[tower] meow meow meow meow

The explosion definitely knocked him off his feet and right on his ass—he’d somehow lost the busted light bulb in the process, too!

And in the aftermath of the explosion, the pink canine had soot all over them! It didn’t help matters that the next prompt was…

“Oh, come on,” he sighed tiredly as he picked himself up, bopped the Snubbull on the snout before recalling them and swapping out for the extremely shy Charmander.

“I need your help again. It makes no sense, I know. But then again, most of the tower has not made sense at all so far,” he sighed as he then pointed at the prompt that was on the screen.

The shy Fire-type would nod quietly, before taking a deep breath and helping ‘put out’ the flames with Dragon Breath.

An extremely unorthodox way of handling a fire; but you do you, right?

charmander used dragon breath! (dragon-type move prompt)!

Now there was a prompt he never thought he’d encounter. Whistling quietly, he realized that he would have to return to the Tower at a later date.

So for now, he would scoop up his companions, and make a temporary exit from the place… at least, until the World Event was over!

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Eventually, he would return—this time, with the not-a-Grookey following him.

‘How long have you been in here?’

“Honestly… quite some time,” he would hum; before the current prompt would flash on the screen—perfect. He didn’t need to switch out anything after all.

‘So what do you want me to do?’

“Well… take out that troublemaker of a Patrat,” he would tilt his head in the direction of the offending Pokémon that was ready to mess up the sheets that they’d recently gotten fixed, so…

‘Alright, alright.’

The Thwackey would then rush forward, swinging their fists in a Double Hit attack; intent on getting the ‘trash’ cleaned out of the way.

thwackey has entered the field! (galar pkmn prompt)!

The last Patrat was waiting atop a television… oh, the irony of it all.

And the even more ironic edge to this situation was that he needed an Ice-type attack, of all things! Quickly recalling the Celesteela with a quiet “Thank you,” before pulling out the ever-trusty Murkrow’s Pokéball.

A few moments later, the multiple-eyed corvid made his appearance—thankfully, he only saw at the very most two extra eyeballs blinking his way the moment Muninn spread his wings wide upon emerging from the flash of red light.

‘What do you want me to do?’ the corvid squawked the moment he hovered in mid-air.

“Can you shoo that Patrat away from over there?” he pointed at the last one that was lurking on the television set… it wasn’t even one of the flat screen kinds!

‘What if I wreck the thing it’s on?’

“…try not to destroy it, if you can help it!” he added; before the Murkrow flew forward, four sets of eyes making the Patrat scream even before the Haze had enveloped it.

murkrow used haze! (ice-type move prompt)!

The good thing was that the next prompt didn’t need too much thinking—use a Johto Pokémon, of which Murkrow definitely was one.

The bad thing was—how would the theme of “half” come into play for the next few floors? He would cross his arms over his chest, before realizing what the theme belatedly meant.

Both him and Muninn looked up and saw that the ‘ceiling’ of the current set of floors had seemingly disappeared into nothingness. Was the place glitching out?

‘What’s going on?!’ he heard the corvid squawking from his current position.

“I think I know what’s up…” he trailed off as the Murkrow flew forward and squawked angrily at the Watchog that was headed their way, screaming murder as well in his direction.

…never mind the fact that the Murkrow had multiple eyeballs staring at the Watchog while it was trying to peck the offending Pokémon’s eyes out!

murkrow has entered the field! (johto pkmn prompt)!

He had a feeling he was going to be pulling the Celesteela out quite a lot, especially when that particular prompt came up all things considered. Other than her, he had… ironically, he had no other Pokémon that could fulfill that particular prompt until he started catching more Grass-types again.

(What an ironic clapback, wasn’t it?)

Either way, he thought he’d hit another roadblock in the Tower, but belatedly remembered that he had exactly one Pokémon that fit the prompt.

Recalling the Celesteela with a quietly-muttered word of thanks, he would then pop the Poochyena out; watching as the overexcited canid hit the ground running.

Great, another Max! Cheeky.

He looked up at the ceiling of the ‘room’ he was in, and was not surprised to see that it was literally ‘in half’ again; the half of the room that remained barely came up to his shoulders.

“Go get that Watchog!” he would encourage the hyperactive canine… what was the scientific term for hyenas, again?

poochyena has entered the field! (hoenn pkmn prompt)!

Another Watchog down, and the next floor—this time he had to stop himself from very nearly falling down through the hole in the floor!

Why was the theme of ‘half’ literally manifesting itself in the rooms being bisected in many multiple directions?! This time there was a rather large ‘hole’ in the floor, so that was ‘half’ the floor gone on this side of the room, huh?

There was another Watchog lurking at the edge of the ‘room’, and the next prompt then flashed across his screen. Another hint of a wicked grin would flash on his face, before he recalled the Thwackey quietly and called the next Pokémon he knew could clear this one.

While the Rockruff did not yet have a name, he knew he was getting close to picking one; and he had one of two possible choices…

For now, though?

A surprise Howl from the Rockruff would send the Watchog toppling over the edge of the room cut in half…

Oops?

rockruff used howl! (sound-based move prompt!)

The way the next prompt would manifest itself was in a most unusual manner—

Only half the words came out of his mouth the moment they hit the next room; and that was a very literal take on the theme in all sense of the word.

“What the hell—” he spat out; originally the sentence was supposed to be ‘what the hell happened to this place’ because of the way the room had been chopped, maybe the ‘chopping’ this time around was something on the… metaphysical sense? Or something along those lines.

The latter half of the next prompt showed up on the screen, ‘—cial move’, and that was… well, even the prompt itself was chopped in half?

He would stand there, stumped—accompanied by the Quaxwell who would look at the half-a-prompt in confusion as well.

“—what it is?” he turned to ask the Quaxwell, who regarded him with just as much confusion.

‘I have no—’

The ‘split’ exchange continued for a while, at least until the Water-type, who by now had gotten rather impatient decided to charge ahead with a Water Pulse attack towards the smug, buck-toothed, half-grinning Watchog!

…that took care of the pesky problem on this floor, at the very least.

quaxwell used water pulse! (special-damage move prompt!)