[ti]closed[/ti][Instance][C/Altair] LEVEL-1: Gnarled Root

“You know, I’m not going to let you live that gaffe down,” he cackled as the Charmeleon literally inhaled the treat in mere moments. “Pretty sure Qu isn’t going to let you live this down, either,” he chuckled as his own Rufflet began picking at a wing feather that was bothering them because it was being an ass.

The avianid would squawk when he realized that he was being stared at, before the white-haired elfin would shake his head affectionately.

“Just… do what you want to, Kyouya,” he would hum as the other would then speculate on the structure of the opening that they’d discovered—at least it would save them a whole lot of walking!

“Hey, be careful!” he would call out to the other, waiting where they stood just in case something did happen and they needed to come in at the last second; support at the ready. Eventually the other would make it back and he would…

“Whoa, hey, be careful opening those around a forest,” he would cackle as he dared to take another look to see how many were inside the pouch, smirking at the banter between his companion and the Fire-type.

Yeah, he would definitely need a lot more secondary (or primary-types, considering how wide the spread of Flying was across all eighteen types) Pokémon that shared other types across his preferred typing load out.

“So, did we find everything in here yet, or are we still missing a few rooms?” he would ask the other as he pulled up the map and took another glance at it.

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And to think they weren’t even at the boss room yet! How ironic this was.

“Just let me know. I have so much water on me it’s a miracle I haven’t evaporated yet,” he would crack with a dry grin as the other took the lead—with him following not too long afterward. He idly wondered if the boss room was going to be as insane as the other room they’d recently-cleared… you know, the one with the nya-ing Grass-types that very nearly drove him up the wall.

“Come on,” he would whistle in the Rufflet’s direction, before they followed him down the chute and into another room—much as he wanted to take out the Pokémon that had spawned here, they had come for another objective altogether.

“Oh, we haven’t gotten to the boss room yet? Color me surprised,” he remarked once he saw the prompt flash on his screen about the ‘boss room key’ being acquired.

“I hope that boss isn’t going to give us a run for our money,” he continued with a smirk on his face as they then made to follow the other back towards where the boss waited for them to find it, and then—

(For some strange reason he suddenly heard the Cinders playing in his mind. No, this was not Ifrit!)

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