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(2/10)


The darkness left her hearing sounds ...sounds she couldn't account for in the darkness. A splash, something scurrying ...and then ...something that made her skin crawl as she swore she heard something giving it's last call of death.

She wasn't sure what she was hearing, but since she felt no cracks of electricity from Aella nor the pokemon's fur standing on end ...she choose to simply ignore it as she continued deeper into the place.

(4/10)

How far had she traveled? It was hard to judge distances without sight, and even harder to figure it out ....when there is nothing but darkness around you.

She sighed openly.

She was much more careful about where she put her foot down now. Testing the area before she would put her weight against it ..each step carefully done so as not to end up the muck again.

No, she didn't want to have another wet splash, especially considering she still had no idea what she put her foot into the first time.

Part of her longed for the light, but another part never wanted to see it again. One wish versus the other as Aella would shift on her head, and the girl freezes immediately.

Was there trouble up ahead?

Light, soft but abrupt, would enter the girls world. It wasn't the bright clear light of the sun, nor the yellowish illumination of a lamp, but a dull green light which nearly melded with the scenery. Of course, that would be because it was an intrical part of her very surroundings. When Victoria drew close enough, she would find the source of the dull illumination was a moss, or rather a series of it, clinging to the walls and ceiling. In the darkness, the rootless plant was glowing, providing just enough light to see, and continuing to do so down the rest of the tunnel.

The light of the moss also allowed the child to see the Goldeen three feet in front of her, one which was clearly very very dead.

Deeper into the tunnels the girl would go, oblivious to the eyes which watcher her from amidst the murk. Muffled by the sludgy water, she would miss the snapping of jaws as the Goldeen's body was pulled below rather then simply sinking.

The dry reek of the area would suddenly grow worse, the wall of smell like walking into a concrete wall for even the most nasally insensitive. Worse yet, the odor would grow more terrible with each passing second,as if she were walking toward the source...or perhaps the source was walking toward her.

Slowly, a Trubbish would step into view of the child and her Pokemon...and unlike the one she'd encountered back on this island, this one acted precisely how it appeared.

Wearing a slight dazed expression, the Trubbish would scratch at it's stomach with partially rotted hands, then belch a small cloud of thick purple gas. Afterwards he would spit upon the ground, and scratch himself further, half lidded eyes now looking up at the girl.

One of his plastic textured ear tufts would lift up, the other would lower, then they would perform the reverse. Another scratch, a little picky at his teeth, and the disgusting little creature would finally speak ">...got any trash?<" He asked, sounding like a rather slovenly house-guest asking for a sandwich.

For a moment the Trubbish would make no sound other then that of him chewing on something...exactly what, the girl and her Emolga likely didn't want to know. Finally, scratching his belly again, he would speak ">Down the tunnel's kinda far...<" He'd state, his tone rather bored and lazy ">...sure you couldn't make me some?<" The Trubbish asked, scratching his stomach a few more times.

Suddenly the cheeks of the Poison-Type would puff out, his eyes going a bit cross-eyed. For a moment, it almost looked like he was going to lose his lunch, a though worsened by the idea that he might then eat it. Lifting one small hand, the Trubbish would begin beating hard upon what passed for both his stomach and chest. Then his mouth would open, revealing row upon row of knife like teeth, and releasing a thick, stinging cloud of Poison Gas! As the belch came to an end, the Trubbish would seem oblivious to what he'd just put the girl and her Emolga in; if Victoria wasn't careful, both she and her Pokemon would be in a whole heap of trouble!


Trubbish [M]
Lv 4
Nature: Lax
Stats:
HP:19/PP:19/ATK:10/DEF:12/SPD:11/SP-ATK:9/SP-DEF:9
MOVES:
- Pound
- Poison Gas
- Haze
- Recycle

[Roll to evade!]

There was no stopping that Gas however, the stench was too powerful, the poison too strong. Though Aella had been saved, Victoria would not be so lucky. Poison was Poison, whether you were human or Pokemon. The Poison Gas would enter her lungs and spread to be bloodstream. Colour would rise to her cheeks, not the typical red one would expect, but a misty deep purple. The Trainer had been poisoned and not the Pokemon!

[VICTORIA HAS BEEN POISONED! +1 INJURY EVER 10 NON-COMBAT POSTS!]

[AFTER EACH INJURY ROLL 1D20 TO SEE IF THE POISON HAS RUN IT'S COURSE! MUST ROLL HIGHER THEN ROLL THAT CAUSED POISON!]

...And there the Trubbish would continue to stand, simply waiting it out for the girl to fall. Once the poison took it's course, she and all her stuff would technically be trash.

The Trubbish's eyes would go wide in response to the sight of those bubbles, a shudder running through his entire body straight from his soul. Was...was that water? Pure and unpolluted? CLEAN!? ">OH ARCEUS IT BUUUUUURNS!!!<" The Poison-Type would scream, his voice high and girly...and the Bubble's hadn't even touched him yet.

Briefly, the Pokemon would run around in circles, panicking like it was the end of all things. In doing so he would bring himself closer to the Horesea, oddly having managed to avoid most of the Bubbles in the process. Leaping up, the Trubbish would bring one sludgy hand forward in an attempt to slap the Water-Type in a rather straightforward Pound. ">HOW DARE YOU TRY AND CLEAN ME!<"