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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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Spending decades at the beck and call of someone else, forgetting you were ever human to begin with!
Don’t give me that bullshit; death will always be better than unending suffering!
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[...this. this is probably not good?]
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[Maybe don't?]
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[you want to scream about death being a preferable option? she will cheerfully make it an option for you. right here. right now. she will fucking murder you in this pokemon center, that is what she is saying here.]
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[nope nope NOPE]
I think this is getting a touch out of hand on several sides. Commander, surely you realize that approaching us immediately after a heavily trying journey was perhaps ill timing, so I must ask your patience in our discussions today.
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[...both to keep you grounded and so he knows if you're gonna start shit.]
Don't let her provoke you. You'll just be playing into her hands at that point.
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My point stands in that you've approached at a highly inopportune time, so I would politely request you begin to approach something resembling a point or purpose in this meeting. With all respect, we're not made of limitless time or energy.
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[...okay look you have seen saturn, there is no E for Everyone way to explain SATURN COULD NOT FIND HIS ASS WITH BOTH HANDS AND A MAP but the sentiment remains
she is huffy about it
but the sentiment remains]
I'm going to remind you that you aren't the ones in power here. You can make all the polite requests you want, but they aren't going to get anywhere unless I deem it so. Do you understand.
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[And he'd even give a pleasant smile in response.]
But it can't be all that entertaining for you to strike at a target that's already rather worn down, can it?
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She made the same long journey the rest of us did, you know. If anything, we've had more time to recover than she has.
[And then to Jupiter, she adds:] I'm sorry for our behavior. What Bucky said before about this world was out of line.
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Since I doubt you ventured out here solely to make our acquaintance, I might wager we're here for a similar reason to you, Commander.
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accidentally deleted because i'm a goddamn mess today ig
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I have not lied to you. You seek confirmation on our interest in the lake, yes? The hints of the local legends we have learned are as fine a starting place as we have here to decide our travels. Yes, we are here for Lake Acuity, as you full well already know and as I have said, as much as we are here for anything. We have been taking our intentions and expectations one day at a time.
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After hearing her, he turns over to look at Bucky like. Welp. That doesn't sound good. ]
I don't think she's going to be listening in the way you want her to be.
[ .... yeaaaah. What are words. So many reasons why he thinks she wouldn't and he understands his frustation but. She's not a good person, he can definitely tell. ]
Do you want to just stop for a moment?
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...you’re right. You ‘n Ignis.
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[ He doesn't figure it had to do with any of that...
Ventus breathes a little breath of relief. He was really worried for a moment there, and yeah, he's not a diplomatic person but like. He doesn't want people to die?
And he knows Bucky is a nice person -- it's clear to him he just went through a lot. ]
...it'll be okay. We'll get through this.
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Just because it might be better doesn't mean you should volunteer. Calm down!
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Her knuckles are white from clenching her chair so tightly, and she has to force her body to relax. When she does rise, it's to try and play damage control with Ignis, and apologize on Bucky's behalf. Not so much for this, but everything he said before it.
They can talk about it... No. If they talk about it all, they can talk later.]