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The Great Papyrus
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THE ZIGANATOR
Apicot Woods
Apicot Woods
"Oh! Thank you, thank you!" The Caterpie chanted as Circe freed him from the grasp of The Ziganator. Ignoring the oaf, Caterpie instead focused on Circe with her more cheerful attitude and offering of berries, seeming a lot more willing to answer her. "Well, I could use some more strength for getting away... And since you're being so nice and all, I-I can answer your questions." He said, accepting one of the berries and taking a nibble out of it.
Saltire simply glanced over at the Ziganator, who just crossed his arms and sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Don't have to keep hammering it in." He said, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice as he watched the Caterpie eat. This was wasting time, but he figured it couldn't be helped. Eventually though, The Ziganator got impatient and glared downwards at the Caterpie. "Y'know, this is important Guild business. If ya would hurry, that'd be great!"
"O-Oh, right." The Caterpie replied, setting down the berry momentarily. "Well, when that beam came down, it startled the entire forest. Including the Honchkrow Gang!"
"I thought you'd tell me about an actual threat! I ain't scared of some little 'gang'." The Ziganator replied, confidently.
"You say that, but you actually know how many teams they've downed, and sent home, right? Everyone knows they run this forest from the shadows!" Caterpie replied, seemingly terrified by the idea of the Honchkrow gang being around. "I'm trying to get as far away as possible. I don't want to be there when they start picking off those poor Pokemon. Ohhh..." The Caterpie seemed rattled by it's own words, twitching around nervously.
The Ziganator raised an eyebrow. "Wot Pokemon?" He questioned, curiously.
"After the beam disappeared, all any of us saw were three Pokemon fainted where it had hit. They must have gotten caught up in the blast..." Caterpie explained, sadly. "The Honchkrow Gang will surely investigate before too long, and pick them clean. Y-You guys do rescue missions, right? Those three need rescuing!"
"THOSE MUST BE OUR MOON MONS!" The Ziganator shouted suddenly, seeming pumped up. "Little mon! Where'd you see them?!"
"D-Deeper into the woods, but not far. O-Of course you know how these Mystery Dungeons are... You might get twisted around a bit on the way, but I'd say it'd be about a ten minute trip if you hurry. Which you should, or else those Pokemon are done for!"
"Awright! Operation Rescue Moon Mons then possibly pummel the crap out of Moon Mons is a-go! LET'S MOV-"
"WAAAAIT!" The Caterpie shouted, catching The Ziganator's attention. Barely. "O-One of them looked like a Meinfoo. I'm not entirely sure about the other two. One was short with a cloak, and, um, I think the other one was red?" Caterpie offered the last of the info he had.
The Ziganator grinned. "Heh, thanks, little mon. That's actually helpful!" The Ziganator said, satisfied with Circe's results. "Now then, like I was sayin'... LET'S MOVE!" The Ziganator said almost in the form of a battle cry, charging off deeper into the forest, wanting to find him some Moon Mons.
"Is he always like that?" Caterpie questioned meekly.
Saltire simply glanced over at the Ziganator, who just crossed his arms and sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Don't have to keep hammering it in." He said, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice as he watched the Caterpie eat. This was wasting time, but he figured it couldn't be helped. Eventually though, The Ziganator got impatient and glared downwards at the Caterpie. "Y'know, this is important Guild business. If ya would hurry, that'd be great!"
"O-Oh, right." The Caterpie replied, setting down the berry momentarily. "Well, when that beam came down, it startled the entire forest. Including the Honchkrow Gang!"
"I thought you'd tell me about an actual threat! I ain't scared of some little 'gang'." The Ziganator replied, confidently.
"You say that, but you actually know how many teams they've downed, and sent home, right? Everyone knows they run this forest from the shadows!" Caterpie replied, seemingly terrified by the idea of the Honchkrow gang being around. "I'm trying to get as far away as possible. I don't want to be there when they start picking off those poor Pokemon. Ohhh..." The Caterpie seemed rattled by it's own words, twitching around nervously.
The Ziganator raised an eyebrow. "Wot Pokemon?" He questioned, curiously.
"After the beam disappeared, all any of us saw were three Pokemon fainted where it had hit. They must have gotten caught up in the blast..." Caterpie explained, sadly. "The Honchkrow Gang will surely investigate before too long, and pick them clean. Y-You guys do rescue missions, right? Those three need rescuing!"
"THOSE MUST BE OUR MOON MONS!" The Ziganator shouted suddenly, seeming pumped up. "Little mon! Where'd you see them?!"
"D-Deeper into the woods, but not far. O-Of course you know how these Mystery Dungeons are... You might get twisted around a bit on the way, but I'd say it'd be about a ten minute trip if you hurry. Which you should, or else those Pokemon are done for!"
"Awright! Operation Rescue Moon Mons then possibly pummel the crap out of Moon Mons is a-go! LET'S MOV-"
"WAAAAIT!" The Caterpie shouted, catching The Ziganator's attention. Barely. "O-One of them looked like a Meinfoo. I'm not entirely sure about the other two. One was short with a cloak, and, um, I think the other one was red?" Caterpie offered the last of the info he had.
The Ziganator grinned. "Heh, thanks, little mon. That's actually helpful!" The Ziganator said, satisfied with Circe's results. "Now then, like I was sayin'... LET'S MOVE!" The Ziganator said almost in the form of a battle cry, charging off deeper into the forest, wanting to find him some Moon Mons.
"Is he always like that?" Caterpie questioned meekly.
Ludwik
Apicot Woods
Apicot Woods
Stopping as Tasha spoke, Ludwik took a few more steps before turning around, his small flame putting somewhat of a spotlight on her. He watched as she attempted to do something similar to what he did, and was somewhat saddened by her disappointment. "It's alright, Tasha. Snorunt's don't learn many ice-type attacks right off the bat. I'm trying to think of what they naturally know, but never having one myself, I kind of crammed that knowledge away somewhere..." Ludwik said, his light going out as he took a moment and stood there, digging through his head as he wanted to help her out. Eventually it sparked and he smiled, his hat popping up off his head momentarily with the way his head jerked up, but quickly fell back on top of him. "Oh! I think most Snorunt's know how to use Powder Snow! But, uh... I don't know exactly how you use it. I'm not even sure how Ember works yet." He added, uncertain if he had been helpful at all. He had a lot to learn about being a Pokemon.
Turning around and relighting his torch-face... Thing. Ludwik progressed forward, unsure of where he was leading them. A concerned expression crossed his face, along with some uncertainty about them getting out. He was a little frightened as he heard the trees shake, something obviously being out there. But kept going, as getting out meant at least their stalkers didn't have as many trees to hide behind.
"Well what to we have here... Eheheh."
"Heh, heh. Looks like a few lost little Pokemon to me."
Pausing and searching the area, Ludwik was surprised by the voices he heard. He didn't speak simply due to not wanting his flame to go out and leave them in the dark. As much as he just wanted to call out to whoever was there. He didn't like the sound of this.
Two Murkrow's flew out from behind the trees and landed on a branch above the trio, seeming to simply glance down at them and judge.
"Eheheh. He's so worried that somethin' bad is happenin'!" The first Murkrow said.
"Heh, heh. You're right. Look at 'em panic." The second agreed.
Looking up and noticing the two Murkrow's, Ludwik let his flame go, as he was starting to lose his breath. "Oh, h-hello." He greeted, scared.
"Eheheh. Lighten up, kid. Ya should know the drill for passin' through this forest."
"Yeah, heh, heh. Pay the toll or you're as good as done for, bud."
"Toll? What're you talking about?" Ludwik questioned, blinking.
"Eheheh. Hand over all yer' items, and yer Poké,"
"Or ya end up on Honchkrow's serving table. Heh, heh."
"P-Poké? Items?" Ludwik repeated, unsure of what they were talking about. But after a moment he managed to put it together. "Gah! You mean Pokédollars! You want all our money!" He spouted out as he made sense of it, backing away a little as he didn't like where this was going.
"Pokédollars? It's just Poké, kid. I don't even know that other end yer' spewing out. Eheheh."
"Heh, heh. But you got it right, bud. Yer' money or your lives?"
"We don't have any money..." Ludwik replied truthfully.
"Eheheh? But'cha just said "All our money". You're not the brightest, are ya?"
"... O-Oh no." Ludwik muttered, realizing his mistake.
"Heh, heh. It's okay, we'll give ya one more chance. Yer' money or your lives?" The second Murkrow asked, seeming intent on collection. This didn't look good for anyone involved.