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The room which Morrighan has found does not have a door, but there's plenty of things that they could use to construct something momentarily. A door, to start with, and then maybe arrange some things so they might resemble a table, something like chairs, even a bed-like structure ... After shifting around some things, Lutgarde does stop, however, pausing pensively for a moment.

"There's ... no dust here." But further than that, they don't really think whether it might be the lack of living beings or a careful caretaker that still cleans this place regularly. "That's nice. Then we shouldn't have to worry about things becoming too ... abandoned, I guess, even if it's fairly remote for a camp, too."

Still, they could feel the tired in their bones, and take the opportunity to sit down on one of the debris filled crates. "Oh, here's also a window ..."

Morrighan Cahill
18 begin building a base camp/settlement of some kind.

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Lutgarde nods in agreement with Morrighan's words, adding thoughtfully, "Or more that time seems to step in the same place ... some kind of broken but still working clock, maybe. Maybe we should see what time the clock tower displays once we leave here."

They step aside to let the other take a look, too, and nod, "Sure!" The window is easily opened, and they quietly call for their Togekiss after Morrighan's Levitated out of the window. They hop onto their trusted partner's back, with their other trust partner hopping onto the Togekiss alongside them. They don't ask for now - simply follow along, keeping an eye out that there aren't any hostile pokémon threatening them ...

Being outside and looking around, they are still captivated by this kingdom's forsaken beauty. Perpetual, eternal, it appears as if these structures will remain forever more. A chilling thought, too, even if some part of them find comfort in it. But it also puts a question into their mind - what might this kingdom protect?

As they follow Morrighan, they'd also need to find a way out, but so far, nothing that resembles an exit is in sight ...

Morrighan Cahill

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Lutgarde hurries as they see the clear signs of a pokémon in distress - rubble, with a shape underneath it. It only registers after Morrighan's arrival and exclamation that this is actually Volcanion, a pokémon of legend that they've heard much about in their childhood.

They ponder. So is this?

But, there's no time to waste as they- Huh? "Did you hear that, too?" they ask Morrighan about the sudden voice, broken as it might have been, in their head. "Did I hallucinate?" It wouldn't be a surprise to them, after this long in the Wilds here ... and they can't leave yet, either. They nod at the other's words, focusing on the task at hand.

"I can help with that, yes. Think Psychic should also be good there to remove the rubble," they say as they call for Noh, their Primarina. "Hi, we gotta need your help ... can you summon some bubbles and their water?" Lutgarde asks him, and Noh nods immediately, getting to work. The air is filled with brilliant visions of sapphire blue water, filling the air with moisture and a gentle cool. "Actually, let me also ... Oreo, use Psychic as well!" they call for their Galarian Rapidash.

Morrighan Cahill

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So it hasn't been their hallucination. A mysterious 'M' has been mentioned in the ruby-tinged thought, and Lutgarde can imagine who this might be ... a princess that she's met in the Wilds before, on their last trip. Little do they know they would encounter her again, and another time. But before they could speak any thoughts on that, their mind is gripped by something to do. They were always better at just muscle-ing through than thinking.

"Let's do it!" They would occasionally guide and give directions, but for the most part, they also physically lift debris and rubble away from Volcanion after rolling up their frilly sleeves. The injuries the Volcanion display make them quiet for a moment, even if it's honestly not as severe as they thought it would be at first. "You done well," they tell it, patting it as they move another rock to the side.

"That's a good idea ... I'll bring up the rear, so go ahead!" They do signal for Oreo to take the lead, too, in case anything funny decides to show up.

And it's then that ... huh. "What's that?" they ask, but Morrighan and the lifeless Volcanion already disappeared further ahead. It's a small glowing crystal, one that they've also seen before ... putting it away, they look around. Is there Magearna-?

Sylv hops ahead a couple of steps, cooing and pulling on his ribbon, telling them to hurry up. "Coming!"

Morrighan Cahill

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It's something to celebrate as Lutgarde sees the Volcanion slowly recovering, even as it's also still ... Lutgarde looks at it with an uncharacteristic sadness, seeing as this one ... might not be able to be saved anymore. And this one- are there really more, they wonder. It does seem like the kingdom is filled with machinations, and maybe there's been ways to replicate, duplicate ... it would explain why there might also be multiple Soul Hearts. Multiple Magearnas ... and their Volcanions?

"I have no clue," they reply to Morrighan's question, pulled out of the string of thoughts that is in and of itself rather uncharacteristic, frowning slightly as they look at the Volcanion and the clock tower. "But I think that looks like we can roll something out here to provide extra shelter ..." they ponder further, pointing at a machinery that surely seems to be connected to a little thing in the wall, possibly to provide further shelter.

"Let's see if I can open it up so we can look inside ..."

Morrighan Cahill

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"That's ..." It seems like a ghost or some kind of spirit has resided in the machinery, being freed as Lutgarde opens the cover - or maybe it's been captured, and now ... there's truly only more mysteries in a kingdom as marvellous as this one. However, the fact that they're in a dimension foreign to them hits once more as a sickening feeling begins to make itself known more than before, one that truly-

"Morri-?" Lutgarde asks, surprised as they see their companion vanish- but gladly, even if the rift is an anomaly born from the current moment, it's a familiar sight still that Morrighan would arrive in Hoenn safely once more.

They take step towards it, too, to get thrown back as well, but- the never changing rhythm of this kingdom's clock suddenly ... changes. It slows dramatically, and with it, Lutgarde feels themself slow down drastically, as if watching themself only in slow motion. It doesn't seem to affect their thoughts, however, as they continue to observe with a calm kind of panic. What's happening? But ... at least they could still move.

Steadily, slowly towards the portal ... ... but then they correct course, and are released into normal tempo again. There's ... with the Volcanion, a broken big ball. They've not recognised it before, but now that the slowness has given them time to actually process, that's ... what Magearna's dress looks like. Is this one of those Magearnas, they wonder? "Do you mind if I take this one with me? I'm sure I'll find someone who can fix them up, and give them this, too." They point at the ball and the soul heart ... but the Volcanion doesn't respond, only moves slightly as if to move to a more comfortable position, and also frees the ball a little bit more.

"Thank you, I'll take good care."

They move to lift the ball and ... heavy. They were prepared, however, given that this is definitely a being made of metal and machinery, and that's bound to be heavy ... but they manage, and slowly (now not because of supernatural forces) move towards the portal and back to Hoenn.

Morrighan Cahill
21 experience the kingdom's song lowering tempo, causing all mechanizations, including soulless pokemon, to slow dramatically.