Quoted By:
>Orner, Skitty, Espurr
When you happen into her, she's using her claw to uproot and flip a trunk as if it were a coffee table. She rolls it into an Accelgor further in the distance so as to not hear its crash. When she finally sees the three of you, her shuffle-lunge doesn't stop until she's a mere foot away, Psycho Cut glowing in an overhead arc pointed at you. Starlaid pauses in place, quivering arm taking out a small sheet to write in.
'<span class="mu-i">How fortune blesses a deserving heroine or four. A reunion of beautiful and competent minds would naturally be at this westbound stream. Even Lovely Starlaid Genius needs assistance moving such a larginbkbsdghhff-</span>' The Hatterene lets out a quiet, throaty hiss before skewering the note to the ground. Another letter comes out, starting from scratch. '<span class="mu-i">NOTJUSTLOUD.TOOMANYPOKEMONTOOMANYFEELINGS</span>'
She's a little beat up, but far better looking than the healing Virizion or mid-pinch Wayfarers. Given the trail of destruction, she's been at it since before the Grimmsnarl even made it to the complex. Some of her inconstant appearance may just be her disturbed powder rather than injury from Acids or Iron Heads, actually. There's a blinding touch of joy you empaths can feel once she recognizes you three (You three specifically, actually), but the feeling just as quickly elicits a mute groan from her at the same time.
>Matchia, Brook, Cubone
Splotches of acid pepper the text now, the few unmoving ones of the characters skittering about on the page arranging themselves as so...
At first you were sure these things were printed on plain old paper, but the acid would have dissolved through it or done...anything, by now. It flows off to the ground like any other soap or condiment...a faint green tint colors the non-parchment.
After ensuring the coast is clear one more time, Lotad hails her others with a wave and a Teeter Dance. The one with Cubone picks up her pace when she sees, suddenly cheering up.
"Goodness! 1'6" <span class="mu-i">and</span> knows how to read! Ohoho, on Air Continent? You must be cultivated! Your graces need work, but how does a reward sound? I'm sure that Guild League will undersell the value of of who you've served today. I'd have more for you without that verbal barb, but does 6,250P sound quite right? Ooh, I should be sure my sisters pay it forward as well, hmhmm!"
The Lotad by Evan shivers.
