[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

(I like the image of a monocle'd Minyan flying through a semi-hailstorm.)


As that Minyan is finally reunited with their presumably owner, the first things said person does is gently smacking the catbat on the back of their head before seamlessly continuing to scratch them behind the batlike ears. "You came back at last, that's good. Roxie would have bitten my head off with sinister glee and thrown it into the crowd if she'd be to find out that I have lost you. Ugh..." Minyan shrugs in response, shows a smug expression as if he never doubted in himself fulfilling his given task and proceeds to purr in a low tone.

The voice which formed these words was soft and melodic, and it belonged to a young man who, from the look of it, was in his mid- or late-twenties. He appeared pretty calm and indifferent despite this miserable situation, which may or may not clash with his flashy clothing style: It's completely held in black/dark grey, but is 'decorated' with vibrant and colorful accents wherever there's room, the long sleeves are rainbow-colored. It inevitably reminds on glowsticks often seen on raves.

In his lap and tightly cuddled up to him sits a not pink but blue feline Pokemon whose trademark-ribbons are slung around their beloved caretaker's arms. Sylveon unwraps one of them to give Karen and Kogeki a waving gesture, leaving some sparkles and fairy dust in the air. She does not look up or move an inch away from her position. Perched on this guy's head and comfortably nestled in between those strands of dirty-blond hair that aren't tied to a loose and long poytail, is a smol parrot-like Pokemon: Unmistakably a Chatot, they greet who came into this cave by raising one wing like this Pidove. Their metronome-like tail does not stop to wag in a highly accurate and precise interval even when sending down an occassional heatwave to their owner.

"Sooooooooo....." this weird guy adresses Karen and Kogeki eventually and looks up from his rimless glasses to face them, "You two have the hint of an idea how to GET THE HECK AWAY from here, maybe? It's damn cold, there's nothing of interest here unless you have a liking for wet caves and strange murals - *he points to one covering the back wall* - and I've been here for....eh.... Mercury, for how long?" Chatot responds with a jolly "For exactly 5 hours and 37 minutes, ping! It'll be 38 minutes on my next chirp." "┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ There you have it. Get somewhere where it's warmer first, then ask questions?"

He already begins to gather his stuff together. "Oh, and I'm just as innocent what I'm doing here like you probably are, noble ninja and gentle heterochromia-girl. Rooms usually DON'T connect to caves and I neither was on drugs nor lacking sleep." He's emphasizing these facts more than necessary.