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Chris saw the runes on Sergei’s back lighting up and became acutely aware that they were being watched. Some of that was, yeah, Lana and Estellise were right behind him, but there was more to it than that. And between all the shuffling the party was doing, was there something more? Almost… squeaking? It turned out it wasn’t just early-dungeon jitters. Almost as soon as Chris had even registered the sounds, out came a pair of rats. He very nearly jumped out of his skin; they were huge! Rodents of such an unusual size were things Chris hadn’t even believed in until he was finally confronted with them. Lana was the one to break him out of his flat-footed shock, even if it was likely unintentional -- her own battle cry as she charged the rat coming up the rear, greataxe drawn and raised, was probably enough to snap anyone out of anything. He was ready now, and his sword was already drawn. His movement was deft -- the kind that could only come from sneaking around a creaky old mansion in search of sweets -- as he wove his way around the battle before ending up right behind the first rat (or right in front of Sergei, depending on how you looked at it). His stab was considerably less practiced, but (he hoped) it was enough.

All little Timmy Bobbysoxer knew was war. Oh, sure, he "knew" other things, like how to count to a thousand or how to make little Scorbunny ears with his shoelaces and so he wouldn't trip on them, but any time he tried to learn anything more, his thoughts would drift off to reminisce about his heroes. People like Oichi or Hideyoshi, even Nobunaga if he was in the right kind of mood, these were his people, even more than the kids at the playground who said they were totally into war, but when Timmy asked them what Pokémon was linked to the great warlord who had united the kingdom of Ransei, all they ever said was "what?" or "you made that place up." It was Eevee. True war historians would have known that. Timmy was a fan of Pokémon battling, too (who wasn't?), though it wasn't for the same reasons as everyone else, as far as he knew. It seemed to Timmy that to everyone else, a Pokémon battle was to demonstrate a trainer's bond with their Pokémon. That was what everyone said on TV, anyway. And Timmy could easily imagine caring about those same qualities. What he wanted, though, more than anything else, was the glory. Oh, to win a Pokémon battle! The stakes didn't matter to Timmy; even the mildest of confrontations would do. But the idea of winning, the idea of being congratulated by an opponent, when he closed his eyes he could almost see it happening right in front of him. All this (and more, but mostly this) was why, when Timmy Bobbysoxer turned ten years old, when the local Pokémon Professor announce they were giving out 'Dexes and Pokémon, he jumped at the call and ran all the way to the lab, just to get in line. He didn't even think about which specific Pokémon he wanted, he just knew that he had to have one. The line was already tremendous when Timmy got there. To his young eyes, it must have been a mile long. And yet, the Professor seemed to have just the perfect Pokémon for each child who approached. Kids who dug around in the dirt got Onixes and Geodudes. The twins who refused to leave each other's sides were handed a Plusle and a Minun. As the line slowly shrank and Timmy was able to get closer to the Pokémon left available, one immediately caught his eye. It was an Eevee. Of course! Who didn't know about his fascination? The Professor certainly would have known, and gone out and found just the right Eevee for him. It all made sense. Everything in Timmy's life up to that point made sense. Which was why, when Timmy's turn finally came and the Professor gave him a Pikachu along with his Pokédex and a few starting Pokéballs, while the kid behind him (the obe who was always indecisive and a bit boring) they got that coveted Eevee, Timmy was crushed. He tried not to let it show, after all, he hadn't even known it was an option until he was already in line, but deep down, he knew his disappointment was there for all to see. What good was a Pikachu anyway? Sure, Timmy had heard of Pikachu that could surf or could wrestle or race faster than any other Pokémon, but none of that was useful to Timmy. An Eevee could be anything. A Pikachu was just an electric rat. It would be no surprise to anyone, then, that Timmy Bobbysoxer's first Pokémon battle was against that dirty, stinking kid who'd taken his Eevee. The battle was as fierce as endless volleys of thundershocks and tackles could be, but it was Timmy and his Pikachu who came out on top. But then something Timmy was never able to explain happened. Or, to be more specific, nothing happened at all. His opponent just gathered up their fainted Pokémon and disappeared into the crowd of onlookers. They didn't even pay for Timmy's victory; the Professor had to do that after the fact. And worst of all, Timmy didn't feel anything. There was no glory in what had happened. Even the onlookers, who had politely clapped when it was all over, had already started to disperse. Timmy Bobbysoxer is still chasing victory. Sure, he has won many Pokémon battles, but he's never quite achieved that sense of elation that he's looking for. The idea of that feeling grows stronger by the day, too. The bigger his accomplishment, the bigger his inevitable disappointment becomes. It's become almost too much to bear. And Timmy's never seen that Eevee kid again. He wants to. He wants to make the Eevee kid apologise from taking his glorious moment away from him. But even though he gets glimpses out of the corner of his eye, even though he'll occasionally hear an Eevee happily cry out after it's trainer, whenever he looks, he never sees anyone or any Pokémon of the sort. (oc dont steal)

This was what Elsie had been looking for. When she’d offered to spar with anyone and everyone, her primary focus was a need and/or want (depending on how honest she was being) to prove her worth to the group. It was a focus she’d succeeded pretty well at doing when fighting Tricky, thank you very much. The other need, though, was to see what she who exactly she was going to be working with. She needed to make sure they were her equal. And while “equal” was a pretty strong adjective in relation to the young witch, she still couldn’t help but feel satisfaction and awe at the beast and the dragon slayer locked in combat down below. The other half of the room had its own action going on as well. A whole new batch of combatants had arrived: Wada, Lucine, Lach, and… well, she couldn’t actually remember the last person’s name (she hadn’t said it, right? Didn’t cats have, like, three different names?) but her presence certainly did not go unnoticed. In fact, it seemed like she was trying to be noticed; she was posing like she was trying to distract everyone around her. She wasn’t fighting, though, and now that Elsie was looking, neither was Lach. Had he been, though? He certainly looked pretty worse for wear, and Elsie had spent a pretty long time just ogling the image of that beast and the dragonslayer locked in combat. She hadn’t even seen them come in, after all. She flew a bit closer to get a better look, and that only confirmed her suspicions. He had to have been hit by something, and - “Elsie!” Elsie flinched as a massive BOOM erupted not too far from where she’d just positioned herself. The Dragon Slayer and The Thing-That-Had-Been-Alexandre were both now pressed against the ceiling close -- too close -- to where she’d just been, and though they remained there for what seemed like an eternity, The Dragon Slayer did eventually bring his opponent back down to earth. She took a few breaths and looked over at her shoulder. Corbin looked pretty shaken, from the way his feathers were ruffled to the way he looked this way and that or how he simply radiated stress and worry. “I’m alright,” Elsie said. “Thanks.” That seemed to calm Corbin down a little, but now that she was paying attention to him, his excess fear was starting to rub off on her. Even if she did stay, where even was she supposed to be looking? She told Alexandre she could handle herself, and she had meant it, but with so much going on and how spent she’d been, it only would have taken one errant projectile or flying combatant to knock her off. Elsie guided her broom down closer to Lach and called out to him. “Hey, you okay?” she said, “I fought Tricky earlier and I think I saw what I wanted, so I was gonna head out. You looked pretty spent so I figured-” She heard The Dragon Slayer saying something in the distance and cut herself off. “I’m going to throw you at the raven girl,” was what she managed to hear. “Yeah, I’m not really into getting huge monsters thrown at me, so now seems like a good time. Can you walk or do you need me to fly you out of here?”

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What else was there to say? Nothing, right? Chris racked his brain as he ate his portion of the now-shared apple pie and came away thinking the same things Sergei and Estellise and even some of what Lana had already said. They had to be ready for anything because the dungeon was going to throw anything at them. Making any other plans without seeing what that “anything” was was a fool’s errand. He chewed on it a bit more -- about as long as he spent chewing on his food -- before following Estellise out the door.Chris hadn’t had any trouble when the guard had asked each of their names; he was still plenty proud of his even if plenty other people weren’t. The trouble was with the “family you represent,” because despite that pride, he definitely didn’t think declaring himself their representative was the best idea. Again, though, Estellise took charge. A preliminary investigation or whatever she was talking about? Sure, that worked. All he had to do, then, was say, “Christopher Ellwood. Um, I’m with her,” and sneak right past. The first stretch of the dungeon itself reminded Chris a lot of an old wine cellar he’d stumbled upon while he was wandering Ellwood Manor shirking some responsibility or other (not that he could remember too clearly which one it was). They both had that same dank atmosphere, though the smell was significantly different. The dungeon’s was just… indescribable, or at least without compare to anything Chris had encountered before. He closed his eyes to get a better picture of it, and just managed to barely avoid crashing into the rest of his group, who had stopped at a crossroads. “Our first decision!” Estellise said. “Right-hand rule, so left, right?” Lana said. Chris frowned. “It was always the left-hand rule for me. Maybe that’s because I’m left-handed, though? I mean-” Sergei cut in. “Left it is.” “- yeah, okay, let’s do this.” Sergei had even volunteered to go first, which was even more of an upside and even more of an excuse not to argue about it now. Chris followed close behind, peeking forward past the hulk of a man where he could to get a better look at whatever was coming next.

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