the crown prince
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twenty-eight
may 20
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Remiel Calcifet
caving in [m]
POSTED ON Jan 13, 2020 8:01:01 GMT
the trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes; and we can't live if we're too afraid to die Remiel wasn't at all surprised that his large, temporary companion was disconcerted by the tight and often narrow passageways of caverns. The confession, however, was quickly marked by the individual stepping forward and taking the lead. Though, whether this was born from an impatience or eagerness to obtain what they wanted and get out, the Galarian native wasn't all too sure. Regardless, he moved aside as Elijah braved the path ahead. Thorgrim, in the meantime, seemed eager to keep up with the man and even walk past him for the lead. Eventually, they reached the cavernous chamber in which the light they had seen previously shone. After assessing the stability of the boulders above with his blue-grey eyes, Remiel turned to look down at the geological curiosity Elijah had pointed out. Just as he had done so, the man in question made a misstep and tumbled down a slope. Remiel was quick to back away. When the chamber went quiet again after a thud and an echoed cry of pain, only the sound of Thorgrim's raspy chuckling could be heard. Remiel carefully kneeled down near the edge of the pit, unclipping a luxury ball from his belt before releasing a uniquely colored (and confused) Phantump. "Are you dead?" He casually asked, loud enough for the echo of his inquiry to travel downward and reach Elijah's ears. Turning towards the Ghost-type he'd summoned, whose glowing orbs of blue provided some degree of illumination, Remiel issued his command. "Ephet, Ingrain. I want a way down." He explained, pointing down into the pit. Eager to be of use, the Phantump nodded and summoned a bed of roots from the ground that steadily began to grow and venture down alongside the hazardous slope.
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