IC Solitarus

[Banana_=P]

His lens expands a bit as his head cocks to the side.

"... Right. We need to make sure all of you get your heads checked when we get you back to that rock church.."

"...How are you with Ghost Types then?"
"..Or er, ghosts. In general. Not that I know if many here know the poké terms..."
Pixie looks up at Gepard.
"I'm just curious what's-"
Pixie grits his teeth as a sudden flash of pain sears through his body, him halting immediately. He tenses up, quickly snapping his head around him as if looking for some unseen foe...before looking at Aurora's necklace, tugging it, and then seeming to realise what happened, sighing a small sigh of relief.
"...Up. With...her."
Pixie trots forward quickly to keep up with Gepard.

 

[Fluxxation]

"...How are you with Ghost Types then?"
"..Or er, ghosts. In general. Not that I know if many here know the poké terms..."
Pixie looks up at Gepard.
"I'm just curious what's-"
Pixie grits his teeth as a sudden flash of pain sears through his body, him halting immediately. He tenses up, quickly snapping his head around him as if looking for some unseen foe...before looking at Aurora's necklace, tugging it, and then seeming to realise what happened, sighing a small sigh of relief.
"...Up. With...her."
Pixie trots forward quickly to keep up with Gepard.

His lens gives a quick shutter, like a confused blink.

"... Why the hell would I know if even you don't?"

They continue on in silence for a moment.

"She has distant eyes. I saw that much. Eyes that have seen things. I saw that gaze.. often.. in my earlier days."

"What tends to come after isn't.. good. Lost many a brother and sister from battle-craze, as our forces called it."

"Do you know of any inciting incidents that could've dialed this up to 11? Has anyone.. died.. recently?"

 

[Banana_=P]

His lens gives a quick shutter, like a confused blink.

"... Why the hell would I know if even you don't?"

They continue on in silence for a moment.

Pixie shrugs.

"She has distant eyes. I saw that much. Eyes that have seen things. I saw that gaze.. often.. in my earlier days."

"What tends to come after isn't.. good. Lost many a brother and sister from battle-craze, as our forces called it."

"Do you know of any inciting incidents that could've dialed this up to 11? Has anyone.. died.. recently?"

"Only person that comes to mind at the moment is Quinn. That guy you sorta accidentally.."
Pixie takes a second to think of how to put it, before deciding he's just not gonna try to butter his words.
"...Squished. But she didn't even seem to like him. You'd think she'd be...happier Quinn's gone..."
Pixie just keeps trotting along, trying to think.

He eventually comes up with something after a few more moments of silence.
"Only thing I can think of is that she somehow lost someone during that whole...pandemonium that went on above."
"But she seems to hate everyone...why would she care about if someone died...?"

 

[Fluxxation]

Pixie shrugs.


"Only person that comes to mind at the moment is Quinn. That guy you sorta accidentally.."
Pixie takes a second to think of how to put it, before deciding he's just not gonna try to butter his words.
"...Squished. But she didn't even seem to like him. You'd think she'd be...happier Quinn's gone..."
Pixie just keeps trotting along, trying to think.

"I truly am sorry about that. I had no better moment to strike... It's not the first time I've accidentally vaporized an ally either, I fear."

He says this with a rather flat tone. It's hard to tell if this comes off as indifference, hardened repetition, or perhaps something else entirely.

He eventually comes up with something after a few more moments of silence.
"Only thing I can think of is that she somehow lost someone during that whole...pandemonium that went on above."
"But she seems to hate everyone...why would she care about if someone died...?"

His bulky fingers drum his metal helmet-chin again.

"Some folk tend to act like they hate the world, but from my experience, they're the ones who often care the most. It's a defense mechanism, like armor. If people are too put off to get involved with you, then they can't get close enough to cause you pain."

"She probably cares about all of you, if I had to guess, something that already sounds tiring enough."

He pivots a bit to look towards the others, Navy, Raylen, and John, looking down at the three injured folk within his grasp.

"That thing did a number on your party. Are you the only ones down here?"

"Did that diviner send you out here all cult-traditional style, what with all the seeking a blessing or whatever-n'-such-ening?"

"I've actually seen parties smaller than this.. though I'm.. not too sure of how they actually fared down here..."

Raylen, though visibly not listening, is just happy for the ambience of someone talking. This Gepard fellow does have a soothing voice...

The group has reached the bottom of the hill, the ground starting to become bedazzled with shinning, ashen sand in little patches up ahead.

 

[Banana_=P]

"I truly am sorry about that. I had no better moment to strike... It's not the first time I've accidentally vaporized an ally either, I fear."

He says this with a rather flat tone. It's hard to tell if this comes off as indifference, hardened repetition, or perhaps something else entirely.

Pixie nods, feeling like he can somewhat relate.

His bulky fingers drum his metal helmet-chin again.

"Some folk tend to act like they hate the world, but from my experience, they're the ones who often care the most. It's a defense mechanism, like armor. If people are too put off to get involved with you, then they can't get close enough to cause you pain."

"She probably cares about all of you, if I had to guess, something that already sounds tiring enough."

Pixie takes a moment to mull over that.

"...Possible."
"She seemed to break awfully fast for someone like her though. I wouldn't have thought..."
Pixie stops talking, reflecting over his words.
"...Then again, these are far from typical circumstances..."

He pivots a bit to look towards the others, Navy, Raylen, and John, looking down at the three injured folk within his grasp.

"That thing did a number on your party. Are you the only ones down here?"

"Did that diviner send you out here all cult-traditional style, what with all the seeking a blessing or whatever-n'-such-ening?"

"I've actually seen parties smaller than this.. though I'm.. not too sure of how they actually fared down here..."

Raylen, though visibly not listening, is just happy for the ambience of someone talking. This Gepard fellow does have a soothing voice...

The group has reached the bottom of the hill, the ground starting to become bedazzled with shinning, ashen sand in little patches up ahead.

Pixie keeps looking at the sand, confused, but decides to just go with it.

Instead he looks at Aurora's necklace again, studying it more intently.

 

[Vella]

He pivots a bit to look towards the others, Navy, Raylen, and John, looking down at the three injured folk within his grasp.

"That thing did a number on your party. Are you the only ones down here?"

"Did that diviner send you out here all cult-traditional style, what with all the seeking a blessing or whatever-n'-such-ening?"

John Sharpfields

The instincts of them looking at Gerald and shaking their head probably confirms they were a human... or at least a trained Pokemon. To outsider, there's probably no difference between him and a tamed or even wild Snivy.
"(No. There's like... more back in the temple.)"
Though to Gerard, it's just going to be snivy noises, they then nod to the next question.
"(I mostly went along because I had nothing better to do. Also because I thought I would be more of party support...)"

 

[Fluxxation]

Pixie nods, feeling like he can somewhat relate.


Pixie takes a moment to mull over that.

"...Possible."
"She seemed to break awfully fast for someone like her though. I wouldn't have thought..."
Pixie stops talking, reflecting over his words.
"...Then again, these are far from typical circumstances..."

He grunts, nodding curtly.

"Wartime makes for a decade of trauma in the span of a day, or so I was told, anyways."

"I'd call this wartime, if you were askin' me. You lot against the world, or something like that, mheheh.'

Pixie keeps looking at the sand, confused, but decides to just go with it.

Instead he looks at Aurora's necklace again, studying it more intently.

John Sharpfields

The instincts of them looking at Gerald and shaking their head probably confirms they were a human... or at least a trained Pokemon. To outsider, there's probably no difference between him and a tamed or even wild Snivy.
"(No. There's like... more back in the temple.)"
Though to Gerard, it's just going to be snivy noises, they then nod to the next question.
"(I mostly went along because I had nothing better to do. Also because I thought I would be more of party support...)"

The behemoth armorclad does glance back around at the sound of John "talking", but as to be expected, it's gibberish to the knight.

"Well... my language module doesn't seem to even recognize what-the-Sol you're spitting! I'll be damned n' decommissioned.."

Raylen just carries on, too dazed to say anything still.

"... Tough crowd."

His tone is a bit saddened now, perhaps for the group, or perhaps just because he can't run his mouth as easily.

They carry on in silence, growing ever closer to the upcoming hill, a dull, burning glow still hanging loosely over it.

 

[Vella]

"Well... my language module doesn't seem to even recognize what-the-Sol you're spitting! I'll be damned n' decommissioned.."

John Sharpfields

Oh... right.
The grass snake silently huffs, continuing their walk in silence. They have duly noted the reality of not being able to talk to the armorclad either. He feels like he's going to need to be dependent on Pixie to speak to others at all.
Of course linguistic barriers happen...

 

[Banana_=P]

He grunts, nodding curtly.

"Wartime makes for a decade of trauma in the span of a day, or so I was told, anyways."

"I'd call this wartime, if you were askin' me. You lot against the world, or something like that, mheheh.'

Pixie nods slowly.
"...I suppose I've never been in a war."

The behemoth armorclad does glance back around at the sound of John "talking", but as to be expected, it's gibberish to the knight.

"Well... my language module doesn't seem to even recognize what-the-Sol you're spitting! I'll be damned n' decommissioned.."

Raylen just carries on, too dazed to say anything still.

"... Tough crowd."

His tone is a bit saddened now, perhaps for the group, or perhaps just because he can't run his mouth as easily.

They carry on in silence, growing ever closer to the upcoming hill, a dull, burning glow still hanging loosely over it.

"...The snivy was speaking the pokétongue. Language only pokémon like myself and the Snivy can speak."
"He was just talking about other people being back at the temple."

 

[Fluxxation]

"...The snivy was speaking the pokétongue. Language only pokémon like myself and the Snivy can speak."
"He was just talking about other people being back at the temple."

The machine's shoulders sag a bit as he lets out something akin to a sigh.

"Of course. The 'temple'."

"... Mind if I let you in on some advice? It'd go further if you shared it with those at this "temple" too."

 

[Banana_=P]

The machine's shoulders sag a bit as he lets out something akin to a sigh.

"Of course. The 'temple'."

"... Mind if I let you in on some advice? It'd go further if you shared it with those at this "temple" too."

"...Wait, shared what?"
"The pokétongue?"
Pixie seems unsure of how to teach his own language to others...

 

[Fluxxation]

"...Wait, shared what?"
"The pokétongue?"
Pixie seems unsure of how to teach his own language to others...

"What? Of course not! I meant that you try to quietly spread the word of what I'm about to tell you..."

The knight glances about, as if prying eyes might still be lingering around the nigh-silent, stony hills.