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Week 13.
WEEK 13 The trip to Celestic Town is an unconventional one, though it's infinitely faster than walking and doesn't leave everyone feeling woozy in the same way that teleportation does. The town itself is a small one, though it's scenic, and there's a sort of beauty to it that's very rustic in nature; it's surrounded on both sides by mountainous routes that you're welcome to go on to both the west and the east, though it wouldn't be recommended that you venture too far out, seeing as they can be on the dangerous side for those who are unfamiliar with them. It seems Cynthia was right about one thing - there was certainly an incident at Lake Verity that went off almost as soon as you left, another of those deep pulses echoing through the surrounding area; it seems that whatever Mesprit did can be felt by the region as a whole, given that Celestic Town and the surrounding areas seem to have been affected as well despite being so far east of the lake. Cynthia herself can be found throughout the town for the duration, should anyone want to speak to her. Sometimes when left to her own devices, she can be seen in the company of a little girl who looks very similar to herself; sometimes she's with a pair of people much older. Either way, the family resemblance is strong. Lucas is here as well; he's still willing to speak to anyone that wants to, though he seems a bit subdued. Either way, it's been a long, harrowing trip so far; hopefully spending some time here will help to rejuvenate you. POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SURROUNDING ROUTES: MOUNTAINS/ELEVATED AREAS SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week thirteen of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend.] |
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Probably by way of answer, Duma, pausing, squawks at Michael, turns to look at him—because Duma's face is also his entire body, this involves laboriously spinning his entire self around—turns to the cliff, turns back to Michael, squawks again, and turns back around to the cliff.
Aaaand jumps off it again.
...Th...anks......]
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[Aaaand he's gone.
Michael sighs, and releases Quaver from his Pokeball.]
Okay, I need you to go find Emmeryn, and tell her that Duma is out here jumping off of cliffs, if she was wondering. [Aaaaand off goes the messenger parrot!
With the return of his emotions, he's at least gotten better at this part. No more creepy monotone recitations!]
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Meanwhile, Quaver will find Emmeryn in a minor frenzy up and down Celestic Town, two Pokéballs at her side and her usual entourage otherwise nowhere in sight.]
Duma? [Usually she is above all this yelling but the circumstances are dire.] Duma?
[This keeps too much of her attention for her to really mind Quaver right away... He's always out and about unattended, what else is new.]
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[Quaver now understands human speech well enough to not literally repeat what Michael said word-for-word! It's actually a very good imitation of Michael's speaking voice now, though, he could definitely impersonate him over the phone.
Meanwhile, back at the cliffs, Michael has taken a seat at the top to watch each impact happen.]
Are you going for distance? You should try a running start.
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He is what.
[Okay. All right. Deep breaths. She tries for one and does not look any less vaguely ready to pass out. With a little jolt, she starts like she's going to move, then remembers they're surrounded by cliffs, he could be anywhere??]
Would—Would you show me where, Quaver? Please.
[this is going to kill her. she's going to die here.
Duma, oblivious to the wrath he is liable to be facing soon, stomps a little in place in response to Michael, and takes a few unsteady steps back so he stands a few feet from the cliff's edge.
As it turns out, he is way too goddamm heavy to actually run, but bless his heart does he try to get a good vault off into the goddamn void again.
It...doesn't stop him from acting any less angry on his way back up.]
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[Michael demonstrates the shape of a motorcycle jump with his hand.
Quaver, on the other hand, squawks and flies off in their direction.]
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Elsewhere, Emmeryn hikes her skirt up over her ankles and chases behind Quaver. Once they get on the route proper, though, she goes still, her breath catching a moment. M...must she...... Must this happen. ]
To me, Latona. [Audhulma is in time out but Emmeryn lets Latona out of her ball to pace uncertainly beside her trainer, who takes Latona's arm to keep steady once they start up the mountain path behind Quaver.
And so, echoing from down below, half-panicked and half like an exasperated mother about to deliver the grounding of the fucking century:]
Duma!
[...squawk squawk roll. please help.]
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[And Michael can't push you out of Emmeryn range. Also he doesn't really want to, he is the one who got her here in the first place?]
Here, let's hide you. [Michael takes off his suit jacket and just. Drapes it over the part of the shell that Duma's head pokes out of. Honestly, just because he thinks it'll be pretty funny; he leans back against Duma as Emmeryn draws close, grinning.]
Hey, Em! What's up?
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And here comes Emmeryn, looking less like she's going to put Duma in time out for the rest of his life and more like she's going to fall over. It probably speaks to just how disoriented she is that Duma's marvelous disguise doesn't fall apart immediately.]
Michael— [WHOOF okay let her catch her breath] Quaver found me. Is Duma...?
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Oh, Duma? No idea, but he's not around here!
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Really, now... [All of the absolute goddamn nonsense Duma and Sinnoh and everyone and everything else put her through on the regular, and yet this is easily the most exasperated she has sounded—and no less so as she takes Duma's Pokéball in her hand and sighs,] Excuse me, Michael.
[Even though, really, if she recalled Duma while Michael was still leaning on him and he lost his balance, would anyone blame her.]
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[He stands upright and steps away from Duma.]
Where, oh where, could he be? Tell you what, I'll take the eastern ridge.
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Duma, you are not to sneak off like that again, you scared me half to death.
[...This big round moron is absolutely still acting like she can't see him, and continues doing so until he's too busy being inside his Pokéball to do much of anything else. Emmeryn, in order, sighs, recomposes herself, and hands Michael his jacket.]
I hope he did not give you much trouble. Thank you for sending for me—but certainly there was a better way to express the urgency...
[Presently she is not entirely convinced that Duma actually jumped off a goddamn thing, but rather than irritated she just sounds exhausted.]
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[Michael takes his jacket, shaking the dirt off of it. It's still not entirely clean when he's done, so he just holds it over his arm instead of putting it back on. Quaver settles on his shoulder and chirps proudly.]
He can handle jumping off cliffs really well, actually. Very durable.
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[did he just jump off and climb back up and then...roll over and give up?? does she want to know. she doesn't think she does. and yet, worry wins out.]
He didn't seem to have hurt himself? Oh, I should take him back down and check him over...
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[Michael nearly points out that you can see the impact crater from way up here, but miraculously decides against it.]
I bet all he needs is a bath.
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[Latona starts considering being useful about now, sees Emmeryn shift and shuffles over, but has not figured out what the next step to proper usefulness is just yet so she's just, like...standing there...looming. Why are all of Emmeryn's Pokémon idiots.]
Thank you so much again for keeping an eye on him, Michael. I don't know how long it would have taken me to find him... [And she smiles, but it's a little tight.] Do excuse me—I, ah, don't much care for heights.
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[He glances once more up the cliff, then turns to go himself. He has no real reason to be out here, he was just following Duma to see what stupid thing he did. Which did not disappoint!]
C'mon, I'll walk you back.