Oh there was some hell. There was some shouting-cursing at the pendulum, shouting for that 'snake' he was partnered with, yelling yelling yelling...
Until finally he's half in the ground on his back, covering his eye holes.] I'm a ghost.
I'm a tree and a ghost...
[...Maybe he should keep yelling. He sits up, 'hands' back down to his sides.] Damn it VELES..!
I know this isn't HELL! Because that place doesn't exist!! I think, [he mutters, suddenly crossing his arms in a moment of thought.]
...It probably doesn't...-
[And then suddenly something that looks like a 'comet' flies overhead and down a tunnel. Well.
That's one way to show him where the city is. The ghost floats over, and follows in silence-invisible, unnoticed as a native pokemon farther in the tunnel gets ready to answer the fletchling questioning them.
...Before looking behind him and bolting.
Hatsu's own response is to silently hold his hands in front of himself, mutely asking really-before realizing whose voice he heard.
Nooooo.
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...it can't be...
...He's left squinting at the bird, who's probably going to be turning on him right that second.]
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Oh there was some hell. There was some shouting-cursing at the pendulum, shouting for that 'snake' he was partnered with, yelling yelling yelling...
Until finally he's half in the ground on his back, covering his eye holes.] I'm a ghost.
I'm a tree and a ghost...
[...Maybe he should keep yelling. He sits up, 'hands' back down to his sides.] Damn it VELES..!
I know this isn't HELL! Because that place doesn't exist!! I think, [he mutters, suddenly crossing his arms in a moment of thought.]
...It probably doesn't...-
[And then suddenly something that looks like a 'comet' flies overhead and down a tunnel. Well.
That's one way to show him where the city is. The ghost floats over, and follows in silence-invisible, unnoticed as a native pokemon farther in the tunnel gets ready to answer the fletchling questioning them.
...Before looking behind him and bolting.
Hatsu's own response is to silently hold his hands in front of himself, mutely asking really-before realizing whose voice he heard.
Nooooo.
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...it can't be...
...He's left squinting at the bird, who's probably going to be turning on him right that second.]