[Cecil is, very frankly, not having a good time. Those random crystal growths on the surface have been stressing him out for weeks, and now there's even more of them? Between the incident ten (ten? already?) years ago and the dream-that-was-not-a-dream that plagues him still, he has plenty of reasons to worry.
Nevertheless, there is vital work to be done. As he walks towards the depths, he stops near various sparkling formations and takes the time to touch them. With his bare hands, with his clenched fist, with his Pokémon, with a large darkened gem he pulls out of his backpack, with both of his Mega Stones... Anything that could conceivably trigger a reaction. A reaction he very much does not want to trigger.
By the time he runs out of items to test, he turns to prayer, paying no attention to the Pokémon his Clefable, his Ursaluna, his Altaria, his Nidoqueen and one of his Aegislash fend off in the meantime.]
O crystals of this land, I beseech you. Respond to my will and do not awaken from your slumber.
The Depths
[The researchers want them to battle as many of those odd mechanical Pokémon as possible? Fine. Cecil can do that. He even has the perfect tool to do that.
Anyone who stumbles upon him deep within the caverns will find him practically submerged by wild Pokémon. Small ones, big ones, flesh and stone and metal alike. They keep throwing themselves at him, only to be beaten back by his limited team. Their aggressiveness is... almost unnatural, even by this place's standards.
Not that Cecil looks surprised or bothered by this. He's perfectly content to throw healing items at whichever of his Pokémon might need one, along with the occasional order. Perhaps he'd be willing to share his supplies with someone passing by?]
Cecil Harvey | OTA
[Cecil is, very frankly, not having a good time. Those random crystal growths on the surface have been stressing him out for weeks, and now there's even more of them? Between the incident ten (ten? already?) years ago and the dream-that-was-not-a-dream that plagues him still, he has plenty of reasons to worry.
Nevertheless, there is vital work to be done. As he walks towards the depths, he stops near various sparkling formations and takes the time to touch them. With his bare hands, with his clenched fist, with his Pokémon, with a large darkened gem he pulls out of his backpack, with both of his Mega Stones... Anything that could conceivably trigger a reaction. A reaction he very much does not want to trigger.
By the time he runs out of items to test, he turns to prayer, paying no attention to the Pokémon his Clefable, his Ursaluna, his Altaria, his Nidoqueen and one of his Aegislash fend off in the meantime.]
O crystals of this land, I beseech you. Respond to my will and do not awaken from your slumber.
The Depths
[The researchers want them to battle as many of those odd mechanical Pokémon as possible? Fine. Cecil can do that. He even has the perfect tool to do that.
Anyone who stumbles upon him deep within the caverns will find him practically submerged by wild Pokémon. Small ones, big ones, flesh and stone and metal alike. They keep throwing themselves at him, only to be beaten back by his limited team. Their aggressiveness is... almost unnatural, even by this place's standards.
Not that Cecil looks surprised or bothered by this. He's perfectly content to throw healing items at whichever of his Pokémon might need one, along with the occasional order. Perhaps he'd be willing to share his supplies with someone passing by?]