Mystery Dungeon Rp/Story

MaryAnn sighs, "He's a bit crazy...."

The puppy shrugs, following after the dumb blue dog's colorful paint trails. She sighs a bit sadly again at the thought of wasted paint. Red, purple, orange, green, red, purple, orange, green, red, purple, orange, green.... It gets real repetitive, real fast.

*Chris is hiding in Aline's room, curled up on all of her good blankets and getting paint all over them. He's shivering in fear, the paint fumes starting to get to him and make him dizzy. Added to that, the paint he drank is making him gag, getting ready to vomit all over the place.*

"Chris, don't do that! Those are mom and I's blankies!" MaryAnn barks, sad look in her eye. "Washing things takes a while....And we don't have a lot."

The small Eevee dashes over to Chris and starts trying to push him off of the formerly pristine blankets. She, of course, does not do a good job at all, because she's a bit weak and a bit too small to pull it off.

*Her pushing on his side only amplifies the feeling of sickness, making him hurl his lunch all over the room. He rolls off after several moments, sticky from both the paint and his own fluids.*
Chris-" Make the tummy hurt go away..."

*Snow has fallen asleep outside the cave and yawns*


*Nova is still clinging to Blaze asleep*


*Aura is asleep in her room*



*Clara has been locked in her room for a few days and hasn't come out once*

Forgoten_Scars said:

*Her pushing on his side only amplifies the feeling of sickness, making him hurl his lunch all over the room. He rolls off after several moments, sticky from both the paint and his own fluids.*
Chris-" Make the tummy hurt go away..."

MaryAnn covers her nose with her paws, saying in a nasal voice, "Oh, pour l'amour de...! Ugh, I'll see if Mommy or Ribbon can help your tummy. Just stay here and try not to make more messes, okay? Please?"

(("Oh, pour l'amour de...!" does, in fact, roughly equal, "Oh, for the love of...!" ;3))

*Chris lays his tongue out on the floor and starts to spread a little ice around himself to cool his stomach off, as we all know cold helps a stomach ache~*
Chris-" Huwwy...."

*Clara finally comes out of her room after listening to some things, her ears are drooped, she walks into the kitchen and pours out some cereal and sits down at the table. Grabbing the spoon she just seems to stir the cereal over and over again without eating it, her head is on her paw as she just stares towards the table*



*Silver has fallen asleep in her cave after watching some of the demons pass by without seeing her*

Gabby did not know that. ._.'

MaryAnn nods, and rushes off in search of the psychic Bushrat or her mother. Finding neither, she literally stumbles upon a snoozing Fubuki. After getting back to her feet, the young Eevee pokes the Umbreon in the belly.

"Hey lady! Can you help Chris with his tummy ache? I can't find my mom or the weird rat girl....Thanks!" MaryAnn barks happily. Naturally, she does not at all give the Umbreon a choice in the matter. Fubuki simply gives a short grunt before fetching some ginger ale from the kitchen and heading into Aline's room.

"Hope you like ginger ale, I couldn't find anything better,"Fubuki murmurs, holding up a glass full of the slightly golden liquid.

*Chris is flat on his back with a x__X face, mouth wide open and drool pouring out of it. His bangs and ears are laid out along the floor. I think doggy is either dead or overdoing it.*

*Laura is in the kitchen, washing her claws off after carving up most of the walls in the main room. She hasn't even noticed Clara, as she rarely looks up from the ground as it is.*

*Finally after staring at the table so long Clara hides her face in her paws and starts to silently cry. Every now and then a few tears would make it past her paws and drip right into her cereal on the table.*

"Oh, stop being so melodramatic!" Fubuki snaps, pouring the ginger ale down his pie hole. Guys, I think she's a bit testy form being woken up by something small, brown and furry. After giving a great yawn, the Umbreon lays down, obviously not impressed.

*Chris immediately snaps up, smacking Fubuki across the face with his bangs when he shakes his head. Along with the shake comes small droplets of paint, flying everywhere onto everyone and everything. Chris hops up, now a 6 shades of color dog. He starts running into a wall, smacking his head on it. Apparently he's in some sort of daze from the paint still in his system.*

*Laura's claw starts poking Clara in the side gently, just trying to get her attention.*

*Clara quickly wipes away the tears not evening knowing that there was someone else around. She turns and looks at Laura, and tries to focus on talking*
oh...I'm.....sorry....thought the kitchen....was empty.....
*a few tears escape her eyes and her voice sounds low and scratchy from her crying*

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Laura-" ...You want me to clean up after you, hun? It looks like you could really use some sleep..."
*Laura has her claws crossed as she looks down at Clara's paws.*

Foolishly thinking it would be fun, MaryAnn jumps onto Chris' back, attempting to ride him like a horse. She even gives him a kick or two when she realizes he's not moving. Then again, if I had crashed into a wall, I wouldn't be moving too much, either.

*Clara looks down at her paws*
I.......I....guess.......
*she continues to wipe away occasional tears that come from her eyes*

*The Mightyena was in the room Chris vomited in, and WAS sleeping. Luckily, it didn't get hit.*
?-"...oh yuck...this is not my day..."

*Chris is standing there, his head bleeding badly. After a few moments, he stumbles into a run, dashing outside and down an old dirt path that used to lead to Treasure Town. He's yelling loudly, mainly gibberish.*

*Laura nods to her and takes the bowl away, putting it in the make shift sink and returning to Clara's side. She takes one of Clara's paws in her claw and puts the other claw around Clara's back, trying to help her up.*
Laura-" Come on, lets get you to bed dear..."

*Clara slowly gets up, she is a bit shaky on her feet but since her room is only a few feet from the kitchen she tries her best to walk towards it and reach the door*