> hope it's not an eldritch. =/
legendaries are too powerful to be turned into monsters...right? o,o
> It might not be an Eldritch Lugia. Remember how Celebis shrine repelled the eldritch pokemon? The legendaries might be the only normal pokemon left in the world. If Lugia were to become his ally it would greatly boost our chances.
Well, there is a chance that that's the case, but you think it might be more due to Celebi being in the wrong time at the moment, and the shrine itself acting as a conduit for its purifying power. But hey! Hope springs eternal, right?
> We're either walking into a Eldritch Dewgong's lair or far more likely the Eldritch Lugia if the dream says anything. I think we should turn back and take the other path let's face it you barely can survive an evolved Eldritch do you really think you can handle a legendary?
> Make whatever preparations you think are necessary, both physically and mentally, and go on. When you have come this far you might as well continue. The only thing you have to do is try to explain what exactly it is you might end up facing to Vesta and offer to go in alone.
> Just keep going, just keep going, just keep going all day long. Sure the prospect of an Eldritch Lugia is severely frightening, but the probability of it actually coming into play now is slim to none (though now that I said that, the chances are probably higher). There's also the chance that Lugia, and all of the other legendaries, were unaffected by whatever madness caused the eldritch mutation in the Pokemon. Though maybe not.
> Eldritch.....Lugia ?! Keep going we got a mystery to solve!
> Before you challenge a potentially Eldritch legendary, it's probably better to go find your Horribly Dangerous Stabby Thing too, so you can keep fighting it if you run out of Flash Cannon PP/Ammo.
It might not be such a good idea to fight it at all, though.
(Four to one: Othodox will continue.)
Yeah, it might not.
But you're going anyway.
You have a little look around, but no Hideously Dangerous Stabby Thing is in sight. You realise that you probably stood a better chance of finding your stuff back up on the higher levels, and, leaving Vesta to burn on a large pile of seaweed, retrace your steps to do some searching.
Othodox found one Hideously Dangerous Stabby Thing! Othodox put the Hideously Dangerous Stabby Thing in the Pouch.
Othodox found one Weird Shrivelled Thing! Othodox put the Weird Shrivelled Thing in the Pouch.
Othodox found one Loaded Portable Spratchery (Two Shots)! Othodox put the Loaded Portable Spratchery (Two Shots) in the Pouch.
Othodox found some MooMoo Milks! Othodox put the MooMoo Milks in the Pouch.
Othodox found some Rocks! Othodox put the Rocks in the Pouch.
Well, actually, the Rocks might not be the exact same ones you lost. But they're about the same size, so you guess it doesn't matter that much.
You return to find someone throwing rocks at Vesta.
"Get out!" he hisses. His coat is long and tattered, and he has a wild, bristly brown beard that seems to have been struck by lightning and consequently split down the middle; in short, he looks like he's been down here a bit too long. "Get out of here! You'll bring it all down on us!"
Othodox! cries Vesta anxiously. A strange person!
"Hey!" you say, approaching, Handgun at the ready. "Hey, you!"
The man whirls and stares at you with something between panic and relief; it looks like his face is fighting itself.
"You!" he gasps, falling to his knees. "You! Human! At last! Human! Someone!"
He descends into a coughing fit, and you look over his head at Vesta. She twitches in a way that might be construed as a shrug.
"Uh... are you OK?" you ask, unprepared for this.
"Fine!" wheezes the man, climbing to his feet and patting himself wildly on the chest. "Just – eagh hagh hagh – fine! Oh, God!" He coughs violently for a few seconds more, then walks over and claps a hand on your arm. "Another human," he says with feeling. "Oh God! At last..."
He wipes the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly you realise that you know that forehead – that large, balding forehead, with hair at the top and glasses at the bottom. OK, so the beard's new, but you'd expect that after God knows how many years without a razor – and yet...
"Hang on," you say. "That's... no way. That's just too unlikely."
What?
"Yes, what?" asks the man.
"Professor Elm," you say incredulously. "You're Professor Elm."
"Yes," he replies, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. "Do I know you?"
"N-no," you manage. "No, you don't – at least, I don't think so..."
Dear God. Just when you thought you at least had a straightforward confrontation with Mighty Forces coming, another crazy guy pops up out of nowhere. It's doubtless part of the Narrator's grand plan, but given that the Narrator's grand plan seems to be about as sane as Falkner, you're not too inclined to trust it.