Test 6.

[azumods]

EMOTION After the discussions with Lucas, he seems calm enough; any visible nerves around you, muted though they may have been, seem gone entirely by now, and he seems sure that Mesprit will be able to make the right decision when it comes to what to do. Besides, even if it isn't displayed prominently it's clear that he's concerned about it; whatever is making it affect the Pokémon in the cave like this is more than a bit of a worry, even if the feelings flooding though those of you here haven't stopped, either - the sense that things will be okay somehow, the odd comforting presence, hasn't faded. Perhaps it's a good sign for things to come. Perhaps it's promising, perhaps it's meant to be an invitation. Perhaps it's a request for help. Either way, Lucas recalls Torterra - he isn't immune to the despondency flooding through the cavern either, though it seems it's taken a little bit longer to hit him - and he'll gesture for you to follow him; he weaves easily through the stalagmite structures everywhere, and after a while the lot of you will become aware of an area emanating a warm glow in front of what looks like another corridor. It's soft and pink, and looks more like a dim light than anything solid; however, touching it or pushing against it will prove to be like trying to move a steel wall reinforced with concrete, using nothing but your bare hands. In other words, for a soft pink glow, it's very, very firm. Lucas shifts a bit in front of it. "This is it. I've been working on it for a few days now, but nothing really seems to work - I've tried teleporting around it, but that doesn't work, and Pokémon moves won't break it at all. "I really think Mesprit is back there; we need to help it." Do your best; that's all anyone asks of you right now.

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[azumods]

[And that sense of warmth from the words will soon be joined by warmth from the barrier as well; it isn't the usual calming warmth that a fair few of the people are experiencing here, it's different - the sort of thing that comes not with victory, but the determination to try to secure one. The sort of fire burning under all the nerves before a game.

And with it come thoughts, less obtrusive than the usual thought-pushing from the Lake Guardians - this is hazier, more sensed and felt than heard.

It does miss the way things used to be, of course, but it does want to get that back. To experience the world the way it should be again.]

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[Sena can't help but giggle when he feels the warmth burn against his forehead, tickle the tips of his fingers. It's the sense of the devil bat's fire that burns when he realizes just what kind of rival he's facing; when he gets knocked down time and time again and he continues to stand; when he and his team pump themselves up before a game and all in a circle, they let out their battle cry for all to hear: We didn't come to beat our enemy, we came here to kill them! Ya-Ha!

It's that kind of feeling that makes him think of home, makes him think of what he needs to do to get back, the promised battle against Jupiter, the inevitable showdown against all of Team Galactic...and it bolsters his will to fight.]

Ha...you understand that, don't you? That kind of feeling...it took me so long to understand it.

[One hand clenches into a fist on the barrier, the fire brushing against his knuckles. It invigorates him.]

We'll fight together. And we'll win. And doing that, we achieve our dreams. That's how it goes, neh?

[azumods]

[There's a light sense of amusement tinging the feelings now, though it's gentle.

Feelings are what I do. It would be a shame if I couldn't. But we can fight, yes.]

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[Heehee. You're part of the team now, Mespirit. Sena's declared it. In his head. With his feelings.

You and Michael and Rin and Zelda and Camilla and Kayneth and Monta and Shell and Vee and Nin and his currently unnamed Abra and everyone else.

It's a big team.]