[center][h1][b][color=violet]Clarissa Ryte[/color][/b][/h1]

[h3][i]Tunnel Network, Hidden Cavern, Grand Glory City[/i][/h3][/center]

[quote]The Rotom Phone read this out loud, at full volume. Its robotic voice bounced off the cavern walls. They were not built with self-preservation in mind. 

The Steelix was now facing Clarissa, its big red eyes were now honed in on her though it was not attacking her. It was just looking at her, waiting to see what she would do. 
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...One could hear a pin drop in the cavern tunnels with how quiet it became in lieu of the Steelix looking over at Clarissa. The psychic, Scrapper, and Pyrite all went utterly silent, Clarissa's mind debating a number of actions in a breif moment of indecision and situational paralysis. Er, not that it wasn't perhaps an understandable sense of situational paralysis given what was going on. Her mind was attempting to fathom just what was looking back at her, directly, and her thoughts raced in ways ranging from 'how to throttle a ghost pokemon possessing my phone' all the way to 'how to survive being swallowed whole by a Steelix'. So many potential things that could happen, so many words that could be said, and yet the reaction of her Pokemon would be telling in their own right. 

"...[sub][i]Clack[/i][/sub]."

A gentle, very very quiet cry from the Roggenrola came out as a small rock would drop from underneath poor Pyrite's two little rock legs, however, as the poor Roggenrola stared back at what must have been death incarnate for its kind. Scrapper, for his part, couldnt' see what was going on...and frankly didn't want to take a look at it all either, especially given Pyrite and Clarissa's utterly stunned freezing in place being much more telling than not it seemed. But what would they do? How could they escape the terrible danger that was a titanic Steelix staring right down on them with eyes that saw through the muck and the darkness? How would they-

Clarissa would start to wave at the Steelix in a friendly manner with her right hand, and attempted to emit 'non-hostile, calming vibes' telepathically to boot.

...What. What?!

It was like going so far into an acute panic that one mentally blanked out, ending up in a moment of surreal clarity and calmness of mind that went even further beyond despite the seemingly illogical nature of it all. Which is to say, Clarissa was trying to make the best of the situation somehow. Meanwhile her left hand was reaching back into her things with one hand, scrambling for something as her brain tried to parse the potential danger, until the crinkle of some sort of plasic bag she wasn't familiar with could be felt. Her left hand would grasp the bag suddenly as a result, withdrawing the item in some hopes that it would be useful enough to-....to....oh for the love of-

[center][i][h3]"Colonel Jader's Juicy Jerky: 'Deluxe' Teriyaki Flavor"[/h3][/i][/center]

Had her father slipped this into her things at some point? A bag of his favorite brand of Jerky? Sure it was the one flavor she'd said was 'kinda ok' to get him to stop trying to get her to try it, yeahg, but but she hated-...and he knew-...her mother also-....but...this...never mind. Never mind that she was discovering this during a proper life or death scenario, no, not even this shortly into her journey into Evig. But this? Well, it was worth a shot, right? Maybe it had so much salt to it that it'd come off as more mineral-y? Maybe? 

She was, after all, a bit desperate right now. Whew. Breathe. Slowly. In and out. In and out. Imagine the sound of running, crystal clear waters around Agate Village from back during her training in Orre somewhat. Good. 

Taking out the bag of jerky, and using the other hand not holding the bag to now gently push the poor little Pyrite (who frnakly didn't resist the action at all in lieu of things) behind her. She then, essnetially, offered the bag of jerky to the Steelix with her left hand...and then levitated it up in the air a little to offer it once she got the idea that her hand might be forefit otherwise. Likewise, she tried to adjust from the calming and non-hostile vibes telepathically to a likewise calm, non-hostile 'offer to talk' telepathically to the Steelix's mind in a gentle, approachable, friendly, non-hostile, non-prodding/non-aggressive, not-moving-too-fast telepathic manner as she could ever hope to muster within her levels of existing self-control. 

Maybe all of this would help? Maybe? She hadn't the idea, but in the heat of the moment this was going to be her way of reacting to things as she and her two out-of-Pokeball Pokemon currently were trying to see if they needed to 'run like a Golbat outta hell' or not. Because while yes, Kapoc had warned her against powers use, this was both far from other people and....ah....a potential life or death scenario involving Pokemon. Yes. She was doing her best, darn it, to not die! But her Rotom Phone's lack of responses from the others was also worrying, even if it wasn't exactly anywhere near the top of her priorities list of 'things to think about or deal with' at the very moment for more-than-obvious reasons. 

[@Remram]

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[b]Current Pokemon[/b]:

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[*]Sir Lopsalot - Buneary - Male - Level 7 - POISONED

[*]Scrapper - Trubbish - Male - Level 6

[*]Lady Goowain - Alolan Grimer - Female - Level 4 - Low HP

[*]Libera - Aron - Female - Level 5 - Low HP

[*]Pyrite - Roggenrola - Male - Level 5 - Half HP

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[b]Pokedollars[/b]: 4000

[b]Items[/b]:

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[*]Camping Gear/An Extra Change of Clothes

[*]Potion x0 - Need To Refill

[*]Pokeballs x6

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