Test 2.

[azumods]

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.

Comments

[discutio]

[you know what, he's not even mad]

I find it odd you've enough sense of self left to make comments like that. Does that not fall under the realm of 'imperfection' by Galactic's definition?

[azumods]

It isn't enough to be a hindrance for our purposes.

[discutio]

Then Cyrus and I clearly have very different ideas of what constitutes a flaw in one's plan.

[Ignis adjusted his sunglasses, a smirk coming to his face that had something of an edge to it. True, he didn't fight by this world's rules...but he also wasn't limited to physical attacks either.]

Tell me, does it prove a hindrance for you? Have you ever passed your fellow teammates and really looked at them? Seen the deadened look in their eyes, knowing you carry a flaw that hasn't been repaired by comparison?

Does Cyrus know you aren't good enough for his perfect utopia?

[azumods]

I would assume so, given that the situation from the start was overseen by Commander Jupiter herself.

[Well, then.]

[discutio]

Is that right?

[Jupiter--wasn't that the one he was supposedly assigned to? Interesting.]

Jupiter must not care much for Galactic's aims at all, if such a blatant oversight is allowed to go about unrepaired.

[azumods]

I can't speak for Commander Jupiter's thoughts.

[She just knows the status quo, bro, she doesn't know what's going through the woman's head at any given point.]

[discutio]

No, certainly not. I just find it quite fascinating that such a slim sense of emotion is allowed. Is there really no concern of such a fault in conditioning ending in the conditioning itself being broken?

I'm disappointed, truthfully. I expected more than this level of carelessness for how Cyrus has been made to sound.

[azumods]

[...Okay?]

Again, I can't speak for either of them.

[Which, I mean. Is at least different to Saturn jumping to Master Cyrus' defense every twenty seconds.]