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FINALLY THE EVENT

WELCOME TO THE RELIC CASTLE

I shall be your guide and snarky narrator - replying to most comments with a bit of humour - acting as your Game Master for this adventure though this castle. The goal? To explore and find the Dark Stone. There are seven stories, and you will need to get to the bottom. Please note that if we don't wrap this up by Halloween, the Pokemonfication event will still be happening.

How this is gonna work? There's gonna be comments down there. When somebody solves the floor, then the next floor will go up. Simple? I sure hope so!

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This floor... is the one which is the hardest. For, you see, firstly - it'll be pretty hard for you to leave, seeing as the stairs are surrounded by rocks. And secondly? There doesn't seem to be an exit. The darkness has also made this floor hard to see - but it's an unnatural sort of darkness.

And is that your shadow, moving on its own, in the dim lighting? Maybe it is. Maaaaybe it is.

[Miror B.'s landing on the fourth floor is characteristically elegant: he is quite used to the distance one had to fall now, and, besides, they landed on a rather smooth area. Whether the same can be said of Paprika, who he drug down with him, he can't be sure. Anyway, he releases her hand and squints around, trying to make out the shape of the room. The Baltoy he had released on the Third Story floats gently down to his side, its psychic energy casting a hazy purplish light into the inky darkness. Miror grins at the Pokemon.]

Thank you, my lovely; you were sure to cover the area quite completely, yes? [The Baltoy chimes a hollow note in agreement, and Miror nods happily.] Fabulous! That should give us some time. I'd forgotten N might be here! Oh-so-inconvenient. [He looks down at Paprika.] Well? Come on! We have to find that stone, darling!

[Proto Man hadn't bothered hanging around floor three. He was familiar with long falls, and this one wasn't even lined with spikes. Easy stuff.

However, darkness is a different story. His normal solutions for visibility problems, wait it out or destroy the source, weren't really serving him here. Luckily, an eerie purple-pink glow breaks it enough.]

It's about time you've shown up, boss. [And he has cargo. Proto Man nods towards Paprika.] And who's this?

[Being in possession of absolutely no grace whatsoever, Paprika has fallen flat on her bum in a rather jarring manner. She gets up slowly, dusting herself off and stretching out with a little groan, a bit disconcerted by their new surroundings. She's never been afraid of the dark (though clowns are a different story), but this place is a bit freaky.]

Is there, like, a map or something? Or a flashlight?

[Oh, there's the light!]
Dude, is that a robot?

[Miror frowns a bit at Proto Man's 'greeting'. Rather rude of him, really. He responds snarkily:] Well, I'm glad to see you've taken the need for haste to heart, darling. [Miror follows Proto Man's gaze to Paprika, and he gives a smug little shrug.] She is -- Oh, do you know what! I don't know her name. She's going to be tagging along with us for the duration. She's gotten separated from her group. [He grins.] What's your name, girl?

[His grin fades at Paprika's question, to which he merely stares for a moment.] Is... that a robot. No! [Oh, he's surrounded by idiots!] It's a Baltoy. A Pokemon. [The things he has to put up with! Shaking his head, he lifts his arm to prod a button on his Xtransceiver. The screen lights up, and he holds it out slightly. It doesn't cast much light, barely more than Baltoy's natural luminescence, but it's better than nothing.] And there isn't a map, that'd just be too simple, wouldn't it! Did you find anything stumbling around down here in the dark, Resix?

[What an interesting guy, grabbing people he doesn't even know the name of. There is strength in numbers, though. He begins to say something, but locks up at Paprika's question. Does she know? If she does, it can't be too hard to take her out. He relaxes upon finding out she's only talking about the pokemon.]

No, boss. It's too dark to see the nose on my face. But, [He leans in and drops his voice.] I think I caught some movement. It's really hard to tell.

[Well, actually, she'd been referring to the guy who looked quite a bit like a robot, but what the hey--she's met weirder people here, that's for sure.]

I'm Paprika, remember?

[It's not like she'd remember their names immediately, so she's by no means offended.]

((Haaa, I was worried I misinterpreted that one. Oh well -- Miror B. doesn't think Proto Man looks like a robot anyway, he looks just like a Cipher Peon to him. SO THAT WORKS OUT))

[Miror pauses thoughtfully at Proto Man's report. After a moment, he walks forward into the darkness, casting about with his luminous Xtransceiver screen. Baltoy floats silently behind him, occasionally spinning around in a slow circle, seeming somewhat nervous. After a few steps, Miror glances over his shoulder at Paprika and Proto Man.] Remember? I'm not sure I do, darling. Fuhoho! Don't worry, I'll remember it from now on. After all, we're exploring buddies now. [He grins deviously then turns back to the darkness, lifting his arm above his head.] Anything in here? Any ghosties or nasty Krookodiles? Come out, come out, wherever you are!

[He taps his foot loudly and impatiently on the stone floor, and, without looking back at his companions, gestures in exasperation at the thick darkness.] You two start looking for a way downstairs. I'm getting oh-so-tired of this dreary expedition.

Ghosties... you'd be half-right. Because they're only half-Ghost type. However, right now, they're still stalking, quite silently.

OKAY GET BACK TO YOUR ORDER.

[The light from the Xtransceiver isn't going to cut it for Proto Man. Maybe one of the Pokemon he got earlier could do something. He fishes the two out of his bag. Upon releasing them, he's greeted by… a lobster and a dog. Okay.]

You. [He points to the Corphish.] You're Armstrong. And you. [He points to the Growlithe, which responds by shooting a jet of flame at him. Proto Man falls backwards, but smirks.] You're our solution. [He recalls Armstrong and stands up before addressing Paprika.] I'll take the left, you take the right. Sound good?

[It takes a minute for Paprika to process what's going on, and meanwhile, this place keeps getting creepier and creepier.]

Bwuh? Uh, mkay, just a sec.

[Since he's sending out his Pokemon, she figures that doing the same would probably be good. Fumbling a bit, she digs out her Pokeballs and releases Old Man, Robin, and Nugget, figuring that they'll at least make good company. Besides, Old Man and Robin have proved more than a few times that they're smarter than she is when it comes to this adventuring business. Robin perched reassuringly on her shoulder, Paprika glances up at Mirror B.]

So, you just gonna stay here, man?

[Miror glances back to see what exactly caused that short burst of orange light. The Growlithe he gave Resix... and was that Resix naming his Pokemon he just heard? Odd, he didn't peg the Hexagon Brothers as the type to give nicknames. Oh well. At least he was using the thing efficiently.

He frowns and spins around to address Paprika, giving a quick glance at her motley crew of Pokemon. They seem... not particularly impressive. That Darumaka is all right, though, might be worth trying to snag before this thing is done. He studies it briefly before looking up at Paprika.] No. I'll take the middle, then, won't I? Oh-so-much ground to cover. This castle of theirs is depressingly large.

[His Baltoy chimes a quiet note and Miror looks back at it, somewhat concerned. He grins after a second, though.] And just full of Pokemon, isn't it? Yes...! [He waves Xtransceiver about randomly, the small rectangle of light flickering around weakly.] Oh, I think we might be simply surrounded! Is that right, Baltoy? [Another hollow chime from the psychic Pokemon. Miror turns away from Paprika and marches forward into the darkness.] Well, ghosties, I'm oh-so-sorry but we are on a very tight schedule here. Find that staircase, you two! Let's go!

[It takes a bit of an effort, but the Doctor manages to make his landing safely. Er, at least... safer than his previous landings. His ever-so-graceful Kirlia seems to float down effortlessly to a spot beside him. And what does he look up to? Darkness.

It's immediately unnerving. It's not... normal darkness-- that much he can tell. It's eerie, even as he takes out his malfunctioning sonic screwdriver to create a bit of bluish light with which to see. He glances down at the floor, and sees a flicker of movement-- very brief, but it's... his shadow, moving on its own. Did he imagine it? No, he's seen this before.

Panic strikes.] No, no, no, no, that can't be, that's--! [Vashta Nerada: the shadows that melt the flesh. Or is it... something else entirely?

He stays absolutely still as he tries to slow his rapid breathing. Donna peers up at him curiously and begins to tug impatiently on his coattails, urging him in her Kirlia language to "get a move on already".]

Panic? Fear? Perfect. The shadowy... shadows then move in front of him, trying to get a glimpse of that face without revealing themselves. How exciting!!!

OOPH.

[Dave is hardly the most graceful of beings, but his landing thankfully doesn't involve any broken bones. Fucking Arceus, his feet hurt,though, fuck. He groans and stands up straight, rearranging all his disheveled clothing and accessories.]

Dark down here. [He grumbles, very observantly. He limps towards to the Doctor.] Did you say something before? I couldn't hear you over the sound of the voice in my head telling me not to jump. Ha ha. [As Dave approaches the Doctor, he finally realizes that he seems to be experiencing some difficulties.] Hey, man -- What's up? You afraid of the dark or something?

Dave. [He doesn't turn around, but his voice is strained and urgent.] Stay where you are-- Don't get too close, do you hear me?

Fear of the dark is completely reasonable-- [As his shadow moves, he seems to choke a bit on his words.] Wait- wait- wait- wait- Stop! [He points his sonic screwdriver in the shadow's direction.] You don't have to kill me-- Look, you're not killing me now, see? So you just keep doing that, alright? My name is the Doctor, and I--

Hold on. [Vashta Nerada would devour their prey in seconds. He always said the only escape was to run, and if they had taken your shadow, it was too late to try even that. So why hasn't it attacked him yet? He narrows his eyes and keeps the screwdriver pointed forward.] ... What exactly are you? Poor excuse for a Vashta Nerada, if you are one.

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FINALLY THE EVENT

FOURTH STORY

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Mirror B, Proto Man, Paprika?

Sounds good!

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WOOPS

HEY HERE I AM RUINING YOUR POST OVER

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FFFT it's all good, guys :>

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latelatelate but I can't resist

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Hope it's okay if I DROP IN aaaahahaha but seriously hope it's okay lol

FINE WITH ME YES GOOD now have copious amounts of hyphens