MoogerMint
Hopping up to the topmost level of the stairs, Margarita stood gawking at the long hallway. Look at all those doors! She waited patiently for Myrrh to arrive to the top before trying to do anything drastic, but her eagerness was only spurred on by the more activity they encountered along the way. As it was, the grimer-girl almost appeared like she had had a little too much sugar, but her insistence on playing the part of the super spy never left her forethoughts. "Hey Myrrh-Myrrh? I'm gonna go open all the doors on this floor. It'll help speed things up, I think, and I don't think anyone is left up here," she explained before dashing off, apparently patient enough to give information but not to wait for instruction.
While she wasn't the most careful about opening the doors quietly, Margarita was at least being mindful not to swing them open too forcibly, either. There were quite the variety of rooms, it was rather excessive! Most of them didn't take much effort to open, but she had to ram her shoulder into one that was locked, having thought that it was perhaps just jammed. The small library was quickly left behind as the grimer blazed a trail of door-opening, until her progress was hindered by a door with a larger lock. Struggling with it for a moment, she whined and called back to Myrrh, "Hey, I think this one is locked!"
Tyche Fortuna
As the grimer girl frantically ran about opening doors, Myrrh couldn’t help but be relieved that she had already checked the second floor. “Yeah,” she responded to the other girl’s statement, “these keys should fix it. Just give me a second.” Fiddling with the keys, she began trying them, one by one. “It might take me a moment with the safe in there; if you want you can stick up the bedroom and stuff things down the toilet. I think I saw a plunger in there earlier. Don’t stuff his underwear down it though; we are going to burn those.” Fitting the right key into the lock, she popped it open. “Oh! And if you see anything you like, feel free to snag it. You should also poison gas his closet, I think? Does that sound good, Daisy?”
MoogerMint
Margarita was bouncing a little on her heels as she watched and waited for Myrrh to locate the correct key, absorbing the information like an excitedly antsy sponge. As soon as she was asked what she thought of the direction, she tallied the notes off on her fingers, one-by-one, "Mess things up, take shiny things, freshen up the closets, don't touch the underwear... got it! That sounds reeeal good!" She exclaimed mirthfully, eager to get to work as soon as her partner-in-crime got the locked door open. With a sharp nod, she tore back down the hallway; best not to waste any time!
First of all, she stopped by the bathroom to arm herself with the plunger and survey the damage she could do. Shower faucet, toilet, sink, check! There was plenty of toilet paper in the bathroom to utilize, but the girl wanted to be more creative with her clogging, so headed towards the bedroom. Taking a brief glance around the large area, she quickly maneuvered past the furnishings to the dresser, tugging out one drawer after another and carelessly discarding the ones she didn't want on the floor behind her until she landed on the one she was looking for. It was a bulky drawer, full with socks on one side and undergarments on the other. "Perfect!" she chirped, sliding it out and dispatching it to the edge of the bed, where she promptly attempted to scoop up all the socks into her arms like an excavation vehicle. It was as good as any place to leave a box of underwear -- easy enough access!
Pulling the socks into the bathroom, she unceremoniously dumped the contents of her hug onto the tiled floor, carefully hopping to the other side of it. She whipped the plunger out, holding it at the ready, and began dividing the pile up between the various drains in the room. Once they was adequately assigned, she made quick work of using the suction power of the plunger to make sure the fixtures had a hard time working as they were meant to. Turning around, the girl noticed she had missed a stray sock on the floor. Picking it up, the grimer took a brief glance around before an idea struck her; taking the permanent marker back out, she drew a goofy face on the end of the sock and placed it over the head of the shower head before heading out to cause more mayhem.
Margarita nearly whizzed right past the bedroom again, but came to a skidding halt when she remembered with a start more of the instruction that Myrrh had given. Nearly tripping on the haphazardly tossed dresser drawers and their spilled contents, she ripped open the closet and nearly used her Poison Gas ability until she saw the trench coat. It didn't take her long to contemplate taking it, and as soon as it was slung over her shoulder, her move was used and the door was promptly slammed shut, some nice shirts slid over and jammed into the bottom gap of the door to keep it from escaping until opened. "Surprise!" she sang quietly, hopping back over the obstacles and making her way back down the hallway.
As she moved, she trailed the plunger along the walls and doors to her right, giving everything a nice, light sheen of toilet water. It seemed like a lot of the doors were locked, and harder to bust open without a better battering ram than a rubber bathroom utensil. She kept trying, though, and managed to force her way through the lock to what appeared to be a security room. Margarita was cautious about entering, nearly tiptoeing as she set the plunger aside and headed for one of the middle consoles to scrutinize the blank monitors, and then her gaze lowered to spot the knobs and buttons and sliders. With a pout, she realized this place would look pretty flashy if the power were still intact, and she tried to press a button to emphasize the thought. Ah well, time to start dismantling! Equipping the plunger in both hands once more, she took a swing at the monitor she had only moments before been imagining a convenience store live feed on. "An' you're outta here!" she cackled.
Tyche Fortuna
Her friend sent on her mission of mischief, Myrrh slid into the office. Scanning the room, she grinned. There was a safe, a desk, some random furniture, and a fireplace. The safe was her first stop. Taking a deep breath, she stuck her head inside it. Even with her night vision, it was a bit too dark to see its contents. Being able to go inside, did have its advantages though. Sticking her ears right up to the inner workings of the locking mechanism, her right hand, which was still on the outside, began to turn the dial. As she twisted the dial, she heard a light click. This won’t be that hard! Soon she had hit the second number, which was followed by the third. As the safe slid open, she suddenly felt something she hadn’t felt since she was still a pokemon.
It knocked her backwards, onto her rear. She could feel their presence, the others that had shared her stone. She could faintly hear the echo of an indistinct voice; it was impossible to make out, but she knew it was there. For a moment she panicked; she did not want to deal with them, not now, not ever. She wasn’t sure what had caused them to make an appearance, even if it was a faint appearance, but the only thing that made sense was that she had become incorporeal so much tonight. She had done it in the past, from time to time, but it was only once here or there, never multiple times in a night. After a few moments, she felt the feeling pass, but she knew she would have to be careful. She didn’t want to risk them coming back; she didn’t want to make the voices stronger. For the first time in recent memory, she felt fear. She was determined not to let it get the best of her, though. “I’ll just have to not ghost so much,” she muttered to herself, forcing a sheepish laugh.
Trying to shake it off, she stood up and forced herself to continue the mission. Pulling the safe door open, she finally got a look inside. The first thing to pop into view was a large pile of money. She slid some gloves on and then pulled the stack of money out and set it on the desk. Next she pulled out a stack of paperwork. Eager for the distraction, she went through the pile of papers. There was a lot in there that had nothing to do with her mission, but she did find the original deed, as well as some papers referring to the rightful owner, not by that term, of course. Some of the other papers were construction plans for some sort of building to be built on the shrine. He won’t be needing these. Crumpling them up, she tossed them into the unlit fireplace. Also in the stack, there were blueprints for a building that already existed. After considering the possible for future lootings, she folded them carefully and slid them into a pouch. Phase 3, part 2 Searching his desk, she pulled out some papers that were blank, except for a letterhead with Giovanni’s name on it, as well as a small envelope, a large manila envelope, and a pen. Carefully, she began to write a letter, meant for a local news station. In it, she described how Giovanni had personally discovered the cause of the recent outbreak of freak storms. She wrote how he had recently acquired land that, unbeknownst to him at the time, had contained a shrine to the Legendary pokemon Landorus, and that he was returning the land to its previous owner, a descendent of the original shrine keepers, as well as donating a substantial sum of money, to go to the repair of the shrine. Of course, as she wrote it, she phrased it as if she was Giovanni, describing what had been done in first person. With a grin, she pulled his personal seal out of the drawer and stamped the bottom of the document. Folding it carefully, she slid it into the empty envelope.
As for the larger envelope, she stuffed the original deed, as well as most of the large stack of bills. She did pocket a few hundred, though, for services rendered. Sticking both envelopes into a pouch, she placed the forge deed, as well as the rest of the paperwork, into the fireplace. Taking one last look at the desk, she grabbed a pokeball that seemed to be on display. Heading out of the room, she called out to Margarita, “Ok, lets burn the underwear.”
MoogerMint
By the time that Myrrh's voice was heard from the hallway, Margarita had taken out all but one monitor (which she still managed to crack the screen of), messed with a bunch of switches, and somehow lodged the chair into the front panel in an effort to dislodge it to get at the wiring within. The grimer's mouth tweaked a bit in contemplation for a moment at the progress, slinging the plunger up to rest at her shoulder like a rifle. Ah well, it was a good enough effort at destruction. "Coming!" she responded before even turning to leave, dashing out the door to locate the drawer still half-full of undergarments on the foot of the bed in the other room.
The drawer was much more difficult to maneuver than the girl had initially anticipated, the length succeeding in its attempts to play like a see-saw in her arms when she wasn't paying close enough attention to the distribution of weight. It didn't help that, more than once, the end of it clipped the wall. Regardless, she managed to pinpoint which room it was that had the fireplace in it -- it hadn't been one that she had worked to mess with, or even seen the inside of, for that matter.
Carelessly, she dropped the drawer on the otherwise orderly desk, knocking a stack of papers to the floor that had grown to a height above the rest. Sliding the underwear to one side, closest the fireplace, Margarita grabbed one and fit the elastic band around her thumbs, as though she were going to use it as a slingshot, "Got the ammunition ready, Captain!"
Tyche Fortuna
“Good work,” Myrrh responded with a nod. Grabbing the papers, which she had previously set down, she rolled them up tight. Pulling out the lighter she set the far end ablaze. Grabbing the knob on the fireplace, she turned it, allowing it to begin releasing gas. Quickly, she shoved the end of the papers into the fireplace and it quickly lit. She watched the paperwork, in her hand, burn down to the point that it nearly burnt her fingers, then tossed it inside. As the last bits burned up, she began tossing underwear into the fire place. “Come on, let’s get them all in there.”
MoogerMint
Margarita waited patiently, underwear still stretched by the elastic and ready for launch, as Myrrh made the first move to burn the paperwork. The grimer wasn't using Fling this time, so she didn't want to accidentally miss the fireplace and hit Myrrh or the burning papers in hand with a misfired pair of undergarments. As soon as she was given the cue, though, the closest thumb to her pulled back and released, smacking right into the growing flames. "Bullseye!" she cheered, pumping a fist at the air in victory.
Eagerly, she moved to scoop out a bunch of the underwear from the drawer, oblivious to how awkward a thing that might have been for any normal individual with an enemy's undergarments. Toting them out, she decided to toss them each individually in, prolonging the thrill with each successive direct hit. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and soon the young grimer discovered her arms lacked the occupation of munitions. With a pout, she turned to Myrrh, "Ran out... So that's that?" She remembered that this was practically the last stop, and with all the destruction they had managed to cause so far, it was really not surprising -- there wasn't a whole lot more the two of them could do when under an indefinite but definitely-present time limit.
Tyche Fortuna
“Well, we are just about finished….”Myrrh began, and then trailed off, as she led her companion to the bathroom. Deftly, she grabbed small towels that had been hung about the room, and began stuffing them into the sink drains and the bath tub drain. Grinning, she then proceeded to turn the water on in the sinks and in the bath tub. “Well, I think that about does it…” Myrrh stated, “Anything else you want to do before we leave?”
MoogerMint
Margarita followed closely behind Myrrh, enveloped in an eternal curiosity for the imagination the spiritomb had at her disposal tonight. She still did not fully understand what they were doing here, other than to mess the place up but good, though that never really seemed to dampen a situation to lack the proper knowledge of it. Did she really need to understand, as long as they were having fun?
Gaping, she realized that she had forgotten to turn on the fixtures in the bathroom, as Myrrh took extra precautions that they were properly clogged. Brandishing her plunger, Margarita made sure the toilet was also still clogged fully before tapping a few times on the handle to flush it, quickly skittering out the door as she did so -- wet shoes were a bit difficult to move around in, after all! "Ahh..." she considered, making sure Myrrh was out of the bathroom before deciding to douse the room in a blast of Poison Gas and slamming the door behind her. Quickly, she took off down the hall toward the staircase, waving and calling to her partner-in-crime, "Quick, it's gonna blow!" No it wasn't flammable, but it was more fun to pretend the place was about to explode anyway.
Tyche Fortuna
As Margarita flushed the toilet, Myrrh quickly hurried out the bathroom door; she was not about to get soaked in toilet water. After her companion released a blast of gas, Myrrh took off, passing her companion. She was in no rush to get a whiff of that poison. Leaping in the air, she landed on the staircase’s handrail and slid down it. Upon reaching the bottom, she jumped off and landed on the, still unconscious, large guard.
After making sure her friend was still with her, she ran out the front door and into the tree line. After making sure they were alone, she stated, “Next stop, the news station!”
MoogerMint
Margarita giggled, briefly covering her ears as she ran down the hall and nearly stumbled down the stairs. She took the spiritomb's lead and grabbed hold of the rail, but bypassed the blockade at the bottom and spun over the edge. She slid a bit down before releasing her hold, tucking herself in a bit on landing and making for the door like a man on fire. Time to stop the press!
Hopping up to the topmost level of the stairs, Margarita stood gawking at the long hallway. Look at all those doors! She waited patiently for Myrrh to arrive to the top before trying to do anything drastic, but her eagerness was only spurred on by the more activity they encountered along the way. As it was, the grimer-girl almost appeared like she had had a little too much sugar, but her insistence on playing the part of the super spy never left her forethoughts. "Hey Myrrh-Myrrh? I'm gonna go open all the doors on this floor. It'll help speed things up, I think, and I don't think anyone is left up here," she explained before dashing off, apparently patient enough to give information but not to wait for instruction.
While she wasn't the most careful about opening the doors quietly, Margarita was at least being mindful not to swing them open too forcibly, either. There were quite the variety of rooms, it was rather excessive! Most of them didn't take much effort to open, but she had to ram her shoulder into one that was locked, having thought that it was perhaps just jammed. The small library was quickly left behind as the grimer blazed a trail of door-opening, until her progress was hindered by a door with a larger lock. Struggling with it for a moment, she whined and called back to Myrrh, "Hey, I think this one is locked!"
Tyche Fortuna
As the grimer girl frantically ran about opening doors, Myrrh couldn’t help but be relieved that she had already checked the second floor. “Yeah,” she responded to the other girl’s statement, “these keys should fix it. Just give me a second.” Fiddling with the keys, she began trying them, one by one. “It might take me a moment with the safe in there; if you want you can stick up the bedroom and stuff things down the toilet. I think I saw a plunger in there earlier. Don’t stuff his underwear down it though; we are going to burn those.” Fitting the right key into the lock, she popped it open. “Oh! And if you see anything you like, feel free to snag it. You should also poison gas his closet, I think? Does that sound good, Daisy?”
MoogerMint
Margarita was bouncing a little on her heels as she watched and waited for Myrrh to locate the correct key, absorbing the information like an excitedly antsy sponge. As soon as she was asked what she thought of the direction, she tallied the notes off on her fingers, one-by-one, "Mess things up, take shiny things, freshen up the closets, don't touch the underwear... got it! That sounds reeeal good!" She exclaimed mirthfully, eager to get to work as soon as her partner-in-crime got the locked door open. With a sharp nod, she tore back down the hallway; best not to waste any time!
First of all, she stopped by the bathroom to arm herself with the plunger and survey the damage she could do. Shower faucet, toilet, sink, check! There was plenty of toilet paper in the bathroom to utilize, but the girl wanted to be more creative with her clogging, so headed towards the bedroom. Taking a brief glance around the large area, she quickly maneuvered past the furnishings to the dresser, tugging out one drawer after another and carelessly discarding the ones she didn't want on the floor behind her until she landed on the one she was looking for. It was a bulky drawer, full with socks on one side and undergarments on the other. "Perfect!" she chirped, sliding it out and dispatching it to the edge of the bed, where she promptly attempted to scoop up all the socks into her arms like an excavation vehicle. It was as good as any place to leave a box of underwear -- easy enough access!
Pulling the socks into the bathroom, she unceremoniously dumped the contents of her hug onto the tiled floor, carefully hopping to the other side of it. She whipped the plunger out, holding it at the ready, and began dividing the pile up between the various drains in the room. Once they was adequately assigned, she made quick work of using the suction power of the plunger to make sure the fixtures had a hard time working as they were meant to. Turning around, the girl noticed she had missed a stray sock on the floor. Picking it up, the grimer took a brief glance around before an idea struck her; taking the permanent marker back out, she drew a goofy face on the end of the sock and placed it over the head of the shower head before heading out to cause more mayhem.
Margarita nearly whizzed right past the bedroom again, but came to a skidding halt when she remembered with a start more of the instruction that Myrrh had given. Nearly tripping on the haphazardly tossed dresser drawers and their spilled contents, she ripped open the closet and nearly used her Poison Gas ability until she saw the trench coat. It didn't take her long to contemplate taking it, and as soon as it was slung over her shoulder, her move was used and the door was promptly slammed shut, some nice shirts slid over and jammed into the bottom gap of the door to keep it from escaping until opened. "Surprise!" she sang quietly, hopping back over the obstacles and making her way back down the hallway.
As she moved, she trailed the plunger along the walls and doors to her right, giving everything a nice, light sheen of toilet water. It seemed like a lot of the doors were locked, and harder to bust open without a better battering ram than a rubber bathroom utensil. She kept trying, though, and managed to force her way through the lock to what appeared to be a security room. Margarita was cautious about entering, nearly tiptoeing as she set the plunger aside and headed for one of the middle consoles to scrutinize the blank monitors, and then her gaze lowered to spot the knobs and buttons and sliders. With a pout, she realized this place would look pretty flashy if the power were still intact, and she tried to press a button to emphasize the thought. Ah well, time to start dismantling! Equipping the plunger in both hands once more, she took a swing at the monitor she had only moments before been imagining a convenience store live feed on. "An' you're outta here!" she cackled.
Tyche Fortuna
Her friend sent on her mission of mischief, Myrrh slid into the office. Scanning the room, she grinned. There was a safe, a desk, some random furniture, and a fireplace. The safe was her first stop. Taking a deep breath, she stuck her head inside it. Even with her night vision, it was a bit too dark to see its contents. Being able to go inside, did have its advantages though. Sticking her ears right up to the inner workings of the locking mechanism, her right hand, which was still on the outside, began to turn the dial. As she twisted the dial, she heard a light click. This won’t be that hard! Soon she had hit the second number, which was followed by the third. As the safe slid open, she suddenly felt something she hadn’t felt since she was still a pokemon.
It knocked her backwards, onto her rear. She could feel their presence, the others that had shared her stone. She could faintly hear the echo of an indistinct voice; it was impossible to make out, but she knew it was there. For a moment she panicked; she did not want to deal with them, not now, not ever. She wasn’t sure what had caused them to make an appearance, even if it was a faint appearance, but the only thing that made sense was that she had become incorporeal so much tonight. She had done it in the past, from time to time, but it was only once here or there, never multiple times in a night. After a few moments, she felt the feeling pass, but she knew she would have to be careful. She didn’t want to risk them coming back; she didn’t want to make the voices stronger. For the first time in recent memory, she felt fear. She was determined not to let it get the best of her, though. “I’ll just have to not ghost so much,” she muttered to herself, forcing a sheepish laugh.
Trying to shake it off, she stood up and forced herself to continue the mission. Pulling the safe door open, she finally got a look inside. The first thing to pop into view was a large pile of money. She slid some gloves on and then pulled the stack of money out and set it on the desk. Next she pulled out a stack of paperwork. Eager for the distraction, she went through the pile of papers. There was a lot in there that had nothing to do with her mission, but she did find the original deed, as well as some papers referring to the rightful owner, not by that term, of course. Some of the other papers were construction plans for some sort of building to be built on the shrine. He won’t be needing these. Crumpling them up, she tossed them into the unlit fireplace. Also in the stack, there were blueprints for a building that already existed. After considering the possible for future lootings, she folded them carefully and slid them into a pouch. Phase 3, part 2 Searching his desk, she pulled out some papers that were blank, except for a letterhead with Giovanni’s name on it, as well as a small envelope, a large manila envelope, and a pen. Carefully, she began to write a letter, meant for a local news station. In it, she described how Giovanni had personally discovered the cause of the recent outbreak of freak storms. She wrote how he had recently acquired land that, unbeknownst to him at the time, had contained a shrine to the Legendary pokemon Landorus, and that he was returning the land to its previous owner, a descendent of the original shrine keepers, as well as donating a substantial sum of money, to go to the repair of the shrine. Of course, as she wrote it, she phrased it as if she was Giovanni, describing what had been done in first person. With a grin, she pulled his personal seal out of the drawer and stamped the bottom of the document. Folding it carefully, she slid it into the empty envelope.
As for the larger envelope, she stuffed the original deed, as well as most of the large stack of bills. She did pocket a few hundred, though, for services rendered. Sticking both envelopes into a pouch, she placed the forge deed, as well as the rest of the paperwork, into the fireplace. Taking one last look at the desk, she grabbed a pokeball that seemed to be on display. Heading out of the room, she called out to Margarita, “Ok, lets burn the underwear.”
MoogerMint
By the time that Myrrh's voice was heard from the hallway, Margarita had taken out all but one monitor (which she still managed to crack the screen of), messed with a bunch of switches, and somehow lodged the chair into the front panel in an effort to dislodge it to get at the wiring within. The grimer's mouth tweaked a bit in contemplation for a moment at the progress, slinging the plunger up to rest at her shoulder like a rifle. Ah well, it was a good enough effort at destruction. "Coming!" she responded before even turning to leave, dashing out the door to locate the drawer still half-full of undergarments on the foot of the bed in the other room.
The drawer was much more difficult to maneuver than the girl had initially anticipated, the length succeeding in its attempts to play like a see-saw in her arms when she wasn't paying close enough attention to the distribution of weight. It didn't help that, more than once, the end of it clipped the wall. Regardless, she managed to pinpoint which room it was that had the fireplace in it -- it hadn't been one that she had worked to mess with, or even seen the inside of, for that matter.
Carelessly, she dropped the drawer on the otherwise orderly desk, knocking a stack of papers to the floor that had grown to a height above the rest. Sliding the underwear to one side, closest the fireplace, Margarita grabbed one and fit the elastic band around her thumbs, as though she were going to use it as a slingshot, "Got the ammunition ready, Captain!"
Tyche Fortuna
“Good work,” Myrrh responded with a nod. Grabbing the papers, which she had previously set down, she rolled them up tight. Pulling out the lighter she set the far end ablaze. Grabbing the knob on the fireplace, she turned it, allowing it to begin releasing gas. Quickly, she shoved the end of the papers into the fireplace and it quickly lit. She watched the paperwork, in her hand, burn down to the point that it nearly burnt her fingers, then tossed it inside. As the last bits burned up, she began tossing underwear into the fire place. “Come on, let’s get them all in there.”
MoogerMint
Margarita waited patiently, underwear still stretched by the elastic and ready for launch, as Myrrh made the first move to burn the paperwork. The grimer wasn't using Fling this time, so she didn't want to accidentally miss the fireplace and hit Myrrh or the burning papers in hand with a misfired pair of undergarments. As soon as she was given the cue, though, the closest thumb to her pulled back and released, smacking right into the growing flames. "Bullseye!" she cheered, pumping a fist at the air in victory.
Eagerly, she moved to scoop out a bunch of the underwear from the drawer, oblivious to how awkward a thing that might have been for any normal individual with an enemy's undergarments. Toting them out, she decided to toss them each individually in, prolonging the thrill with each successive direct hit. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and soon the young grimer discovered her arms lacked the occupation of munitions. With a pout, she turned to Myrrh, "Ran out... So that's that?" She remembered that this was practically the last stop, and with all the destruction they had managed to cause so far, it was really not surprising -- there wasn't a whole lot more the two of them could do when under an indefinite but definitely-present time limit.
Tyche Fortuna
“Well, we are just about finished….”Myrrh began, and then trailed off, as she led her companion to the bathroom. Deftly, she grabbed small towels that had been hung about the room, and began stuffing them into the sink drains and the bath tub drain. Grinning, she then proceeded to turn the water on in the sinks and in the bath tub. “Well, I think that about does it…” Myrrh stated, “Anything else you want to do before we leave?”
MoogerMint
Margarita followed closely behind Myrrh, enveloped in an eternal curiosity for the imagination the spiritomb had at her disposal tonight. She still did not fully understand what they were doing here, other than to mess the place up but good, though that never really seemed to dampen a situation to lack the proper knowledge of it. Did she really need to understand, as long as they were having fun?
Gaping, she realized that she had forgotten to turn on the fixtures in the bathroom, as Myrrh took extra precautions that they were properly clogged. Brandishing her plunger, Margarita made sure the toilet was also still clogged fully before tapping a few times on the handle to flush it, quickly skittering out the door as she did so -- wet shoes were a bit difficult to move around in, after all! "Ahh..." she considered, making sure Myrrh was out of the bathroom before deciding to douse the room in a blast of Poison Gas and slamming the door behind her. Quickly, she took off down the hall toward the staircase, waving and calling to her partner-in-crime, "Quick, it's gonna blow!" No it wasn't flammable, but it was more fun to pretend the place was about to explode anyway.
Tyche Fortuna
As Margarita flushed the toilet, Myrrh quickly hurried out the bathroom door; she was not about to get soaked in toilet water. After her companion released a blast of gas, Myrrh took off, passing her companion. She was in no rush to get a whiff of that poison. Leaping in the air, she landed on the staircase’s handrail and slid down it. Upon reaching the bottom, she jumped off and landed on the, still unconscious, large guard.
After making sure her friend was still with her, she ran out the front door and into the tree line. After making sure they were alone, she stated, “Next stop, the news station!”
MoogerMint
Margarita giggled, briefly covering her ears as she ran down the hall and nearly stumbled down the stairs. She took the spiritomb's lead and grabbed hold of the rail, but bypassed the blockade at the bottom and spun over the edge. She slid a bit down before releasing her hold, tucking herself in a bit on landing and making for the door like a man on fire. Time to stop the press!
* * *
Calcifer attempted to get a better hold of the stone statue lodged in the hollow of the tree as some of the rain managed to seep its way past the upper canopy of this small forested area they now found themselves in. She had ducked her head into the hole in an attempt to locate a better handhold on the large thing, but it was too dark and cramped to see in there. Popping her head above the oddly-shaped carving, she noticed Terra pick up and stash away something that the burmy-girl had found lying on the ground. In fact, she was just about to ask what it was when her hand slipped, causing her to snatch onto a different part of the statue so as not to fall over. With the effort, the hybrid-child yanked a part of one of the corners free, making it easier to maneuver out of the hole once Terra neared.
She didn't notice the shifting earth right away, enveloped in the surprise that arose when her hand graced over an etched out word on the otherwise smooth stone surface. Scrutinizing the text, worn out over the years by the weather, were difficult to make out, "That's an L... Laaah... Laaand..." Her eyes went wide, "No way, it couldn't be. Is this thing from..?"
There wasn't any time left to properly react to what appeared to be a subsection from a building that should not be out so far from its origin. Before she had the time to give more than a cryptic exclamation to the effect, the floor was splitting beneath her feet, a violent reaction to the tempests of a cranky earth god. Calcifer lost her footing and tumbled into the newly-created crevice, only able to right herself just enough to fall hard on her knees... in an underground body of water. It was shallow enough not to engulf her head once she came to a full stop, but that was probably the least of her concerns as the statue landed with a splash just in front of her. The girl shrieked and pulled back further into the water, sputtering a bit of water before she realized the stone statue had missed hitting her altogether. She stared for a moment, disorientation and confusion fading as she chanced a look around the place they now found themselves in.
With a start, she turned her head abruptly to Terra, the burmy having landed safely in a pile of sand. Nevertheless, she wanted to make sure, "Terra, are you alright?" It was quite the fall, after all! Nervously, she looked back into the water and around the walls, trying to see if there was any way out of here -- they sure couldn't scale back up the way they came in!
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Cardice watched as the group began to chat amongst themselves. A few were consoling others, there were some introductions, some observations made... it all seemed fairly normal behavior. Everyone's towering stature did nothing to ease the skittish helioptile's nervousness, but at least their altogether pleasant demeanors did; they didn't seem threatening at all, as long as they didn't get too close while he was on the ground like this! After all, there was nothing quite like getting one's tail stepped on...
Holly's invitation did not go unnoticed, but it took the reptile a bit of time to realize it in his distraction. His attention flinched back to the bushes where he thought he had felt something, eyes on the group, and now he realized he was pretty sure he saw a faint shadow moving under the cover of darkness. Perhaps it was the atmosphere he was getting off of the others, but it didn't feel hostile. Shy, maybe? That is, if he wasn't just seeing a swaying branch or something.
Carefully, he inched back over, Holly's hat still held tight to his person. If someone was hiding in there, he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention, so the volume of his voice remained low as he spoke to the one playing a one-sided game of hide-and-seek, <<If you're shy, it's okay, you don't need to hide! Come on out! It's better to travel in a group anyway.>> He hesitated a moment, but considered that the worst saying any of this could accomplish was him talking to some inanimate object. As long as it wasn't some sort of predator...
Cardice made an apprehensive retreat back to Holly then, but glanced once behind himself before reaching her offered arm, just in case it really was just a timid individual hiding in the bushes. Scrambling to Holly's head, he resituated himself back onto her icy mop of curls, peeking only slightly under the brim of the hat now returned to its rightful owner. He noticed Llyr pull out some berries for Escher, waving his tail slightly out the back of the hat as the pokémon realized he knew what those were, and what they were used for. <<Oh good thinking!>> he chirped, hoping they'd help the fallen poké-child regain his strength.
There was a slight twinge of homesickness at the thought, though -- if he were back home, Cardice would be able to help out so much better. He knew where his stash of healing potions was located! With a slight whimper, he buried his face a moment. When he reappeared, he peered down at Holly and tapped her on the forehead with a tiny hand, <<Hey, Holly? W-Where are we going?>> These people... it sounded like they wanted to head toward the source of all this weird weather. That couldn't be right, that was just crazy!
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
The ball's in your court now! :3
Cornetified
Also Corny, not sure where Kirsi is exactly but Calcifer and Terra can bump into her at any time now that they're near some water. xD
