[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

The elderly man definitely strokes Yurei's feathers, calmly sipping his hot chocolate while the group fires questions at him.

That's adorable, very adorable to watch, and brings Kee dangerously close to the verge of becoming a sentimental mess drenched in bittersweet feelings on top of those happy and jolly ones surrunding home in Konikoni. Good times these were, and being reminded on them so directly and vividly is hard for him to handle, Octavia chirps at him in growing worry and gently wraps a ribbon around his arm; 'It's okay', she seems to tell him, and he begins to pet her behind the blue ears.

'Motley crew' pretty much nails it, he can't help but to laugh about that in a melodic manner. "Right you are. I guess. Eh, names.... Ah... Kee. Like the Berries. Or the other way 'round, depends how ya see it. Please don't ask why." That part is said like he almost begs for Gene not ask in that direction, which is quite the contrary of his usual 'I dare you to ask stupid questions or make dumb comments'. Huh. Blame it to the scenario.

So HE's responsible for that messages in braille! Hah. That's all he's able to figure out though so far. "Oh, Gene, ya said you're.... the caretaker of this place. This likely includes...all the Pokemon that live there, right? How do they take these strange happenings actually? Been told they...avoid the lower floors, but that's it." He hesitates a bit before continuing. "...Do these Snover we encounter'd b'fore stepping through that door belong to you? They indeed do, right? Why were they so...large and loud? Did you make them to be like....'this'? Why??"

"Y'also said 'how to fix the Temple'. That....indicates knowing how it was before, and what's wrong with it. You know, people in Snowpoint, the local Gym leader appearantly in particular, eh.... People, what was her name again? Oh yes, Candice, thanks. Well, they are concerned and worried about things going on down here, about an icy wind that blows in the lower floors especially. But..." He scratches the back of head as he's looking for proper words. "Is that wind you're doing or are you just as lost what's causing it like we are?"