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[closed] while the snow falls all around me

Who: Emmet, Laios, Ingo
What: Play Nice and Exploration: Blue, for now
When: various points in August
Where: Middle Forest, uncharted territory past the Southern Outpost at current
Warnings: Cold weather environmental hazards; to be added if they come up

play nice (for laios)

[ So the guilds are looking to expand! Makes sense. Makes sense if they're intending to scale up operations as the town expands past the immediate area that they've well and mapped out by now. If they are to continue on these tracks then of course they are going to need more members to avoid being spread too thin, possibly on a little more reliable of a basis than 'every other month when strange things start happening.'

That still doesn't mean they know who or what they're looking out for, exactly! What sort of roles the guilds need filled, if there's any specificity in traits or abilities they should be on the lookout for or if they just need to bolster numbers in general. At least that means they have free choice of where to head? ]

It's cleared up a lot here from how it used to be... [ Emmet notes, picking his way carefully across the earth. Every now and then he'll eye the ground a little dubiously, but whatever he's waiting for or expecting to happen never seems to. So, after each of these moments his ears just flick a little as if to dismiss them. ] But anyway. What sort of Pokémon do you want to run into, you think?

exploration: blue (for ingo)

[ Uncharted territory again! It's been a while since they last ventured forth into the unknown. This time ... they are probably more prepared for it? It's a scouting mission, once again, so there is no imminent peril or time pressure.

Being surrounded by trees is familiar enough. What isn't is the drop in temperatures, especially given the season. And soon enough the familiar sight of densely wooded forest begins to give way to thinner vegetation, the few trees remaining growing gnarled and stripped barren. Snow is starting to collect on the twisting branches.

Emmet's ears twitch a little as he tilts his head back to take a look up at the sky above. Snow, huh. Not hail, at least, and not storming, but... ]

Knew it was to be expected, but. I am Emmet. Suddenly I am glad for all this fur.

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Is it really so common that you had to make a rule against it? You would have to if it were in Hisui, at this point, but that is rather out of the ordinary!

[ Ingo's never had any trouble with it himself; they have an open enough training arena, and can always just go outside of the village walls if things might get too intense. But he knows the subway is underground, at least. That would be far more dangerous! ]

Hmmm. They will accompany trainers who challenge the Subway sometimes. Not all the time but some of the older or more experienced trainers have befriended them. There are a few pilots who have challenged the lines with the legendary birds; a few stoneworkers who have had the company of Terrakion. Mostly-retired trainers and veterans who have met their fair share of wandering legends like the Swords and Forces of Nature over the years. That sort of thing. They are allowed.

[ Even the legendaries want to let loose and have a good battle sometimes. Or something like that? Shoutout to Socialites Aparna and Saty, Gentlemen Camus and Kavan, Veterans Colombo, Leron, Jeune, and Risha among others whose entire list of known Pokemon consists entirely of various sets of the trio legends, plus some splashing of Regigases, Cresselias, and Heatrans for spice.]

But. Palkia, Dialga, Giratina, Arceus. Those ones, not so much! They are something else. So I would verrrrry much want to battle them.

I've not battled either of the latter two yet! Maybe one day. But you might have to travel to - to Sinnoh to find them yourself!

[ It'd be easy enough, if he went to Hisui with Ingo. But that's - complicated, isn't it? He doesn't want to raise the spectre of what might happen if the two of them ever do leave this world. ]

Plenty of people already live in Sinnoh and have not reported any battles involving Arceus.

[ It feels like the kind of thing that would be a big deal? That or the kind of thing that involves proving yourself by going on a months long quest through various landmarks or ruins or something, at the end of which you get to briefly meet the legendary you did it for as long as you keep it a more private, personal thing. Which he doesn't really have time for anymore, unless he wants to drop everything and just vanish into the wilderness? ]

I believe that is what is called a "skill issue".

[ MAKE HIM STOP HANGING OUT WITH TEENAGERS IMMEDIATELY ]

[ Okay, he just breaks into something somewhere between an uncontrollable gigglefit and a burst of mildly-strangled laughter on account of trying to keep his voice down, slightly hysteric— before he ducks his head and slaps a paw over his muzzle to try to muffle himself.

How many layers of anachronism is this, does this loop around, help, ]

[ Ingo lets out a loud bark of pleased laughter, then remembers their current location and snaps his jaws shut. None of this feels like avalanche conditions to him, but it's best to remain aware! ]

Was that right?

Wh— where did you learn that.

[ Yes, in other words. Who is teaching Ingo memes. Was it Shoka. Did Akari do it. ]

Akari!

[ I mean, of course, ]

[ Ingo and Akari are invasive species in Hisui who lack sufficient enrichment from their environment, leading to shit like this, in this essay we will—

Okay. Okay he is going to try to get his breathing under control, help. This is a mission that they are being verrrry serious about and not just losing it over anachronistic memes on. Which is why his subject change is just a hasty, halfway wheezed out: ]

Should we. Try to go further down, do you think? Since we are already here. See what is making all that blue?

[ Ingo is still chuckling himself, but somewhat reluctantly goes along with the re-railing. ]

Oh, well, if we can do so safely. It would have been better if we had a flying type! We have not even encountered any hostile ice-types yet, I'm sure it would be alright if we brought one next time.

[ Ingo knows there's birds that can handle this sort of weather just fine, even if that's a rather specific requirement... ]

[ Emmet's still a little short on breath himself, soooo. ]

Would be safest if one of us learned Follow Me. If we bring a flying-type, I mean. But we probably do not.

But ... it should be okay? I will be careful.

[ Because that's the biggest concern here, right? ]

I don't recall that one.

[ But then, not like doubles were much of a thing in Hisui anyway. Ingo shifts forward, peering down into the pit again. Being careful is all well and good, but the wild can be unpredictable. You can't always evade everything. ]

Let me try something...

[ He'll try shooting a thin jet of flame straight down into the crevasse. He doesn't want to risk causing any actual melt, but some light might help them spot a decent path down. ]

Never really used it anyway. Wasn't part of our strategies. But it is what it sounds like. Gets opponents' attention, makes them focus on the user. Protects a partner.

[ But the jet of flame goes down... and down, and down, unimpeded. The ice walls around it light up as the flame travels, casting glittering reflections as it goes, but ...

Looks like there might be more or less a decentish path down? It might not all be completely contiguous, though. ]

[ Well, it certainly isn't unnavigable... ]

We may as well try! I am more concerned about myself than you, in all honesty - I am not so nimble as you are anymore.

[ He manages the Oran cliffs fine, but Typhlosion is just not really built for climbing. ]

Up to you. You know what you can manage better than I do.

[ They also have to take into account that climbing down is one think, but eventually they'll have to make their way back up...? ]

Then let us go down a little way, at least! I shall serve as our engine!

[ He has been leading most of this, after all. Besides - if either of them slips, it'll likely be him. No reason to take Emmet with him. He rises and shakes out his fur, but doesn't go to leave immediately. He wants to make absolutely certain Emmet is okay to start. ]

[ He's maybe a little ginger as he also gets back up, his weight carried just that bit more carefully than usual as he rises also. Though maybe he's also a little distracted as he stares at the wall nearest them, then back down to the rest of it.

(A kaleidoscope of Zoroark, of course, looks back.) ]

Okay. Everything's ready.

[ Ingo doesn't follow his gaze. He knows what's there, and he'd prefer not to see it. ]

All aboard!

[ It is, as Ingo's "all aboard"s go, fairly quiet. He's not the best at controlling these things, but he has learned some semblance of it for when he's out in the wilds, at least. It was rather necessary.

Turning to the edge of their little ledge nearest the wall, he starts carefully venturing down the makeshift path they saw. Where there's gaps, he tries to stretch across rather than actually make a leap. It's just safer - but, aside from that, his jumping ability is not what it was. Their reflections move alongside them as they go, fracturing and splintering in some places. He...still thinks they look odd. Sometimes, it's almost like it moves before he does. He doesn't want Emmet to feel as though he must try and maintain that illusion while climbing, though, so he does not say anything. ]

[ True to his word, Emmet follows along closely, taking great care with where he steps and how.

There really are a lot of these reflections, aren't there? You'd think that at least some of it, being ice, would be more— frosted? Not so clear? As it is it's almost dizzying if they look in the wrong direction for too long.

But even focusing on the path ahead doesn't completely eliminate the problem. Their reflections travel with them, though sometimes ... lagging behind? Is that right? Maybe it is just the angle, but when he does spare a moment to check, sometimes he is just met with himself, looking back at him at too direct an angle for how he simply just glances at it out of the corner of his eye.

The expressions some of them have, too... does he really look like that? Well, whatever— if he gets too distracted he'll fall behind. ]

[ Ingo tries to keep his eyes on the ground, on his own paws and where he's about to place them. Still, dark and white shapes refract in his periphery. The white ones give him more of a jolt, as they always have...but he's trying not to think about that. At least until there's a spot with no obvious footholds in stretching reach, and he has to lift his head to search about. ]

...are there more of those than before?

... Feels like it.

Maybe the ice is just more— clear down here?

[ Or maybe it's just the house of mirrors effect of the same reflections bouncing back and forth on each other...? It's not that bad all over, just. Certain directions, like staring directly across from the wall they're following for one. ]

I wonder if there are not Froslass in the area.

[ This passing suspicion did not help him not join Froslass' cult at all! ]

They are not incredibly common in the wild, but they can prove treacherous!

... not really native to Unova, but have heard the stories. We haven't seen any frozen Pokemon, though. Right?

[ Or is that just one of those traits that some Froslass display, and everyone's blown up into a bigger thing than it is? ]

Not yet!

[ It's common enough, but it really depends on what their hunting's been like lately! ]

We have an old legend about one that took on the form of a human woman and married a Pearl Clan man, long ago. So keep an eye out for that as well, I suppose!

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