DawningWinds
Ace Trainer
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Well look at that, I actually did finish; did the bottom row of my bingo card. All of them are over a hundred words by a fair bit, and none of them are quite as tied to the prompts as I would've liked, but I had fun writing these up regardless.
Lost
Lute didn’t know how long he’d been here. Or where he was, for that matter. The path he came into the forest didn’t seem to be the way out.
He was counting his steps, trying to do anything to keep himself sane. 998,143, 998,144, 999,145. The number seemed so big, but with legs shorter than the grass he was walking through, it felt like like barely moving. Lute was attacked by a pidgey shortly after he first came in; his little legs were almost the death of him- thank Arceus his spores released in time to slow it down.
Something moving caught Lute’s eye. It was on his left– no, his right, he could’ve sworn it was on his left an instant ago. It was bright; red and green and white. Stood out against the night like a beacon. And it seemed like it was trying to come right towards him.
A hawlucha. He need to release his spores now or–
“Hey there little guy,” the hawlucha said. “Lute, right? My name’s Marion.”
Darkness
It was occurring to Marion that there was probably a reason rescue teams didn’t go dungeoning at night. The dungeon had seemed much more… shifty, than any she’d visited during the day. She could walk down the same corridor twice, just minutes appart, and be pretty dang sure she wasn’t ending up in the same place. And she couldn’t see anything. Which made her less sure of whether or not she had just ended up in the same place she came from, but still pretty sure.
These were both strong reasons for Marion to stay home at night.
But. There was a morelull stuck here, who had a very worried older brother, which was a very strong reason for Marion to be here looking for him.
She puffed out her chest and kept moving, until she saw a faint blue glow in the room she was about to enter. Lute.
Without warning, Marion was on the opposite side of the room. She was now very sure the dungeon was extra shifty tonight.
But Marion would not be deterred, sprinting down towards the morelull, the only thing in the room she could see, moving fast so she could make sure the dungeon wouldn’t shift her away again. Lute’s light shifted to a bright red; that was nice, he was trying to get her attention.
“Hey there, little guy,” she said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “Lute, right? My name’s Marion.”
Escape
“Um…” Lute took a few steps back. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?”
The hawlucha– Marion– flapped her cape indignantly. “Eat you?” she said. “Of course not! I’m a rescuer. I came here to get you out of here.” A rescuer. He was in a dungeon.
Marion reached out with a claw and scooped Lute up without warning. He froze. “Hey, its okay, don’t be afraid,” Marion said, “I won’t hurt you; I just thought it’d be faster if I carried you, alright?” She slowly move the claw she was holding him in to place him on her back. Lute rooted himself into her feathers– this might be his only way out.
Marion walked for a while, chattering about everything under the sun. About her favorite foods, about her family, about how much she love her job as a rescuer–
“Um… if you don’t mind me asking,” Lute interjected. “don’t rescuers usually have badges to teleport them out?”
Marion flapped her wings with indignation again, nearly knocking Lute off. “Well, yeah, of course. But I decided not to bring mine! I needed the exercise!” she paused. “Besides, we’re almost out. I think."
Marion was right, Lute could see the exit. He’d be home with his family before sunrise.
Lost
Lute didn’t know how long he’d been here. Or where he was, for that matter. The path he came into the forest didn’t seem to be the way out.
He was counting his steps, trying to do anything to keep himself sane. 998,143, 998,144, 999,145. The number seemed so big, but with legs shorter than the grass he was walking through, it felt like like barely moving. Lute was attacked by a pidgey shortly after he first came in; his little legs were almost the death of him- thank Arceus his spores released in time to slow it down.
Something moving caught Lute’s eye. It was on his left– no, his right, he could’ve sworn it was on his left an instant ago. It was bright; red and green and white. Stood out against the night like a beacon. And it seemed like it was trying to come right towards him.
A hawlucha. He need to release his spores now or–
“Hey there little guy,” the hawlucha said. “Lute, right? My name’s Marion.”
Darkness
It was occurring to Marion that there was probably a reason rescue teams didn’t go dungeoning at night. The dungeon had seemed much more… shifty, than any she’d visited during the day. She could walk down the same corridor twice, just minutes appart, and be pretty dang sure she wasn’t ending up in the same place. And she couldn’t see anything. Which made her less sure of whether or not she had just ended up in the same place she came from, but still pretty sure.
These were both strong reasons for Marion to stay home at night.
But. There was a morelull stuck here, who had a very worried older brother, which was a very strong reason for Marion to be here looking for him.
She puffed out her chest and kept moving, until she saw a faint blue glow in the room she was about to enter. Lute.
Without warning, Marion was on the opposite side of the room. She was now very sure the dungeon was extra shifty tonight.
But Marion would not be deterred, sprinting down towards the morelull, the only thing in the room she could see, moving fast so she could make sure the dungeon wouldn’t shift her away again. Lute’s light shifted to a bright red; that was nice, he was trying to get her attention.
“Hey there, little guy,” she said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “Lute, right? My name’s Marion.”
Escape
“Um…” Lute took a few steps back. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?”
The hawlucha– Marion– flapped her cape indignantly. “Eat you?” she said. “Of course not! I’m a rescuer. I came here to get you out of here.” A rescuer. He was in a dungeon.
Marion reached out with a claw and scooped Lute up without warning. He froze. “Hey, its okay, don’t be afraid,” Marion said, “I won’t hurt you; I just thought it’d be faster if I carried you, alright?” She slowly move the claw she was holding him in to place him on her back. Lute rooted himself into her feathers– this might be his only way out.
Marion walked for a while, chattering about everything under the sun. About her favorite foods, about her family, about how much she love her job as a rescuer–
“Um… if you don’t mind me asking,” Lute interjected. “don’t rescuers usually have badges to teleport them out?”
Marion flapped her wings with indignation again, nearly knocking Lute off. “Well, yeah, of course. But I decided not to bring mine! I needed the exercise!” she paused. “Besides, we’re almost out. I think."
Marion was right, Lute could see the exit. He’d be home with his family before sunrise.
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