Fourth Sword | Video

[warriormouse]

[Martin looks all business. He actually has his sword visible in the Warp Band, which is obviously being held by a 'mon as Martin is gathering his pack]

I am going down to Old City to do some investigation--and before any of my nannies ask, yes I have plenty of medical supplies. You're welcome to come with me, if you'd like.

[A pause]

Matthias, if the Commander will let you, I'd like you in particular to come with me.

[[OOC: THIS IS NOT THE CONFRONTATION POST, this is just Martin going down to the Old City for some exploration to see if he can find anything out because this guy has a hero complex the size of Manhattan some times. If you signed up for Old City and want to come explore with him, please just tag the thread below!

Otherwise feel free to nag at him.]

Comments

[video]

[a_gentle_boy]

...I think I'm an intern.

[he's too young to be a nanny OK.]

Be careful, Mr. Martin. I would come see, but... some of the Rangers didn't do too well against the lava.

[video]

[warriormouse]

[Oh Lucas]

Don't overwork yourself, Lucas.

[a_gentle_boy]

You, too.

[A slight pause before -- ]

Um. This is silly, but I just have a bad feeling. It's just... Voices and images probably mean...

[ghosts...]

And you're...

[also ghost-type]

So please be extra careful, OK?

[warriormouse]

[He nods]

I will be. I don't plan on going alone.

[a_gentle_boy]

That's alright, then. As long as you have someone with you.

[A slightly relieved smile.]

Oh - did you ever end up taking that trip to the Flower Grove?

[warriormouse]

I was planning to leave on Saturday. Obviously that didn't quite work out.

[a_gentle_boy]

I see. I was going to ask if you had noticed anything strange when you went...

I'd like to go back myself.

[A pause. ...This is still silly, but.]

I'm a little worried about the flowers.

[warriormouse]

I'm sure they're fine. There's nothing around there that could be a danger to them, right?

[a_gentle_boy]

Well...

There never was before. It sounds like there might be something that's not supposed to be there now, though...

Maybe a... Pokemon god of mushrooms.

[warriormouse]

...mushrooms?

[Oh dear]

I hadn't heard about anything like that.

[a_gentle_boy]

The announcement was saying there were... mushroom rings.

[Whatever that's supposed to mean.]

I think mushrooms usually kill flowers, though, which is why I was a little worried.

[warriormouse]

They're little circles of mushrooms--my grandmother called them Fairy rings. Still, I'm sure the Grove is fine.

[a_gentle_boy]

I'm sure you're right.

[There's probably something else quite powerful in that Grove, too.]

But I'll feel better if I can see it for myself. Teleportation is a Psychic thing, too, so - maybe I'll be able to figure out what's going on. I might go in a few days when things are a little less busy...

'Fairy rings', though...

[That's interesting.]

[warriormouse]

I have no idea why she called them that, but she did. My father used to say it was because Windred hated mushrooms and thought they were annoying, just like some Fairy-types can be.

[a_gentle_boy]

Ahaha... I'm not too sure if that's a very good reason to name something, but I'll let you know if they end up being extra annoying or anything.

Maybe I'll just go in and pluck them out.

[warriormouse]

I wouldn't, not until someone's been out to inspect the area. It might be too dangerous.

[a_gentle_boy]

I'll inspect it.

[Lucas seems quite cheerful about this.]

I'm sure it'll be alright. I do have psychic abilities, so... it shouldn't be too hard to sense if there's anything wrong.

[not that he has any actual telepathy or anything.]

[warriormouse]

Still, don't go alone. You never know what might happen.

[a_gentle_boy]

[the nagger has become the naggee.]

I won't! I'll find someone else who wants to go out and see, don't worry.

[warriormouse]

[Lucas is like ten. Of course he nags]

Good. Be careful, Lucas.

[a_gentle_boy]

[fourteen!!!! he just still looks ten because puberty is hard OK]

You, too. Good luck down there, Mr. Martin.