[Firepaw and Emporio are all set to leave with the scholar, Tinkaton, when Flowey shows up. As it turns out, Tinkaton was expecting him as her third guard.
The few minutes that follow are filled with rather unprofessional squabbling between Flowey and Firepaw until Emporio gets them to work together. Flowey- while not apologizing to Firepaw for how he acted on Firepaw's bithday- does put on a smile and promise to 'play nice'.
For the little it's worth, he sticks to his word. Firepaw explains to Emporio- quietly, while Flowey tries to keep Tinkaton out of it- what happened, though he leaves out Flowey claiming to be a mass murderer. Flowey notices.
The fog has begun to recede, but Flowey thinks the woods are just as wretched as ever. The sun only manages to shine a few beams through the thick canopy-- it makes him feel like he's back underground. He never thought that odd claustrophobia would ever be comforting.
Just as time begins to slip through their fingers- it's been an hour and they've walked for what feels like a day- Tinkaton solidifies her theory: the paths can't shift when they're being observed. Flowey curses himself for not thinking of that sooner. Soon, they come across some sort of landmark and Tinkaton studies it while Flowey rests.
He's so tired. The benefit of a reset was that it brought him back exactly as he was-- no scars, no aches, no exhaustion. He can't do that now, and he won't let himself lie down in the hospital. He won't end up comatose. Every time he begins to drift off in his dorm, even, he fears he'll never wake up. He doesn't want to wind up like them.
Flowey almost takes the opportunity to talk to Firepaw privately. Almost. He'll probably just mess everything up again even if Firepaw is dumb enough to forgive him. It doesn't matter-- he's waited so long that Tinkaton is ready to go back to town.
Unfortunately, the paths have shifted again, and even Tinkaton's strategy proves ineffective, as if the woods are adapting to them. Fortunately, a helper appears: a Buizel who offers to guide them home.
Yeah, right. Flowey immediately thinks it's too good to be true (what idiot helps someone without expecting a reward? Even he's only doing this to move up in the guild rankings), but the others seem to accept their help, and so he guesses that's what they're doing.
Flowey keeps his grumbling mostly to himself-- at least, until he notices that the Buizel is getting them even more lost. Finally, his patience has worn thin.]
Anyone else notice this moron is just as lost as we are? We passed that tree with the notch twice already. We're going in circles.
[This proves true, despite his brash way of saying it-- the others may notice their own scents or pawprints on the trail. The forest has begun to cover them, but they're still fresh.]
Quest: Learning Aides
The few minutes that follow are filled with rather unprofessional squabbling between Flowey and Firepaw until Emporio gets them to work together. Flowey- while not apologizing to Firepaw for how he acted on Firepaw's bithday- does put on a smile and promise to 'play nice'.
For the little it's worth, he sticks to his word. Firepaw explains to Emporio- quietly, while Flowey tries to keep Tinkaton out of it- what happened, though he leaves out Flowey claiming to be a mass murderer. Flowey notices.
The fog has begun to recede, but Flowey thinks the woods are just as wretched as ever. The sun only manages to shine a few beams through the thick canopy-- it makes him feel like he's back underground. He never thought that odd claustrophobia would ever be comforting.
Just as time begins to slip through their fingers- it's been an hour and they've walked for what feels like a day- Tinkaton solidifies her theory: the paths can't shift when they're being observed. Flowey curses himself for not thinking of that sooner. Soon, they come across some sort of landmark and Tinkaton studies it while Flowey rests.
He's so tired. The benefit of a reset was that it brought him back exactly as he was-- no scars, no aches, no exhaustion. He can't do that now, and he won't let himself lie down in the hospital. He won't end up comatose. Every time he begins to drift off in his dorm, even, he fears he'll never wake up. He doesn't want to wind up like them.
Flowey almost takes the opportunity to talk to Firepaw privately. Almost. He'll probably just mess everything up again even if Firepaw is dumb enough to forgive him. It doesn't matter-- he's waited so long that Tinkaton is ready to go back to town.
Unfortunately, the paths have shifted again, and even Tinkaton's strategy proves ineffective, as if the woods are adapting to them. Fortunately, a helper appears: a Buizel who offers to guide them home.
Yeah, right. Flowey immediately thinks it's too good to be true (what idiot helps someone without expecting a reward? Even he's only doing this to move up in the guild rankings), but the others seem to accept their help, and so he guesses that's what they're doing.
Flowey keeps his grumbling mostly to himself-- at least, until he notices that the Buizel is getting them even more lost. Finally, his patience has worn thin.]
Anyone else notice this moron is just as lost as we are? We passed that tree with the notch twice already. We're going in circles.
[This proves true, despite his brash way of saying it-- the others may notice their own scents or pawprints on the trail. The forest has begun to cover them, but they're still fresh.]