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Azume Mods ([personal profile] azumods) wrote in [community profile] azume2018-06-30 12:10 pm

Test 2.

WILLPOWER

The chamber at the back of the cave is not unlike the one before it - it's large and oppressively dark, with shallow pools of water puddled on the floor. However, it isn't entirely impossible to see; off in a far corner of the cavern, there's a dim light shining pale blue, the soft glow pulsing steadily like it's keeping time, like a heartbeat.

It's likely, however, that you're not going to get a good look at whatever is causing it before a voice rings out from the entrance behind you, immediately setting the Spiritombs off with loud, ringing shrieks that indicate over half a thousand souls aren't pleased with what seems to be happening here, and as the words register, you'll realize it's probably for good reason.

"In the name of Team Galactic, I'm going to have to ask you all to leave. The Guardian is rightfully ours."

It's immediately obvious that at the very least, the voice doesn't belong to Saturn - it's higher-pitched, belonging to a woman from the sound of it. Turning to face the source will reveal a woman in full Galactic grunt uniform; she seems young in the face and she's rather short, though she's built as though she's likely strong for her size. While she's clearly here to do a task, her eyes are noticeably just as devoid of spirit as the others that you've seen - she's just as heavily brainwashed as the rest.

The Spiritombs you've encountered will do their jobs; they'll protect the Lake Guardian physically, promptly proceeding to get between it and...well, everyone else here. They aren't going to back down until the perceived threat is dealt with; they really, really don't like Team Galactic.

What happens now is up to you.

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[personal profile] anythingforyou 2018-06-30 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[...You know, Camilla's not entirely sure what she expected at this point, but this? This probably should've been exactly that. Oh boy.]

Darling, I'm afraid you're preaching to a choir here. One that doesn't seem to be all that fond of your like, you know.

[Yeah, even if she's a smaller girl, Camilla is...well, she's all talked out at this point, though it's clear she's not exactly in a mood for inciting a riot, either. But being rude? That's pretty much exactly on the agenda for today.

...also yes, a choir can totally be made of over a thousand sealed souls of the damned, totally.]