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Zen watched the glass miraculously repair and refill themselves, not unimpressed, but not exactly phased by it. That explains the lack of hired or indentured help. "Hmph, alright. So this is essentially a mystery dungeon... but contained within a building," he said, crossing his arms. "Is the...

Really? Really? The idea of that Yveltal allowing children into this place only served to lessen her standing with Zen, not that that really mattered. And, to be honest, he was more annoyed with the child itself than Yveltal. The one mess the Empoleon made was just that, one small mess, now...

The symbolism was so on the nose, Zen could have sworn he had one. They were just pawns, and this Yveltal was the one who would move the pieces around, who would have guessed. Zen could practically hear his chances of a reasonably calm outing be killed and thrown out the window. At least the...

Is that it? Zen should have expected the host of this gathering to be as posh as the Empoleon, but that didn't make him any less disappointed. Discontent was practically his default. "From the looks of it, yes," he answered, maintaining an air of politeness with a slight bow. "Unless others...

Zen kept off to the side as more Pokemon showed up. He didn't know what he was expecting, but this felt like a decent sized crowd. He never was one to spend too much time with strangers, after all. Instead of introducing himself again, he waited and watched. If he was going to be spending a...

It wasn't hard to tell that this Empoleon was already sizing Zen up. It wasn't the first time some snooty one-percent profile looked down at Zen at first glance, and he was positive it wouldn't be the last. And that tone of voice in response... Gods, it was just more of the same here. His...

Zen watched the penguin for a moment longer, then shook his head. Empoleon, or whatever his name is, didn't look comfortable in his own skin. Or, feathers, rather. "No, I was not expecting you to have cut yourself. Being an Empoleon, that would have been nearly impossible to do on accident. But...

Zen would have kept quiet, and frankly he considered the option still, but whatever good will he had got the better of him. "Are you well, Empoleon?" he asked, not bothering to make his way over to the penguin. His "good will" could only push him so far, after all, and if this Pokemon was...

Zen opened his eyes, letting out a somewhat dazed grunt as he sat himself up. He would have been surprised to wake up in an unsettling mansion, but that wasn't too far off from resting in a mystery dungeon and waking on another floor, honestly. Still, the left over nausea of unconscious...