She nodded in agreement with the Articuno. "I hail from Johto, but
I live in a cave at the bottom of the ocean; all that I know about
the geography, I've learned due to Mystin, Blitz, and Temperance
having squabbles that result in my leaving."
Mystin threw up his hands. "It was a very important argument! I
said that stones are boring, but Temperance kept trying to convince
us that they make great fireplace decorators. Blitz and I had to
prove him wrong, but then she turns on me when I say lightning rods
are just metal sticks!"
"You nearly started a category 5 hurricane, blizzard, and fire
tornado. SIMULTANEOUSLY. OVER ROCKS. How, pray tell, is that in any
way, shape, or form reasonable?" she said, forcing her shivering
away.
"And therein lies your problem and the reason for my existence.
Otherwise, the world would constantly be on fire, electrocuted, and
frozen at the same time due to the exponential superiority
complexes of you three," she huffed.
"Of where?" she breathed, trying to keep herself warm. Perhaps for
another Pokemon-turned-human, this situation wouldn't result in
such a drastic chill, but, being a Flying Type, she was absolutely
frigid.
Wanting to hurry along the proceedings, the Lugia quickly
suggested, "Have Shock short-circuit the power, enter, block off
the door with ice, reinforce it with Psychic?"
She wanted to ask why the Articuno had even asked for input, but
stopped herself. The Lugia didn't respond for concern of displaying
her current state of extreme irritability; she was miserable and
coming off of an adrenaline high from the fight, as well as not
used to being around other Pokemon for such an extended period of
time.