[ti]complete[/ti] here kitty kitty...

Rhaenyra was relieved to finally escaped the litter box, the smell was really starting to get to her. However, the feeling of success was quick diminished upon the other side. As she kicked the litter that clung to her boots, pale golden fell upon the colorful array of giant plastic traps. And beneath her feet, a shifty cardboard flat. What on earth was this now?

Several others play when on ahead, already figuring out the game. Recalling her pokemon and summoning another, the dragon worm materialized within seconds. “Come on Lagertha,” the wolf hybrid grumbled, “I think we need to follow the path without getting caught. Your agility should be useful here.” “Are you sure?” The dratini replied, weary in her tone, “It looks dangerous.” “We’ll be fine as long as we are careful and move fast.” The dragon let out a nervous cry, but nodded all the same.

“On my mark.”

“Go!”

dratini used agility!

Next Prompt #84. [Tower]uVsDUiP51d50

Lucille logged into UNOVR and was greeted by the lingering smell of the Cat Tower's Litterbox floor, which caused the woman's face to scrunch up in disgust. Lucille waving a hand in front of her face to waft away the offending scent as much as she could manage as she climbed further up the next floor of the tower. A floating lizard the size of a pre-teen human looked somewhat amused at her trainer's discomfort. A brief cackle leaving the Drakloak before she was met by an unamused glare from Lucille "I'm so throwing your Pokeball into a litter tray on the way back, you know that right?" This only made the Drakloak cackle harder, curling into itself as the laughter took over.

A brief exhale left Lucille's nostrils as she playfully rolled her eyes at Byleth, since Evolving the Drakloak had come a long way from the clueless and child-like Dreepy that she knew, but she had also become a mischievous little ghoul who liked to cause trouble and drag her mother-figure into less than desirable situations.

"Dragon Dance." Upon command Byleth began to wiggle, her body gyrating as purple energy began to surround the draconic pokemon's form, tiny sparkles of gold began to intertwine and coil around the tendrils of energy as it formed the shape of a dragons maw. Filling Byleth's body with energy before it dissipated altogether.

The wacky, cartoon-esque, and doubtlessly dangerous-looking "obstacle course" is no surprise. In fact, it's exactly the kind of thing Muin had come to expect when thinking of the challenge towers. It's a considerable upgrade from stumbling around on kitty litter, nevertheless.

"Be careful where you step." He warns Luise, his Leafeon, yet this warning is quick to fall on deaf fears when the green vulpine chases a Patrat up a ramp, another sneaking behind her and pushing her down with what can only be considered a cartoon villain's laugh. Luise falls into what appears to be a cylinder, trapped among endless webs of elastics.

<'Wah! That's no fair, I'll get you!'> She declares. But, how? She's trapped.

Well... That sure doesn't stop her from shooting Leech Seeds at the Patrat.

Muin, on the other hand, sighs.

"Just stay there, I'll to come get you in a moment."

LEAFEON used leech seed

Galatea didn't seem too phased by the creaking floor, almost akin to cardboard - but the multicoloured and almost chaotic obstacle course...now that was a surprise - prompting a soft mutter of "Interesting," as she looked around at the strange little traps and knickknacks.
Noting the prompt that came up out of the corner of her eye, the pale woman didn't know what to do at first.
"Increased...priority?" She spoke aloud to herself. "What is that supposed to mean?"
One of the...Patrat, she assumed, began to approach her, expression daring and almost preparing to be triumphant, prompting Galatea to start looking around.This didn't look good, this didn't look good at all, oh dear.
'Come on, Galatea, come on...think!'
Suddenly, she spotted it. A plastic red cage, connected to a pole. And the red-and-yellow-eyed creature didn't seem to notice that it was underneath it just yet, eyes firmly on Galatea at the moment.
An idea.
"Romeo!"
The Popplio was surrounded by blue water in an instant, propelling with his tail and slamming into the Patrat as hard as he could manage, sending it flying into the pole with a CRASH!

Popplio used Aqua Jet!

With a satisfying clicking noise, the cage fell upon the mouse, trapping it. And with that, the prompt seemed to...change?
'So Aqua Jet was a priority move?' A shaky sigh escaped her, the stress from the situation leaving in an instant, and yet a ghost of a smile rested upon her face.
'That is...that is good to note!'

Lucille breathed a sigh of relief, the last remnants of the litterbox floor's scent fading as she climbed higher up the tower with her fellow players. The last few floors were bound to be something else. A rooftop view and floating pink bubbles that exploded into icky paint-like gloop. Her Dragapult stared at the bubbles with intrigue, never encountering such a thing before in her life. It was almost tempting to touch one of them, but that would risk a rather time consuming clean up of her scales. Something which she wasn't about to put Lucille through. They had more pesky Patrat's to deal with, this time the rodents having opted to huddle together with whatever weapons were readily available for them.

Lucille motioned her head for the large ghostly reptile, a signal of sorts to use some kind of move. Byleth cackled with delight as her body shook with anticipation. Gleefully dancing back and forth as she launched dreepy-esque missiles one round after another. Her Dragon Darts soaring through the air at breakneck speeds towards the group of rodents with the goal of causing pain and misery.

The final stage, once again.

Kazuki squints at the sky, watching the hail of oversized bubbles come down upon the rooftop. Less dramatic than the final encounter at the Tree, but just as strange as the last few floors. He’s just glad it isn’t cat litter that’s under their feet.

The last army of rodents are lined up with their improv equipment, trying to look tough despite having to fidget around to avoid getting covered in goop as well. It makes the group look like a flash mob.

A patrat breaks from the group as they are torn apart with binds and darts. Kazuki tosses out a random pokeball, Gyarados popping out, though his attempt at a ferocious entrance is ruined by immediately getting pelted with bubblegum.

<DISGUSTING,> the overgrown serpent whines, wiggling his body. The gum peels off the floor, clinging to his scales.

Kazuki waves his hand. “You’re due for a shed,” he says, ignoring Gyarados’ immediate retort—<I AM NOT A SNAKE!>—and pointing at the patrat, who has gotten its little feets stuck in a puddle of gum.

Gyarados takes pity on the creature. <FEAR NOT.> He reaches out with his tail, unleashing a small whirlpool to free his movements and wrapping around the creature to pull it from its gummy prison. <BE FREE, LITTLE ONE. DO NOT HEED THE CALL TO WAR. SWIM UNCHARTED WATERS AND — IT’S UNCONSCIOUS?!>

The patrat flops like a ragdoll in the serpent’s tail, its face purple.

Kazuki congratulates his pokemon with golf claps.

GYARADOS USED WHIRLPOOL