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[makes_ground]

[The webcam clicks on. An imposing, dark-skinned woman with stark black sclera stares into the camera. She seems to be sitting in a cave of sorts that has been fashioned into a Hideout. Those of you who were at Giovanni's field trip, or perhaps if you were choice members of Green team, may recognize those eyes as they tried to crush you with rocks. Thankfully, she seems to have calmed down considerably by now.

Her arms are crossed, as though expecting something to happen on her end. She doesn't move from her spot, nor does she speak. Although... she's been staring so long now that it's a little unnerving. It's almost like she's been waiting all this time for you, and now you've displeased her.

Wait, there's the slightest narrowing of her eyes. Then, her lips finally move.]

You cast a strange shadow, Mother.

[Pause.]

...I will remain here until it suits me. Thus is my decision.

I have opted to teach. Students may seek to learn my art so long as they harbour the will. Shaping earth is no skill for the weak. Any who wish to attempt, we meet at the foot of the mountain trail.

You will know me as Groudon. Your name for me will be Pele.

[She stares a moment longer, as though to add something else... but there was nothing. The feed turns off.]