[It feels oddly nostalgic to get back to exploring like this. Truly, it's a freeing sort of experience, though Guzma would never admit it aloud. There's danger, there always is in this world, in some way, but just being able to get out and really see more than just the other side of the island reminds him a little of...when he was younger, perhaps a bit more doe-eyed, and took the first steps of his journey together with his partner Pokemon. It was freeing then, too...at first.
Stretching a bit after the initial arrival, Guzma rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck with a sigh, releasing both his Pokemon - Scizor, and of course...Golisopod. He's not taking any chances, though after a bit of exploring around the alter of the mana pool, it seems...quiet. Eerily so, almost like the island was left this way for eons. Was it abandonned? No, it doesn't feel that way, just...quiet. Lifeless, yet not entirely. It feels almost like the temples of the Tapu, if he had to make a comparison - alive, but terribly quiet. Powerful, but stoic just the same. He lingers, just a moment, before the sensation of being watched is too strong, and he whistles to the two insects to follow after.]
C'mon, we're going further... Tch, place gives me the dang creeps. ---
ii. Reflections
[It's startling, finding a copy of yourself in any situation. More startling when you're not exactly a fan of yourself to begin with. But, seeing a faded version of himself, pale, gaunt, looking like he'd suffocated, with pieces of his body falling away or scattering like dust as it slowly disintegrates or became atomized...well. That's a little more than Guzma was expecting. He holds his breath with the body double walks toward him. Slowly, extremely slowly, a placid sort of smile on it face. He's ready to fight, fingers tightening into fists at his sides as both Pokemon seem...uncertain. They're not sure what to do - fight? But they can't...it's their trainer. It looks like him, smells like him, feels like him.
But there's no need for that. The shade raises an arm, chuckles softly to all three of them - man and Pokemon alike - and simply wanders past. No conversation, no greeting, just a wave of acknowledgment and a calm smile...before it goes. Scizor is the one to take a step forward, not yet used to this world's magics and its tricks, and Guzma snaps at him harshly, a snarl ripping through his grit teeth, despite his previous, forced calm.]
Don't. [He closes his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, deeply...shoulders still shaking.] Don't...follow it.
[Another long, drawn out breath, as he approaches Golisopod, and holds one of those long, crooked parts of his steely carapace. Golisopod lowers itself, and Guzma hops onto his back, rubbing his face as Golisopod raises up. Sometimes you just gotta piggyback your trainer, it's fine.]
Fuckin' tired of chasing some damn ghosts around... [Hopefully no one was around to hear him drop that f-bomb, he doesn't enjoy doing it much, but he truly is tired.]
Guzma | OTA
[It feels oddly nostalgic to get back to exploring like this. Truly, it's a freeing sort of experience, though Guzma would never admit it aloud. There's danger, there always is in this world, in some way, but just being able to get out and really see more than just the other side of the island reminds him a little of...when he was younger, perhaps a bit more doe-eyed, and took the first steps of his journey together with his partner Pokemon. It was freeing then, too...at first.
Stretching a bit after the initial arrival, Guzma rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck with a sigh, releasing both his Pokemon - Scizor, and of course...Golisopod. He's not taking any chances, though after a bit of exploring around the alter of the mana pool, it seems...quiet. Eerily so, almost like the island was left this way for eons. Was it abandonned? No, it doesn't feel that way, just...quiet. Lifeless, yet not entirely. It feels almost like the temples of the Tapu, if he had to make a comparison - alive, but terribly quiet. Powerful, but stoic just the same. He lingers, just a moment, before the sensation of being watched is too strong, and he whistles to the two insects to follow after.]
C'mon, we're going further... Tch, place gives me the dang creeps.
---
ii. Reflections
[It's startling, finding a copy of yourself in any situation. More startling when you're not exactly a fan of yourself to begin with. But, seeing a faded version of himself, pale, gaunt, looking like he'd suffocated, with pieces of his body falling away or scattering like dust as it slowly disintegrates or became atomized...well. That's a little more than Guzma was expecting. He holds his breath with the body double walks toward him. Slowly, extremely slowly, a placid sort of smile on it face. He's ready to fight, fingers tightening into fists at his sides as both Pokemon seem...uncertain. They're not sure what to do - fight? But they can't...it's their trainer. It looks like him, smells like him, feels like him.
But there's no need for that. The shade raises an arm, chuckles softly to all three of them - man and Pokemon alike - and simply wanders past. No conversation, no greeting, just a wave of acknowledgment and a calm smile...before it goes. Scizor is the one to take a step forward, not yet used to this world's magics and its tricks, and Guzma snaps at him harshly, a snarl ripping through his grit teeth, despite his previous, forced calm.]
Don't. [He closes his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, deeply...shoulders still shaking.] Don't...follow it.
[Another long, drawn out breath, as he approaches Golisopod, and holds one of those long, crooked parts of his steely carapace. Golisopod lowers itself, and Guzma hops onto his back, rubbing his face as Golisopod raises up. Sometimes you just gotta piggyback your trainer, it's fine.]
Fuckin' tired of chasing some damn ghosts around... [Hopefully no one was around to hear him drop that f-bomb, he doesn't enjoy doing it much, but he truly is tired.]