[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

"Kogeki," is all the ninja says when asked about his name.

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Gene coughs and proceeds to clear things up a little as best as he can after the next set of questions.

"As I said, Randolph Schmidt, I am little more than someone who watches this place and ensures it stays in a visitable condition.  I believe I made that quite clear."

"Hmmmm, I believe there's been a slight misunderstanding, though.  The only grounds that I keep are those of this location, the Sinjoh Ruins.  While I am aware of the Snowpoint Temple, I have never actually visited it, and I was merely echoing part of the question that was asked concerning it.  We're a long, long ways away from where it is, after all.  I'm afraid that with regards to the Snowpoint Temple, I am unable to answer your questions beyond what little I know of what it's supposed to be like.  I do not know how you managed to find your way here from there, nor how to fix whatever problems are causing such occurrences."

"That being said, however, I am familiar with the grounds here, as well as those who call them home, and those are what I can give you definite facts and information about.  Those Snover you met do not belong to me, no, and I had no direct hand in increasing their size.  And the wind is most certainly not my doing.  Those Snover are a part of a small tribe of their species lead by two Abomasnow able to create the strongest and loudest blizzards you've ever seen and heard.  Were it not for the tribe all being Soundproof through sheer volume or other means, they would have all gone deaf long ago."

"...lately however, the Abomasnow have been...different.  As you can clearly see, a snowstorm rages outside, seemingly without end.  That is due to the two Abomasnow working in tandem to cause it to persist near indefinitely.  I do not know why they suddenly decided to do so, but some of the Snover seem concerned about it, while others are completely indifferent, and I suspect foul play."

Gene loudly taps the ground with his cane, angrily spouting his continued explanation.

"...and it also does not help that this accursed blizzard is preventing me from reaching the Sinjoh Ruins proper.  I can access the passages that lead to and from this location just fine, but the storm gets fiercer the closer I get to the Mystri Stage.  The Abomasnow are clearly nearby, and purposely preventing me from doing my job for Arceus knows what reason, as well as driving away the wild pokemon that aren't used to living in constant, deafening snowstorms."

He picks his hot chocolate back up and sips on it again, thinking about everything that's been said so far.

"*Tsk* Blast it all to smithereens. Thought you might have some answers to the mad malarky happening everywhere, but no, it would never be so bloody simple, easy, or obvious. Now we're all lost way out here and still without a good clue as to what's going on. Wunderbar, einfach und unspektakulär WUNDERBAR!"
Translation: Wonderful, just plain and unspectacularly WONDERFUL!
That's what Randolph had to say about the metaphorical dead end his questioning had unearthed, uncrossing his arms to both pinch his nose and reach for the rest of his cocoa to sooth his nerves. Why must things be so obtuse and difficult for him and the investigation? Oh yeah, because its a supernatural mystery he and his partners are looking into, and they'd about as impenatrable as a Mega Aggron's hide. Rrrrr.....

Despite his frustration, though, he still listened to the rest if Gene had to say, and it managed to turn his lips even further downwards as he chewed over what they said and didn't.

".....Sounds like you're suffering from the same sort of trouble we are back at Sinnoh in those Abomasnows and their goons, or at least something awfully similar to it. Bah, will this damn inscrutable mystery snow no end to the spanners it jams into works the world over...?"

He grumbles about that for a couple a seconds, before loosing another heavy *Sigh.....* and looking back to the old caretaker, this time less seriously.

"Welp, if I ain't making much progress with me own fine kettle of Finneon, I might as take a crack at clearing away that unruly lot of yours so ya can get back to doing your job, sir. Least I can do for the hospitality ya provided, and maybe solving your problem might end up helping my investigations if what those evergreen goons are involved in it somehow. Worst comes to worst, and I can at least trying catching them when all's said and done."

Ran inclines his head to them respectfully.

"That is, if ya want the help, sir. If ya don't, that's that, I suppose."


Truth be told, the bristly blacksmith didn't really want to get himself involved in the affairs of Gene, least of all because it just wasn't his damn business and they didn't offer it up to him/his partners in the first place in exchange for some proper compensation, and most of all because he/the others had enough on their plate to deal with. However, grumpy old bastard as he was, Randolph couldn't refuse to help the old man in their time of need, even if he didn't really stand to gain from it. Besides, it's as he said: if he can't make headway into his own problems, might as well be productive by helping someone else out with there's.