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Test 4.
KNOWLEDGE Compared to the frigid chamber you've just left, the cavern you enter now is warm. It isn't difficult to see why; while there's still a fair amount of space in here, it's far smaller, and there's a source of heat and light in here - a small fire going near a corner of the room, tucked away behind the wall and difficult to see as you enter, but fairly obvious once you're inside, the light from the flames bouncing off the corner of the chamber and making it decidely easier to see. There thankfully aren't any more of Froslass' "sculptures" in here; there is, however, a person. Candice is in the corner near the fire, pressed back against the wall and watching you as you enter; it's likely obvious from the start that there's something wrong with her, though it's difficult to say what just from looking at her. Her eyes aren't fixed in the same sort of dull, blank stare that the people affected by Team Galactic tend to display, but at the same time, they look viscerally wrong - it's alert but it's empty and almost completely unfocused, as though she's taking in information and she's processing it, but she's not actually seeing any of it. It's unsettling, but she's still watching you, and she's holding something close to her chest as she does so; she's got the thick, blue sweater untied from around her waist, and she's holding it bundled in her arms like she's trying to protect it. Her eyes don't come into focus, even as she addresses you. "I told you that you aren't welcome here. You need to leave. Now." Her gaze darts as she speaks, like she's trying to take in as much as she can, even if she doesn't seem to be registering any of it properly; her expression is hard. Cold. What happens now is up to you. |
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You're curled up in a corner of a cave with only a small fire as a source of warmth, running on little sleep and food, with a presumably injured Pokemon that you are refusing to let us provide medical treatment for. Are you sure you don't need help? There's being paranoid of strangers, and then there's just being obstinate.
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But as it is, it's... it's just sad, seeing someone in this state. It's no wonder Aya is upset.
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[oh my god.]
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Yes, that's Aya.
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[God we started off strong and then went right back to awkward stilted conversation, good job.]
... I'm beginning to realize that we probably should have all introduced ourselves instead of assuming you already knew all of our names.
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... I'm Ari, by the way. The girl with pink hair is Aya...
[Ari will in fact point out who everyone is, unless someone has already introduced themselves or is going to interrupt and give their own name before he can state it.]
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[ . . . She of course wants to give her own ok ]
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Thank you.
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[Ari has his own Glaceon by his feet here already, but he'll show her the other three if Candice wants to see them.]
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Name's Bucky.