While the other people are mulling over things, Lars has his attention focused mostly on the piece of paper in front of him, looking up to take a quick tally of what places were being chosen so far—
And the barest hint of a scowl crossed his face. His suspicions were… somewhat correct. At least, for now.
Poor
Guillermo Marceliño, if ever.
In the backside of his head, there was a softly snickering voice who wanted to talk, but seeing as how
tense the aura of the entire room was, the deity chose not to interrupt, instead just quietly observing through Mr. Salty himself as he mulled over the piece of paper.
Not everyone had chosen all their locations yet, and he clicked at the pen he was holding before spinning it between his fingers. While some of them made additional contingency plans about trying to reason with the sea people, his morbid curiosity woke up again and sniffed at the air—
tentatively.
Maybe he’d join his cousin if
she decided to go to that space between dimensions, try to talk to her doppelganger (if she had one).
As he tried to consider what other options there were, he hoped that his earlier point of Sootopolis being too dangerous was made—at least, with the current state of the votes it was.
His conversation with
Thomas Benoit about Meteor Falls and the Three-Day War made him reconsider putting that location down as another choice, because
he’d been there, he’d seen things that no ordinary human should ever witness, and knew that it was too risky.
Granite Cave, while somewhat close to Dewford, was a reasonable alternative…
This left him with two other places to pick. As he marked down Granite Cave’s spot on his hand-drawn ‘map’ with a tiny little mark, he was wondering just how
wide of a range they needed—
His mind flashed back to what he could remember seeing of the sea!Hoenn’s world as they fell through the skies before engaging in
mortal kombat a fight with the sea!versions of themselves.
Wasn’t…
wasn’t…Oh, hell.
Oh, fucking
hell.
He was
sure that—
He cringed for a few moments, the flash of panic briefly manifesting on his features as he quickly wrote down another location.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Alas, one of the locations he
wanted to pick wasn’t in the list of choices, so that was out of the equation altogether. As it is, the way the current points were being chosen, it kind of reminded him of what the ‘seascape’ of the other!Hoenn looked like—some of the spots that were being chosen were those that had withstood the watery death of that world—
No wonder they were picking that city.He buried his face in his hands, pressing the flat of his palms to his eyeballs because holy fucking shit, he was hoping that
Sénon Game would forgive him for the next choice he wrote down—
Then again he had a feeling cait alfric might lose her shit. Maybe his other friend would, too.He couldn’t remember if the forest down south was higher than the city, maybe his mind was going…
He then scratched down the last two choices hurriedly, cursing softly in
Italian Alto Marean as he did so.
(He hoped that the choice he made was right, in the end.)
• Lars has war flashbacks to AAPT2, specifically the
map of the entire sea!hoenn
• memory is slightly faulty, wasn’t the Desert
gone underwater over there? Whoops
• is attacked by a bout of indecision, decides to bite the goddamned bullet anyway
• scrawls down his other choices:
Granite Cave, Petalburg Woods, and Fortree City•
this is him going off what he can remember seeing from the time they all did the KH opening cinematic entry of falling through the sky hurtling towards sea!Hoenn’s watery surface, okay?!@tag
"you may accompany them." the commissioner says to both gabriel and elinor.[break][break]
