Deliver Warp Seed - Dungeon Thread

[Sundance]

The forest crawled around you, thick underbrush and clumps of massive, rotting trees creating the room around you. The room was not small, yet not too large either, enough to give you some breath room. Looking ahead revealed small, glittering bit of Pokedollars scattered across the ground; perhaps someone dropped it. You could split it evenly, or simply give it all to one person; or maybe just move on?

( Soot , Pascal )

[Pascal]

Frankly, a job like this was more of an explorer thing to do. And perhaps Pascal wasn't an explorer, but dungeons were fun, and he rather enjoyed fun. And if he was being paid to go ahead in and complete a few jobs, well, who was going to stop him? So Pascal had simply sauntered into the guild, innocent as can be, and casually signed up for one of the jobs. He got a few wary glares, but no one had actually stopped him, and the next morning, Pascal was off to a dungeon to complete a mission, just like any goodie two shoes adventurer!

Landing on the foresty floor of the dungeon, the swablu glanced around for his partner, before a speck of shininess caught his eye. He flew over to gather the pokedollars while he waited, before tossing half at his partner whenever Soot would decide to make an appearance.

"Half for you. A gift of goodwill~" the swablu called cheerily.

---

Pascal takes Half of the Pokedollars!

[Soot]

Without first a challenge, the fox knew there was no chance of growing stronger. For that reason, Soot had ever intention of taking the mission on her own, but there'd been an agitating creature already present, already clutching the claim. The vixen seethed inwardly but forced a smile like the many bumble-headed explorers careening aimlessly around her. 

This was not how she'd planned for things to go. 

Paws touched leaf-strewn ground with a light thump, the fox immediately taking in her surroundings as well as her partner's actions. Why would there just be money laying around so? A frown stole across her pointed muzzle. "Don't you think it's a little fishy," Soot said, sidestepping the tossed dollars and glancing around once more. Pointed ears flicked to and fro, listening for an sounds, any warning of approaching enemies. Bright eyes took in the three possible routes. "Which way do you want to go?"

_{tagged for Sundance & Pascal . Soot examines her surroundings and temporarily refuses the Pokedollars.} 

[Pascal]

"Have you ever heard of the phrase, 'dont' look a gift ponyta in the mouth?"" Pascal asked his partner. "Money is money, but if you don't want it..." he gave a small shrug and reached for the remainder, offering Soot the most charming grin he could muster. "If I've learned anything in my years, it's that you should never refuse free lootings."

But then she offered him another question and Pascal folded his wings in, glancing once quickly at each exit. He seemed to consider the three options carefully before shrugging and suddenly sounding cheery again. "Doesn't matter, does it?" he pointed out, before spreading his wings and taking off seemingly randomly towards one of the exits - in this case it happened to be north. "C'mon love, we won't get anything done just sitting around here!" he called over his shoulder, gesturing for the fox pokemon to follow him. "Onwards to adventure!"


And then he was off, flapping dutifully for the northern passage. Perhaps it would have been a tad more polite to go alongside Soot, but she was just being so slow! Why wait and consider things when you were already in the middle of all the action. "Name's Pascal by the way." he remembered to call one more time right before heading into the northern passage.

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Pascal will take the remainder of the pokedollars if Soot doesn't want it, otherwise he'll let her keep it.

Pascal goes North!

[Soot]

Had he ever heard of reasonable suspicion? They were in a dungeon, for legendary sake. There shouldn't have been money just laying around. Yet as the flying type reached for the rest of the cash, Soot swiped it up and tucked it away into the small pack on her back. It might very well be the only decent payment she got out of the lark, so she might as well take advantage of it. 

"Well I hope you don't come across an raticate traps, then," Soot said dryly, ears pressed back on her furry head. "A few coins doesn't exactly hold up to having your wings clipped." 

Soot was most definitely not a babysitter, so if it came to that sort, she hoped the Swablu knew he was on his own. The fox twitched her tail and followed, keeping an easy going smile across her maw. She was supposed to be excited, a green explorer out on the hunt to do good for the world. Some sort of trubbish of that sort. Picking up her pace, Soot grinned and tried to duck under the Swablu, aiming to clip ahead of him. For a moment she pondered an alias - but what did it matter? The name Soot would not remain long, not when real power came to her. "I'm Soot. You do this a lot?"

_{tagged for Sundance & Pascal . Soot begrudgingly takes her share of the money and follows Pascal on the Northern tunnel.} 

[Sundance]

Pascal and Soot each picked up 49 poke dollars!


You enter a rather tight corridor, trees making up the wall and poking through the soft, leaf-strewn ground below. Sometimes, it seemed as if the forest was trying to trip you, but that couldn't be... Could it? You were only left to ponder this for about a moment more before a ghostly apparation appeared through the trees, a Misdreavus now staring daggers at the both of you. There was enough room in the tunnel for both of you to attack the Pokemon, but it seemed that the enemy had attacked first!

Misdreavus used Psywave on Pascal! It did 6 damage!
Pascal Health - 14/20

And odd, heated energy wave seemed to befall Pascal, obviously caused by the seemingly angry Misdreavus.

( Pascal , Soot )

[Pascal]

"Nice to meet you So-" Pascal began, looking over his shoulder, when he felt a wave of heat overcome him. First it was suddenly warm, then it was hot, painfully so. The Swablu let out a startled chirp of pain as he lost his traction in the air, falling down towards the ground before he flared his wings out to catch the fall just in time.

The attack had taken its toll on Pascal though. Some of his wing fluff had been charred, and he still ached and burned where the wrst of the heat wave had hit. "Speaking of Soot.." he called out to his partner, trying to maintain a sense of humor as he shook his wings out, letting a few charred bits of fluff drift slowly to the ground. "Anyways, you may have a point with this whole 'be careful' thing."

Righting himself quickly in the air, Pascal turned his attention towards the creature that had just appeared. Cool, a ghost! Pascal could definitely appreciate a ghost's knack for tricks and pranks, but he rather didn't like being the target of an attack.

His cheery look suddenly froze on his face, his eyes suddenly growing sinister. Letting out a lot growl, Pascal winged swiftly towards the Misdreavus, praying he wouldn't pass harmlessly through as he flew at the pokemon with all his might, attempting a more draconic attack. "Now there, little bugger, this was supposed to be a delivery job." he called out as he flew towards the enemy. "You didn't have to go any be rude about it." He then sailed up and over the pokemon, trying to get on the other side of it so his partner also had a chance to attack.

Pascal uses Dragon Rush on Misdreavus!
Pascal is trying to get to Misdreavus's other side so Soot has room to join in.

[Soot]

Soot nearly stumbled over her paws, startled by the sudden appearance of the ghost. It wasn't as if her keen fox ears would have caught the creature's arrival anyway, but still she cursed herself for getting distracted. As Pascal took the brunt of the attack and bantered away, the fiery fox took her own opportunity. "Tch." 

No, she would not be so easily pushed back by a ghost. The air around the vixen almost seemed to waver with a pulse of heat, and without bothering to warn her companion out of the way, Soot breathed. Fire slipped between bared teeth, shooting forward and towards their attacker. 

_{tagged for Sundance & Pascal . Soot uses Ember Attack!}

[Sundance]

Pascal used Dragon Rush on Misdreavus! It did 9 damage!
Misdreavus Health - 9/18

The Misdreavus, regaining energy from it's previously used move, had no time to evade Pascal's swift Dragon Rush. Cringing as it was hit, the Ghost type flipped backward and faltered for a moment, before flying to a reqular height and sneering. A new sense of determination entered it's narrowed eyes.

Soot used Ember on Misdreavus! It did 7 damage!
Misdreavus Health - 2/18

The Misdreavus fell to the floor as the flame licked it's body, letting out a cry of agony. For a moment, it struggled amongst the fallen needles and pinecones of the forest floor, before uncertainly rising to levitate above the earth. Once again, the Ghost type sent out a hot wave of psychic energy to Pascal, whipping around to meet him.

Misdreavus used Psywave on Pascal! it did 6 damage!
Pascal Health - 8/20

( Pascal , Soot )

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[Pascal]

It seemed that Pascal wasn't done with fire for the day. He succesfully managed to send the ghost type pokemon reeling backwards, thank goodness, but just narrowly avoided being besieged by yet more flames as embers shot out from somewhere behind him, sending the Misdreavus reeling backwards. "I'd appreciate you warning a fellow ou-" Pascal called to his partner, but before he could complete his sentence, a wave of psychic energy passed over him. It left him dizzy and breathless with pain for a few seconds, spiralling towards the ground.

Once again, Pascal just narrowly avoided a crash landing, but he was badly hurt now. The Misdreavus wasn't pulling any of its punches, and Pascal would have to be on his toes just to avoid friendly fire, let alone this creature's attacks that seemed to be solely centered on him.

He would have to end this battle, and end it fast if he wanted to live. Mustering his energy, Pascal delivered a vicious peck to the ghost type. "Down ya go now, buddy." he called, hoping that this would finally be the end of things.

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Pascal uses Peck on Misdreavus!

[Soot]

There was some bother at not being the first to strike out at the Misdreavus, but then, Pascal had been drawn from for the first blood (so to speak). Of course it was his right, his honor, to land the first attack. That didn't make Soot any less irritated about it, but it did quell some of her agitation. At any rate, there was still plenty of fighting to be had. A smirk curled her lips at Pascal's annoyance. Maybe he should have been paying more attention - no, she wouldn't say that. Instead there was a look of brief distress, a sputtered apology. "Sorry! I was just - " 

The ghost hadn't finished with her winged companion, apparently. As Pascal dove in for a second attack, Soot faltered, giving the Swablu time to get in and out before going probably a bit overkill - another gust of flame shot from her muzzle, Satisfied with herself, the fox braced, ready in case the ghost turned on her next. 

_{tagged for Sundance & Pascal . Soot uses Ember Attack!}

[Sundance]

Pascal used Peck on Misdreavus! It did 6 damage!
Misdreavus Health - -4/18

The furious pecks by the flying type seemed to be the attack that brought the ghost-type down, the Misdreavus falling to the leaf-strewn floor with a soft cry of pain. It's eyes didn't open again as a puff of smoke made it disappear, leaving the space where it had fainted empty.

Soot and Pascal earned 84 points of experience!

Soot leveled up to Level 6!

+2 Health
+1 attack!
+1 Defense!
+2 Sp. Attack!
+2 Sp Defense!
+2 Speed!

( Pascal , Soot )

[Pascal]

The peck seemed to have done the trick as the Misdreavus fell backwards and then vanished. A few seconds later, another stream of embers came from behind Pascal, flying too late to singe the grass where the Misdreavus had previously floated over. Pascal folded his wings in and allowed himself to land on the ground, suddenly dizzy with exhaustion. This had been a trying battle. In the span of two attacks each, he had nearly ended up in the same position as the ghost type. Suddenly very glad of his partner's presense, Pascal looked over to Soot and gave a small cheep.

"No worries, mate. I'd just appreciate it if, perhaps we can take a quick rest in the next room?" here was to hoping that there wouldn't be another battle in the next room to deal with. Pascal wasn't sure if he could even take one more hit, but at the same time he didn't want to rest here in the hallway, where the tight enclosed spaces meant that he couldn't maneuveur around and dodge like he wanted to.

"One more room?" he offered, before stretching his wings out with a small groan and taking to the air again, flapping clumsily out of the hallway as he attempted to maintain a cheerful facae. Couldn't go killing the mood now, could he?

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Pascal advances into the next room!

[Soot]

As the ghost vanished from the tunnel, the vixen couldn't help but give her surroundings a quick glance of distrust. It was a ghost, after all, and ghosts were tricky. Misdreavus were strange Pokemon. Huffing gently, Soot became satisfied that for a brief moment they were alone in the tunnel and shifted her concern to her companion. She couldn't very well go on alone, could she? Well, she could, but it'd be considerably more dangerous. 

"Sure! We can take a quick break - are you sure you're all right?" False sincerity plagued her voice, as if she really gave a damn. 

Pascal seemed tolerant, at the very least, and as the Swablu took off Soot dashed after him. Ears were up, listening for footsteps or anything else that might indicate a surprise attack. Of course, ghosts didn't have footsteps .. how inconvenient. 

_{tagged for Sundance & Pascal . Soot follows Pascal into the next room!}

[Sundance]

The two of you walk past the point in which the Misdreavus had fainted, dark trees brushing agaisnt you as she walked through the narrow tunnel and into a small room made of winding bushes and towering trees. And... Oh! look! An Oran Berry lays at the roots of a tree, perhaps dropped by a previous explorer, or having simply fallen from an Oran Bush. There's only one though, and it's too small to split... Who would get it?