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    Es’ smile shifted to a frown as they climbed the stairs, though it wasn’t for any specific reason related to the stairs themselves, but rather those that had set to climb it. It was Zed.’s comment, or reaction to her light-hearted joke that really caught her off guard, shifting the smile off of her face in the process. She had expected them to react like she had, letting it wash over them and firing back with a joke, but their annoyed tone and the comparison to a ‘traffic cone’ seemed… Well, annoyed at best, hostile at worst. She had thought about opening her mouth, or… Well, speaking either way to apologize, but as they climbed that final step, zipping up it with a speed that was difficult to match… She didn’t. In fact, she didn’t really do anything. Es stopped, for the first time completely, and purposefully, as they all arrived at the next floor simultaneously. For a single second, as the orange ball’s eyes seemed to rotate in a circle, observing the others and their surroundings, she kept both her static and ‘core’ completely still for an eerily long moment. Tiny white dots moved in the black portion of her eyes, making a circle, as if her very form was attempting to give hints at the fact that she was… Processing, what had just happened, as despite not waiting for anyone… They were all here, with her. Finally, however, her static would once again begin moving, sporadically jumping in place as she shifted from processing to… Watching, or observing for a moment, all the while listening to everything going on. Listening to the sound of a new voice into the mix. According to this voice, she was in a ‘Mystery Dungeon’ whatever that was. The more important part, is that she - and the rest of the group - were in danger of being attacked. That being said, though alone that was a scary thought, there was something to the way it was said, a musical quality of it that made it feel… Well, not so terrifying. The others, also evidently heard the voice, as they all, for the most part, sprang into various actions; actions that led Es to feel content, for a moment, to watch as she floated around idly in a circle. The one-that-became-six, for example, gave a rousing speech, truly an inspiration to everyone, before moving outwards and… Slamming into a wall, bouncing backwards like toddlers. It took all of her self control for Es not to comment; as luckily, she didn’t have to, as Zed was next to speak as they began to move off in another direction. The hardest moment, for her to keep her composure during, however, was as Zed was walked into from behind by the Falinks, prompting Es to fully begin closing off her plasma in an attempt not to bust out laughing, lest she erode any more of the good-will that she had gained with the Zorua. Instead, as her plasma sputtered for a moment, the orange core would falter for a second until Zed and the Falinks had fully popped out of view, prompting Es to realize that… Well, everyone else was moving pretty quickly, too, weren’t they? She’d focused so much on the spectacle that she wasn’t expecting to suddenly look around and realize she was, for the most part, alone. Chester, as he spoke, and already started moving, and the sour-pus had already moved on. Even the Treecko had begun moving, trying to climb a wall, which seemed… Well, she wasn’t sure why, but that seemed right. Maybe he remembered more about the form he was given than she did. Either way, everyone else was doing something. Moving. Making progress and… leaving her behind. Well, that probably wouldn’t result in anything good. She wasn’t sure at what point during this realization she had begun moving, per-say; it was a bit of a blur when she got moving at full speed, but here she was. Sputtering plasma that had tried not to laugh gave way to a small burst of electricity around her as she shot forwards. Zigging-and-zagging, she shot right over the small body of water, jutting to the right in a zig-zag just before hitting the Clobbopus, only to just barely squeeze between the Chespin as she moved in another flash of plasma, zagging back to the right around the Chespin this time, before coming to a slight… Halt, behind the Falinks for a split-second. She’d pause there, in that moment, as she stared at the wall in front of them, and then turned for just a moment, moving again sporadically as she continued to zig-zag towards her ultimate location. Just behind Zed looked like a good spot, though she had to figure out how to get there, she realized, as she continued to hold the same momentum. The rotom zigged-over the last of the Falinks as she then doubled back towards the wall, using her remaining momentum up as she spiraled upwards in three bursts of blue plasma. “...Aaaaand h-h-h-here!” She called out, announcing her arrival mid-spiral while completely oblivious to everything that the Noibat had just said about a potential pokemon being on the way. “Also buddy, p-p-p-pal, friend,” the Rotom paused, plasma halting as she began to fall from the height she had risen to, before suddenly catching herself just above the ground, at a normal height, as the Plasma resumed. “Sorry if my joke earlier was uncalled for, was just tr-tr-tr-trying to lighten the mood!” She explained, voice equally as cheery as ever as she seemed to bounce from side to side with each repeated syllable.
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    Kitt watched it, after being hit with the memories of Joy...Olivander going into a full sprint. The attack hit, a glancing blow to Joy's shoulder. "He hit her..." he said, with a bit of optimism in his voice. Then, the opposing Watchdog spoke again. "You keep saying I've lied, to you or to my people. I've never lied to them. As for my convictions, we'll see whose are stronger there." The Forge Dog simply watched as the Watchdog of Laeta just turned and began to run. This was bad...she didn't need to start running, especially when she chose this spot here as her battleground against them. Not a second left to waste, Kitt began to run past Olivander, in an attempt to give chase. "See if you can cut her off! I'll keep after her the best I can!" he called back to his friend...wow...that was the first time he considered this word being used now...he had to be impressed with his growth somewhat. Regardless, the Forge Dog made haste to chase after...but in the process, light hit him...and he cursed it the moment he was struck by it. But as he kept rushing forward, things began to distort for him. The area shifted around him, causing him to finally stop. He heard familiar sounds, but for the life of him, he knew not what this was at first. But after a few moments...his soul realized what this memory he was witnessing was... Let Us Make Man in Our Image Caminus...more accurately...the shrine of Taros... Kitt stood there, seemingly as that of an astral projected form as he watched the scene before him unfold. Before the shrine's altar and statue of his patron, there knelt his father, Gaillard Axton. There was silence for a good long period of time...until a single clang of a hammer hitting the anvil on the altar was heard...then a second...and finally a third. The clangs rang out through the surrounding area for a long time...until finally...within the shadow of the shrine's statue...there stood his patron: Taros. BGM "Not many mortals come this direction, especially none within the Forgekeepers..." his gravely voice spoke, his red eyes pierced through the shadow. "...Gaillard Axton, a blacksmith cut of the same cloth as many others in my employ, and yet a lover of mystic arts. You've come here...to my domain and my shrine...what ails you, my child?" Gaillard was silent, seeming to tremble before this deity and his imposing visage. "...I humbly come to you, to ask of one thing...a single thing." "Out with it...what could be so important to you that you would seek a direct audience with me?" "...please...I beg of you..." Gaillard began to slowly lift his head to stare into the deity's red eyes. "...with the might of your Great Forge, Lord Taros, please...create for me a son." Silence filled the room, only the sounds of the fires from the kilns and forge were heard. "...the vessels and homunculi I've tried to make...just to hold a spirit...nothing is working. They're imperfect...none of them are suited for the task of this. Please...I've already lost both the love of my life and my newborn son...forging and creating things are all I have left...I just...want a son to continue my legacy... my lord, please, if you can find it in your heart t-..." "Be still!" the deity bellowed out, which caused even Kitt watching this memory to flinch. The horned deity's red eyes narrowed at the trembling blacksmith, before seeming to contemplate the thought for a while. Then...his raspy and gravely voice began to let loose a laugh that echoed throughout the room. "This is quite the prayer and request you've given my ears, Axton." he spoke, his visage now slowly moving away from the shadow...now showing himself in the dim lights of the forge. "Not only that, but it seems you've piqued my interest and given me an out to my own little dilemma. So in this, I shall humor your request, Axton...but not without conditions." A sly smirk appeared on the deity's face, as Gaillard nodded slowly. "An equivalent exchange for this...I create this child for you, a son no less, but in return...he becomes my Watchdog. My current Watchdog here on Caminus, Flynt will be assisting with raising the child...but this is my offer. Do we have an accord on this?" Silence once again appeared in the room... "Do...we...have...an...accord?" Gaillard's eyes looked to the ground for a moment, before raising to meet the Forge Maker's gaze. "...it is...as you wish, Lord Taros..." The billowing laugh returned, before Taros nodded. "Then let us make man in our image..." Kitt could notice something, the look of...joy...in Taros' face. Of course, his father's face had it as well, but it was Taros' that surprised him the most. The Forge Master was never one to be known to smile all that much, but it was this moment here that seemed to give him the most joy...possibly even more than he had ever experienced before. The memories began to shift ever so slightly, oddly enough with each sound of the hammer as Taros swung it. He watched the process of his creation...his forging. Now he understood why before...in Galatea...those statues, the doll-like visages...he understood why they terrified him so...because before, he was formed in such a manner as well. The last moment in this creation was Taros breathing life into the creation he made, finally presenting it to Gaillard. "Axton, I present to you my end of our bargain. A son...blessed by my holy fire and forged with my Great Forge. This is the perfect vessel to be my new Watchdog...name him well..." Gaillard looked at the tiny child in his arms now, tears streaming down his face... "...Kitt...my son shall be known as Kitt Axton..." "A fine name..." His vision returned, as he just seemed to be propped up against a small wall for a moment or two. He felt...tears streaming down his cheek at seeing this. It was a memory of his own...but at the same time, not his own. No, this seemed to be a memory etched into his very core...his very creation...by Taros himself. If anything, this was the happiest memory of Taros himself. ...I never thought...he would've have those types of feelings...in anything... he thought, wiping the tears away for a moment. This would be something he needed to deal with later, but right now...he lost time on getting to chase Joy, as such he immediately pushed himself from the wall and made his way to follow after her again.
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    Hello? Are you there? Can you hear me? If you can hear me, I should tell you, you're in a mystery dungeon right now! A mystery dungeon is a strange and dangerous place filled with Pokémon who won't hesitate to attack you. You could say it's a side effect of the dungeon's powers. You might have trouble adapting, but with your numbers, I think you'll be fine. I'll try to give you tips from my end as well, so good luck! If you can reach the end, there'll be a prize…maybe. ♪ Marv and the others seemed to arrive up on the top of the stairs to this next floor around the same time, which he found odd...but what was even odder was the voice they now heard. And more so than that...well, the one phrase it said: mystery dungeon. While the others seemed to be already in the process of moving (namely Hector, Z., the Clobbopus, the Noibat and Chester), Marv found him rubbing his chin slightly. Mystery...Dungeon...? Now why do I feel like I've heard that phrase before? he thought, racking his Treecko brain for an answer and reason to why he was feeling a sense of dejá vú with that phrase. Then it hit him for a split second... The forum that he was once apart of, YCM and NCM, of course there was something that popped into his mind from it. "Mystery Dungeon...like those games?" he muttered silently to himself, his face now having the dawning of realization on it now. It all added up now, at least some things did. They were all humans turned into Pokémon, they couldn't remember anything else except the forums which was the connecting tissue to all of this, the strange locations they now found themselves in...it all was adding up. But aside from this, he knew that things most likely were going to get worse than it could...especially if he remembered his Mystery Dungeon knowledge... Same time, he felt...a bit of pride for another reason. ...somehow, I became a Treecko...stuck in a Mystery Dungeon world...heh...isn't that a bit ironic... Marv thought, smiling lightly. "Hey, wait up guys!" he said, trying to motion for the Rotom and Cross to hurry up and follow them. Though Marv wanted to try something. He was a Treecko after all...he ran forward to the wall ahead of him, stopping just right at it before attempting to crawl up and along the wall. Hopefully it would all work... "Well, all the same, none of us seemed to be an evolved Pokémon in any way. So, perhaps it would be safe to say that we should stick to the basics of attacks for now. Like, Scratch, Pound, Tackle. Those sort of things." "You may need to also take into consideration..." Marv called to Chester. "...the possibility of maybe Egg Moves. It's a long shot, but maybe we also have a special Egg Move in our arsenal too...never know. Won't lie though, the idea of being in the body of a Squirtle with the Egg Move of Aura Sphere wouldn't be a bad thing at all."
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