[He is just so not in the mood for Hot Boy Cynthia to wheedle at him after he got hit by a Shadow Ball and his Pokemon is injured, and neither does he want to hand over any of the items he's collected, not even his damn dance card! Maybe especially not his dance card! It's been a long day, Volo! And your descendant is a meddler!
So instead Saturn draws himself up, pulling on his willpower to straighten and act a little less pained than he feels, and walks over to the tent. He drops his voice and activates the Red Chain—which will not do anything to a human, but it will make his eyes glow bright yellow and his voice shift. And he makes a point of sweeping his tails back and forth widely behind him. Yeah, you recognize these, Hisui-man?!]
Oh, he does recognize those, and his interest has ratcheted up tenfold. It's probably for the best that this is just the representation of Volo in Ingo's mind, and not the real Volo.
"I'd heal your whole team completely, if you just gave me a little hint as to why a lake guardian is taking up residence in a mere mortal. I'm just that curious!"
Ha. I won't act like it doesn't have its benefits. . . . Thank you. I apologize for being short, but that move was quite painful.
[So yeah, he's thrilled to be able to heal himself and his Pokemon before moving on. He was going to use Rest if he had to, but that only works on himself, and it'll eat up time, too.]
He is mostly respectful as he applies the topical medicine. But juuuust enough not respectful to perhaps make you slightly uncomfortable.
"Things get more dangerous the higher up you get. Who knows what challenges are awaiting you in the ruins of the great Temple of Sinnoh... That's why I want to make sure you're being careful!"
[This guy. Is Saturn being hit on here or is this a power play or. He's not sure, but he decides to assume it's a power play, and he swipes off a stray little bit of the medicine off his shoulder and wipes it on Volo's cheek, extremely casually. He doesn't miss a beat in the conversation.]
Have you been yourself? When you say, who knows—do you, perhaps, know?
"Of course I've been up here before. An aficionado of ancient culture and legends wouldn't miss it! But something in the air up here feels a little different lately, these past few weeks. That's all I know for sure. If it's related to those objects you've been collecting—it's a thrilling prospect indeed!"
He wipes the medicine off of his own cheek without any comment, also not missing a beat.
"The inscriptions on them imply that they've been around since the very creation of this region—perhaps the creation of this entire world. I'm not sure any of us mere mortals can verify that claim without a doubt. But they have a mysterious power to them... Noble or legendary Pokemon will carry them and pass them on to worthy recipients. Including that lake trio you're so familiar with!"
At the peak of Mount Coronet, you appear at the ruins of a once-grand temple. Now having been recently destroyed, the broken pillars jut like spears into the sky. Rubble strewn across the ground resembles broken fragments of statues of Pokemon. But there is one single statue that has been miraculously spared—or is it rebuilt? It is an elegant stone statue of a Sneasler. (It matches the one on the Progressive Line platform.)
Instinctively, you realize... if you play an Azure Flute in this place, then your journey will enter the final stage. There will be no turning back after that.
[He's almost there . . . it's time. There's nothing Saturn wants more than to do what needs to be done for Ingo's sake. He takes the flute out . . .
Shit he doesn't know how to play a flute. Irida had played that song for him, right? She'd told him to heed the tune. He must need to do that now, but how . . . do you play a flute . . .
This is going to take a lot of trial and error, but, he'll manage something kinda close eventually.]
It's fine. Even though you psych yourself out about it, in the end, after your trial and error, it ends up sounding more beautiful than you would have been able to play on your own. Some other force helped complete the tune for you.
A shining, translucent staircase appears, that leads up into the sky.
Sharpedo nods and follows you up the long staircase!
You rise above the clouds towards the stars, as if walking on an aurora. The platform you eventually reach has strange shapes drawn across it, their meaning unknown to you.
The divine Pokemon, Arceus, is standing at the other end of this platform.
Saturn approaches, his footsteps slowing with awe. Even if this is Ingo's Palace Arceus, the effect is no less powerful. He doesn't balk, but he approaches with careful, respectful steps across the platform.]
Arceus speaks, seemingly understanding what you are thinking.
"Thou standest in the presence of the Original One. Though I am but a fragment, I am no imaginary figment. A piece that remains within a Sneasler, who remains within a human. The same way the stalwart guardian of willpower remains within thee. I have seen the determination with which thou hast progressed. Speak the goal thou intendest to achieve."
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So instead Saturn draws himself up, pulling on his willpower to straighten and act a little less pained than he feels, and walks over to the tent. He drops his voice and activates the Red Chain—which will not do anything to a human, but it will make his eyes glow bright yellow and his voice shift. And he makes a point of sweeping his tails back and forth widely behind him. Yeah, you recognize these, Hisui-man?!]
Would you?
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Oh, he does recognize those, and his interest has ratcheted up tenfold. It's probably for the best that this is just the representation of Volo in Ingo's mind, and not the real Volo.
"I'd heal your whole team completely, if you just gave me a little hint as to why a lake guardian is taking up residence in a mere mortal. I'm just that curious!"
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. . . It was someone else's doing. Part of a grand experiment. We're working to undo it. In the meantime, we get along well enough.
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He reluctantly honors his promise, opening some potion jars.
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[So yeah, he's thrilled to be able to heal himself and his Pokemon before moving on. He was going to use Rest if he had to, but that only works on himself, and it'll eat up time, too.]
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"Things get more dangerous the higher up you get. Who knows what challenges are awaiting you in the ruins of the great Temple of Sinnoh... That's why I want to make sure you're being careful!"
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Have you been yourself? When you say, who knows—do you, perhaps, know?
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He wipes the medicine off of his own cheek without any comment, also not missing a beat.
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Which objects are those?
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[He smiles broadly, thinking a little about the fact that he won one of these by guessing whose nipple Ingo pierced.]
I'll have to make sure I live up to that expectation.
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[But he doesn't apologize, because he's not really sorry. Instead he nods and offers a hand.]
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Instinctively, you realize... if you play an Azure Flute in this place, then your journey will enter the final stage. There will be no turning back after that.
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Shit he doesn't know how to play a flute. Irida had played that song for him, right? She'd told him to heed the tune. He must need to do that now, but how . . . do you play a flute . . .
This is going to take a lot of trial and error, but, he'll manage something kinda close eventually.]
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A shining, translucent staircase appears, that leads up into the sky.
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Saturn calls out Sharpedo to make the climb up the staircase. This is meant to be their adventure together!]
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You rise above the clouds towards the stars, as if walking on an aurora. The platform you eventually reach has strange shapes drawn across it, their meaning unknown to you.
The divine Pokemon, Arceus, is standing at the other end of this platform.
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Saturn approaches, his footsteps slowing with awe. Even if this is Ingo's Palace Arceus, the effect is no less powerful. He doesn't balk, but he approaches with careful, respectful steps across the platform.]
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"Thou standest in the presence of the Original One. Though I am but a fragment, I am no imaginary figment. A piece that remains within a Sneasler, who remains within a human. The same way the stalwart guardian of willpower remains within thee. I have seen the determination with which thou hast progressed. Speak the goal thou intendest to achieve."
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. . . I've come to help Ingo regain his lost memories. Whatever it takes, that's what I'm here to achieve.
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