Iron Tail for Bagon and Merry Memories

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The archen swallowed as he peered down the seemingly infinite darkness of the Obsidian Crevice's rift. The thought of falling into the eternal pit of despair made him tremble, so he spoke to himself, "It's okay, just have to stay up here and NOT fall into the pit of doom." The archen shook his feathers to try and get rid of of fluffed up they had appeared. If he looked calm and not so frightened, the odds of a pokemon attacking him would become smaller. Pokemon of the feral nature liked scared prey, and Acro did not want to be seen as a cowardly piece of a prey, even though he was cowardly by nature himself.

Crysel nodded to Acro. "Thank you. I am finding friends to be pretty invaluable these days." Acro did not seem to notice that he was navigating the terrain quite easily due to the distraction of talking to her. Crysel believed Acro had plenty of potential, but lacked the confidence to utilize it. He simply needed to believe in himself a bit more and not worry about failing. Right ahead of them, the Sneasel spotted an item. "Look, something else." She jogged forward to get to it and identify it as she picked it up.

This dice is not existing.

It was another gummi, but of a darker color that matched the Sneasel's type of darkness. The archen frowned as it wasn't the item they were searching for, but was glad they found something at least instead of a fruitless search. He responded to the comment of friends, "Yeah, although I don't really have many of those...just a lot of acquaintances that I usually never meet again. The only one that I really hang around with is a Gengar by the name of William. I used to have a friend named George, well I still consider him a friend but we don't hang out as much as we used to.."

Crysel shrugged in respose. "Like I said before, pokemon come and go. Its the way life goes." She ut the black gummi in her bag before continuing speaking and walking. "Think of it this way. You have someone who likes to take time out of their day to spend with you and you can remember your past. You seem better off than me to be...honest. That pause was because Crysel felt like they were being watch. Like something was planning to ambush them. Quickly, a pokemon jumped at the two explorers to try to strike first.

This dice is not existing.

Acro blinked as the sneasel suddenly stopped speaking, he looked around in confusion and was surprised when a dark shape lunged towards them with a glowing ring and bright red and angry eyes in the center of it. Acro screeched as he was struck by the Umbreon, trying to counter with an iron tail, but the umbreon had leaped away in time and the Archen's tail instead slammed into a rock slightly smaller than him and shattered it. The shrapnel of the rock exploded and struck the umbreon, but did no damage since the shrapnel wasn't strong enough to do so.

Crysel growled and hissed at the Umbreon, claws out to make herself look threatening to the enemy. Another dark type. Dark types were fast and above all clever. They out thought their opponents rather than using brute force, a tactic the Sneasel found useful herself. To be honest, the Umbreon outclassed them. They would lose quite easily. But Crysel had a plan. It just involved her getting hit. She dashed toward the Umbreon as if charging blindly. The dark pokemon dodged to the side and hit Crysel with a Faint Attack. She grit her teeth in pain, but then decided to counterattack. She took a deep breath and let out a yell full of power. The pain of her hit fueled the shout, making it twice as strong. A loud rumbling was heard as ice and snow came crashing down straight for the Umbreon. Although Crysel knew what was coming and anticipated it by jumping away to where Acro was, the Umbreon was cught off guard and struck by the mass of the Avalanche. It was swept away deeper in the crevice and Crysel looked a bit drained from the encounter. "I... I really gotta train that move more... Takes a lot out of me."

Acro's eyes were wide like a little kid had just spotted the mother load of ice cream, he was amazed by the attack! The archen turned to the sneasel and leaped into the air shouting "That was awesome!" he quickly realized how over excited he was being and as he landed he resumed his timid look unconsciously and spoke, "erm...yeah..." The archen was amazed by the display of power, and wanted to do the same, but the way he had expressed it embarrassed him, and probably the sneasel too.
"Erm...sorry..."

Crysel caught her breath before speaking to the Archen. "Yeah, its a powerful attack, but I can't use it a lot. Two, maybe three times in a place with no snow. Then I'm completely exhausted. Plus its a pretty big attack. I feel like its really dangerous to use..." Crysel spotted something in the newly made snow, picking it up. "Hmm, looks like my attack got us something."

This dice is not existing.

It was another black gummi that lay in the sneasel's claw tips. The round gooey shape was cleansed from dirt with snow, and the gummi seemed to be begging to be eaten to any around the area. The archen tilted his head, curious about the object, but quickly losing interest when he found it wasn't what they were looking for. He instead decided to comment, "Gummis sure love you, this is the third one we've found in the past...what? 15 minutes?" The archen had lost track of time, the walking was dull, and time seemed to stretch on forever. For all he knew they could have been there for only five minutes or have been there for an hour.

She sighed and put the gummi in her bag, shrugging. "Pure luck. Good or bad... I don't know. I do need supplies for future explorations, but we still need to find the TM for the mission. We will find it... eventually." Crysel was usually good at tracking things. Her strengths lay in survival and tracking. But TMs had no scent nor a track of any sort. So they would have to simply look around til they saw one. For all she knew, her attack could have buried it. "We should keep moving, keep looking."

Acro agreed with the sneasel, hopping up on larger rocks that ranged from twice to 5 times his size and searching between cracks. His search was fruitless. His so called "bird eyes" weren't finding anything in the distance or in the dark crevices of the boulders that he stood on. The archen sighed, wishing he had luck similar to the sneasel. Finding SOMETHING was better than nothing in his opinion. As the thoughts roamed his mind and the voices rose once more, he finally spoke once more to try to quell them, "So...where have you been before..that you remember?"

"Well... Fiery Chasm is as far back as I can remember. Clearly at least. I remember cold, ice.... kinda obvious for a Sneasel, hmm?" She hopped with him, an agile pokemon herself. "I was with a Gyrados, Proteus I believe his name was. He was quite calm and kind for his species... yet he wasn't too bright. But he helped me back to Grassveil, so he was a good pokemon. After that its been just around Grassveil, lived in Shadowhue Forest a bit before joining the guild. And here I am, helping a fellow guild member."

"A-A gyarados!?" The archen blinked, knowing the rumors of every gyarados being as ferocious as the next and each one having enough rage to wreck whatever they wanted. From the sneasel's description, it was a calm gyarados..."how can a gyarados be calm? I've only heard of them being angry and irritated by every little thing...." the archen tilted his head and had a curious and confused look in his eyes, wondering how the gyarados was "calm" supposedly.

She shrugged a bit. "Yeah, the big red guy was a bit strange. Maybe he had some kind of mutation or something that dialed back his ability to feel anger? In any case, he was nice." Crysel saw yet another item, yet again roving that bird eyes weren't all that and a bag of chips compared to someone who was naturally aware. She veered off toward the item and picked it up. "I found something else Acro. now lets see if its a TM...

This dice is not existing.

The sneasel's hopes were wrong as the item revealed to be a normal old Stun Seed. Nothing special about it aside from some collective dust that made it seem as if it would taste fouler than the normal seed. The archen tilted his head, looking around the sneasel to see the item and becoming a bit disheartened to see it was a seed. He continued the conversation, "Red? I thought Gyarados were blue?" he asked, wondering if the sneasel was colorblind as well.

Crysel sighed as she bagged the seed, clearly disappointed with her find. She then replied to his query. "Oh yes. I was a bit confused by the color as well. Apparently he was special when he was born. He was shiny too! He was golden as a Magikarp and turned red as a Gyrados. I think its what we call 'shiny' pokemonn. Just when a pokemon is born with a different colorization than their species usually has. Its odd, I'll give you that. I think shiny Sneasels are pink..."