[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

(Group can decide for themselves)

Latios does a loop to show that he is doing great! In fact, some of his wounds that couldn't heal in that damp environment have begun closing before your eyes.

At that, the steely brawler couldn't help but smile and laugh a bit, shaking his head in bemusement at both happy and reslient Latios was. Sure, they were a full fledged Legendary Pokemon, but you'd think being stuck in an undergrowth, underwater cave labyrinth would take more out of them!

"That is also good. Glad I don't have to worry about you."

Then, just as suddenly as it came, his mirth filled levity went, and it was replace with a sobering and grave solemnness as he calmly meet the Eon Dragon's gaze once more.

"....But still have big problem to worry about. HUGE problem. We....Cheshire.....the World has to worry about. Deoxys. Let me explain...."

And Terra proceeds to launch into a concise summary of the current situation: Deoxys, cosmic mad scientist space virus, has returned to Earth and Cheshire to practices it's own brand of SCIENCE! yet again, and it was up to him, his friends (He names them all, and thinks of what they look like, just in case they're reading his mind), the League (Including Hayes and Latias), and whomever they can or already have drafted to defeat it. He also brings up the fact that his friends and allies had also managed to retrieve the Artifacts to wield against it, and that after they get some rest they would be marching out to confront it.

"...And that is all. Latios.....we need your help. Please.....help me and friends. Everyone. Help us take Deoxys down, and save this region. Come and fight with us directly, or join and do battle your own way. Just....help us. Please. After that, I will help you reunite with Latias no matter what, if you wish. That, and whatever else you want. Anything. Promise. So please......can you grant us this boon?"

Right thereafter pleading with the telekinetic dragon, Terra feel silent and awaited their response, no once adverting his gaze from them and his expression plaintive yet somehow resolute. He also didn't blink, for that matter.