Test 1.
VALOR Your arrival at Lake Valor is met with no fanfare at all, nor are there any obstructions; it seems that Team Galactic has moved on from here, the area devoid of activity and strangely-dressed people for the time being. The area is also largely devoid of water. There's some, in the area that presumably was the lake once; however, it can hardly be called a proper lake now. There's a massive crater in the middle of the clearing that that now-unobstructed path through the woods takes you to; it's refilled some since whatever incident caused it, but the water is only about knee-high at the deepest and generally incapable of impeding you much if you should choose to wade into it. Whatever you choose to do, there's a massive, raised area in the middle of what's left of the lake, a rock formation of some sort; it's capable of being scaled with reasonably little difficulty. An opening is visible in the rock face, large and gaping, leading inwards and downwards into a cavern system of some sort. Your exploration starts now; time to see if there really is nothing worth reporting in the area. |

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[Quaver accepts the berry and flutters over to drop it near the Spiritomb. Michael leans forward, folding his arms thoughtfully. Okay, apology done, now how does one make friends with a horrible ghost-amalgamate spirit guardian?
...well, he knows how demons get on.]
See now, this is the scariest thing he can do. Quaver, do the laugh. [Quaver does the horrible doll laugh. It's not any better to hear in the darkness.] Can you laugh evilly? I bet it'd help.
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[You really think Michael is going to be significantly bothered by the shrieking of the damned, this is his natural habitat.]
You're here to protect the lake guardian, yes? [He's been paying attention to the other conversations.] Can you all move, or are you just sort of stuck where you are? Ah - left for mobile, right for not?
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Anyway, the lights on the left blink! They can move, but they're certainly not moving right now.]
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Ah, good, good. [He'd been thinking of asking if it wanted to be put back, but it's clearly fine then.] Now, I'm afraid flying shrieking in the face of most of your enemies might be a waste, they're all completely forked in the head. But any of them not wearing the stupid green wigs, that'd be fun - speaking of which, have you seen a guy with blue hair like this?
[Mimes Saturn's horn-hair things.]
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[Sigh. Oh, Saturn.]
Did you fight him? Left for yes is fine, like they're doing.
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Was he trying to get past you? To the lake god?
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...wait, is that one speaking Morse code? How the hell do you know Morse code?
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...that is not an answer??]
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And then, in Morse code: YES.]
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[....we're getting distracted.]
Sorry, this is weird, do you have a name?
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[kinda rude bro]
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Is Team Galactic responsible for hurting your god? [He’s totally paying attention to all that other stuff!]
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