IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO be that long of an expedition. Lyra had stepped foot into Mt. Coronet with only an hour and a half alloted to sating her curiosity--- had habitually set a reminder on her Pokegear, had checked the time to make sure her appointment with Ethan is was still far away enough that she could spare just a bit to go in. Lulu had even agreed to try and keep track of time with her, to aid in her foolproof plan to keep herself from getting too drawn into the cavernous system because Arceus knows Lyra has a hard time knowing when enough is enough, recognizing when her zeroing in on a target gets a bit too excessive. Lulu knows, too, which makes her a great choice for Lyra’s designated explorer Pokemon. The light at the end of her tail is just a bonus, really.
It would be a simple stroll through the place, only around the entrance to see if anything interesting is about. Lyra’s willing to bet there is--- she’s heard so many things about Sinnoh and it’s plentiful lore and myth. Not a surprise, really; it’s kind of expected if anything, given Palkia and Lugia’s history is deep rooted in Sinnohan history, research, deep, deep caves filled with stories written down the rocky walls that Lyra has wished for the longest time she could see. Mistral having landed in a town so close to Mt. Coronet felt like a sign, even if the stores nearby had no maps in stock (which is... odd, really; a town near the entrance to Mt. Coronet has any? Doesn’t seem like the safest or best way to go about it.)
The Zubat inhabitants seem to think differently, though.
Not too long after they’d gone through the yawning entrance, right when Lulu had turned on the lights, a shriek almost made Lyra reply in turn. Similar noises followed, a caterwaul washing around the two like someone had used Uproar, the frenzied flapping of wings making Lyra think that those are most proabbly not ordinary rocks in the darkness. A horde of Zubats were quick to move in on them, and Lulu was just as quick to aim a series of Thunderbolts in reflexive defense. Though the Zubats weren’t an issue from there, taking the hint and stumbling (can they stumble as they fly?) away from the Ampharos and her trainer, but while they were gathering their bearing, the tell-tale crumbling od rocks over their heads send Lyra into immediate flight mode, seeing static and hearing static as she calls back her companion into her Pokeball and dashes for the safest area, away from the cave in and fromt he all too familiar roof falling, falling and falling.
Cave ins happen in her field of work, sure, but Lyra still isn’t fond of them. She can still hear the ancient bones of the Burned Tower cracking all around her.
The shaking of the Pokeball clutched tightly against her chest shakes her out of a stupor, fingers running over the silhouettes of the sticker she’d stuck on it. Stars, suns, lightning, the dried glue where a ‘U’ had been after the still remaing ‘L’--- Lu, Lulu, Lulu, right. Thats who she’s holding. Opening her hand, back pressed to a gritty wall, she watches as the light from the object shapes itself into her Ampharos, who gives a cry half of indignance and half of worry. ‘I could’ve handled that, I have two feet too, y’know? No pebbles got you, right?’ ´
Lyra can’t understand verbatim, but she gets enough to be calmed by her friend’s care. Lulu gives Lyra her arm, to which the girl grabs unto, pulling herself to her feet. A deep breath, and they’re off. Aimlessly. Lyra can only hope she can find an exit by accident, or some clue along the path that points at a way through which hikers would usually go. If only they’d left footprints for her to step in.
"Alola there, moderators! I am, how you say, hip with the kids." -skateboards in, trips on a rock- (there's still some customization stuff to be hammered out but before i forget and miss the deadline! here's looker!)
Hip with the kids? Sure, yes, you seem hip enough... I guess we can let you into our secret gang. All you gotta do now is head over to the Masterlist and give everyone a follow-- then you’ll be the hippest guy in town!
