Dysfunctional Travel [Treasure Search / Complete]

[Damian Moreau]

Now that his Nazca had returned back to where he stood waiting, Damian could only look around and wonder—what part of the Ruins had they ended up in? It seemed that the corridor he’d taken seemed to stretch on into infinity, no matter how far he looked. He could only sigh, before pondering—what would happen if he asked his Claydol to warp him out of the place once again? Where would they end up? “Now, Nazca. We’re going to try this again… can you please use your Teleport, and try to make sure we end up landing on solid ground instead of underwater… or worse, inside solid rock?” he requested of his companion, who then turned to face him with a flat-looking stare.

“I know you can’t understand jack squat of what I’m saying, but… visualize any location within this space. Any singular location that instantly comes to your mind, Nazca,” he continued, before placing one of his pale hands on the floating alien’s flat-angled head. “Then… do your worst. Whatever happens, I’m still rooting for you. Now, let’s try that again, shall we…?” he trailed off, before nodding gently in his Claydol’s direction—and felt the tingly sensation spreading up from his hands, shooting straight down to his feet. Several moments later, the odd couple vanished from sight with a soft popping noise…

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[Sylvie]

Dig Dig Dig . . .  What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found ALAKAZITE!

[Damian Moreau]

It didn’t take too long for Damian and his Claydol to rematerialize; but as soon as they did, they found themselves in a room that had a rather…weird-looking statue in it; complete with... “Wait a second, how the actual fuck are these spoons levitating without visible support?” the Professor voiced out, unable to believe what the hell he was seeing with his own two eyes at this very moment. He could only blink, before outright staring at the statue itself—it looked like some kind of wise man that was surrounded by approximately five spoons; and the entire thing looked to be carved from a singular rock; the colors were pretty much uniform in every aspect.

“Dooool? Claydol?” he heard his companion grate out, before looking at him with the same flat stare that it would always give him. “I… honestly, I’m in shock. How can they be seemingly floating in mid-air without obvious wiring or support? Unless…” he trailed off, before going around the statue not just once, but several times—the better to examine the unusual phenomena. At the same time, he reached into his pocket before finally managing to pull out his flip phone. Even if everyone was getting with the times and acquiring smart phones, there was just something about this phone that Damian couldn’t just leave behind—and once he’d found the Camera application, he then stepped back a few paces before snapping a couple of pictures from every possible angle of the wise-man statue.

His Claydol only continued to stare at what he was doing—oblivious to what his master was up to, it then saw something glittering—right in the statue’s forehead. Wondering what it was about, the Claydol then flicked one of its stubby limbs at it, causing it to float via its natural psychic abilities; and had it follow his master around until it bonked him in the forehead sometime later.

“Ouch! Nazca, what the—ooh, shiny,” he remarked, rubbing the spot where his forehead had gotten whacked with the marble before snatching it out of thin air. “You really gave me a scare there… but very nice find. Come on, let’s get out of here…” he trailed off, pocketing his phone and snatching the marble out of thin air before making his way out of the room, accompanied by his Pokémon.

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CODED BY SYLVIE