Mystery Dungeon Rp/Story

Glai-"I can replicate all the food I want to, now give me the damn money or the cover goes down." >3

*Yup, Glai the hard-@ss has just arrived.*

((oh sorry))

E: Where then?
*looks at her*

Derek-" Did you know I can break bones in over 900 different places, while still keeping someone alive and awake? It's an interesting little process... takes hours though."

Tasha-"...I wish I knew a good place...atleast come to my room where it's warm."

Glai-"You got five seconds to make a decision, or...boom."

*He ain't kidding, but Glai has many weaknesses...weaknesses that would prevent him from activating the self-destruct. :3*

E: ok... sure
*looks around and follows Tasha*

*Derek is already pinning Glai down to the ground, sitting on his belly while grabbing his back foot.*
Derek-" Well would you look at this?"
*He grabs one of Glai's toes and snaps it off to the side, slowly enough to make it seem casual.*
Derek-" Hey Bronze, didn't you have a poison that would kill someone slowly over years?"

Glai-"AAAH!! That....tickles and hurts!!" >'D

*Tasha walks into her family's room and pulls the blanket off the bed and onto the ground.*

E: Thanks Tasha
*looks around the room*
Do lots of people sleep here?

Derek-" Well you're going to be tickled all night. One down, 899 left to go."
*He starts whistling while breaking the other toes, slowly moving to the legs, then to the hip with a hammer.*

* A little vile of poison lands in Derek's hands. Love Zym. <3*

Derek-" Oh hello. Lets hope this one makes things rot."
*He takes the poison, puts a needle on the end of it, and jams it in between Glai's legs.*

Tasha-"Just my family."

*Tasha yawns and sits on the blanket.*

Glai-"Stop!! AAH!!" >'D

*He keeps pawing at Derek.*

Glai-"Fine! AHAHA! You win! AAH!!"

E: *sits next to her*
So how many people are there in the area? A lot?

*And it does so, slowly and painfully rotting the are of injection. Gotta love the red and black fox for his experiments*


*Ben having a staring contest with Sam*

Derek-" ...Too late, the Pokeslayer poison is already in. He was our best." ;3
*Derek hops off, eating popcorn while watching Glai's pecker rot off.*

Glai-"..........Yipppe..."

*He watches and goes wide-eyed.*

Glai-"Mah man-fox-hood!!" D'X

Tasha-"Ehh...a few here and there."

Derek-" Be happy, you're a lady now. You can shake your booty for the men in the cave."

Glai-"How about if you don't restore me and my manfoxhood I'm gonna destroy the cover one way or another...deal?"

And so, the stars once again played on the wild blue yonder. They didn't seem to be at all perturbed by the wintry air, and their brilliant light defied the otherwise black night. Just as there was no sun to greet this forsaken utopia when dawn came, there was no moon to silently command its inhabitants to hit the hay.

And everyone had hit the hay, except for him. He defied the soothing darkness and songs of Hoothoot that were telling him that the day had died, just as the hyperactive stars did. He, instead, sat solemnly at the edges of the verdant forest, more specifically, on a small cliff. From there, He could see the sleepy town below. Not a single light was lit, and no soul was wandering about the town. No, not at this hour.

He was indeed thinking about the odd new visitors that had come by not too long ago: The sweet Psycheon, who was originally lost and terribly frightened. She was very grateful to have found a house that was occupied, and soon enough, the Psycheon, him, and his mother had all become fast friends. The Psycheon-Aline, was it?-had explained the situation rather quickly, and, while it was difficult to believe at first, the two natives chose to assist the pink cat at her hour of need.

He, like many other of the fortunate Arcanine, had massive paws, stripes like that of a tiger, and a bushy tail. However, one thing made him more noticeable than the others. This particular Arcanine was in possession of fur whiter than snow, and stripes colored silver, which earned him the nickname 'Ghost'. However, for this story, let us call him Emile.

No matter what day, what time, or how elated everyone else was, Emile perpetually wore a forlorn look in his crystalline, violet eyes. The canine always looked as if he was just a couple of steps toward getting something he wanted dearly, but was far too afraid to ever step forward, far too afraid of being bold. And so, his woe. Nobody ever asked him what the problem was, oh no, of course not, because he never stood out besides his unusual coloration. He was never very social, and while his eyes were gentle and his heart big, he rarely ever spoke a word.

"He's just on a trip, honey, he'll be back before we know it!" his mom had said, so many years ago. Tones of wistfulness shaded her eyes, and doubt softened her voice. She was scared that he would NOT come back, and so was Emile. However, the former was more frightened, as indicated by her unsteady feet and the way she was looking down. Even though she had faith in her husband, she felt that the trip was riskier than the others, and pleaded with her husband to please pass on this opportunity.... Naturally, it did nothing to help, and her husband went, not to be heard of until four years later.

Emile shook his head slightly, disdained at the rate his more painful memories were returning to him. He thought he had buried them long ago, along with other things..... Letting out a sigh, he made his way into the forest again, his gait unsteady, unsure.







[size=15][i]P[/size]illars of smoke rose from the ground as the angered Flareon took chase after the horrible monster responsible for the deaths of many in her village. Our Flareon friend, inventively named Kid, barks and howls, very much displeased with what had happened. How dare that vile thing come to HER Skyline Town? How dare that awful maggot scathe HER domain? How dare that horrid demon threaten HER people? Oy vey, the trouble that comes with being a mayor!


It was, of course, not a monster, however insane it might have been. No, my dear, it was, in fact, an awfully familiar looking Leafeon, its grassy curls hanging over its head....

"Don't do anything stupid!" Kid's partner, Ciro, exclaimed. "Yeah, Ciro, yeah..." Kid grumbled to herself.[/i]

"NO!" Jasmine shouted, waking up suddenly from her odd dream. It had all been so vivid, so real...and most disturbing of all, she felt she knew what would happen next in every moment of it. Shaking off an icy sweat, Jasmine shook her head and sat up, looking at the ground with crestfallen eyes.

A noisy yawn pervaded throughout the cave as Ribbon walked up to the upset Leafeon.
"That dream came again, huh? It's all right, there's no need to be worried about them, hon," Ribbon chimed. This was one of her rare nice moments.
"It's not that I'm worried about, Paula. Every time I have them, I feel like I knwo what's going to happen next.... It's like I've been through it all before. I..." Jasmine sighed. She held her tummy in her paws, feeling a tad sick.
"Can we NOT call me Paula? Makes me homesick.... And I understand. Who knows, it all COULD have happened. Maybe you're getting your memories back through your dreams. Sounds like it's all coming back to you. At least you'll be able to remember everything that happened to you more than five years ago when your amnesia lets up. For now, try to get some sleep, alright? We'll need all the energy we can get tomorrow, I bet," Ribbon answered softly before lazily lifting her feet to get back to her own room.
"Ribbon...that didn't help much...." Jasmine grumbled, pouting. This makes the Shaymin stop.
"Sorry, Jas, I'm kind of bad at advice. Staying up all night again won't help you much, though, I'm afraid," Ribbon argued gently, continuing her trip to her own room, leaving Jasmine alone.

Frightened about her dream, all Jasmine does is lay still, waiting for some drowsiness to kick in....






"Clyde, you drew a wheel of cheese!" Lucy exclaimed, sitting on a stool in her own room. She pouts and points at the otter, holding up a rather well-done drawing of a large, yellow, wheel of cheese. "I thought you said you would draw ME!"

"I WAS drawing you, Lucy, but then I thought about how hungry I was.... And then next thing I know, I'm drawing cheese! I'm sorry for disappointing, Lucy," Clyde whines, pouting back at the big green lizard. "Look, when I'm more focused tomorrow, I'll try drawing you, okay?"
"All right, Clyde, but I'll hold you to your promise~"
"Do what you will, Lucy, but I might find a way to weasel out of it.... I've always been more than a little irresponsible."
"Oh yeah, I heard about you. I have no clue how you managed to stay like you are."
"What do you mean by THAT, Lizard Lady?"
"I mean, you look like you're about my age, and that war of yours was a long time ago..."
"Yeah, I know a guy who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a GIRL who's the COUSIN of the first guy, and SHE knows a guy who's friends with Ho-Oh. The big fiery bird gave me a giant jar of his feathers. I'm basically a phoenix now."
"What, you use one and you're reborn or something?"
"Yeah, basically. I was last born again 27 years ago, and I still have a good amount of feathers to keep me going. I'm immortal so long as I still have feathers left. I die if I lose all of them, and I also keep all of the memories I've had in previous lives.... It's kind of confusing, but still a neat gift. Horribly ironic, though, to have a killer be reborn...."
"...I've killed, too, Clyde, but both times were out of mercy.... And you did it out of revenge, but we've both changed and moved on, right? And that's what important!"

After a long moment of silence, Clyde smiles, stating, "Yeah.Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Lucy, I've gotta go hit the hay!"
Lucy smiles back impishly, hopping off of her chair. She replies, " Yeah, well! Hope you like getting up early, I'm waking you up early as I can to make you do that drawing you promised!" The lizard laughs, watching Clyde give her a strange look and run out.

((Good job, Gabby. Twas marvelous~♪ I really gotta get my comp back. ;~;))

*Tasha falls asleep.*

Glai-"...So...what's your answer?"