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Freth would arrive by teleport herself, along side her Alakazam. She was bundled up a fair bit herself, covered up with the winter gear she got on her Hisuan trip. The tightly woven thick cloth coat with the fur inside to keep her well insulated, the hide, bag like snowboots with the plush fur insides to go over her talon-feet, the thick wool pants, a cloak to go over her wings that wrapped around her torso. She could have gotten something more modern, maybe arguably more protective for that matter, but unlike more modern-day goods, this winter get-up was oddly more portable as a just in case thing than the stiff, rigid boots or the overly padded coats of present day. Once she arrived, she would start hovering just above the snows on the ground and give her thanks to Alakazam before recalling the psychic Pokémon back to his ball.

She looked back over towards Sub once he addressed her and she would give a shake of her head ‘no’. “Nah, ever since I got back from them, I hadn’t been in contact with Chaksu or anyone with the Order of Acuity at all. Not like they got much in the way of technology over that way, living real simple to temper someone’s mind, so correspondence short of carrier Pidgey wasn’t happening. ‘Nothing else matters’, as they constantly said. For that matter, I’m not empathic enough to make long distance calls, and not sure if I ever will be.” Freth looked down for a second, then would raise her hand up having a large clod of snow come off the ground. She give a twirl of her finger and the clod would end up spinning about and compacting to make a nice, tightly packed snowball. “Heh, can’t say their methods weren’t effective though. God at one time this was so bloody hard.” She’d merely drop the ball back on the ground. “So, yea, I can only imagine their reactions if we end up passing by the village before we make our way to the center of the lake and see Uxie.”

Rachel went with the group that went to visit Uxie. Amber would have gone, but given what had happened her a few years ago, she had no desire to revisit the place, despite something good coming out of it. So Rachel had gone in her stead, while Amber had tagged along with the group visiting the cult. As soon as they landed in front of the Pokemon Center, Rachel wrapped her arms around herself, her cold weather gear doing little to stop the biting cold of northern Sinnoh. Most of her Pokemon were in their balls, none of them willing to come out and suffer in the cold. Rachel wouldn't call on any of them, anyway, as most were weak to Ice and she didn't want to make them suffer any more than necessary. The only one that remained out was her Eevee, Rainer. He perched on her shoulder, his neck ruff fluffing up against the cold. "I'm ready whenever you are, Sub," she said.

"Honestly, I wish I still had those clothes Mesprit or whoever gave for the cold," Amaranth answered, arms wrapped around herself as the cold became quickly apparent. "They would've been really useful if SWIPE hadn't ruined my room like they did. I'll manage, though." Making a few tentative steps for fear of freezing in place, she'd hear Freth's answer and gave her a cursory glance.

"What... group around here?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her with the trek ahead. "Chaksu's not a name I recognize."

Sub would nod at Freth's response, mulling it over for a bit before he acknowledge the rest of his teammates as they confirmed their willingness to proceed now that they were all here. "I think we'll pay the Order a visit on the way there. While we were able to have an audience with the Lake Guardians in the past I have never been able to find a way to get inside their hidden chambers in the present, or get their attention. And believe me, I've tried. So instead of poking around an island in the middle of a lake for however long it takes to get Uxie's attention, provided it even knows to expect us, I figured it would be best to speak with the individuals that know Uxie better than anyone else; the Order of Acuity, mainly Elder Chaksu. Hopefully they know how to knock on Uxie's door properly. So with that in mind let's get moving. Oh and I suggest you hop on a Pokemon now. Sure, you can get to the lake on foot but the snow gets deeper the further away from Snowpoint you get and it will slow you down."

With that he turned to Freth and pouted. "Freeeth, can I ride on Mamoswine with you? I know he helped you last tiiime. Any Pokemon I have that are big enough for this are sensitive to the cold. You don't want my Hydreigon to turn into a three headed popsicle, do you?" He asked, playfully giving Freth puppy dog eyes as he poked his bottom lip out. Once Freth relented and released her Mamoswine he would jump on with her and wait to head for Lake Acuity.

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The trek across Route 217 to the lake wasn't particularly daunting, modern GPS via their SNAGs becoming directions a breeze it was easy to see how people could get lost before the advent of such technology, their surroundings looking the same the entire time, just evergreen trees and snow. It didn't help it was snowing too, the snow not as bad as it could be but definitely becoming heavier and the wind blowing harder once they left Snowpoint.

(If you'd like you may capture a wild Pokemon along the way. Any Pokemon found on Route 217 in any Sinnoh based game is available.)

The group would find their way through the small forest of snow-caped trees, their horizon opening up to reveal Lake Acuity itself, the fabled body of water dead ahead. Now that they found their way to the lake shore itself Sub would call out to Freth for guidance on proceeding. "Which way is it to the Order? It's around here, right? Do you remember which way?" He asked while looking at the map on his SNAG, trying to discern which direction was which. "My eyes hurt from staring at all this bright snow. I should have borrowed Hemlock's Black Glasses..." He complained to himself.

Freth would instruct the group to head around the lake, stopping at about the halfway point and direct them to a path in the snow, where someone or multiple someones have been walking or purposely cleared. At the end of that were a set of stairs carved into the rock surrounding the lake's area. It's at the bottom where they would find the village the Order of Acuity made their home. The group would take the stairs which bent and turned at points, passing by a female Medicham hybrid that was heading up the stairs, eyes closed and deep in meditation as she chanted her mantra. Eventually they'd make it to the bottom and find the promised village itself, the Order of Acuity.

The village was not much to look at, a cluster of old fashioned building that were clearly made from local trees and built without any machinery. There were also various specially designated training areas dotting the village such as a field of poles for balance meditation or a tunnel of swinging logs for one to run through with their eyes closed to train their senses. Besides the villages itself the Snagems would see the members of the Order going about their days, a large portion of them Meditite and Medicham hybrids or just the actual Pokemon themselves but there were a few humans here and there as well as a Psychic hybrids of other species like the Grumpig hybrid bouncing on its tail while meditating.

Freth would lead the way further, guiding the group all the way to the Gathering Hall, one of the biggest, if not the biggest, building in the entire village and certainly one of the more fancy ones with plenty of intricate carvings in its wood. A Meditite hybrid outside would inform them the Elder was expecting them, a statement that others might find strange considering they hadn't made plans for this visit but Freth would likely be unbothered. The group would enter the hall, finding the inside large and open. At the end of the long hall they would find a single individual seated on the floor, no one else about despite this place normally being full of students, meditating. He was a Medicham hybrid like many of the other hybrids they saw but he was dressed in a thin fabric blue rob with yellow trimming. It was Elder Chaksu.

"Greetings, Snagems." He said, speaking to their minds via telepathy, never opening his eyes nor breaking his meditative stance. "Freth, it pleases me to see you again. Please inform your leader of my words. My mind's voice cannot reach him." Chaksu continued. "You are all seeking out the Being of Knowledge, correct?" He asked the Snagems in their minds.

"Uh...is that the guy Freth?" Sub would eventually ask, pointing at Chaksu. "If it is can you ask him how we go about meeting with Uxie?"

Freth stared at Sub in a bit of disbelief, perhaps disappointment, that the Snagem leader didn’t think on such a thing like that. Though…she didn’t intend on riding Mamoswine this go-round. She was content trying to hover all the way there over the snows. Freth sighed, then took out Mamoswine’s Pokeball and gave it a toss out. “Mammooo.” Mamoswine spoke up as it materialized from the ball.

“Hey, Mamoswine. Need a ferry through snow, though…I’m not the one riding.” Freth said, staring at Sub. “Going to warn you, Sub…its not going to be a smooth ride. Not exactly much in the way of cushion.” She said. The big imposing beast stared down the smaller Snagem leader as if he demanded to know what he did to deserve to ride him. “Let him on, Mammy.” She said, giving the big brute a few pats on the back.

“Mamooo…”

Once Sub was settled on the back of the beast, the team would make their way off towards the order. Freth generally could remember where it was at, though she had to admit it was easily missed within the snows. She would have been bound to do laps around the lake just trying to find the place if she wasn’t carefully looking out in the blinding snows. Eventually, she would find the tell-tale stairs that lead down to the nearby village in the nearby forest. As they did, Freth would see a Medicham hybrid, female. For a second, she thought maybe it could have been Renala, but no such. One thing she recognized was the order’s garb, rather lack there-of for this kind of weather. The wraps around the chest. The baggy pants. Much skin exposed to the elements and yet she was taking it as if it was nothing. A tempered mind and body to the extreme. Freth remembered those few weeks in such garbs herself that pushed her mental fortitude to the limits and then some. Nothing else mattered. Not even the cold.

She would guide the Snagems through the small village, and unsurprising to Freth, this place hadn’t changed a bit. Freth almost had the notion to think about coming back here at some point and another and get some sort of remedial course; the elder here after all helped her quite a bit. More than anyone could know. ”Feeling nostalgic?”

”Ah, bloody hell. Boy, they’re not going to like to know you’re back. You were gone as far as anyone was concerned when I left here last time.”

”Well, well see how much ‘nothing else matters’ really applies to them when they’re faced with more immediate issues. Though if I had to guess, maybe they might have suspected this was going to be the case.” Freth would only roll her eyes.

She would hover up to the gathering hall and as soon as Sub was off the Mamoswine, she’d recall the beast, then approach the door. The attendant at the door would tell the group that the elder was expecting her, which was a bit weird. Renala didn’t really state that they didn’t have that level of psychic-based foresight, but then, the Elder did have his own secrets. Once she approached the door, she gave a wave of the hand to open the doors telekinetically for herself and for the rest of the Snagems and hovered her way inside.

The elder would address the Snagems, just as he addressed her when she first arrived at the order’s village, still in meditative stance. Freth would take a deep breath. Eris wasn’t wrong, Freth was feeling in fact a little nostalgic. ”Hello, Chaksu. Still not above speaking to strangers normally first, I see. Nice to know some things haven’t changed.” She said, rather cordial at it. ”But yes, we are here to see Uxie. Uxie’s willpower-based sibling told us to head off this way and get knowledge from him. Freth would perk up, listening to Sub for a second, and suddenly realized this was going to be a bit annoying, havin to play effectively ‘telephone’ between the two just because wasn’t receptive of that sort of influence. She would sigh, then looked back, remembering nothing else mattered. Just the objective. She would give an affirming nod to Sub then looked back towards Chaksu. Sub perhaps didn’t realize that this conversation was going by a lot faster in the mental space as opposed to the physical one and he wasn’t going to be here long. ”Since it was Azelf that got us over here, I’m pretty much imagining that Uxie is also expecting us. Which is why you were too. Do we just head out across the lake? Or is there something else we have to do?” she would ask Chaksu.

Odd arrived in Snowpoint alongside the others. Despite the cold, the blind priest let out a long, comfortable breath as his crimson cassock collected snowflakes. “Feels like going home…” He told himself. He hadn’t been to the abbey in a long time for a variety of reasons so this visit to the frozen region helped ease his homesick heart. As the Snagems began to move, he would release Musette and climb onto her back, letting the Stantler follow the others. He would also pop open his Master Ball and release Mnemosyne, the Meloetta singing softly and dancing through the air as she travelled with them. Odd felt a stability in his soul as she sang that had been strangely absent for a while. It even felt like he could feel Musette beneath him more strongly as his body solidified once more.

The man saw nothing but the colorful pops of Snagem souls ahead of him as they traveled, making sure to point Musette more toward them if it seemed she was losing track of the pack. After a while, as Sub announced they were nearing people who might be able to help, he recalled Mnemosyne again and began to try and sense those people. It was difficult at first, perhaps due to the distant or perhaps due to the nature of who they were? Once he finally was able to sense someone that wasn’t familiar, they were strangely difficult to pick up, perhaps due to their nature? These folks seemed to be so in tune with their hearts and minds that their emotions were in such control that the negativity which typically made souls easy to spot was nearly nonexistent here. As a result, the priest saw little more that static-y pops here and there that came and went as they drew near enough he could sense them.

As they were greeted and informed that they had been expected, he felt his breath catch slightly. Being expected was a surprise to him, of course, much as he suspected it was to others but the catch had been caused by the sudden appearance of the greeter’s soul so close. It had been a while since he had found himself startled in such a way and it was very much an unpleasant feeling.

He watched as closely as he could as they moved onward to meet the one who expected them, hoping he would be able to follow their greeter into the distance but as the throng of Snagems moved, they vanished a short distance away. “I don’t like this place.” He remarked to himself. The folk seemed nice enough but the way they were so hard for him to see felt wrong. Maybe it was related to the way his channeling had been so disrupted by Dialga’s attack at the trial but he could only hope he would be able to speak to Uxie about that at some point while they were here. Watching as best he could while Sub and Freth approached the elder, he could sense the energies of psychics but was unable to do more until he heard the voice in his mind. That was when it all began to make sense to him. Sub, however, was already onto the topic at hand, causing him to keep the revelation to himself for the moment. They had more important matters to worry about than him realizing these people were Psychics, after all.

Giving up a memory for the team, Deo chimes in "I am willing to give up all the memory of me being a police officer and the fact I was a honor bound officer" Deo said without a flinch. He gave no thought else, he was determined to be a better snagem, and his thoughts were not excluded. There were limits to his offers though. His soul was off-limits and the memories of his family and his friends. He did not flinch as he said this, despite the fact that snow was accumulating on his fur and his eyes were squinting as he trying to see out to the mysterious Chaksu.