[ti]location[/ti] PRECIPICE SHRINE

Her hands clap together, gloved fingers interlacing, and although Tuesday does not kneel, her eyes close as she takes a deep breath right by the Precipice. She breaths in the cold Timberlands air. That air that is so humid and so gelid. That air that carries the scent of flowers that are no longer lavenders. The shrine changes, but their connection remains.

So, she offers a prayer: a prayer to a king that she knows to be nothing more than a figurehead.

Tuesday is sick of kingdoms and monarchs, but shrines will always have her respect.

Verai let out a slow sigh. He was being changed, of that he was certain. Was it for the better? He wasplaying a game his daughter recommended, and was meeting people and making friends. Was it for the worse? He had been in more fights and found more blood on his hands than in the last ten years. Was it growth? Was it regression?

As always, the Shrine did not answer.

She should dive. She knows it. The time for it is getting closer and closer. Just one more step, just the soft glide of her flame cloak, just...

Just a fall into the Dream Kingdom.

The time approaches, but is not here yet, so Tuesday claps her hands together and prays. She prays to the false king, to the one that is no more than a figurehead that actually represents them. She prays to one day see the Precipice Shrine as the glorious place she use to see it as. It's full of lies now, no matter how fond of it she still might be. No matter how badly she still wants to protect it.

It will always be Tuesday's place. In her heart, always.

And we were back to the healing-between-rounds-in-a-Duraludon-fight again. She’d really hoped that the recent extra training would mean she didn’t need to do this quite so often, but then, the steel-type had ambushed her when her HP was already low!

Kneeling at the edge of the chasm now, she took a moment to brush her palms gently over the flowers that circled the opening. They truly were very pretty.

He returns to Precipice, and once he gets close enough that the hum of the abyss reaches his ears, he collapses on his back. He hears Combusken sit down beside him, crossing her legs in a meditative pose.

“The things we do for BYTEs,” Kazuki murmurs, throwing his arm over his eyes as he waits for the healing to settle in.

<Should we take a break?> Combusken asks, gazing into the abyss.

“Nah. There’s only a few more days until the event’s over, anyways.” Kazuki stretches, a purely heavenly sensation after spending a good chunk of his time getting crushed by heavy metal dinosaurs. “Take a breather. We go back out after this."

So, he couldn't even just respawn there. No, he had to be sent all the way out here, and do some nonsense at a shrine, and then walk all the way back?

Argent huffed, irritable, and glared down into the base of the pit. Yeah, whatever. Health is an illusion. Only pain is real.

Only the pain of dealing with these developers.

"C'mon," He barked, the charmander on his heels again. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can hunt down Angel."

This whole 'Giant Shrine having been stolen by Zapdos' thing kind of makes fighting Pokémon at the Steppes mean that most players end right here — at the Precipice Shrine — when they lose all their HP. Domino wouldn't mind it much if it weren't for the fact that she has always found the giant pit in the middle of the Timberland to be kind of disconcerting.

"You know, King Articuno, it sounds like the prince is throwing one hell of a tantrum." She smirks when looking into the shrine's depths. "Would be nice if you could chat with him or something."

Nice, but unlikely.

Stretching, Domino checks her HP to make sure it has gone up. It's time to go back to the Steppes.

"Anyway, thanks for the heals."