Ah that was nice. It's good to have them on the road again, the city was beginning to feel quite a bit stuffy.
And Briney is quite the joy to be around it seems.
"Meh," May grunted, waving off Astra's concern. "It's just stomach aches and a bit of hurling—unless you're an idiot and straight up eat the raw leaves. Roselia's fine if you do it right, and we're not even having that kind anyway."
Astra wasn't sure about 'fine', but, after a moment of hesitance, let it go. Maybe it was a Human thing.
Clearly they incorporate the poison to use it for their own defenses!
Astras understanding of the strange mobile trees that cover the world is ever increasing!
Oh, nice!" Astra drank the rest of her tea, humming happily. She paused. "Wait, so does that mean I win 'your soggy ass'?"
No Astra! Don't feed the shippers!
If she tried, she could almost see the spires as the gargantuan teeth of an unfathomably enormous maw.
Darkness crept in as they traveled, icy condensation beading on the windows. A damp chill snuck its way into the cabin despite the heater and Astra shivered, watching her own breath come out as a faint mist. Quiet fell over the cabin, broken only by the creak of the boat and the faint hum of the engine. Briney stood at the wheel, occasionally turning the wheel minutely while the rest of them huddled near the radiator.
The eye of winter does
not fuck around. I like how everything that happens matches the in game journey, I never realized how well the ships actions fit the enviroment. Of course giant stone pillars would be a sailing hazard, and of course that one ice cold island with fog around it would be terrifiying to sail through instead of watching from a birds perspective for 4 seconds.
lot of effort to get ice for food preservation."
"It's a prison."
"What?" May asked, turning to Astra.
Aaaaah good old Astra, can't go 5 seconds without mysteriously ominousing or ominously mysterising
At this rate, May and Brendan won't think she's a run away cultist, they will think she is the worlds most cute unsealed ancient evil in a can!
Has deep insight into the ancient world, is flabbergasted by modern tech but seems extremely well adapted for roughly young stone age living, has mysterious competences and seems to need to be reminded how to human (including sometimes growing a bit over less than a week) and showed up with nothing but black robes and a strange blade.
It was in the air. In the water. In the fog.
It was in the wind.
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu—
But what was it!?
It was everywhere, but it was so thin. So weak, but it was still there.
It felt like...it sounded like...
Oh no sounds like whoevers trapped there us calling for help. And has been calling for help.
For millenia.
"...it sounded like screaming."
"Ah, that," Mr. Briney said, distantly. "I wasn't expecting...the howl affects some a bit worse,
I'd wager the latent and active psycics. Millenia of unheeded wailing must take on an
interesting and intense psychic note.
Demanded it. Pleaded for it, for ever and ever and—
Rescuemission when?
"...hm hm-hm-hm; hm, hm-hm hm..."
Is this surf? It matches surf.
May protagonist power activate!
The venom in the glare he received could have burned a hole in the hull.
That's what she needs the rosalia poison for!
Far away from Hoenn's tide, naught but sea to be our guide;
Our end has come, but don't be glum, our memories remain;
"Our dream was lost along the way, but eternal ou'r stories stay;
Fair winds blow, but 'ware your foe, a warning I convey!
Astra looked up at Mr. Briney. Was he going to finish the song by himself? Heh, of course; who better to send off a song about the ocean than a sailor? Her grin grew as she heard Peeko join in, his cry following Astra's violin as they all rushed toward the finale.
Should the Ogre of the sea, come to bring calamity;
Raise a glass, and say 'alas!', the drinks your fate to be!"
But shed no tears, allay your fear, your homes upon the waves;
Darkest depths or fairest shore, I'll gladly put my grave!"
Poor Briney sounds like he has quite some sad stories to tell. That didn't sound generic at all.
May raised an eyebrow, half-smiling, then rolled her eyes. "Well, next time make sure to warn me, prick," she muttered, emanating some mixture of fondness and exasperation as she sat back down.
Brendan sighed in relief—then furrowed his brow as he mouthed 'Next time?' to himself.
Something something stop baiting the shippers.
Alas, May the most adorable friendship tsundere.
Astra had even been able to finally drop her height illusion after 'catching up', which was good because she'd spotted May giving her a few peculiar looks tinged with bewildered curiosity and self-doubt the last few mornings, and even Brendan had given her a glance or two on the day she finished. Astra felt bad about making them doubt their memory so much, but she hadn't had much choice. At least they didn't stare at her neck when they talked to her anymore.
Astra no one buys your nonsense your friends are just far to nice to call you out.
Brendan dropped off the dock, and Astra had just enough time to see May's victorious grin turn to horror as she realized Brendan had grabbed her wrist. Astra heard a brief shriek, which was cut off abruptly by a loud sploosh. She snorted, shaking her head.
Those two fools are lucky the weathers kind and the waters calm and shallow. That kinda nonsense can get you frostbitten or killed.
"Aye aye!" Brendan said, saluting. Astra blinked at him, amused. He sure was enthusiastic, wasn't he?
Brendans hero worship is adorable!
He's famous for being the first one on the scene when Sea Mauville self-destructed
Now that sounds interesting. Wonder what happened there.
Don't rightly know myself," he finally grumbled, turning back towards the wheel, "but there's been a few tales about it. Supposedly it was the work of some foolish man in ancient times when people were going around conquering bits of land left and right, though it's anyone's guess whether he was trying to keep outsiders out or stop people from leavin'. Didn't give any thought on how it'd affect us small fry; why, half the people I've hauled to safety were regular folk who bumped up against a crag too hard and sunk their craft. Fools they be for not paying enough attention, but more fools the idiot who made Hoenn's seas a madhouse of gabbro reefs."
If it worked, he can hardly be called a fool. A thousand years of rougher sea is easily worth protection from even a single invasion.
Humanity really does create it's own hell in the end.
who's gonna go around and blow up a thousand rock pillars just to make my life a bit easier?
Except in modern day poke world, where people can say stuff like that without bursting into laughter.
Blowing up mayor parts of the landscape and detroying natural habitats for a comparitively minor convenience? It would be harder to find a corporation that
won't.
I'd kill for a heavy rose."
Mr. Briney laughed. "Oh, a connoisseur, are we? Sad to say, but my vessel does not double as a tea shop. Is plain acceptable?"
May lowered the towel and squinted. "Is it red or blue?" He blinked, then looked in the cupboard again.
"Green."
May groaned again. "A Sitrus berry, at least?
Oh my, May the tea snob.
Sure," Astra agreed. "We have some pine trees around, and there are some who like to pick off the needles and boil them. I had some once when I had a bad cough; it was super bitter, but I got a lot better right after."
"So you do know what tea is." May concluded, faintly stunned. Astra frowned at her.
Interesting bit of Astras towns way of life.
You didn't even know it's called tea!"
Says the fool who doesn't even know what steam needle is
It's fascinating, really," he started, visibly fighting to keep a smile off his face. "First they gather nectar from a bunch of flowers into a sort of second stomach, then they go back to the hive—they live in compact, communal structures hanging off tree branches—find a couple other Combee, and then they turn that nectar into honey by taking that nectar and feeding it to each other via a lengthy session of chain-vomiting—"
Good old honey joke. Never gets old, as long as you find new people to try it on!
[wince] Oh gods that's horribly flimsy.
She literally nabbed a prototype. Naturally it's all features no basic QA and common sense.
OH SHIT. This is a development: bleed-over so strong that Astra subconsciously broadcasts it.
Not all that new, she also did something similar back in the museum. But never this quick or clean before…
Ancestor bleed is getting worse.
Wait what? I don't know what this is getting at. Regice doesn't even learn Follow Me or another move that fits this.
You don't need any special moves to scream.