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Third.
ENCOUNTER 3. Snowpoint City is small, cold, and definitely not covered in waist-high snowdrifts. The traveling becomes far easier as soon as you enter the city limits, and the bright orange roof of the Pokémon Center is easy to spot among the white blanketing of snow dusting the ground and the local buildings; it's warm in there, and the attendants inside seem used to this sort of thing - people wandering in bedraggled and cold, unprepared for the weather and the routes leading up to this place - and they'll give you warm, fresh blankets and mugs of warm drinks that steam in your hands. The taste is difficult to place - it's definitely made of berries of some sort, though it doesn't seem to be proper tea or coffee; the point, however, is that it's good at warming you from the inside, and while it doesn't have proper medicinal properties, it'll at least perk you up a bit and make it seem like facing the rest of the day might not be so terrible. Which is fortunate, really, given what's to come. Come mid-afternoon, there's a loud, sharp whistle from the doorway of the Center - it's high and shrill, the sort of thing that's designed to get as much attention as possible, in as little time as possible. It'll stop before it goes on too long, but it's definitely enough to be heard, and the source isn't exactly hard to spot. She's another one that isn't dressed like the other members of Team Galactic, her hair and outfit far different from the usual grunt attire; she seems a bit older than Saturn, her expression harder and more experienced. She's smiling a bit now that she's holding the room, but the expression is strange in that it doesn't reach her eyes, even though those are just as bright and alert as her fellow Commander's were. It's cold. Unwelcoming. And deeply, deeply wrong in a way that's both vaguely similar and completely different to the way the emotionless people here tend to present - it's unfeeling, but in a way that's natural rather than enforced. Dangerous. "So you're the group that left us before I could get to know you properly," she says, and her voice is as cold as the rest of her; it's cordial, perhaps overly so, but there's a firmness to it that heavily implies that she's only being nice because she's expected to be nice. Because maybe if she's nice, this will go nice and easy and nothing will happen. "I'm Commander Jupiter, serving Team Galactic under the orders of Master Cyrus. Sorry I couldn't meet you all properly before; things got a bit hectic. But we can change that now." Her tone implies that that isn't a request. |
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[ They do have flames, after all. ]
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They do evolve, you know.
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[ Even so, point stands more! ]
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Do you think they could not help with the trek up to here? ... I suppose the snow might actually make flight difficult too...
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[Just...saying...]
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[ . . . Point taken on the ice though. ]
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[note to jupiter: obtain horse.]
Flying-types don't tend to like ice, but they can bring you up here if they know what they're doing. They might not like it, but it's not like they can express too many opinions anyway.
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Okay. She. Hmmm. ]
I... see.
[ Okay, like. ]
Are you here for us, or to go to the Lakefront, if I might ask?
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You're positive you haven't seen Saturn since he stopped you in front of Lake Valor?
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... She doesn't want the guy to suffer penalties. ]
I am certain. We spoke with him there and have not seen him since.
[ . . . Which god se hopes everyone else is rolling with. ]
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[She doesn't seem satisfied with that answer, but if you haven't seen him, you haven't, she supposes.]
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[She scratches her head and looks up with her best confused expression (which is pretty convincing, given this place leaves her perpetually confused).]
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He's been a pain lately, that's all.
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[It’s easy to still act really sour towards Saturn, he was really genuinely peeved about that.]
At least you’re doing this inside.
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[he literally just hated them so much he erased people as a concept apparently]
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Well, I was referring more to the machines; he prefers them over people, but he doesn't hate people entirely.
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[He sort of dislikes behaving cordially towards Jupiter, who seems like a real bench, but he's perfectly capable of doing it, unlike some people here.]
Not that you just let them do whatever they want. Working relationship - [He nods at Skuntank] - is the ideal. But you need a little sense in your assistants, or you just have to micromanage them.
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