Treasure Town ~ Marowak Dojo

[unrepentantAuthor]

Brisa saw the green spores coming, but she couldn't slow down in time. She got a faceful of the stuff, and immediately she knew she couldn't hold out against its effects. Now that was more like what she'd hoped for. She came to a stop in front of Cynthian, and had just enough time to congratulate him before she ate dirt.

"Fucking. Spectacular."

She collapsed onto her flank, unconscious.

 

[Adamhuarts]

Cynthian had closed his eyes, anticipating another painful strike without even looking to see what his attack had done or even if it worked.

"Fucking. Spectacular."

Cynthian opened his eyes again when he heard her voic. He tilted his head in confusion, which turned into worry when Brisa collapsed on the ground unconscious.

"Wait, wha—what happened?! What did I do?" Cynthian asked in a shaky voice. What did he do? All he did was—wait. "I used Sleep Powder?"

Cynthian's mouth fell agape. He'd tried learning sleep powder since he evolved years ago, but it never worked before.

"I-I did it! I used Sleep Powder! I finally learned Sleep Powder, Mother Florges!" Cynthian exclaimed. His exhaustion caught up with him at that moment, and he fell sitting with sprawled legs. But it didn't matter, Cynthian was cathartic above all else. If his mother had been there, she'd have been proud of him.

"Brisa, are you okay?" Cynthian leaned forward and pushed her a little, then he leaned back when she didn't respond. "I'm so tired, and everything hurts. Is this what battles feel like?"

 

[unrepentantAuthor]

It didn't take long for Brisa to come to. Even this prosthetic body she had was pokémon enough to gain consciousness given several seconds. She eyed Cynthian from her position on the terribly comfortable dirt floor.

"Feel good?" she asked. "It ought to."

Brisa certainly felt good. Maybe she could cope with hanging around this many other people every day, so long as she got to exchange a good beating on a daily basis. She got to her feet, shaking off the drowsiness as best she could.

"I reckon we've got an hour and change before the 'karp showdown," she said. "Take it easy and make your way down there, is my suggestion."

 

[Adamhuarts]

"I'm all bruised up, and I'm still scared," Cynthian began with a pause, "But I feel really great right now, as strange as that sounds."

Cynthian nodded at her suggestion to take it easy, but he laid on his back instead of standing back up. "I think I need to lie down for a bit. Are there any orans here?"

 

[unrepentantAuthor]

Brisa nodded towards the medical supplies. "Take your pick."

She prowled out of the Dojo, a staccato purr in her throat. Before she left, she turned to Cynthian again.

"Well done just now. Don't stress about the battle. You won't be alone."

Then she headed out, ready to make her way to the real battlegrounds. Perhaps she'd hunt something on her way there...

 

[Adamhuarts]

"Well done just now. Don't stress about the battle. You won't be alone."

Cynthian watched her leave. He sat there in silence for a few moments and then he smiled. Cynthian went to the medical supplies and bit into an oran.

"I won't be alone." Cynthian ate the berry giddily. Having friends again in his life was reassuring.

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[Namohysip]

Those who elected to return to the dojo were not alone. A curious creature was in the middle of the main battle arena, though it was hard to tell precisely what. It was huge, at least seven feet tall... But it was also covered in blankets. Had he taken them from the living quarters? He had gathered them all from supplies and piled it high until it was completely hidden inside, shuffling around and giggling. It was a masculine voice, but too high for its size...

 

[TheGOAT]

Astrid poked her head inside the doorway, then the rest of her body.

“…Um.”

She was pretty sure one of those blankets was hers… or, well, “hers.” The one she’d taken from storage that kept her warm and cozy the previous night. Whatever, details were stupid—it was hers. Blankets were a very personal matter.

“Hi in there!” Approaching, she began to paw at the fabric fort. “Um, do you might if I just… take my blanket back?”

 

[Namohysip]

The shuffling suddenly stopped, the great blanket monster ceasing all movement. Then, a little twitch near the top of the great mountain.

"Huh?" the monster said. "Sure! But wouldn't it be more fun if you tried to catch me?" The blankets shuffled again, a flash of green talons poking out of the mountain for a split-second. Then, it sank back in, followed by another round of giggling.

 

[Shiny Phantump]

Celeste entered the dojo. He was about ready to collapse for the third time today, but he wanted to be in bed before he did it.

“Nobody bug me, I’m going t-“

All the blankets were piled in the center of the room. Furthermore, was there someone... inside the pile?

Some childish part of him wanted to jump into the pile himself. It would surely be oh-so-cozy, which was exactly what he needed right now.

 

[Namohysip]

The blanket monster giggled again, shifting and shuffling, until a little gap in the blankets opened up. It was too dark to see what was inside, but a pair of eyes, with a dim glow to them, stared at Celeste. "Ooh, an Absol! I love your fur! You, too, Vulpix!"

When he said 'Absol,' his eyes changed from a white glow to a dark purple. And when he said Vulpix, it switched again, this time to an icy blue.

 

[Fusion]

Portal travel was definitely not something you could easily get used to, but that might just be a made-of-wax thing. She sat herself on the dojo's floor, melting a bit. "Yeah, I'm definitely not holding myself together enough to help her."

She brought her gaze over to the living pile of covers in the middle of the room. "Oh, uh... what's that about?"

 

[Ambyssin]

Having come in from the investigation, Necrozma was not prepared for the sight awaiting him in the dojo. Gesturing to the blanket fort, he loudly proclaimed, "Whose lost child is this?" despite not knowing what was actually under the blankets.

 

[Shiny Phantump]

The blanket monster had stolen not just Astrid’s blanket, but also his own. Such an injustice could not be allowed to stand.

“I’m going in. If I never come out, tell my family I love them.”

He pushed his way into the blanket pile.

 

[Ambyssin]

"He says this after fighting a giant gyarados?" Necrozma scoffed, though he wasn't sure anyone was listening to him.

 

[Persephone]

"Hello." Cuicatl opened the door to the dojo and stepped in. People seemed upset about something but she was tired and just wanted to sleep. So she walked up to the smell of her blanket, grabbed it from midair (was it hanging up?) and moved it to an apparently empty area. She stepped over rather few blankets on the way. "Who hung the blankets up?"

 

[Fusion]

"As if some big fish could compare to the stealer of blankets," Vix snickered. "I wish you luck, Celeste. We'll build monuments about your sacrifice."

 

[Namohysip]

The giggling got louder, and the gap in the blanket mountain became eyeless. When Celeste dove inside, talons suddenly reached toward him and, with overwhelming strength, pulled him inside. The blankets shuffled even more, a pair of purple eyes the only thing that Celeste could see. Feathers, fur, scales, even the clinking of steel--whatever this thing was, it had a little bit of everything, and he was also much larger than Celeste.

A paw pressed against his chest. "Got you!"

A fishtail wagged away most of the blankets, and all the moving around finally unveiled what was underneath the pile...

A chimeric creature of some kind was the source of this playful aura. Green forelegs were like a bird's talons; hind legs were more mammalian, yet were scale-bound. A great, white crest sat atop his head, and his eyes, while angular and intense, had a playful glint to them.

"Hi!" the monstrosity greeted. "My name's Potluck! Silvally Potluck!"

 

[windskull]

Despite the (admittedly refreshing) healing from Truffle, Nip was exhausted. His fur was still damp from taking the hydro pump from the gyrados, going every which way with mud sticking in some places. All he wanted to do was go craw in some comfortable hole and take a long nap.

... but Truffle wanted to talk about the world's problems. And the world's problems were currently relevant to his interests. For now, he would stay up. As soon as he was back in the dojo, he made his way to an unoccupied corner of the room, where he would hopefully go unnoticed, and began to try and groom himself into a more acceptable appearance. No one said he had to participate in the debriefing, after all. Listening and keeping to himself should be just fine.

 

[Persephone]

Oh. Celeste and Astrid were here. She could hear/smell them now that she thought about it. That was good. She reluctantly set her blanket down and waddled over towards her friends and the strange monster.

"Hi. I'm Cuicatl."