[ti]dungeon[/ti]Dancing with the Stars (On Ice)!

Stars burned bright. Allotta was determined to burn brighter.

The eye in her palm sizzled as it burned her skin.

(Later, when this event was over and they had all parted ways, she would hold it close and examine. Morbid curiosity would compel her to smell it.
There would be a kind of vague relief when it just smelled of salt and smoke. While the game was very realistic and pulled from the mind, this one time it kept the sickly sweet scent of burned human flesh at bay. While his earlier song might have been a story of triumphs, the sad truth was that Kekoe couldn't get to everyone in time.)

In the present, she grabs for her star partner's hand. The gross eyeball is shoved in her cleavage, poking out just enough like some grotesque third eye peering from within.

"Mama Chanda! See you text time!
Come up with some super sublime rhymes!"

The wings that had burst from Taillow Swift's back spread wide, the celebirdy grasping onto Allotta as they rose into the air.

But something nearby caught her eye.

So, much like a fool, Allotta lurched forward to grasp for the treasure- even if it risked her ride out losing grip.

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-1 bleeding, -2 treasure, +1 ink, +1 magic shank

Kath tried not to listen as the evil dark star pokemon grabbed her again and pulled her, bleeding, back into the abyssal void of constellations and death.

"Bblrulguglhgl," she said, vomiting blood, and she threw her FINAL STAR into the darkness.

Once more, the monster was distracted. But for the last time.

"Alright," said Kath. "I don't even know what this thing is," she looked at the Blood Star. "And frankly, I'm upset that I killed PSY Duck to get it."

She looked around.

There was no one listening.

"Fuck it," she said. "Worth."

And she tried again, with the same modifiers.

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Well, shit. That hadn't worked, huh?

Obviously the problem is that she hadn't taken enough loot. Time to turn around and grab another one of those weird pokéballs. And, where to go from there?

Rinse and repeat, baby.

Tighten the bandana, throw the dagger, and this time... this time grab your fucking spear. Tuesday isn't big on relying on others, not even on anthropomorphized Pokémon meant to be one's subconscious representation of musicians. All she needs is herself, right? Right?!

The spear is tossed in the air.

"Alexa."

There, it freezes, stuck in place as if this weren't in complete defiance of physics.

With one last glare in the direction of the beast, the Alchemist plucks a star, tossing it into the darkness before beginning to pull herself up and onto the immovable spear. Up and up. Will she make it? Will she fall? Let's find out!

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-1 BLEEDING
-2 LOOT
-2 LOOT
+1 GOREBYSS INK
+1 HONEDGE DAGGER

Well, things could have definitely gone better.

A jagged plate was her only tangible reward in her hands before things began to devolve. Something moving down in the abyss. Something was devouring stars one by one, and they were next on its meal plan for the day.

Laguna had no desire to stand around and find out. Injected with the Gorebyss Ink, her body blending in with the darkness, she'd turn around to hear orioncayge calling out to her. "Hah!" She began, catching the bandana he tossed her way. She began to tie it around her limb to attempt to limit the blood flow as she called back. "Yeah, yeah, excuses! We'll fight properly some other time!"

Twirling about in the air, she turned to face her partner in all this. Gallade Gadot. Their stoic face remained calm, despite the obvious nerves Laguna could sense.

... Was that how she looked deep down? Confident on the surface, but oh so obviously nervous? Like a scared kid putting on a brave face?

"Gadot!" She called out, twisting around in the air to take their hand into her own. "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

"Right. These popsicles sucked anyways." With a nod and a quiet laugh, the two began to attempt to rush out of the void they found themselves in as fast as they could, following the trail of the incomplete constellation that had gained the majority of her stars. That is until her plans were drastically altered in an instant.

A Pokeball floating in the void, just barely visible from the corner of her eye, almost unnoticed given its black and blue coloration.

"Keep going, don't wait for me."

"What is that supposed to-"

Before her partner could finish their question, Laguna had already pushed away. Dagger in one hand, the other arm outstretched reaching for the Pokemon. Rewards of a video games mockery of a gameshow or not, she had spent too much time with these Pokemon to abandon any one of them. They'd be safer in her arms than in the stomach of the Starcatcher.

Her arm stretched out, finally wrapping her fingers around the Pokeball. "Gotcha!" Laguna shouted in joy, turning around only to see a sight that made her heart drop. That same jagged, black shape from before, difficult to see and all the more terrifying for it, was cruising through the darkness.

Straight towards Gallade Gadot.

"Hey, Asshole!" Laguna suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs twirling her fancy flaming kicks around to try and gain their attention. And sure enough, a mass of darkness began to make towards her.

"Viens me chercher, connard." Laguna mumbled in French to herself, stabbing outwards the very moment something got within reach. Here was only hoping she didn't get in way over her head, as usual. Presuming nothing went wrong, she'd book it as soon as she could, eager to get out of there.

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-1 Bleeding. -2 Pokeball. +1 Gorebyss Ink. +1 Honedge Dagger.