Oh, Worm?

Was Jinx a good dancer? Not really.

Did Jinx know how to dance well? Questionable at best.

Was Jinx going to let that stop her? Absolutely not.

Jinx bobbed and swayed her way through the tower, nodding her head and wiggling her arms whenever it felt right. The Horde, for their part, were following suit in their own way, each member of the Falinks doing an odd dance move here and there, though always in perfect unison. They had to get some kind of extra credit for that synchronization, right?

Well, no, that's not how that worked. Wishful thinking, perhaps.

But how it actually worked wasnt' too hard for Jinx, either...

"Hit 'em with an Iron Head!"

The Horde went from spinning their shields to each bowing their head and ramming headfirst into the nearest worm. Jinx winced a little as Abigail hit her mark; that looked like it had to hurt.

Not her problem, though. All she had to do was keep fulfilling the prompts... and dancing. Dancing was important, too.

Prompt #30: [Tower]4LXbfSqf1d50

Now, as someone who lives in a city, Cypress was familiar with the struggles of construction, making your way somewhere, and having to make an entirely different routes on the fly. But that was with roads.

Construction?
In a tree?

That felt way different than any sort of commute she ever went on, and if anything, the wolf woman wasn't really sure how to feel about this.
But, she was marked as a 'hard-working' employee however, and hard-working means no visible annoyance or inner turmoil. This Was Fine. She felt all right.

Paprika sure knew what he felt about this though - looking at one of the birds trying to set up a No Through sign on a nearby branch and glaring at them with an almost fiery intensity.

Houndour used Leer!

With a startled chirp, the Pidgey would move its attention away from the sign, trying to get away from the dual typed canine - before smacking itself into a nearby traffic cone.

Cypress watched this occur, expression lighting up in a smile, motioning to the hound.
"Come on, Paprika - let's see if this way gets us anywhere."
<"You got it, ma'am.">

With the last floor cleared, it was time to move onto the next. However upon entering, Wolf was lost for words. She blinked, pale golden orbs flickered over the bright yellow construction tape hanging from branch to branch. Equally bright traffic cones dangling from a few, pidgey’s snickering in the back round. “Really?... Is that the best you can do?”

Reaching into her pockets, the hybrid summoned her next pokemon. The marshtomp materialized within seconds, a smile on his face as always. “Hey Jethro,” Wolf mumbled, arms folded over her chest as she eyed the mess before her, “Think you can make a path through for us.” “Sure,” he replied within a heartbeat, waddled up front of her. His passive gaze looked over the mess before him. A smile still on his face. Then, he took in a deep breath. Checks swelled. A minute later, the marshtomps mouth opened wide. A powerful stream of water poured out of his mouth, creating a massive SURF of water to flood out anything and everything in their path.

MARSHTOMP USED SURF

Construction, construction...Cypress couldn't help but give a small huff, batting away construction tape that threatened to get in the way of her travels, and in the way of Paprika's travels as the Dark Pokemon kicked away stray traffic cones. Why were there so many cones.

<"Madame. Are you sure we are going in the right direction?">
"I'm sure, Paprika - we just gotta..."


But the wolf-hybrid's words died in her throat as she came to a sudden stop.

There.

Right in front of the trainer and her Pokemon.

Was a construction blockade.

And they had come so far too.

With a sigh, Cypress turned back to the canine, who appeared quite shocked at the notice.
"Sorry, Paprika...Guess we're going to have to-"

A angry growl escaped the Houndour before his maw was covered with dark energy, snapping at the Pidgey snickering on the side of the blockade before snapping at the blockade, breaking it in two - revealing a safe passageway.

Houndour used Bite!

<"There. It's open. Safe to cross, madame.">

With a startled double blink, Cypress would respond with a "Ah - thanks, Paprika."
And so, they continued on their way.

Better late than never, right?

He had a knack for ending up in places he really ought not to be, and he wasn't about to stop now. Or in this case, trailing after the sounds of furious, ferocious pidgey and the trainers trying to clear them out before they decimated the local bug population.

In his defense, he hadn't intended to go up the tree- but Pidove had been drawn in by the raucous sound. But whatever his reservations, Pidove had swept off his shoulder, matnled with rage. <These cretins think they can just go wherever they want!> The pidove had cooed, fluttering up, into the branches. Alistair had no choice but to follow, trying to keep up with the little bird as she navigated through the tree with ease he couldn't match.

He lost sight of her as he came to an odd patch- more pidgey, but they seemed rather busy- with... construction? It was a tree, what was there to construct?

"Pidove-" he started, trying to peer through the hanging caution tape and branches to find a clear path forward, grimacing as he came face-to-beak with one of the perpetrators-

but only for a second.

Pidove exploded from some higher bough in a surprising burst of viciousness and speed. Tan and silver feathers scattered everywhere.<How dare you! The likes of you even thinking about attacking my trainer. Peasant. Beast!>"

Pidove used Quick attack!