>One... Two... And... Poof!>Garcian learned NIGHTMARE!You're really feeling that magic mojo now! Whatever this is. This type of move feels strong but... funny. It's like a dark cloud of foreign knowledge or a sealed data package ready to be used; it's hard to explain. It's definitely different from what you already know. Hmm.
"Garcian, get that—" Dan snatches the TM disc out of your mouth. He rubs at it quickly and sighs as he gets black smudges all over the surface. "That's not how you use a technical machine, dummy."
<Yeah, but it works.>
"You'll scratch the disc if you use it like that. Save it for someone else later on. We can reuse these things, remember?"
<Psshhh, don't worry about it. It's not like you're replacing me any time soon.>
"Ehhh, I'd definitely stick you outside in a cardboard box if I get a new 'mon. 'Free Gardevoir, hardly used.'"
<Asshole.>
"Heh."
>16 — No encounter.The lower layers of the bottom of White Sands stretch on and on and on. There's white light coming from below the long, long metal walkway the four of you are traveling on. You can't see the bottom or where the light is coming from. Above, there's nothing but absolute darkness. You're walking inside the supporting the structures, the bones of the city itself rather than crawling around on its lively skin.
This entire area seems particularly lifeless. Hardly anything can be hear but the sounds of your own footsteps.
You turn to the right. Endless, incoherent landscapes of concrete and empty spaces stretch for miles and miles in every direction. The sheer scale of this place is disorienting. No matter how far you go, it feels like you haven't been making any progress.
"Garcian, come on, you can't keep gawking." Dan's voice takes you out of your megastructure-induced haze. "Keep a move on."
