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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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[Probably. She's a technophobe, okay, it's not like she's actually investigated that idea too closely. As far as she can see there's certain inventions that exist uniquely here, mainly to suit a need her world doesn't have—pokemon, in other words. But she doesn't think she's seen much beyond that when it comes to other things? Certainly nothing of this level.
Actually, if it was just a pokemon doing this she'd be much more likely to accept it, she's just kinda rolled with them being capable of absurd things. It's a fact a human has come up with this that's throwing her for a loop.]
Teleportation is a really big deal in my world, though; there's only a single man we know of who's capable of it. [Biting the end of her thumbnail, Rin begins speaking more to herself that Ignis, lost in thought.] That Saturn guy must be more capable than I thought...
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...He must be quite the engineer, if that machinery's his doing as well.
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I can do the same thing with airport luggage. [Not even counting Zelretch's trunk, but that one at least was made by a wizard.] Or could, not too long ago.
[NOW SHE'S SULKING.] But ugh, yes. If he really did make this, even I have to admire his prowess.
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[That's how Trustfell Round 4 happened! Thanks, Kirei.]
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[He motions like he's folding something.]
Not in this body, of course, I'm not in Transportation.
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You're a demon, so of course. From the divine and the demonic, that power is more expected.
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