Post by Damian Moreau on Mar 19, 2015 7:01:30 GMT -5
Now that he’d picked up on the core and had made plans of disposing it properly, Damian then proceeded to look around, before deciding to bring out Nazca once again. Once the alien-looking Pokemon reappeared in a flash of red light, the Claydol then hovered noiselessly behind him; as if trying to communicate via telepathy—but that didn’t work at all. Instead, the Claydol then pointed back up the passageway, as if gesturing at something.
“I know, Nazca. I made the wrong choice in going left…” he muttered, walking as slowly as he could manage—because he was pretty certain that there were no traps to be hand in the corridor he’d traversed, up until the point that he’d seen the rotting core and had made a point of getting rid of it properly as soon as he was able to. The walk felt long—to him, even longer—but once they’d appeared at the junction again, he was kind of surprised.
Where had the crown he’d seen earlier disappeared off to? Either way, he was pretty much certain that it was just him and his Claydol companion out here in the Ruins; so who would’ve come and taken the place marker that they’d seen the moment they’d appeared at the intersection earlier? Shrugging, because he knew that he would overheat if he put too much thought in it, the Professor then decided to take the path that led off to the right, checking ever so often if there were suspicious-looking tiles sticking out of the floor, so that he could skirt around and avoid them.
“I know, Nazca. I made the wrong choice in going left…” he muttered, walking as slowly as he could manage—because he was pretty certain that there were no traps to be hand in the corridor he’d traversed, up until the point that he’d seen the rotting core and had made a point of getting rid of it properly as soon as he was able to. The walk felt long—to him, even longer—but once they’d appeared at the junction again, he was kind of surprised.
Where had the crown he’d seen earlier disappeared off to? Either way, he was pretty much certain that it was just him and his Claydol companion out here in the Ruins; so who would’ve come and taken the place marker that they’d seen the moment they’d appeared at the intersection earlier? Shrugging, because he knew that he would overheat if he put too much thought in it, the Professor then decided to take the path that led off to the right, checking ever so often if there were suspicious-looking tiles sticking out of the floor, so that he could skirt around and avoid them.
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