He turned his attention to Maple. "Are they the same here?"
Maple hummed. "Mostly," she said. "Dungeons are curious twists in space. You can tell a Dungeon is present by the prismatic wall that lines its perimeter. Touching this wall for a few seconds, or submerging yourself completely within it, causes you to disappear from an outside observer's perspective. If you were to walk backwards into one, you would see the observer disappear instead, and your whole landscape change. Dungeons are subdivided into sections, each one separated by more distortions. There is generally no way to go back without going
through. That, they have in common.
"Defeat in a Dungeon will often leave you at the entrance that you had taken inside. However, any belongings you may have could be claimed by the Dungeon. There are also certain items, such as Guild-issued badges, that will allow you to escape more safely, given some time."
"Lots of missions Guilds get in Dungeons," Soda chimed in, "are from bozos who got lost and are too afraid to lose what they brought with them, or maybe they don't want to get attacked by the territorial Pokemon inside. There's also a rumor that some Pokemon
don't return when they're defeated, but ehh, I don't buy it." Soda paused. "Oh, and there's also the fact that they say sometimes, if you're so horribly defeated in a Dungeon, all that remains is your soulless body to become part of the Dungeon's permanent population. Spooky, eh?" Soda wiggled his claws menacingly. "Better be careful where you go, or the Dungeon will steal your breath and possess your corpse!"
"Soda," Maple hissed. "Stop scaring the outsiders."
"Aw, c'mon, who believes that crap?" Soda shrugged. "It's just a tale to tell your grandkids to keep them from wandering into Dungeons to train. Which, by the way, is a
great way to train. I did it all the time and look how I turned out."
"Indeed," Maple said. "Look how Soda turned out. Don't wander recklessly into Dungeons."
Soda grunted and muttered under his breath, "Hardass."
Suddenly, a small waterfall poured down on him, and one of the water jugs near maple had mysteriously become half-empty. Soda, gurgling from the start, rolled out of the way and snorted out a few sprays of water. Potluck giggled and started low-crawling toward the Zoroark while he was distracted.