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PostSubject: Vision   Thu Aug 31, 2017 8:52 am

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The barren landscape and toxic air of the Grape Ocean were, to say the least, not much of a tourist attraction.  The very ground and air were hostile to outsiders, and the pokemon dwelling in the area weren't much different.  Home to to a variety of primitive savages and dangerous criminals, it wasn't the most pleasant area, even for those who would benefit from its nature as a place without law.  Despite this, there was one well-known attraction that always proved itself enigmatic and interesting enough to draw in explorers an treasure hunters alike: the Ruined Chateau.  While it provided shelter from the poison in the air, this was canceled out by the particularly aggressive pokemon that lived within.  Not only were some of them quite formidable, but they were also one of the worst kinds of pests, that being ghosts.  Many of them could slip easily through the walls of the building, making it difficult to deal with them.  Despite this, travelers still sought it out, but not for any form of solace from the outside world.  The main pull of the chateau was its unique situation as a building that had somehow decayed into a state of disrepair transcending even the boundaries of space.

"Mystery dungeons," as they were called, had unique properties to them that effectively put them outside the jurisdiction of basic logic.  With most, the effects weren't too prominent, thanks mostly to them being wide sections of terrain in which sudden... changes generally didn't cause too much trouble.  With a large building, however, the shifting of space was not only noticeable, but highly dangerous.  This danger also made it highly attractive to adventurers, and thanks to how difficult it was to thoroughly explore, it was shrouded in rumors and myths, some of which drew in pokemon in search of treasure and grandeur.  It was unique and mysterious enough that outsiders would gladly ignore the dangers of the outside area and even the house itself, all just to get a peek inside.  Alas, it wasn't too common for those who entered to become lost within, some never returning from its depths.  To one who had experienced it first hand, it could perhaps have been described as... bigger on the inside.  Much bigger.

The front door to the mansion was as tall and foreboding as ever, split down the middle with a circular handle on either side.  Mere feet away stood a dark figure adorned with vibrant, blue rings, staring idly at the entrance almost as if she could see through it.  She couldn't, but she knew what to expect, as she had been to the area before.  Truthfully, her memories of the Ruined Chateau weren't all bad, but they were certainly unappealing enough to make her think twice before coming back.  Despite this, there she stood, about to enter the deathly trap for the second time.  She knew from personal experience how difficult it was to navigate and how dangerous the ghosts within were, but she now had her own coordinated group, and she was far stronger than she had been during her first visit.  While she wasn't interested in admitting to any fear, this demented place concerned even someone so warped as herself.  She had "friends" with her, and she even had an innate advantage over those who called the building home, but she knew it could provide far worse things than a hostile pokemon or two.  The chateau itself was genuinely dangerous, and no amount of planning could change that.

A part of Krikka didn't want to enter, but her allies had come to expect the summoning of a god out of her, and she now had to deliver.  Or... perhaps they didn't expect anything, but that was all the more reason to prove that she was true to her word.  Besides, she still wanted to spite Arceus if only because it would indirectly spite her sister as well.  Ignoring her desire to simply turn around and call it a day, she stepped forward, not wanting to stay in place too long and make the two with her start wondering if she was fearful on top of being insane.  Yes, she knew she had shown herself to be a bit... psychotic as of late, and while she wasn't doing much to try and mitigate this, she still understood that it was in her best interest to be cautious with her behavior.  She was strong, which she figured was the reason the croagunk had stuck around with her, so she needed to make sure to continue making herself look as such.  Neither the new recruit nor the more acquainted buizel seemed too concerned with her aggressive behavior, but she wasn't sure how they would react to cowardice.  Besides, she still had something to prove to herself if not to them.

As she slowly approached the door, she felt tempted to call the others and direct them in front of her to open it.  She had the perfect excuse in mind: they had hands, which meant they could open the door with much more ease than she could.  The true motive behind this thought, however, was that she wanted someone else to enter first.  She saw an easy opportunity to make Solus and Goro take all the risk on her behalf, but she was hesitant to let her worries get the better of her.  Then, as if to make her decision for her, the doorway slowly opened, creating an eerie creaking noise that went on for far too long for her comfort.  Of course the doors would open on their own, because why the fuck not?  As if this place wasn't already disturbing and dangerous enough, it was clear already that it wanted to look spooky.  It really seemed like the place had a mind of its own at times, but even if it didn't, she intended to pretend it did if only so she could blame it for its own actions.

The umbreon absentmindedly paused her stride at this sudden development, an instinctual sense of avoidance getting the better of her in the moment.  "Oh, great, I guess it remembers me," she remarked in sarcastic joy before continuing onward, struggling not to hesitate any further.  It seemed the building wanted to embarrass her in front of her companions, but she would have no such thing.  Strutting through the open doorway like a queen to her castle that had just opened itself up to her, the first thing she noticed was the distinctly dim lighting.  Barely a few feet in, she stopped to take in her surroundings and was thoroughly underwhelmed at what she saw.  The room was large, but empty save for another door at the far end and a few candles adorning the walls.  However, what she found interesting was the fact that there were windows on the outside of the house, yet there appeared to be none within.  Sure, it wasn't very bright outside with the smog and dark clouds, but she was certain she would still have seen some light shining through the windows.  She wondered why she was even surprised that the windows on the outside seemed completely absent within the house.

This trip had only just begun, but already, it was shaping up to be unpleasant.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Thu Sep 28, 2017 12:40 pm

Despite her dazed and somewhat delirious state, Krikka managed to reach her ally in time to shield him from what presumably would have been a painful attack.  Instead of hitting the vulnerable croagunk, the wave of psychic energy collided with the umbreon's dark fur as she darted between the two combatants.  The attack almost seemed to evaporate on contact with her, very clearly doing absolutely nothing to her in the process.  She sent a confident grin the way of the ugly yellow thing, receiving only a very slight variation from its blank stare in response.  However, this little bit of difference was more than enough for her; the creature's eyes widened, albeit slightly, showing that it had been taken by surprise.  Perhaps it was even worried, in which case it was intelligent.  The foe's hands lit up with the familiar, paler shade of pink that told of an oncoming attack that would be nowhere near as kind to a dark-type, but it was too late.

The colorful rings of the umbreon suddenly flashed alight with a blue hue, causing the assailant to recoil and raise its arms up to cover its eyes.  The flash of light lasted for a mere moment and was thrown out with no care whatsoever for the others, but it wouldn't matter as long as she was successful!  The eerie black aura of her soul began seeping up around her, seemingly emanating from the floor rather than her body.  It held an appearance akin to a black ring of fire, surrounding and partially shrouding the umbreon within.  She hadn't noticed it, and in fact, it was still going over her head, but the hypnotic daze she'd been put under had done more than just throw her into state of confused delight; it had also soothed her mind and helped to remove distractions such as stress.  There was nothing blocking her mind, limiting her ability to release her energy.  The black aura was flowing freely, perhaps to a reckless and dangerous extent, and this was visibly apparent.

Without warning, the faux flames suddenly pulsed outward in front of the umbreon, enveloping the blinded enemy and blasting it away.  The impact of the attack was significantly more powerful than an average blow, even from Krikka; the foe experienced this in full as it was thrown through the air before finally being caught by the wall behind it with a loud slam.  It was all it could do to slowly slide to the floor, leaning its back against the wall.  The umbreon attempted to loose another pulse of her empowered aura, only to have it suddenly dissipate into nothing.  Instantly, she felt the recoil of her unusually energized attack; it had exhausted her, and had been rendered unable to continue her assault.  Instead, her blurred vision locked onto a little trinket on the ground; the pendulum the creeper had previously been wielding.  She ducked her head toward the floor and scooped the pendulum up in her mouth, then promptly spun and tossed the item right at the hideous creature.

Through her physical and mental debilitation, she still managed to hit her mark: the big, ugly nose that constantly threatened to engulf the creature's face.  Its head reeled back from the blow on reflex and smacked into the wall behind it, followed by its hands rising to meet its face and hold its nose.  Krikka stared for a moment before deciding the battle was over and suddenly proclaiming, "I win!"  Her voice was filled with childlike wonder, suggesting she was actually having fun for once.  She then spun around to face the croagunk behind her before speaking again in the same tone, "We win!"  Her breaths were short, but she used what little air her lungs had to spare to vocally celebrate this victory.  The contrast was sharp and obvious between how she was behaving and how she normally acted; in pretty much any other situation, she would have been more interested in brutalizing and humiliating the defeated foe, or at least finding something to complain about, but all she cared about now was enjoying the win.

Krikka stumbled as her balance nearly gave way, but she managed to hold herself up despite this.  What little focus she could maintain was directed at her allies, her vision beginning to clear up now that she had a moment to concentrate on it.  The two had helped a great deal, and she was grateful, enough so that she wanted to show it somehow.  Perhaps a few kind words would do?  She opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't quite sure what to say; she was simply too excited to think straight!  With her attention glued to Goro, the entire environment around her seemed to phase out of existence, including the warm, pink glow from the creature behind her's hands as it raised its arms forward in her direction.  She had not knocked the opponent out, and she was entirely oblivious to the fact that it was still going.  She had her back turned and guard lowered, and she was exhausted; she was in no position to take a hit from something she was weak to.  Alas, she was in no position to dodge, either.

Even a word of warning from Goro or Solus would be useless to her, as her mind had already fallen out of fight mode, and along with the lowered guard, her reflexes had effectively dulled.  She was virtually incapable of avoiding the attack on her own.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Thu Sep 28, 2017 8:09 pm

Goro wasn't sure what he was expecting Krikka to do, now that she was back for revenge on the psychic. Would she be quick and unceremonial, and just blast the thing to smithereens? Would she toy with it, take her time in breaking it down and make it understand that she was not to be trifled with? Whatever he did expect, it sure as shit wasn't another light show. The Croagunk kept his eyes trained on the Umbreon in front of him, expecting her to lash out at any moment, but instead, he was caught flat-footed as she lit up like a Christmas tree. The rings adorning her ears and limbs flared up with a brilliant blue shine, and Goro had been caught staring right at her when it happened. On instinct, his hands shot up to cover his eyes and shield his gaze from the near-blinding lights, but they dulled after a moment - apparently, she let them die out quickly, this time.

His eyes were stinging painfully at the bright sensation, so he couldn't physically see what she did to the Hypno, but he sure as hell could feel it. The heat emanating from her Dark Pulse was something that he wouldn't forget anytime soon, not after getting thrashed all around the Marsh by the technique. And this one, in particular, was strong. Stronger than any dark shockwave he was struck by in their brief battle, he could tell that just from the presence of it. By the time Goro was able to blink his eyes open, he was only just able to witness Krikka pitch the psychic's pendulum across the room at it - apparently, she'd blasted the fucking thing into the wall, striking the creature in the face. He still felt aftershocks of pain and stress from Krikka's impromptu flare of lights, but with rapid blinking he was able to make out the image of the psychic sitting against the wall, cradling its nose, and very much not unconscious.

Up until then, Krikka had seemed... in character, so to speak. She was quick in returning to the battle with the psychic that had tricked her, she'd shown absolutely no regard for him in order to stun her foe, and she'd wasted no time in blasting the pest. The sleek vixen even pitched its own tool at it, indulging in a bit of humiliation. So when she spun around on her heel and chirped her victory - their victory, what the fuck - for all the world to hear, it was all Goro could do to stare at her uncomprehendingly. Was she not all there yet? What the hell had the yellow thing done to her to rattle her brains like this? Granted, he didn't know Krikka all that well yet, but this kind of thing was absolutely not something he would expect from the ruthless fox. The Croagunk only stared forward helplessly as Krikka turned to take him in, opening her mouth to say something to him, but just... fucking staring at him. Her breathing was labored - clearly, the battle had taken its toll on her, but she seemed very joyous despite the fact.

It was what he saw on the other side of Krikka that prompted him into action. Down but not out, the Hypno still raised its hands and charged another attack, this one looking like the one that it kept aiming at Krikka. Goro had no idea what it was, but it was obviously effective on darklings, which was presumably why the fucking thing kept throwing it around at her. There were a few things that could put down a darkling, fighters included, but in the heat of the moment he had no fucking idea what type the attack could be - and he did not want to risk tanking it for Krikka, seeing as how there was no way he was immune to her weakness in the way she was his. Without saying a word, Goro threw himself at the vixen in front of him, throwing his arms forward around her neck and attempted to throw the two of them sideways into the ground. He didn't trust her to take an order from him - even if she wasn't off her rocker - and she seemed worn out from the battle enough that he didn't trust her to avoid the sneak attack on her own.

If every fight was going to be like this, then fleeing here wasn't an option. The gas ghost proved more than able could catch her off guard, so this sneaky fuck probably stood an even better chance. Especially when it was all Krikka wanted was to just... stare at him with that disturbing smile and sense of jolly cheer. He could worry about finishing it off once he got Krikka out of the way of this cheap shot, as he still needed her to at least get him out of this godforsaken Mystery Dungeon. He was confident, but faced with swarms of ghosts and psychics, he'd take a darkling by his side, thank you very much. Goro would worry about the rest later.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Fri Sep 29, 2017 7:05 am

A part of him didn’t want to bother getting up. He wanted to believe that the still not-quite herself Krikka and the pathetically-weak-to-psychic-attacks Goro would be able to handle themselves against the ugly, yellow Psychic-type who was almost certainly still trying to kill them. He noticed the room illuminate from a source he suspected was Krikka. It was followed by an intense burst of energy the likes Solus had never sensed before, yet somehow he knew it had also come from the umbreon. This was almost enough to convince him the problem had been dealt with. The sound of Krikka celebration of their victory, however, did not help settle him.

He realised that, even if weakened after everything Goro and Krikka had done to it, the party’s adversary would likely still be a significant threat if not outright knocked unconscious. Or killed. Solus didn’t think he’d mind if the thing was killed. Krikka was acting different and confusing the hell out of him and to a large degree that was the yellow thing’s fault, and Solus was not adverse to vengeance for giving him too much to think about. Despite the intensity he had felt from the attack Krikka had made Solus wasn’t willing to believe the enemy had been totally defeated. Krikka was, as previously stated, sort of out of it. In her current state, Solus trusted her far less than he did when she was being an aggressive, abusive sociopath.

The buizel stood—despite not really wanting to—and surprised himself with how well he handled the constant aching and ever-present pain that he was sure he could feel throughout every part of his body. He wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a very bad sign. He found where Krikka had bitten him for the second time—around his left shoulder, the opposite arm of her first semi-unintentional attack. It wasn’t as severe, probably due in large part to the fact that she didn’t think she was going to die at the time. He was also pretty sure he had more than one splinter from rolling on the busted up floor. Solus didn’t bother to attempt dressing his wounds, considering them a lesser concern.

He turned around to survey the room turned battleground, finding the psychic against a wall and a far too peppy Krikka standing in front of a stunned and confused Goro. His attention was drawn immediately back to the Psychic-type, though, when he registered movement by the thing. It was making another attack; it was not unconscious. It was as though everyone’s actions were coordinated, with the exception of Krikka, who failed to react at all. The psychic fired its attack, aimed at Krikka. It was the same attack it had tried before that she had countered. Goro reacted with good timing, attempting to tackle the less than focused umbreon out of the way of the attack.

Solus, meanwhile, finally took initiative, making the snap decision to exploit the enemy’s moment of hesitation following its attack. Solus fired off a Sonic Boom at the thing which, thanks to its prone position, hit it uncontested. Despite being a Psychic-type, it didn't seem to realise Solus was even a part of the conflict until after it was hit. The buizel, satisfied that he finally had a target he could actually hit, proceeded to advance on said target, launching another Sonic Boom every few steps, completely unwilling to grant the thing an opportunity to retaliate. He even opted to fire the occasional destructive blast at the floor in front of the thing to send shards of the splintered floor up toward its face.

If he had tried this earlier before Krikka had thrown the thing into the wall with a super effective attack, Solus was pretty sure he would have received some counter-attack by this point; probably knocking him out in an instant. But this thing had suffered the full effect of Goro’s Earthquake, Krikka’s overloaded dark attack, and whatever else Solus had missed while dealing with other problems. Its last attack was just that—a cheap shot and a final retaliation in hopes of dealing with the party’s powerhouse. Perhaps it had assumed Solus was out for the count, or maybe it just didn’t consider him a threat regardless. It was wrong. Closing the distance, Solus stopped his Sonic Boom assault and withdrew a stick from his bag.

He couldn’t tell if the psychic was conscious or not, but he was going to make sure it was. “You—” Whack! “Should—” Thwack! “Have kept… Walking!” Thud! Crack!

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The stick broke in half. Solus dropped the half that had stayed in his hand. He was pretty sure the Psychic was done fighting at this point.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Fri Sep 29, 2017 4:28 pm

Krikka expected her joy to be mirrored in her comrades; in hindsight, she shouldn't have, knowing neither of them seemed much more prone to outbursts of celebratory thrill than herself. Or perhaps they were, and it was just her presence that was bringing the two of them down. Regardless, she could have accepted a lack of response, but what she did not expect was to suddenly be assaulted! She gasped as the one who was supposed to be a guard of sorts to her suddenly rushed forward and tackled her, taking her by surprise and knocking her to the floor. While the gesture didn't hurt too much from a physical standpoint, she found herself feeling confused and, honestly, a bit sad. Was her attempt at being a bit optimistic really so ill-received that it warranted physical backlash from someone who was supposed to be her ally? Or was it something else she had said or done, or perhaps just a bad day for Goro? However, she began to wonder what the true motive behind the apparent attack was when there came no further assault. Perhaps he just wanted to give her a hug and was being a bit... overzealous about it?

It didn't take long before the blast of glimmering light rushing overhead filled in the gaps in her understanding of the situation. Goro had not attacked her, nor hugged her, for that matter. Rather, he had saved her, and from an attack that she knew would have hurt. Her gaze tracked the dazzling light show back to its source, surprised to see it was dear old Mr. Yellow. The fog over her mind was slowly lifting, and by now, she could gather that she had celebrated a bit too soon. The foe was still very much conscious, albeit clearly too weak to stand much of a chance of beating all three of them at this point. Before she knew it, the still-conscious psychic was being thoroughly taught this important lesson. It started with a single blast of air thrown in the creature's direction, then another, and another, and another... In no time at all, the umbreon realized this was Solus' doing; she was dazed, but not enough so to forget the signature and only ranged attack of her buizel. The foe seemed to be unconscious before the pelting blasts of air ceased, but despite this, the violent little weasel continued onward, pulling a stick out of his bag and just going to town on the thing.

For a moment, Krikka felt almost bad for the thing that had attacked her allies and, more importantly, herself. She was wondering which would give first between the bludgeoning device and the thing being bludgeoned; the answer turned out to be both. The stick snapped over the yellow creature's forehead, leaving a streak of red in its wake with a similar hue seeping forth and staining its way down toward the very prominent nose of the victim. Any and all signs of consciousness were long extinguished, its arms draped limply at its sides, legs sprawled out in front of it and head hanging forward. Its status wasn't entirely clear, but Krikka, for one, was not interested in going out of her way to check its pulse or the severity of its wounds. On the contrary, she was more concerned for the well-being of Solus and Goro, who had just effectively saved her. However, after a moment of swapping her gaze between the two, she decided confidently that they were both fine, relatively speaking. If anything, she should have been worried about herself, but she figured she would be fine.

After a moment of saying nothing, the umbreon spoke up, choosing to ignore all the questionable aspects of the situation such as Solus' clear issue with bouts of psychopathy, and Goro's being on top of her. In fact, she was embracing the latter, wrapping her front legs around the croagunk as if that would somehow suffice to thank someone like him. In reality, she was probably only keeping him in an uncomfortable position that he probably really didn't want to be in. "See, this is why you two are my best friends," she spoke audibly enough for her voice to be made clear to the two. Then, the uncharacteristically content smile on her face dimmed and her body relaxed, as if something had suddenly made her doubt and hesitate in the happiness she was feeling. "Actually, you're my only friends..." her expression further deteriorated into a blank face, and her gaze redirected toward the chandelier looming above.

The decorative lighting fixture no longer held the sense of wonder in her eyes that it once had, only serving to further sully her mood. "And you're not even my friends..." Suddenly, she felt another emotion that she had little experience with, or at least, one she would deny any past experience with. She felt sad at the realization that she had no friends whatsoever; she may as well not have even had any family, as she had pretty much disowned them. "...Huh..." she voiced her own surprise and confusion at the sudden feeling of loneliness, her tone practically saying "Well how about that." She was growing sick of this new feeling already, but one good thing that came out of it was that it brought Krikka in back to reality in all her... glory? It didn't take much longer for her to come to a second realization: Goro was on top of her, and she was... hugging him or something.

She pulled her paws back from the croagunk almost as if in recoil, then, after a moment's pause, thrust them forward to shove him off her with force that could have been described as excessive. "Get off me," she spoke as she did so, ignoring the fact that she had been holding onto him and effectively imprisoning him.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Fri Sep 29, 2017 10:41 pm

Despite the state that Krikka was in, Goro was surprised that he managed to get his hands on her. Upon wrapping his arms around the vixen and throwing the two of them into the splintered floorboards harshly, the first thing that came to his mind wasn't the rough landing, but instead the vixen herself. He didn't know why, but he was shocked to grasp onto such soft and velvety fur. Perhaps it made sense since Krikka struck him as a pristine individual, but he had her built up to be this rigid, indomitable figure in his mind ever since she conquered him in Cattail Marsh. The ease with which he managed to tackle her into the ground was also shocked him - absently, he realized this was the first time he'd actually touched Krikka since he had never managed to in their battle. How ironic was it that the first time he laid hands on the vixen, he had done so to deliver her from danger?

Once she was safe, however, Goro was quick to try and separate himself from her. Behind him, he heard the sounds of something happening - probably Solus finally entering the fray and deigning to get his fucking hands dirty - but there was a surprisingly firm grip around his shoulders keeping him rooted on top of Krikka. Panic lanced through him at the realization, and it only amplified when he realized that she was the one keeping him there. The feeling of her front legs bent around his shoulders and her fur grazing against his leathery skin was something he had a hundred reasons for not feeling comfortable with, the biggest one being that the fox hugging him was perhaps the strongest and most ruthless Pokémon he'd ever met. As soon as she came to her senses and recalled this incident, there was no telling what kind of reaction she'd have.

He tugged against her grip once more, finding it still unyielding. The Croagunk was considering getting rough for a moment, and try to forcefully extract himself from the clingy vixen, but her voice stopped him in his tracks. Her tone was light and jovial, a content smile played about her lips, and the words she spoke were actually deeply personal. Despite meeting the darkling just before this awful trip, apparently she deemed him and the Buizel in the corner her best friends. Her only friends. Goro didn't have a lot of time to stew on how sad that really sounded, frozen atop her and his stomach twisting itself into nervous knots in response to how she was acting. This was the absolute opposite thing he'd expected when she jumped back into the fray - why, oh why, could she not have just blasted the Hypno and been herself afterward? What happened to the blackhearted and ruthless vixen, and who was this chipper and jovial girl in her place?

Fortunately (or perhaps, unfortunately) something in Krikka must have recognized the garbage spilling out of her mouth, as her tone slowly began filling with a sense of lucidity. She gazed past him and upward at the chandelier once more, and Goro feared for a moment that she'd go back into the trance she was in, but it seemed the little spell was over and done with. One last utterance from the Umbreon and it finally dawned on her the position she was in - her on the ground, with Goro on top of her, and her hugging him closely. Her immediate reaction was to recoil backward and kick upward with an amount of force he didn't think she'd have. Powerful hind legs thrust against the Croagunk's midsection, and in a few instants, he went from on top of the Umbreon to on his ass in front of her, having been bucked right off. He landed with a hard thud, his arms falling back behind him instinctively to lessen his fall.

As happy as he was to be out of that particular position, there was still a rising surge of annoyance and anger at the treatment. He was not some fucking toady to be chucked around, especially after he had gone toe-to-toe with a fucking psychic for her. Rather than immediately rising up from his position on the floor, Goro elected to sag against the ground some, the tension and adrenaline from the battle finally starting to leave his body. Casting his gaze around the room, he noticed the psychic laying up against the wall on the far side of the room, with Solus standing over it with a broken stick in his hands. The story there seemed clear - he'd finished it off after it was weakened by his and Krikka's assault, and with that, all the threats were all taken care of.

"You're fuckin' welcome," He knew, of course, that taking such a bitter tone with the Umbreon on the ground next to him was probably a bad idea, but legendaries help him if she wasn't proving frustrating to deal with. She'd bid him to follow her, and she'd taken him to a fucking haunted mansion to fight ghosts and psychics. Immediately into the venture, she'd put them all through the ringer, delving into this Mystery Dungeon chasing after who knows what. Angrily, Goro picked himself up from the ground, absentmindedly dusting his arms and legs off testily, keeping a wary eye on the seemingly unconscious Psychic-type on the ground.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Sun Oct 01, 2017 9:31 am

Solus took in the sight of the thoroughly defeated Psychic-type before him. He didn’t regret beating the thing to unconsciousness. He did regret breaking his stick over the thing’s head. As he turned around to face his allies—friends, as Krikka had put it in her clearly delusional state—Solus felt an oddly shaped object fall underfoot. Upon examination, he discovered it was none other than the Psychic-type’s pendulum. The buizel picked it up by the weight and examined it, letting it fall from his grasp to be held only by the end of the string it was attached to. He wasn’t sure what exactly its purpose was, or if it would be particularly useful to anyone other than its original owner, but he decided that it was safer in anyone’s hands other than the Psychic-types.

He began to close the distance between himself and his companions. “Goro,” he called out to make sure the croagunk was paying attention. He hadn’t missed the angry tone which Goro had used toward Krikka. In fact, he almost mirrored the same feelings at the moment. “That Earthquake thing? Don’t fucking do that near me again.” Solus was making good use of this new word and had started to wonder how he ever managed to get a point so clearly across without it before. He held up the pendulum to make sure Goro saw it before tossing it underhand to the croagunk. “Enjoy the trophy, though.” He had decided he didn’t care for the seemingly useless trinket and had already decided that Krikka didn’t deserve the trophy.

Solus turned his attention to the umbreon who had apparently just snapped out of whatever it was the yellow thing had done to her. She was the reason everything that had just happened had happened. It was her fault they came to this house. She had provoked the Psychic-type. Sure, maybe it would have attacked anyway, but at the same time there was always a chance it would have ignored them, and she had to make sure it wouldn’t. It was her own fault she had gotten herself mind-tricked by the thing. And then she had to go and be all nice and friendly and affectionate—something completely out of character and, despite how pleasant it should have been, disturbing to her two underlings.

“Are you good now? You’re not going to do anything weird anymore? No calling us friends or hugging us or whatever it was you were trying to do when I was trying to save your stupid, happy-go-lucky self from the ghost slamming you into the floor over and over?” Solus was being bold—almost certainly too bold—but he wasn’t particularly concerned with whatever repercussions he’d face after he was done. Maybe he was on an adrenaline high, or maybe he was just so fed up with everything that had already happened so far since they had arrived that he figured Krikka couldn’t make anything worse. Regardless of why he was doing it, he was going to make sure Krikka knew what he thought about her performance as a leader thus far.

“You do remember all of that, right? I don’t know anything about whatever that thing is,” he gestured at the unconscious, bleeding hypno, “So I’m not entirely sure how whatever it was that thing did to you works. What I do know is that you’re being reckless and stupid and have no idea what you’re doing and if I didn’t know you better I’d think you were trying to get us all killed!” He stood a couple of feet from the umbreon, spreading his arms wide as if opening up for a hug—another hug. “Yeah, I know how disobedient I’m being right now and if you want to beat me for pointing out your mistakes, by all means, go ahead. I’m already half convinced I might be dying right now anyway so I’m sure you can’t do much worse.”

In truth, Solus wasn’t sure if he was simply speaking his mind and taking to risks it came with or if he was legitimately trying to provoke his leader. He wasn’t exactly sure what state she was in, either. He was, however, very much ready and willing to bear the full brunt of whatever it was the umbreon decided he deserved for his arrogance. And if she decided not to retaliate in an aggressive manner? Well, in such a case he would not be convinced she was completely and truly herself yet.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Sun Oct 01, 2017 12:44 pm

As she lay on the ground, Krikka rolled slowly onto her right side, not bothering to get up. Everything that had just happened was hazy to her, but as she went over it in her head to remember properly, a slew of emotion stirred in her. Sprawled out flat on the ground, it may have seemed that she had little concern for the situation or her allies' feelings, but it was actually the opposite; despite being deep in thought, she was also paying close attention to everything around her. Goro had helped her... and in return, she had thrust him off of her and blamed him for things that weren't his fault. No, they were his fault; he had simply helped her wrong, feeling so inclined to throw himself on her rather than find some other way in which to assist. Besides, it wasn't as if the attack would have harmed someone such as herself. What, did he expect to be praised for such a mundane thing that just happened to barely improve her quality of life? She certainly didn't intend to give him such a thing, especially with the attitude coming off of him.

She dragged her head off the ground only long enough to point her gaze in the direction of the open doorway forward, then fell limp once more. It was the fact that there was a way forward that she focused on to keep herself calm. And she did need something to calm her down, as the situation just upset her more and more as it came into focus. She had made a fool of herself, allowed herself to be harmed over and over again in a situation that should have been easy to deal with, and spouted emotional nonsense that had probably tarnished her image. She was flustered, increasingly furious by the second, and the deep... disappointment from her prior realization of having no friends was still present to make the situation that much worse on her. I don't need friends, she thought to herself, trying to find some way to make the feelings go away. She had just felt genuinely happen, and now it was gone, leaving her to go through a sort of emotional withdrawal. It was then that she heard the beginning of Solus' rant, dragging her further down when she may have been able to salvage her emotional state otherwise.

At first, the buizel's attention was directed toward Goro, which Krikka really didn't care about at that very moment. This was a special occasion in which she was willing to let them fight all they wanted, as she had more important things to worry about; namely, herself. However, the berating words were soon turned her way, forcing her to take notice, and she did not like what she heard. His rude little recap of the situation served to further clarify the umbreon's memory of it all, leaving her to suffer further in the aftermath of her own actions. More importantly, the tone he was taking, the attitude... and the criticism... This momentarily stripped away what little willpower the umbreon had managed to salvage within herself. She felt defeated and embarrassed, and Solus' words were made that much worse by the fact that he was right and she knew it. Every step from her in recent times had been one failure after another; in fact, ever since she had left her home, it seemed that she could do nothing right. She had managed to survive on her own well enough, but beyond that, she was accomplishing nothing.

This sudden bout of crippling insecurity managed to weigh her down enough to keep her on the floor for only a moment before a new feeling took over. Slowly and without prior warning, she became animated once more, rising to her paws with her gaze directed down at the floor as if to avoid eye contact with her comrades. Their hostile criticism had not gone unheard, and on this special occasion, it had been taken into consideration. The umbreon's demeanor perked up almost instantly, reflecting her earlier ecstasy, but in a more genuine manner. A smile that could have been described as almost thankful fell over her face, ears perked and body standing tall and proud. With a confident posture and equal stride, she set off toward the buizel. "You're right. Both of you. That wasn't me," she finally responded, her voice clear despite her mind getting fuzzy once more. This time, however, the feeling was different; it wasn't exactly confusing; in fact, if anything, it was the only thing bringing her clarify of mind in the moment.

As she neared the buizel, she continued, "I have something for you. You've earned it after what you did." In truth, Solus did deserve a gift of some kind for his actions. Krikka looked down into her bag as if in search of something, pausing her approach barely a foot from her companion as she did so. After a moment's delay, she lifted her head back up to face the orange figure before her, making no effort to hide her joyful exterior. "You deserve it," she continued, her tone warm in a way that was still unusual for her, but not bubbly as it had been before. Then, without any kind of warning in the slightest, her tail took on a metallic gleam as she spun, slamming it into the Solus' right side with no sense of restraint. At the same time, her demeanor took a turn for the worst; her ears flattened and her cheery smile faded into a cold glare.
The atmosphere around her darkened, quite literally as a faint emanation of her black aura made itself apparent. She wasn't even planning to use it and had made no effort to manifest it, but her emotional state had brought it out with no say from her. Without even a moment's rest, she spun in the opposite direction, throwing her weighted tail into Solus' belly and dragging him to his knees.

"Do not speak to me like that," she demanded in such an aggressive manner that the clear hatred in her tone strained her voice. The metaphorical fog hanging over her was nothing like what she had just experienced; it didn't feel good; actually, it felt like nothing, and yet she seemed to be furious all the same. It was as if she were out of touch with her own emotions, like someone else was orchestrating them. This was different from when she had been flattered and simply didn't realize the way she was acting. She was experiencing tunnel-vision, her eyes only able to register what was directly in front of her. At the moment, that just happened to be Solus, though she normally would have turned her attention to something else and restrained herself from further harming him in such a place where she knew she needed her team to be at their best. Alas, this was far from normal, even for her, and she felt no sense of restraint. She had already brought her pet to his knees, but this wasn't enough for her; she put her left paw on his chest to stop him from falling forward, deciding that he was not yet ready to collapse.

After taking a moment to steady herself, she released the buizel and spun clockwise once more, whacking him in the head with her tail as he fell. This lashing out was doing nothing whatsoever to help with her state, which was unlike her. She had anger issues, no doubt, but getting to hit something always managed to relieve her of at least some of her stress. In this situation it was doing nothing for her, and yet she desired still to continue with no regard for... well, anything, really. As if answering her silent wish to inflict harm upon anything and everything, a large, purple figure promptly materialized itself above her. Despite the blur around her peripheral vision, she still managed to catch the reappearance of the drifblim through its sudden shadow on the floor around her. She looked up to see it hovering above, and before it could even attack, she loosed a blast from her negative shade up at it. This knocked the creature out of flight, and before it could hit the ground or right itself, she bit onto one of its dangling appendages and dragged it down, slamming it against the splintered ground. Whether it was from the black pulse or the following physical battery, the result was the same: it was unconscious.

Still, despite having inflicted more than enough violence, Krikka found herself unsatisfied. Her movements and actions were focused, almost mechanical, to an extent that lacked presence even in her most sound state of mind. There was no delay for decision-making, nor any consideration for petty things such as the well-being of those around her. Such an extreme degree of inconsideration for others, and for herself in the long run, was unlike her. She was no doubt cruel and, at times, impulsive, but even she had some sense of restraint. This sense was missing in the moment, and her mind was repeating a very simple command to her that she found herself following without question. She slowly turned herself to face Goro, each step confident and precise. Still giving very little warning of her actions in a manner that was as if not even she knew what she was about to do until she did it, another pulse from her wicked aura loosed itself at the croagunk. "You will respect me," she growled, the command intended for Goro as well as Solus.

She held a clear sense of emotion in her voice, insensitive anger practically seething from her, and yet at the same time, there was an air of indifference to her. Her gaze was almost blank and her body lacked any indication of her agitation aside from the obvious. She wasn't shaking, hesitating, or showing any trouble keeping herself composed. Despite clearly being Krikka, she could have been described as... lacking. Her attitude was almost faux, as if she were trying to emulate herself without understanding how. She was exhibiting no real personality, no substance to her emotions; she lacked all the defining traits and quirks that made her... her.

She was Krikka in the most literal sense only.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Mon Oct 02, 2017 3:37 am

The buizel was taken slightly aback by the tone Krikka was using, not to mention what she was offering. He didn’t trust her, but he wasn’t sure if it was an act or some lingering effect of what the Psychic-type had done to her. He also wasn’t willing to withdraw now, having already said he was ready and willing to take whatever it was she decided to deal out. He was right not to trust the umbreon. The first hit wasn’t dissimilar to what he had experienced before. In fact, it was exactly what he had expected from an upset Krikka. He wasn’t so prepared for the second strike, however, and as he fell to his knees he realised that the umbreon wasn’t restraining herself to any degree.

He heard her command very clearly. Solus hadn’t expected an easy time after speaking to Krikka like he had, but this was more than he had ever anticipated. The tone of voice she had used at that moment was something entirely different from any angry tone she had used before. He felt the umbreon’s paw on him, preventing him from going prone and curling up like his body instinctively told him to when confronted with this amount of harm in such a short span of time. He knew, by the fact that she was holding him up, that Krikka wasn’t done yet. At that moment he was actually beginning to regret his decision. He felt her move her paw away, and the next thing he knew he was on the floor.

His head hurt. He felt like the room was spinning. His sense of hearing was bouncing between extremely dull to overstimulating, and light went from dim to far too bright. He heard some commotion and felt the vibrations through the floor but couldn’t identify what was happening. Following that, he could hear what he thought was Krikka’s voice but, again, he couldn’t comprehend it. He held his head where he figured the umbreon must have struck him based on the pain and ever worsening headache he was experiencing. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blurriness and hoping as well to make the spinning sensation slow down. Neither went away. He tried to stand and face his leader—his attacker—but failed pathetically, falling back down to the floor the instant he had gained any significant altitude.

He opted to simply lay there, not moving except for the involuntary shaking as he could suddenly feel every ounce of pain he had been ignoring earlier combined with the new pain Krikka had just inflicted. He could barely think and found himself struggling to remember how he had ended up on the floor in so much pain. Krikka—I… Shoulda kept… Shut up—fuck. He realised he was starting to get quite drowsy and was wondering why he was even putting any effort into keeping himself awake. As his eyes fluttered shut, he realised that he didn’t have any say in the matter regardless of whether or not he wanted to stay conscious.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Mon Oct 02, 2017 5:46 am

The tension of the fight had all but left him. While Goro glanced at the psychic in the corner with a visible amount of distrust, he was surprised when he took a closer look at it. Solus had done quite a number on the creature - there was no way to tell what injuries were from what attacks, seeing as how all three of them had struck the psychic with a variety of different attacks, but it now lay broken and bleeding up against the wall, unresponsive. The Croagunk peered forward to try and discern any movement in it, even just breathing, but he found himself distracted by movement from the Buizel standing above it. Krikka's little pet had just turned around to come join them, but apparently, something had caught his attention, and he now studied the area around the Hypno's feet intently. He reached down and picked up something glinting silver, and once the Buizel let the item drop from his hands and let it be caught by the string dangling from his fingers, Goro realized it was the psychic's pendulum.

It... would be a nice trophy. Looking at it now, Goro was overcome with a strong sense of want. He'd gone toe-to-toe with a Pokémon with an incredible natural advantage over him, and despite the assistance he had, he was still standing while it wasn't. He won, in a twisted sort of way. It'd be a sweeter victory if he had done it all on his own, but such a thing wasn't possible. Not yet, anyway - all the same, however, Goro was immediately jealous of Solus for nicking the psychic's trinket before he had a chance to. He wasn't sure what he'd do with it, but just having it in his possession would be ironically sweet.

So when Solus called him out and practically ordered him to never use the move that saved his life against the psychic in the first place, it took nearly everything he had not to immediately throttle the weasel. He was only an instant away from snapping off a biting retort before Solus continued, making a smooth, efficient movement with his arm and tossing the pendulum at him. It was an underhanded throw, and the Croagunk watched half in confusion and half in anger as the trinket soared harmlessly toward him. Stupified as he was, honed and well-maintained reflexes still had him snatching the pendulum out of the air on instinct. It was smaller than it appeared in the Hypno's hand and notably cool to the touch. Part f him wanted to immediately smash the thing to pieces just because Solus had given it to him, but on the other hand... it was a really sweet trophy. The Buizel's generosity and words left him shocked that when he passed by the Croagunk, there was no motion from Goro. Instead, he turned to take in the Buizel as he made his way to Krikka, a very confused expression on his face.

Such was his shock and confusion that when Solus started speaking again, this time not to him but to Krikka, the Croagunk could only watch on in stupefied silence. This was absolutely not what he expected from the Umbreon's little toady. He figured Solus would slink up to Krikka offering whatever he could to alleviate her pain, and maybe brown-nose a little bit. But instead, Goro bore witness to Solus harshly criticizing his master - their master, maybe - ranting at the silent vixen. He knew just from their interactions in Cattail Marsh that this was not going to end well for the Buizel, and by extension, Solus had to know that better than him. Better than anyone perhaps Krikka herself, and despite that he stood there steadfastly, pointing out every mistake and flaw Krikka had shown since the group had strolled through the front doors of the Chateau. It was admirable if he turned his head and squinted a little bit. He knew he was going to get punished for this, but he was determined to make himself heard, despite the looming consequences.

Silence rang true in the empty room after Solus' rant. Goro watched with bated breath and Krikka bore the criticism silently, stewing in the silence afterward. The total lack of reaction was perhaps more unnerving than anything else. He'd feel better about things if Krikka reacted like he expected her to - that is, getting incensed and immediately lashing out at what was bothering her. No, instead she stood stoically, letting the quiet drag on uncomfortably before finally raising her head. Being ahead of the two as he was, Goro was unable to see the expression on Solus' face, but he had full view of Krikka's. The genuine smile and perky ears were not unlike how she looked under the influence of the psychic's mind trick, and for a few moments, he had to wonder if she was still under its influence, despite the creature in question being thoroughly unconscious. Probably worse than that.

But no. Instead, after Krikka spoke words of thanks and acknowledgment of her failures, after she slowly approached the Buizel in front of her with the promise of a reward, he watched her expression melt into something truly intimidating. Any traces of gratefulness or friendliness melted immediately, and she looked nothing if not cold. An Iron Tail slammed harshly into Solus, and the Umbreon's dark aura flared up around her. Goro bore witness to the Solus' brutal beating, and he remained silent throughout. Part of it was genuine shock - before, she'd shown concern for Solus. Not anything real, mind you, but she'd protected him in the Marsh and she almost apologized to him when she damn near tore a chunk out of his arm. It was something - he didn't expect her to treat him in such a manner. Either she was not a good recipient of honest criticism, or there was something more to her freaking out in the face of her shortcomings. Perhaps she was just crazy; it fit with what he knew of her so far. Even when Krikka laid the Buizel out onto the floor and lashed out at the next thing that offended her, the ghost from before he realized, Goro stood by silently. Another part of it was a healthy fear of the vixen's power and ruthlessness, but it also just... didn't have anything to do with him. What business was it of his if Krikka decided to discipline her pet for speaking out of turn?

It quickly became his business when Krikka finished off the balloon ghost and turned right around to train her gaze on him. The tension from before quickly surged through him, and Goro found himself clenching his fists almost painfully in preparation to defend himself. If the bitch had gone crazy and decided to beat everything around her to death, then it was just too bad - he wasn't going to let himself go out like that. At least not without a fight. Still, despite what he told himself, the Croagunk was motionless as the Umbreon slowly approached him, her steps mechanical and almost automatic in motion. Even if he looked absolutely ready to fight back, he made no motion to defend or attack as she came toward him, and he knew that if he was going to defend himself, he'd have to make the first move. From experience, the Croagunk knew her blows were often debilitating and final. She didn't fight to make her opponents suffer; she fought to take them down as quickly as possible.

The Dark Pulse that tore a path from the Umbreon toward him was shockingly powerful. It wasn't as overwhelming as the one she'd used on the psychic from before, but even this one dwarfed her strikes in Cattail Marsh in power. Thrusting his arms in front of him as if to protect himself, Goro was still blown back bodily by the attack. The shockwave crashed into him with all the force he remembered and more, and he didn't register flying backward until he thudded into the wall behind him. Suddenly weak from the crushing blow, Goro fell to his hands and knees, only just able to save himself from landing face-first on the ground. The depth of her power seemed to be growing so much faster than his - even now, not long after their battle in Cattail Marsh, her dark shockwave had somehow increased in strength so much. In contrast, how had he grown? He could shake the earth now, and strike with incredible speeds, but what use was that when she could simply blow him away? It wasn't the overwhelming force of her attack or the stinging pain that hurt Goro so much, now; it was the feeling of helplessness, that she was so far ahead of him and still eclipsing him.

Weakly, he rose his head to take in the Umbreon still coolly standing there, and Solus behind her almost motionless. There were a few shakes and tremors from his figure, but Goro knew just from looking at him that they weren't voluntary. He was hurt worse than any of them, and all of his injuries had come from his mistress. Despite the futility of it, the Croagunk felt a surge of fury and hate run through him, staring ahead loathingly at the Umbreon in front of him. Solus was right. This was all her fault, and when she had to come to terms with that fact, she just decided to... lash out? Strike the people that were helping her do whatever the fuck she wanted to do here? They didn't even know what the goal was, but they were following her anyway. If it weren't for the horrible odds he had of getting out of the Chateau by himself, Goro would have split off from the Umbreon right there. He was still tempted to, even now. What the fuck would he find fighting for her, when she'd probably get him killed before the day had passed?

He wanted so badly to turn tail and just leave, but he didn't. Maybe it was that he knew the Umbreon wouldn't let him, in the state she was in. Even if she wasn't pissed off and raring to dish out punishment, he had a feeling she wouldn't tolerate one of them leaving her. Instead of booking it toward the still-open exit, Goro remained there, on his hands and knees, recovering from the blow. After a few moments of harsh breathing and stifling silence, he managed to pull himself up to his feet and brace himself against the wall behind him, but that was all he felt he could manage. In contrast to Solus, who lay on the ground broken and bleeding, he'd probably gotten off lightly... but he didn't even challenge the Umbreon. He snapped at her, sure, but who wouldn't after such a poor fucking performance? No, despite it all, Goro couldn't let himself be rid of his feelings toward the Umbreon, and he stood there weakly against the wall, staring at her with a tired sense of loathing.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Mon Oct 02, 2017 3:23 pm

On any other day, Krikka would have been satisfied with her performance, and perhaps even a bit regretful for her behavior. She was one for violence, and she cared not for the emotions or physical well-being of others, but even so, this level of aggression was excessive even for someone so demented as herself. At that, when she was motivated to be so hostile, she enjoyed it, but in this instance, she felt nothing toward her acts. No relief, no sadistic pleasure; she was just mindlessly attacking everything around her as per the single-minded command running through her head. Her aura began to die down, but after seeing that Goro was still standing, it intensified once more. Solely because he wasn't laid out on the ground in pain or unconscious like Solus, she intended to hit him again... and again... and again. It was all she could think about, if what she was doing could even be describe as "thinking." There was no room in her head for reason or rationality, nothing to tell her that she shouldn't have been beating on her teammates. In such a dangerous place, she needed them at the top of their game, and yet the thought didn't even cross her mind.

Then, as suddenly as everything else she'd done in the past few moments, the shadows caressing her form faded into nothing. She stared blankly at the croagunk, unresponsive, yet with her focus still trained on him. She was almost catatonic, motionless and lacking any apparent emotion as if she were a statue. Her inaction reflected her mind; bare and empty, with the thoughts of violence suddenly having been lost, leaving her with nothing, as nothing. Her mind was processing Goro's existence, but it was bringing about no conscious thought, nor any reaction. She was entirely blank, and not from any guilt or realization of what she was doing; it was just the opposite. She had shut down, which may not have been the worst thing in the world since it was preventing her from further lashing out, but in such a dangerous area, it probably wasn't the best thing either. She was the main defense against the denizens of the chateau, not only for herself, but for her allies as well... if they could even be called that at the moment.

She blinked. The first sign of the end of her trance-like state was a simple blink. Her consciousness slowly returned to her, and after a moment, she realized that Goro was against the wall in front of her, looking a bit beaten up and exhausted. She was vaguely conscious of the fact that she had hurt him, but she had no recollection of why she felt this way. "I..." she muttered hesitantly under her breath, trying to gather her bearings. There was a delay before she remembered that she was in the Ruined Chateau, and that Goro wasn't the only one with her. A feeling of dread came over her, and she instinctively turned around to see what had prompted it: Solus was on the floor, just fading out of consciousness and looking much worse off than Goro. The umbreon's eyes widened slightly; she somehow knew she had done this, but again, she seemed to have no memory of it. Her body began to shake in a mixture of shock and concern, her lack of understanding toward the situation already beginning to faze her. "What did I-" she began, but her attempts at speaking were consistently falling short.

Lost for words, Krikka could only stare at the buizel draped over the ground. He looked bad, more so than she would ever have wanted for him; she was cruel, but not this cruel. She took a step back from the scene in a vain attempt to escape it, concerns and confusion flooding her mind. The more she tried to think about it, the more the memories of what had happened seemed to evade her. She had attacked her own allies? It wasn't exactly unbelievable, but she had no vivid recollection of any such event. All she had to go off of was some strange, faint sensation that she was the cause of it all, and that was scary to her. Unable to remember or understand her own actions, she devolved further and further into what could have been described as a state of fear as she began to understand the situation. The worst part about it all was that she actually felt bad; for the first time in a long time, she felt guilty about something she had done. She didn't even know what, exactly, it was that she had done, but she could see from the buizel's bleeding skull and limp body that it was excessive.

"I'm... I-I didn't mean- I..." she stammered in an attempt to somehow formulate an excuse for what she had done, turning back toward Goro as if trying to justify herself to him in specific since he was the only other conscious thing in the room. Alas, the mixture of emotion and confusion left her unable to even form a coherent sentence, let alone a proper excuse. She barely understood what she had done, so even if she could have pulled herself together, trying to explain herself would have been nigh-impossible. Her ears drooped further down, which, coupled with her expression full of fear and regret, painted an unusual image of her. She actually felt glad that the croagunk's body seemed to be in relatively decent condition, that she hadn't maimed him as she had done Solus. She was still having trouble believing that she could have done so much damage and not even remembered it. Had some foe done something to her head, made her attack her teammates?

Her thoughts raced around as she tried to figure out what had happened to her, what had gone so wrong to cause this. Then, her confused, cluttered mind froze as a single realization finally came to light. It wasn't the answer she had been searching for, but it was something important enough to snap her out of her panicky state; it had given her something to focus on. "Solus!" she exclaimed all of a sudden as she turned and rushed back to the buizel, fear present in her utterance of the single word. "Solus, don't pass out!" she thrust her front paws into his fur as she spoke, trying to bring him to consciousness. To her dismay, he was already out, which was a very bad thing indeed. It had taken her considerably longer than it should have to come to the worrying realization that they were in a dangerous environment and her companion would be in pretty significant danger if he were to fall asleep. At that, with the presumed severity of his head injury, she doubted he would be waking up any time soon if he went to sleep, which made the problems that much worse.

She shook the limp figure of the buizel with her paws in an attempt to wake him up, but, of course, this did nothing. Potential concussion aside, it was no surprise when he didn't immediately wake up after sustaining whatever major head injury she had given him. Krikka was genuinely concerned for the consequences of having to carry an unconscious ally through this place. She was beginning to notice the aching in her body that signaled to her that she was injured as well, and she knew Goro wasn't exactly in the best shape either, so having to watch out for Solus on top of it all presented some issues. More importantly, what if she had given him some kind of legitimate, serious injury that he would need care for? How would she know now that he had passed out; how would she know if she needed to get him out of this hellhole and to someone who could help him? She didn't have the processing ability to spare for distaste toward her concern for Solus' well-being, and in the moment, she was very upset about the idea of him just slipping into unconsciousness and dying from some brain injury because of her. Or there was always the possibility that something would attack them and end up targeting the vulnerable buizel, which could also end up killing him.

Regardless, staying in place seemed like the worst course of action. "Goro, help me get him on my back!" she shouted over to the croagunk, a tinge of her normal bitterness returning to her tone. She may not have been calming down, exactly, but she was slowly coming to terms with the situation. The initial shock and confusion was fading, and now, she had regained her ability to make decisions. She had no idea if Goro would even trust or listen to her, but she hoped so, as she lacked confidence in her ability to protect her loyal pet on her own. She didn't even know if she would be able to carry him, but she figured she would do a better job of it than Goro. Besides, it was probably a safe bet that he wouldn't want to do it, and it was her own fault, which meant it was her job to do the carrying. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have cared at all about whose job it was to do what; it would be everyone else's job to do everything. However, this was a very special situation in which she had done something very wrong and felt very bad for it.

After a moment's delay, she decided to explain herself to her still-conscious ally, just to be sure he understood her request. "It's not safe just sitting here, waiting to get jumped. We need to move, and we'll eventually find a way forward or a way back," she spoke, failing to realize that she was implying willingness to simply leave the chateau without completing her personal mission. In truth, she was, but such a thing should have bothered her. After all, she was supposed to be an evil criminal, and she couldn't do a very good job of that if she went around putting the safety of others over her own goals. Her day thus far had been full of unusual experiences, and it had just barely started. Assuming that this was just the beginning, she dreaded what was to come. She just wanted to leave, make sure Solus was okay, and try to salvage her working relationship with Goro. Unfortunately, even if the choice truly were so simple for her, the house would surely have other plans. Whether it was a conscious entity or not, she doubted leaving would be an easy task.

Despite having asked for her muscle-man's help, the umbreon didn't wait for him to get to her before trying to hoist her damaged follower onto her back. She lowered her head to grab onto his arm, but paused as she saw the blood covering it and remembered what she had done not long ago. She didn't want to risk worsening his wounds, so she instead picked him up by his other arm, showing excessive care not to repeat her earlier action by wounding it. She tried to lift the body of the buizel off of the ground so she could push herself under him, but she was still a bit panicky and unsteady, making the task easier said than done. That, and managing to pull someone on top of her with her quadrupedal body was already difficult. She wasn't even sure if she would be able to carry him, but she would just have to.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Tue Oct 03, 2017 11:15 pm

Perhaps climbing back up to his feet and offering a tired glare to the Umbreon wasn't the wise thing to do, in hindsight. Krikka stared him down just as blankly and coldly as she did Solus moments prior, and it seemed that she was going to do to him what she'd just done to the Buizel. That is, beat him until he was unable to resist her, or until she grew tired of lashing out at whatever was in front of her. The dark aura pulsing around her from her technique was roiling and powerful, threatening to tear a path toward him at any moment, and he waited with bated breath for it to start. Part of him wanted desperately to defend himself, to fight back and see how he had grown in comparison to Krikka, but another part of him knew, in a way that trumped all hopes and theories that he hadn't grown enough to win. Knew it deep in his bones that even if he did somehow win, he'd die for it. If he didn't die trying to get out of the Chateau, then she'd probably find a way to end his life later on down the road.

Still, the alternative of just taking the beating was so offensive and unappealing that Goro felt he had to offer some sort of resistance. Determined to at least put up a fight, the Croagunk bared his teeth and stood up straight, his fists curling in on themselves in preparation for the coming conflict. And... then nothing. As quick as it came, Krikka's aura dissipated, vanishing into nothing and the Umbreon blinked blankly. The look on her face had instantly transformed from coldly devoid of any emotion to clueless, and he watched as she turned around, noticing Solus and freaking out accordingly. Goro wasn't sure what was coming over her - or what had come over her, perhaps - and offered nothing to the Umbreon as she turned from Solus' twitching body back to him, half-heartedly attempting to explain herself but failing miserably. What confused him most about the situation was that she seemed completely genuine; did she really not remember beating the shit out of Solus a moment ago, or blasting Goro into the wall?

Apparently, she felt some measure of regret over her snap decision, suddenly thrusting her paws atop the unconscious Buizel's chest and attempting to shake him back awake. Given the circumstances, he thought that the last thing Solus needed was to wake up to the image of Krikka leaning over him, but who was he to say shit? She even had the gall to snap another order at him, beckoning him to come over and help lift the Buizel onto her back. It was decent of her to at least take him with her, he supposed, wherever the hell she thought she was going. He knew he probably couldn't carry Solus himself - at least, not for long. So far he'd been uninjured, relatively speaking, but the blast from Krikka had done a number on him. He remained still after Krikka ordered him, absolutely not willing to listen to her or get anywhere close to the Umbreon given her flip-flopping mental states. What guarantee did he have that she wasn't going to snap again once he got close to her and do the same fucking thing she did to Solus?

It was her reasoning that prompted him into action, explaining that they were vulnerable in the empty room to whatever else wanted to show up. It made sense, he supposed, and Solus did look like he needed some fucking help sooner rather than later. He himself would have suggested going back the way they came, but he doubted either of them could make it back up the ledge they dropped down from, let alone with an unconscious body between them. Sullenly, Goro shuffled over to the Umbreon in the center of the room, watching her carefully as he approached. Fortunately, she really did seem more occupied and concerned with the wellbeing of Solus, as strange as that seemed after the brutal beatdown she delivered to him. Perhaps she really did just get carried away, but then she should have realized that as soon as it happened. Whatever was going on with her was beyond him, he knew.

There wasn't much he could do besides stiffly make his way over to the Umbreon and do as he was bid. To her credit, she was trying to carry him on her own, her movements unsteady and nervous, as if she really did understand the weight of her tantrum. Still, he resolved to be silent as he did so - it wasn't fucking worth the risk of talking to the Umbreon if it meant she could go off the handle and reduce him to a broken mess. He was confident he'd put up more of a fight than the Buizel had, but there was no way he'd be able to resist her in the end. Plus he needed her to get out of Chateau in one piece. After this, however, he was definitely going to reconsider the decision he made back in the Marsh. Quietly, Goro shuffled over to Solus and Krikka, grasping onto the Buizel's arm and wrapping his own around the Water-type's waist. With a small grunt of effort, he hoisted Solus up onto the Umbreon's back, positioning him carefully so as to not drop him. It wasn't the most stable way of transporting the injured Pokémon, but it was the only way they had. He wouldn't be able to shoulder the burden for long, but Krikka probably could just by virtue of her body type.

"Ya got 'em?" His words were hushed and tense, traces of heated, bitter anger lingering in his tone despite himself. He kept holding Solus so as not to let him drop, as awkward as he looked leaning over the Umbreon with his arms wrapped around the Buizel atop her, just in case his weight was too much for the Umbreon to handle. Given the word, though, he was prepared to let Krikka shoulder the weight of her injured charge by herself.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Wed Oct 04, 2017 4:29 am

If he were able to witness the events that followed his fall from consciousness, Solus would have been confronted with another new side of Krikka he had not yet seen before. The genuinity of Krikka’s concern for her followers—and for Solus in particular—would have been clear as could be to the buizel. He would probably be unsure of how he felt toward the umbreon after seeing that she could, in fact, demonstrate legitimate concern for others and, more importantly, him. He also almost certainly would be sure how to respond to her concern; although, if he were able to, would she have ever exposed this side of herself in the first place?

Regardless, the fact of the matter was that Solus could not perceive the events that followed his passing out. He could not bear witness to the umbreon’s display of legitimate concern or the guilt she clearly carried following her sudden bout of violence—which was uncharacteristic even for her. No, he had in fact fallen into unconsciousness not long after suffering the blow to his head. He had suffered from severe disorientation immediate after the hit, so he had failed to observe Krikka’s assault of the drifblim or the attack she made toward Goro. He hadn’t even been able to make out her demand for respect. This disorientation was a clear indication of a concussion. Fortunately—for both Solus’s health and Krikka’s conscience—that was the worst of the injuries to his head, short of a bit of external bleeding. Unfortunately for Krikka, there wasn’t really any way for her to know that fact.

While Krikka ordered Goro to assist in lifting Solus’s unresponsive body, Solus found himself elsewhere. He couldn’t remember how he got to this new place—the last thing he remembered was walking away from the Psychic he had knocked unconscious. Now he was in a dark fog, barely able to see his own paw in front of his face. He was hesitant to move in any direction, fearing he may run into a wall or fall from some unseeable drop. The dense fog was so obstructing that Solus couldn’t make out the shape of the room—or tell if he was even in a room anymore. Was it possible the house had shifted him somewhere else without the concealment of a closed door? Was it possible that the house could teleport it’s occupants around? Or maybe it was another Psychic-type trick?

The buizel jumped at a sudden shift in the fog. He couldn't’ see what caused it, but he could hear the sounds of something tumbling onto a hard surface and felt a rush of wind which ever-so-slightly disturbed the fog. Having turned to face the direction he thought the movement was headed toward, he stood as still as possible, not wanting to draw the attention of anything that may be lurking in the grey. In the silence, he thought he could hear the tiniest of sounds—a voice, perhaps, at the tail end of a sentence. He stood stark still, straining to listen for any further sound or indication of life.

"It's not safe just sitting here."

Solus gasped at the suddenness of the voice—only then realising he had been holding his breath. He recognized the voice immediately as Krikka’s. It sounded much closer but he couldn’t distinguish which direction it had come from. “Krikka?” The buizel asked in a hushed tone to the open air, not wanting to speak too loudly; especially now that he was being warned that where he was was apparently not safe. “Where are you? What happened to the yellow thing’s room?”

"Find a way… A way back."

Again, the umbreon’s voice echoed around him, the source direction impossible to determine. “A way back to where? Wait, where are we now?” Solus turned around slowly, scanning the fog in hopes to find his leader’s distinct blue rings somewhere in the grey. “There’s a weird echo here,” he spoke, again in a hushed but carrying voice. “I can’t tell which direction you’re in.” There was no response. “Krikka, come on, where are you?” The buizel’s tone was slowly changing from hushed to harsh as he was getting annoyed and a bit panicked by the silence. “Krikka! Goro? EIther of you, fucking answer! Krikka, if you can hear me, do that light trick you did earlier, maybe I can see it through the fog.”

Upon his request, a noticeable flare of light shone through the haze. Solus was surprised that the umbreon had taken an order from him, and at the same time annoyed that she wasn’t talking. “Uh, thanks. I guess,” Solus half-whispered in the direction of the light. He began walking toward the source, one arm extended in front of him to search out any obstructions before he could run into them face-first. “Ya know, if anything is able to hear us it’s definitely able to see that light. Doesn’t really make sense to just stay quiet when you’re basically a living lantern.” Once again, no response. “Is Goro with you…? Goro if you’re with her croak—or something.” Silence. “This isn’t funny. If we’re supposed to be silent the least you could do is quietly tell me to shut up.”

As Solus got closer to the light source, its familiar blue colouration became noticeable. It had appeared white when he first saw it, probably due to it being filtered through the grey-white fog. Which, now that he was considering the effects of the fog on the umbreon’s light, he took note that the fog was growing… Darker? At some point in his walk toward the light it had apparently shifted in shade, going from a white mist to a darker grey, similar to a storm cloud. When had that happened? How long did that transition take? How long had he been walking? Solus was taken by a sudden, strange feeling that he could barely describe. He somehow felt as if he had simultaneously been walking for a mere minute and a half-hour.

But now Krikka’s signature blue light was close enough that Solus could make out the vague outlines of the vixen. He knew now that he was much closer than before. The light was brighter, now, too. And bluer. The shade of blue actually looked sort of pretty in the deep purple fog. Solus figured he must have been walking for some time now, as he could feel his breathing become just a bit heavier. He was much closer now. He could tell by the black silhouette of the umbreon in the lighter purple fog, made fairly clear by the light cutting through the smog. He had to be within twelve feet of her.

“You couldn’t have tried to meet me halfwa—Krikka?” The buizel stopped in his tracks, something about the situation suddenly seemed off to him. Was it the dark purple of the smog, or the difficulty in trying to breath with the toxic air? No, it was neither of those. It had to be the sudden ambiguousness of Krikka’s silhouette. It had distorted from the shape of an umbreon to something of vague, undeterminable shape and size. The lights had stayed where they had always been, however, unchanging, unmoving. “W-what’s going on…? What is—” Solus’s voice broke as the ambiguous black blob took a new form, It had grown long and tall. The lights, which had now formed into a single entity as well, traveled up into the air along with the rising darkness.

It rose in a similar fashion to black smoke; dense and heavy, expanding out the higher it went. The light stopped short of the highest point, separating into smaller globes and shifting from their deep blue colour to a crimson red and forming a pattern which Solus thought he might recognize, but he couldn’t quite place it. Despite not immediately recognizing it, the scene in front of the buizel filled him with dread. This wasn’t Krikka—he didn’t know what it was. He only knew it was dangerous. He only managed a single step back before he froze. The smoke was completing itself, taking on a form that was now indisputably recognizable.

It was identical to the arbok that had attacked Krikka—its body made up of some kind of living shadow or smoke, the light which he had thought to be Krikka’s rings had now become its eyes and formed the pattern on the thing’s belly. As it slowly unhinged its huge jaws it became evident that it’s massive, deadly fangs were also composed of the strange, blood red light. Solus was paralyzed in fear, staring up at the massive serpentine figure helplessly; too scared to even grovel and beg for mercy. It took no effort for him to figure out why it had returned—it wanted revenge. Somehow he knew that this arbok had to be the mother or father of that ekans. It had hunted him down, found him—found the one who had killed its kin. It was going to kill him.

It hissed viciously as it struck at him. It struck without warning. The cowering buizel didn’t have even a moment to react; no time to jump back, to shield himself, or even to close his eyes. The serpent moved with an impossible speed. Solus barely got out the slightest of screams before the massive snake’s jaws clamped closed on him.

Outside of his mind—back in reality—an unconscious Solus quietly whimpered. This sound was involuntary and was most certainly not an indication that the buizel might be returning to consciousness. No, his body had no intention of waking up yet. And the darker side of his subconscious had no intention of letting him escape so soon.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Thu Oct 05, 2017 4:20 pm

Krikka's concerned and frantic state lingered as she tried desperately to get the fallen buizel on her back so that she could carry him. She didn't even remember what he'd done to make her lash out at him so violently, and she only had faint memories of the actual lashing; just blurry images in her mind, filled with a cold feeling she did not like. Or... maybe she did? She recalled taking the actions, albeit barely, but one thing she couldn't find in her own memory was emotion. Had she not felt anything at all throughout the process of beating Solus and lashing out at Goro? And more importantly, was that really such a bad thing? She was unsure, but she assumed her memory of the events was simply too damaged to recall anything beyond faint traces of her actions. The effects of the yellow creep's strange hypnosis hadn't quite worn off, and she had gotten mad about something and just decided to hit something in her dazed state. Surely, this was what happened; it wasn't her fault and she couldn't be held accountable.

Despite her sound reasoning, she couldn't help but feel bad all the same; not only because she had harmed her followers with what she assumed to be little-to-no reason, but also because she had no recollection of her desire to inflict this harm. The feeling of committing such an assault and not remembering her own will to do so was... scary. She was continuously playing what little she could recollect through her mind over and over, trying to piece it together and bring some level of peace to herself, but the fog refused to lift. She became lost to her own thoughts, able only to remember a haze that felt more like a dream than reality. Still images of incomplete scenes played on repeat, out of order, leaving her in utter confusion as to what had happened. It was more akin to a vague feeling of what had happened than a legitimate memory; it was terrifying. It relieved her when Goro suddenly drew her attention away from herself, bringing her back to reality and effectively saving her from her self-entrapment.

Krikka remained still as the croagunk lifted the unconscious buizel onto her back. The first thing she noticed as the weight brought itself down on top of her was that there was a lot of it, more than she had expected. She should have expected it, especially since Solus had thrown himself on top of her in their first interaction, but she didn't. Perhaps it was simply due to the state she was in; it was proving difficult to think clearly about anything with the pressure of the unknown and confusion weighing down on her; and in truth, that was far heavier than Solus. The croagunk's voice spoke out, holding her attention to reality, for which she was thankful. "Yeah," came her simple response, lacking any of her usual... personality. It was quick and to the point, openly broadcasting how little she wanted to speak, even going so far as to suggest shame for her behavior. She wasn't ashamed so much as concerned, but she certainly didn't feel good about herself. She was okay with doing bad things even without justification, but doing something and being unable to understand her own reasons, or even what in specific she had done, was not a pleasant experience for her.

She then heard the faint sound of a whimper; it took her a moment to realize it was from Solus, but when she did, she was immediately drawn to him. Her hope was that he was waking up, but alas this was not the case. It seemed he was simply dreaming; either that or he was in such pain that it was penetrating his unconscious state. Neither of these possibilities were appealing, as one meant he was scared and the other meant he was in agony. "I'm-" she began, absentmindedly speaking out to Goro before realizing what she was about to say and stopping herself. No apologies, ever, she thought to herself as a reminder of what this life of hers was for. She would apologize to no one for wronging them; the world was her playground, and her actions were for herself and no one else. She would regret nothing, let alone carry guilt for something she had done. She had decided early on that the world did not deserve an apology from her, and she intended to stick to this for the rest of her days.

After a moment's pause, the umbreon's composure suddenly returned. "Let's go," she commanded and set off toward the open doorway the fugly yellow thing's attention had been on. She wanted to see what was so special about the next room; it was clearly well-lit, but upon further inspection, it didn't seem to be a room at all. As she neared the door, she saw that it was actually a hallway, and it bore quite the length; she couldn't even see the end of it despite the candles running along the walls as far as she could see. She was briefly rendered speechless as she stared down the unfathomably long hallway, astounded at how the house could hold such a thing within itself. The hall certainly seemed longer than anything that could reasonably have been part of the chateau, and yet, there it was. After a moment, a faint smile crept onto her face, this one presenting itself in a more genuine manner than her prior instances of faux-happiness and delusional joy. This was a look of anticipation for what was to come, as if she knew exactly what that was an couldn't wait. She did.

Her next words were content with a hint of relief. Finally, something was going her way.

"Welcome to the Ruined Passage."

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Fri Oct 06, 2017 11:08 pm

Krikka's somber silence was almost disturbing, considering the circumstances. A few moments ago she'd been flying off her handle, attacking everything in sight, but as soon as she got a good look at her handiwork she'd turned into this nervous, mellow wreck. The Buizel in his arms was significantly heavier than he appeared, and he was eager to drop the burden onto his leader's back, but still, he had to exercise caution. For all that Krikka was strangely enthusiastic about taking responsibility for her tantrum, here, he wanted to be careful not to jostle the injured Pokémon. Goro was quiet aside from his automatic question when he laid Solus' weight onto the Umbreon's back, and he was surprised when the Umbreon actually answered him this time. So far she'd shown a preference for just ignoring him entirely, either when he spoke or did something that bore some mention - it was fine by him, mostly, considering he didn't exactly need to be patted on the back every time he did his duty, but all of these mixed signals were getting confusing.

He couldn't get a read on his maybe-future-boss. It was certainly no specialty of his, but her actions seemed to be contradicting themselves more and more the longer he was in her presence. As much as she acted like the two of them were beneath her, there was real concern on display when she fretted over Solus, and something like actual regret when she saw the result of her fit. And that was to say nothing of the confused panic that overcame her when she took a step back from her violent actions - he knew of no psychic move that could rattle a Pokémon like that. Unless he was missing something, which he very well could be, then there was something more going on with the vixen in charge here. Beyond the Pokémon they had fought or the moves they used on her, that is. It wasn't his place to worry, and he was certainly not worried about her, but it was only common sense to start feeling concern over himself. If she succumbed to madness every so often and treated him the way she just did Solus, then he had to start rethinking his plan here.

A whimper from the Buizel jerked him out of his thoughts, and the sudden silence following it was extremely uncomfortable. She'd really done a number on him, and damn him if he wasn't unnerved by that fact. After a small utterance by Krikka, she cut herself off and spent a moment gathering her composure, before issuing another command. Time to go, apparently - she strode forward to the open doorway ahead of them. Dutifully, he followed her, comfortable with giving her a healthy lead. Again, it would have been smart for him to lead here, considering he was probably the least worst off of them all, and he didn't exactly have an injured Pokémon on his back, but far be it from him to argue with the crazy fox in charge. The doorway ahead lead into an unfathomably long hallway. It seemed impossible at first glance; from the outside looking in, there was no way that the Chateau, even with its prodigious size, could be home to such a long hallway, but there it was.

Apparently, this bore some significance, as it bore its own name. The Ruined Passage, Krikka called it. He could see why it could be called that, gazing down the incredibly long hall, and he felt a burning curiosity as to what waited for them at the end of it all. Still, he said nothing, equal parts caution and fury keeping him from speaking to the Umbreon in front of him.

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PostSubject: Re: Vision   Tue Oct 10, 2017 7:08 pm

Solus awoke with a start. Eyes darting around to take in the situation as quickly as possible, the buizel had failed to realise that the source of his sudden wakefulness was from any cardinal directions but, in fact, up. It had started raining. Once he realised this, he relaxed a bit. But only a bit. He had the feeling that something terrible had just happened, he just couldn’t recall it exactly and could place it chronologically. Had it happened before he fell asleep, or had it only been a dream? Perhaps he would have thought about it more, but he opted to seek shelter from the rain instead. He had apparently fallen asleep under a window behind his own house. He couldn’t come up with any valid reason for why he’d have done that and yet didn’t dwell on the strangeness of it all the same.

Making his way around the rather small building, Solus could hear the muffled sound of voices from within the abode. Voices? Plural? It had to mean that his father was in, but who could the other voice be? As far as he knew, his father didn’t have a lot of friends. He never really was the social type, as far as the buizel could remember. In fact, his father barely ever even spoke to him. Reaching the front door—the only entrance into the building, actually—Solus found it unopenable. Locked. The door barely budged, in fact. Could it have even been barricaded shut? He wouldn’t put it past the floatzel if he really wanted to keep him out. He had been trying to do that more and more often as of late.

Solus knew his dad was trying to get rid of him without actually telling him to. What he didn’t know was why he wanted him gone. He didn’t know a lot about his father. He knew that the man never wanted much to do with his son. He knew this but he didn’t understand it. All his life—as far as he could remember—his father was always distant from him. He was always there, but never there for him. And over time, Solus felt as if his father was trying to make things more difficult him. At some point, food seemed to become progressively more scarce in the house. His father never seemed to take notice and left Solus to solve the problem on his own. He had been afraid to wander the nearby forests in search of food alone, and so he had taken to stealing. Because he was so young it never really led to any real problems.No, those came later, when he grew older and more confident.

He tried making friends. When that didn’t work he started picking fights. Why? His dad had suggested it. He didn’t know why his father would suggest such a thing. He knew why he listened, though. He was hoping that if he listened to his father’s suggestions that maybe, just maybe, he’d actually pay him some attention. It didn’t help, but at least he had found a hobby. That hobby is what really started to get him in trouble. Parents were never too happy about some little punk bullying their kids. Some of those parents were shopkeepers, who warned other shopkeepers about the little thieving bully. This led to the inevitable involvement of the local authorities on a few occasions. It never led to any serious charges. His father barely batted an eye when an officer showed up at his door with the troublesome buizel unwilling in tow.

The buizel was slowly climbing his way up to becoming a serious problem in the eyes of both parents and shopkeepers. He had managed to garnish a minor reputation with some of the local law enforcers as well. It was likely around this time that Solus developed his distrust of authority figures. He knew they saw him as a problem, and this bothered him. He believed himself to be the victim. He didn’t have a choice; he had to steal to survive. He had to fight because… Well, because his dad suggested it. How could he be responsible for his misdeeds when his father gave him no other choice?

Solus had moved around to the side of the house, plopping down with his back against the exterior wall. There was a window above him—out of reach—which allowed natural light to enter the adorning room during the day, and allowed artificial light to escape into the darkness of night once the sun had set. This room was that of his father’s, and he could hear the voice of the floatzel more clearly now, as well as the other voice which Solus didn’t recognize. It sounded feminine. The simple idea that his father had company was quite bizarre to the buizel. Despite the fact that the rain had been getting progressively worse, and that he had little cover from the downpour sitting where he was, Solus remained where he sat, straining to hear the conversation between his father and this stranger.

“... you don’t know where he is?” It was the feminine voice, in a tone that indicated that he might have missed the first half of the question.

“I know he’s not here. And he’s not getting in, either.” The voice of his father; referring to his son, no doubt.

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”

“Don’t act like you actually care.” The floatzel’s statement was followed by a brief silence before the feminine voice returned.

“He’s not my kid. I don’t have kids. I don’t want kids. I’m honestly surprised you did.”

“I didn’t,” the floatzel snapped the instant the feminine voice stopped. She did.”

She. His mother, Solus guessed. He had no recollection of her. He didn’t know who she was, why she left, or where she was now. He didn’t even know if she was alive. He also wasn’t sure if he wanted to know anything about her. If she was anything like his father, he had to think she was worse, considering she had left whereas his father had stayed. He never asked his dad for detail on the situation, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.

“And what about now? Have you changed your attitude about the whole—”

“I just want Mazz back,” the floatzel interrupted with an almost defeated tone.
“What about the kid?” The other voice responded with seemingly minimal concern.

“She told me to take care of him. I have. He can handle himself—I made sure of that. He’s a little thief and a bully, but at least he’s not a cowardly pansy.”

Solus found himself shivering as the sound of thunder snapped him back to reality. Why was he shivering? Was it the cold rain? No, it could have been. The rain had stopped instantaneously with the sound of thunder. He wasn’t cold. And he wasn’t sitting under the window of his father's room anymore, either. A strange sensation overcame him as he realised that he wasn’t where he thought he was at all. He suddenly knew that he had just experienced a memory in dream form—he was dreaming. He also found that he could recall his previous nightmare, and in unwanted, vivid detail. He was being overwhelmed with a mix of emotions and strange sensations. He was lucid, yet dreaming. He was once again terrified of the shadowy monster from his nightmare, despite knowing it wasn’t real. And he was suddenly feeling a flurry of emotions which he could remember feeling before—the same emotions he ha felt after overhearing that conversation between his father and the stranger.

Reliving that memory in dream form—it wasn’t quite a nightmare, but it was far from pleasant. It was at that point that Solus had realised that his father really didn’t care about him. It was when he realised that he was truly and completely alone. It was at that point that he realised that everything he was was due to influence from his father who, at that point he realised, he hated. It wasn’t too long after that event that he decided to try and become a better person just to spite his father. And not long after that, he learned how difficult it was to develop a good reputation when you already had a bad one.

And of course, things didn’t get much better from that point on. He ha met Xeno, only to have his new friend get attacked by some psychopath in the woods after he had sent him there. He wasn’t able to beat the monster, either. Then he made a deal with that monster and not long after he found himself in her possession. And over the time he had spent with her thus far, he found that she wasn’t a complete and total monster after all. He didn’t know what she was. He didn’t know exactly how he felt about her. He knew he didn’t hate her, even though he felt like he was supposed to. And that only made it harder for him to know what he thought about himself.

Solus belatedly realised that he was spending his time in this lucid dreaming state contemplating his life and his relationships instead of taking advantage of the strange experience to do something positive instead. And upon this realisation, he could feel the dream world falling apart around him. He had wasted it on introspection. As the dream collapsed around him, he put every bit of effort he could into trying to forget both his nightmare and his relied memory. It didn’t help. He wouldn’t forget.

Atop Krikka’s back, the unconscious Solus stirred ever so slightly. He wasn’t quite awake yet but was no longer dreaming.

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