on Spectrum's back, and a pink shield forms around the two.-
-Nix turns around to look at Mephisto.-
Nix: <Oh, I remember you! Hope you like fire!>
-Another column of flame erupts around Mephisto-
-The Crobat, meanwhile, staggers in the air by the psychic thunderclap, looking a bit worse for wear.-
Crobat: <Agh! You little... you will rue the day!>
-He latches onto Ramphyros, chomping down for a Leech Life. Meanwhile, Rogue pulls out their grapnel gear, using it to pull themself up onto Ramphyros's back along with Brie, clutching something in their hand.-
Rogue: I'm so glad we could get to know each other, Ms. Madrigal.
-That's definitely not Kai's voice.-
-Not much time to ponder that, though, because the pouch of thermite in Rogue's hand is stuffed into Brie's pocket before igniting.-
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Sep 11th 2021 at 10:47:50 AM
Merlin: Oh just helping with some schoolwork. As for you I may have something in mind. ...
-He's had a coy look on his face this whole time-
Fou: <You're not seriously roping her into this aren't you?>
Merlin: We could use the help!
"Huh, didn't think most of us were school age anymore... Then again I guess you can go to school at any age."
She looks very concerned by Merlin's expression.
"I uh... Well, I guess I'm not really getting out of this one unscathed, what is it?"
Daydre is standing outside. She gives Tagg a wave.
"Hey, what's up?"
Ramphyros: <Augh! I'm not that kind of girl! And not that kind of ride, either!>
-she flaps wildly to try and pick up altitude-
Brie: Ramphyros, wait, don't—
-see, there's thermite in her pocket-
-there are a couple ways a person can deal with this-
-none of them are exciting, and all of them risk Ramphyros-
-so she recalls her-
-and then explodes-
-she bounces off the wall of the alley and drops to the ground-
Brie: -coughs, spattering the alleyway with slightly more blood than was already there- I liked that coat.
-she grabs a ball-
Calamity: <It's me I'm here what did I miss—>
-as they bounce wildly around the alleyway, shards of rock flying from them-
Ever: Alright, one last story.
A long time ago, in the far south of Galar, there was a courier.
She was young, and brave, and as many young and brave people are, terribly foolish about it. But what everyone who knew her had to agree upon was that she was very, very good at what she did.
She and her Rapidash claimed that they were the best messengers in the world. Being as the Internet hadn't yet been invented and the world as best anyone knew it was Galar and maybe Kalos, there wasn't as much competition as there might have been otherwise, but she certainly had a reasonable claim to the title. Once, when a princess of eastern Galar was replaced by a Zoroark on her journey to be married to a prince of the mainland, it was the courier who reached Wyndon first to let them know.
Arc: <Seems like it was really her Rapidash doing the work.>
She was as fast on her as off her, according to the story. Believe it or don't, but some people are very strange.
Oracle: <Like you.>
Differently so, I think. But after she saved the kingdoms from being ruled over by a Zoroark queen, she started really boasting. I did say that she was foolish.
Glimmer: <Hubris. The failing of all heroes, in the end.>
That is an interesting statement, Glimmer, and depends heavily on cultural context. The [Greeks] viewed hubris as a problematic impulse. A fatal flaw, that came between a hero and their happy ending. [Norse] writing wasn't so judgmental, if you ask me. Nobody was due a happy ending, and hubris— a refusal to accept one's own boundaries, in pursuit of ever greater achievements— well, that was the mark of a hero.
By all accounts, the courier was a hero. She claimed that she could outrace anything, if it would only challenge her. She outran an Electrode, and then a Ninjask, and then the sun across the sky— easier than it looks, admittedly, and finally a rumor.
Oracle: <You can't outrun a rumor.>
Well, there was a reason she was so boastful.
A storm came to her village, once. Rain and Wind and Lightning had heard her boasts and challenges, and come to accept them. But the courier saw them coming, and raced to warn her people, and when Lightning, the fastest of the three, had reached the village, it found it empty, the villagers packed and fled, and only the courier there, gasping for breath and holding to her Rapidash for dear life, but standing proud all the same.
Arc: <Bet you could do that, Oracle.>
Oracle: <I'd rather not have to find out.>
If only the courier had been so sensible. After her race with the lightning, she reiterated her boast. She claimed that she was faster than thought itself. Faster than the gods that walked the land in her time, and that if they disagreed, they only had to come and say so to her face. Her Rapidash whinnied and spat in agreement.
So it would seem.
Night fell, and the insects of the woods didn't start chirping.
Something emerged from the trees, something not so much bigger than the courier or her Rapidash.
"I am here," Spectrier said, "and I accept your challenge."
Arc: <Did it just get colder?>
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Sep 11th 2021 at 10:12:01 AM
I suppose before we start, are you aware you have family in this region?
Ever: The courier stared at Spectrier.
"What?" Spectrier asked. "Are you going to change your mind now?"
The courier could feel the weakness of her limbs. The strain in her breath. But she had made her claim, and she couldn't back down now, not in front of Spectrier. "No," she said. "I understand. I will run with you."
-Ever closes the book-
Ever: Well, time for bed, kiddos.
Arc: <Hold up! You didn't finish the story!>
Ever: Hm? It's late.
Oracle: <We should be sleeping.>
Arc: <Well, the story's not done!>
Ever: Mmm. I don't know if I'm up to reading. Why don't you finish it?
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Sep 11th 2021 at 10:38:36 AM
-The removal of the boxes reveals another orange Magic Circle with a hand-
Gudrunn: What's this?
Olivia: <Ooh! Who wants to go this time?>
Fou: <...Not like that.>
Merlin: I need you to help me with some... Research.
"Oh, yeah. My mom told me about them. Haven't exactly... searched them out, though."
More like they came right to me, but I don't know for sure.
"... What kind of research?"
Arc: <I think it's pretty clear what happened.>
<She and her Rapidash hopped into her new car and drove off, leaving Spectrier in the dust.>
Arc: <And when Spectrier caught up with her at the finish line, demanding to know how she'd outrun them, all she had to say was "That's how we do it it Freezington.">
Glimmer: <This is a very unsatisfying ending.>
Arc: <And she lived forever, because she was too fast for Death to touch her! The end.>
Ever: Interesting. Very modern.
Arc: <You did mention Electrode. It could be a story about the modern triumph over death itself.>
Ever: That was anachronistic, wasn't it?
Oracle: <That's no way to end a story.>
Ever: Play nicely, children.
Oracle: <We haven't conquered death. We've just put it off a little. I want to go next.>
Ever: By all means.
Ann: -To Olivia- I could do it.
Well, I met one of them, and they're in need of our help. They don't seem to know of you though from what I gleaned of our conversation.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 12th 2021 at 7:56:18 AM
Oracle: <The courier set out on her Rapidash, and they ran like the wind. Significantly faster, actually, as had already been established. But as fast as she ran, she could hear Spectrier's hoofbeats, just on her heels, and she knew that the only thing she had going for her was her head start. If she slowed down, she'd probably die.>
Ever: As often happens in these stories.
Oracle: <With each step, her Rapidash left behind walls of light, slowing Spectrier down.>
Arc: <That feels like cheating.>
Oracle: <No rules were set! Her lead grew, but under her, she could feel her Rapidash tiring. She leapt from their back, and ran on her own feet, her Rapidash's last action a Healing Wish to spur her along.>
Ever: That's a little sad.
Oracle: <On her own merits, though, the courier was just as fast as her Rapidash. Maybe faster.>
Oracle: <It's a myth. She ran, and still Spectrier kept at her heels. Though she was rested and refreshed, she couldn't run forever, and Spectrier could. She knew she would have to do something drastic to win the race. So she went through a graveyard.>
Ever: Doesn't seem like the move.
Oracle: <It was a graveyard that grew special carrots, one that Spectrier wouldn't be able to resist. When they stopped to eat, she kept running, and she was the first to reach the finish line.>
<Spectrier stomped their hooves and howled with rage, but they'd been beaten. Unfairly, sure, but beaten all the same. Still, the courier's victory wasn't without cost. Her beloved Rapidash was gone. Her hair had turned white. Her legs were bruised and torn, and never recovered. She would never run again. The villagers who had praised her had no more use for her, and she spent the rest of her days miserable and alone.>
Ever: Hm. Pointed.
Oracle: <It's metaphorical. I've been talking to Just a lot recently.>
Ever: Yeah, it shows.
Glimmer: <Pah. I'll show you how it's done.>
Ever: Oh no.
Melony: Of course it was Mothra's Psychic, otherwise Simon would've broken his concentration.
Gordie: Ready for our Team Attack, Mom?
Melony: Ready when you are, Gordie.
Melony: Now, Mr. Rime! Position Gordie's Shuckle over Simon's head!
Gordie: Now, Shuckle, when Melony gives the signal, use Body Slam!
Me: Oh no, you don't! Blossom! Use Acid on Mr. Rime!
-Blossom turns her attention to Melony's Mr. Rime and spits acid at him. With a quick step leading into a tap dance, Mr. Rime avoids the attack, breaking his concentration in the process.-
Melony's Mr. Rime: <My my! How uncouth!>
-The psychic grip on the sleeping Shuckle wanes as concentration is lost, causing the mesmerized Mold Pokémon to plummet. The shadow looming over Melony's Mr. Rime grows. When Mr. Rime notices this, he proceeds to look up.-
Melony's Mr. Rime: <I say... this is going to hurt...>
-Gordie's Shuckles hits Melony's Mr. Rime right in the face, stunning the Comedian Pokémon.-
Me: So much for that Team Attack...
Evelyn: Now, Simon! Use Wake-Up Slap!
-Simon rushes at the two Pokémon and slaps them around a few times.-
Evelyn: Simon, use Shadow Ball!
-Simon conjures an orb of shadowy energy between his palms and launches it at the stunned opponents. Blossom fires a blast of primeval power* "Primeval Power" is Ancient Power's Japanese name. at the stunned opponents as well. The combined energies of the two attacks explode and kick up a cloud of dust.-
-Without looking, Ian raises his hand and summons a Reflect shield to guard against Metagross' Meteor Mash. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he converts the shield into a wave of telekinetic force which he uses to blow the Iron Leg Pokémon backwards.-
-Emilie turns around and yelps.-
Emilie: Please, Don't Sneak Up On Me Like That!!
-Emilie takes a few deep breaths to calm herself down.-
Emilie: I'm okay, you three. It's just... I'm not exactly used to this place, and being dragged away from my Gym Challenge on such short notice can be a bit... y'know... Also, the Aurabolts and I... well... we have a sort of "history".
-Evelyn gives Ann a thumbs-up, as though to say Ganbatte!Translation Good luck!.-
Me: So, that Magic Circle... giving you those stretchy accordion arms... the "Thousand-Fold Arms"... is that normal?
Merlin: Have you ever heard of Ser Luise Trindigard?
Fou: <...Please don't do the meme.>
-It's quite a dreary day on Melemele Island. The haze hangs in the air, the sun barely poking through and casting a yellow glow over the city of Hau'oli. The beach hasn't quite been the prime vacation getaway it was years ago, of course, but today in particular is a quiet day on the shore.-
-Well, until the few present beachgoers are sent screaming and running by a massive, toothy black entity careening out of the sky onto the boardwalk.
-Hungry, it seems to be saying. At least, that's the best anyone can guess. A titan with nothing but maws within maws, and its first instinct is to use those maws to eat.-
-Where is the Champion when you need them?-
???: Everyone, stay calm!
-It's not the champion they expect — not the Champion of Alola, capital letters — but a champion nonetheless, in the sense of someone who represents a cause. A hero, in the original sense — ἥρως, hērōs, a protector, a defender. Someone arriving to protect and defend these innocent civilians from this alien threat.-
-They materialize from nothing, seemingly, teleporting with a crackling buzz. A hero with a black coat, and a black feather in their brown hair. On the breast of their coat, a sigil: 団, with the central J-shaped stroke emphasized. On their left hand, a mechanical glove; on their right, a regular black glove, holding a device crackling with that same buzzing sound. They put it on a belt around their waist, before taking a Great Ball and an Ultra Ball out, and looking toward the few civilians staying to record.-
Kai Alter: Guzzlord — Ultra Beast, codename Glutton. Left to its own devices, it can consume endlessly, leaving ruin in its wake. It's resilient, and a force to be reckoned with — but it's not indestructible. Cass, Nyx — we've got work to do.
-Out of the Great Ball comes a Bisharp. Mostly normal, but except for the sharpened edges, his blades have a faint coat of rust. Out of the Ultra Ball, a gray-feathered bird, tail and crest shining silver, but the rest of her plumage, dark and ashy. One might be forgiven for not recognizing the young Ho-oh at first glance, because the Ashen Phoenix has none of the brilliant shine that her species is known for.-
-The bystanders gasp and whisper amongst themselves. A dark knight? A guardian, or an omen?-
-The Guzzlord snarls, body surging with power-boosting energy from the Ultra Wormhole it fell out of.-
Cassius: <...Never thought about eating a breath mint factory, huh?>
Nyx: <It's disgusting.>
Kai Alter: Nyx, it's resistant to fire, but not immune. If you can burn it, you'll help reduce a lot of the collateral damage it could cause.
Nyx: <The sooner we stop it, the better!>
-A column of flames erupt around the Guzzlord. The blues and purples in the flames make it almost appear silver in color — it doesn't have the cruel, biting qualities that one might feel off of Shadow-tainted flames, but the cooler colors create a chilling effect despite the unquestionable heat.-
Kai Alter: Cass, start working on Fury Cutter. Don't let anything stop you.
Cassius: <Of course not.>
-The Guzzlord bellows as the silver flames fade, just in time for Cass to rush past, blades bared. The first cut is small, but it stings.-
-Cuts hurt. Papercuts frustrate. And this Guzzlord is very, very moody. Not yet hampered by a burn, it swings one of its mouthed tongues at Cassius, sending him flying with a Hammer Arm.-
-Painful as it may be, Cass gets up. He can't let anything stop him.-
Glimmer: <This will be a long one, so settle in.>
Ever: We are all as settled as it will possibly get. Shoot your shot.
Glimmer: <The courier leapt onto her Rapidash, Maren, and ran faster than any Pokemon, leaving Spectrier behind easily.>
Glimmer: <She came to a halt after a hundred meters, and Spectrier came trotting up towards her.>
<"Why have you stopped?" they asked. "The race is not yet over.">
<So the courier and Maren ran for a mile, faster than the wind, Spectrier far behind them. But as they came to a halt, Spectrier was there once again. "The race is not over.">
Oracle: <Sounds a bit like a kid demanding best out of infinity.>
Ever: When you're a god, you can get away with that sort of thing.
<Hush, both of you. The courier and Maren ran the next hundred miles faster than thought. By the end of the race, Maren lay dying, and she stroked their mane, and they whispered together of childhood, of a girl and a Ponyta running free in the grass, and then Maren died and lived no more but in memories and stories.>
<"You've stopped," Spectrier said. "But the race is not yet over.">
<"Please," said the courier. "Please, let me have a moment to mourn Maren. She was my friend for so long.">
<"You have only until I reach you.">
<So the courier ran. But she was tired, from riding, and could only run as fast as thought, no faster. After a thousand miles, her legs ached and burned and her hair had gone white, and she stopped to rest.>
<"The race is not yet over," Spectrier said.>
<She kept running. She ran across seas and oceans and she ran as fast as lightning until she reached the end of the earth and her legs wore away and she could run no more.>
<Spectrier was at her side as she slowed.>
<"I've beaten you!" she cried. "I am faster! Even without my legs I'm faster than you are!">
<"But you have stopped," said Spectrier. "And I have not.">
<The courier crawled away as fast as she could, which was now only as fast as wind. Her arms wore down to nubs, and she coughed up blood with each motion. She was no longer sure where she was, and everything around her was dark and cold, with only faint bright points in the far distance.>
<"I've won!" she screamed into the darkness. "I'm faster than you! I've gone as far as anyone can go, and I got there before you did!">
<"The race," came a voice from the darkness, "is not yet over.">
<The courier couldn't run, or crawl. But old habits die hard, and she hauled herself along with the force of her will, and with no arms or legs, lungs screaming for air, heart near bursting, she covered ground faster than any Pokemon. She chased the points of light in the distance, and who is to say what she found there?>
<But she couldn't keep going forever. Eternities later, she came to a halt, unable to run, or boast, or breathe.>
<"The race is over," said Spectrier without gentleness.>
<And the courier had no more need to mourn Maren.>
Ever: -snoring softly-
-she slaps them with a flame, waking them up-
Ever: Wh— sorry. Lovely story. Fell asleep right after it ended, though. Like everyone else should, really. It's awfully late.
Arc: <Not sure if I'll ever sleep again, actually.>
Oracle: <You didn't say how the story ended, though.>
Arc: <It clearly ended my way. She escaped.>
Glimmer: <You can't outrun Spectrier forever.>
Arc: <She doesn't have to! It just has to have a happy ending for now!>
Oracle: <That's not the point of the story. It's about how if you define yourself by your achievements you'll lose the things that really matter. She won the race, but her friend died, and she couldn't run anymore, and nobody remembered her.>
Glimmer: <It's about the inevitability of death, and the way that if all you ever focus on is surviving, you forget to live.>
Oracle: <Oh, you're humanist now?>
Glimmer: <Existentialist, a bit.>
Arc: <So how did it end?>
Ever: Hm? Oh. It ended the way I said.
Ever: -smiles- The themes are interesting, mm? Goodnight.
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Sep 13th 2021 at 12:31:45 PM
A certain someone is here, having spent quite a long time around this Temple meditating on what their book has told them combined with everything else notable they've done in the past up to this point. Though bits of their outfit are familiar, most of all that all-too distinct scarf, their dense robe makes it hard to even discern any features, let alone see their face, which is only revealed when a gust of wind knocks their hood down and flips the book's pages a bit.
Halis: "...Ugh, no, get right back there, I wasn't done. I know there's something more to all of this, there has to be."
They set the book and their hood back to where they were, looking around a bit.
Halis: "I swear, I keep getting the feeling something's happening, but this is clearly more important. I can't let all of my effort be for nothing."
That's when they notice a new passage, reading it slowly.
Halis: "...All things bright fade with time, but the dark remains?"
They look at it for a moment before grabbing it and shaking it back and forth.
Halis: "Please make sense, I'm so tired of this stupid riddle game! I'm not even good at interpeting stuff to begin with!!"
Somehow, they lose their grip on it and it hits them, falling back into the snow.
Halis: "N-now that was just uncalled for..."
This does however make them feel... something, a feeling they haven't felt in a while but can't quite identify, and they get up, bookmarking their page and closing the book.
Halis: "Maybe a bit of a hiatus from this dumb mystery will help me figure it out faster, though."
They look out at the rest of Snowpoint proper, thinking of where to go... it might take a while, though, given travel hasn't been on their mind for some time.
HUD!Vee: <Yeah, my nose hasn' smelled anythin' other than overeager tourist for the past hour.> u_
-but Flipnote may notice that Megan is notably less anxious than any other time she's been in proximity!-
-a cool void exists comfortably where fear ordinarily stews-
-the little metal rat feels prickly and dour, unpleasantly enough-
-the tall lizard is no less anxious than ever, except she's focused it all on the distant target at the warehouse center-
-...oh, also there's like a dozen guys behind crates ranging from bored to angry that their routines have been disrupted for whatever this is-
Hiro: You could have left at any time, and sue me for not wanting to abandon my entire team to them!
Zen!Antimony: ~You cannot—~
-the welder's jet springing from Hiro's palm bursts to full strength, reducing the human ash at his feet yet further into noxious smoke-
-the metal sublimates—his Cinderace changes the field, Molybdenum's webs, molten metal, and Hortensia's ash clouds choking Antimony's line of sight-
-a telekinetic pulse razes all obstruction from the School members' path, but they're already gone-
-Logan just shakes their head, sobering-
Logan: My idiosyncracies aside, that's why I can't just leave her alone. I signed up years ago to be the one facilitating people reaching better places.
-picking at a scar- And I'm fresh, know what I'm walking into, and the vast majority of my loved ones are on another continent. If it could be helped by someone, why not me?
Addie: -snickering- <It sure is, isn't it? It reminds me of our academy days, except no one back in the academy could fistfight Legends.>
-wry- <They make a pretty big mess wherever they go, but they've got a pretty impressive knack for making it out the other side sparkling.>
-blink- <...we've, I should say.>
-a horrific sloshing sound squelches somewhere near the doorstep-
"... Huh. If they're the person I'm thinking of, then that scans. I couldn't think of a way to ask about it without looking like a weirdo..."
"... Nope, doesn't ring a bell."
She points at Ironspine in an accusatory manner.
Flipnote: <You. Stop that>
Flipnote: <... Oh yeah and there's a bunch of guys waiting in ambush. Probably important to mention>
<I'm gonna ignore all that other stuff>
<Work on your issues at home people>
"... Er, thanks?"
Flipnote: <I'd say I try but that didn't require a lot of my effort>
... And she returns herself.
"Right, so what do we do now?"
"... Did you hear that?"
Rowan: <Yeah. Sounded... wet?>
Rowan: <Maybe it's your maybe-girlfriend?>
"What? No, maybe it's something else-"
Despite herself she's already moving to get up and open the door.
The door opens to...
Edited by Daydre on Sep 13th 2021 at 5:57:41 AM
Percy: You're mistaking her for someone in a bad place. She's a bad person— and more to the point, she's not as dumb as she looks. If she catches on, she'll...uh, probably just murder you. If she's feeling generous she'll make it look like an accident and skip the step where she kills all the witnesses.
Aware: (to Addie) <They do seem interesting! But I'm just here to eat batteries and look pretty.>
<Legends, you say? :O>
Olivia: -to Ann- <Ooh, go ahead! I'd like to see you try!>
Square!Gudrunn: "That has different connotations than you think it does."
Owen: "Are... Are they gone?"
Ein: <What was that about?>
Merlin: "It is not a story the J-Team would tell you."
Merlin: "But more seriously he was a knight. From Galar's days of old. I was there you know."
-A Toxapex-y girl is here-
-She seems to be looking for something-
As Ian prepares their counter, Kec rushes forwards and jumps over his shoulder, turning a deep purple as spectral claws extend from his arms. He spins in mid-air and dives towards Metagross, fury in his eyes.
Kec: <I won't forgive you!>
A second later, Sud and Tot also rush forwards, preparing their own rage-fuelled attacks of Hammer Arm and Echoed Voice respectively.
By Hoop's side, there is a flash of light as Cof emerges from his pokeball by his own power.
Cof: <Well, it's all going down out here, eh? Master got way in over their head, and now here they are, on the brink of death, with only the powers of yours truly there to stop them from sliding into an early grave.>
Ann: -Touches the Magic circle-
Oh you too, huh? There's a lot of qualities you can pick up on through a person's Aura, that's how I found out. Anyway...
-Goes into a summary of what was discussed during the Mushraiments convo-
...And so here we are. I figure our next step would be figuring out if dealing with Morata can be done through mundane means, or it we're gonna need to mask up, if you catch my meaning.
(The group looks on in suspense as the cloud of dust goes up.)
(Howie, Tommy, and Pepper all look on for a few moments, before eventually...)
Tommy: "What is this history?"
(A platinum-blonde haired Trainer wearing a gray hat, black scarf, gray shirt, and a light blue skirt, along with white leggings and blue shoes, is sitting in the Wild Area. This young girl, INGRID ANDERSON, has a Shiny Galvantula perched on her shoulder— said Shiny Galvantula, ANANPI, has painted on red cheeks and is wearing a foam lightning-bolt shaped tail to make himself resemble a Pikachu. He is also wearing a pair of spiral-eyed glasses that make him look very, very silly.)
Ananpi: <Chuu~ What are you doing, Ingrid?>
(Ingrid, who cannot yet understand her Pokemon, turns to look at Ananpi.)
Ingrid: "Oh? What do you want, Ananpi?"
Ananpi: <What are you doing? You've been sitting here in the Wild Area for the past few hours, chuu~ Are you here to catch some new friends?>
(Ingrid smiles, turning to face him.)
Ingrid: "Oh, that's right, Ananpi! You must be hungry." (She promptly takes out some berries.) "Here you go!"
(Ananpi just stares over at the berries in slight confusion, tilting his head— before eventually shocking them. Soon afterwards, the berries are tender enough to eat, but Ananpi still won't eat them. Ingrid blinks— and then...)
Ingrid: "Do you... do you not like them...?"
Ananpi: (confused) <Chuu...? No! Nononononono! I... I just... I'm not hungry right now, that's all!>
Ingrid: (in tears) "I gave you rotten berries...!"
Ananpi: (crawling up to her and trying to comfort her) <No...! No, you didn't! They're good! I just don't feel hungry right now!>
Ingrid: (in tears) "I'm sorry, Ananpi...!"
Ananpi: (saddened) <Ingrid... no...>
(She promptly grabs on to and starts hugging Ananpi, still in tears.)
Halis: "Now, wait, was it this way, or...?"
Fiddling with their reliably unreliable PDA, Halis seems to have stumbled inside Mt. Coronet on their way back to the world at large, having followed faulty directions provided by their device.
Halis: "I think I'm starting to remember why I don't usually travel on my own."
The PDA beeps, pointing them yet further into the cave system.
Halis: "Well... nothing to it but to keep going, I guess."
With that said, their aimless voyage in the dark continues.
-Ann's arms grow long and stretchy-
-Around the same time she should notice a strange fold in the wall-
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