[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

When Nathan more or less avoided answering his questions during the short ride, Ventus knew his suspicions were on to something. 'Nathan is clearly keeping something from me about Vincent's investigations, but why is he doing this? He should well know that I all wanted to do was just help track Vince down and make sure he's fine, but he still avoids all my inquiries. What information is so crucial that he would bar me from it,' Ventus though, growing increasingly irate with the total lack of communication on display in front of him. He's tired of it, and just wants to know more about what the hell is going on around him.

When he saw  Nathan get out of the van and approach the hiker, Ventus decided to discretely follow after him. While he normally wouldn't stalk after his companions, Ventus felt that at this point, he needed to keep tabs on his estranged friends. 'They won't talk to me except when they absolutely have to, hold vital information and refuse to share it, and are beginning to outright ignore my existence. If they continue their refusal to communicate, then I have not choice but to use alternative methods to gather intel,' he thought, tired of being in the Snubull house.


Being sure to keep out of sight but close enough to pick up on what Nathan was saying, Ventus listen in to their conversation. When the young trainer asked about the flowers, he skin crawled as he shuddered at the knowledge. Incensed, he furiously thought, ' Damn it! Even after my stunt, he still is foolish enough to chase after those wretched flowers! Perhaps that was the information he was keeping from me!' Just as he was about rush over to Nathan and confront him, he wrestled his emotions in place and stopped himself.

'No... I promised Shiva I wouldn't react like I did last time. Besides, I would only strain the connection I have with the group even more if I tried to prevent their idiotic actions without evidence backing me up. I'll bide my time until I have more ground to stand on before calling out their recklessness,' Ventus brainstormed, silently sighing in frustration at the position he was trapped in. Fortunately for everyone, the hiker said he didn't see any of those blasted flowers, but that their was something strange going on in the mists. Something about it affecting the Pokémon oddly?

'Either its as he says and its Psychic interference of some sort that making the Pokémon act strange, or some malicious Fairies are causing a riot with the mist. Both events are not very desireable, for obvious reasons,' he thought.