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Post by Damian Moreau on Apr 27, 2015 7:25:37 GMT -5
After Damian had secured and found the marble that was shimmering a weird shade of white and blue, he could only guess as to what they were really supposed to do. Were they just mere marbles that existed in all colors of the rainbow? Or were they meant for something more? The odd thing is that all these marbles that I have so far have the same design scheme, yet have completely, totally different colors. What’s going on with these things? The Professor mused in the back of his mind as he finished up his preparations for returning to the Ruins once more.
Once he’d slung the backpack onto his shoulders and had placed his palm on his Claydol’s head, the two were then whisked off with a loud popping noise—and subsequently reappeared at the edge of one of the permanent tent cities that had been erected around the place. The hustle and bustle of activity never ceased to amaze him; and now that he had returned, he then began to look around, before sneaking around the edge of the place.
Eventually, his prowling had brought him to one of the entrances that dotted the Ruins; and after retrieving the small, pencil-thin flash light and clicking it open, he then proceeded inside, wondering just what he’d be running into this time; Claydol hovering silently beside him.
Post by Damian Moreau on Apr 28, 2015 21:27:08 GMT -5
He knew that his Claydol was still following him—put it down to the prickly feeling he was picking up on every few seconds or so. “Dooooool?” he heard his companion intone rather flatly, and that caused the Professor to look around before giving him a rather pointed stare, which then softened. “Oh, Naz. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine, but… we can’t Teleport around anymore. You remember what happened last time?” he said, voicing out his own suspicions about the rumor that he’d so recently verified to be true. “Doool, claydol,” he heard the levitating alien-like ‘mon drone out, before he placed one of his pale hands atop what he assumed to be another part of its face.
“I know you’re itching to get popping in and out through the place, but yeah… we’ve got to play it safe for now. I’ve heard stories from some of the other explorers that whenever they try to Teleport around, they get warped and whisked off to… other places. Sometimes they end up in underground rivers…” he continued with the same concerned look on his face. “Oh, don’t worry, you’re still coming with me no matter what happens. Just… stay close to me,” e ended with a quiet tone, before continuing to walk around, very nearly triggering a trap or two. “Oh, I know… Naz, d’you mind if you scouted ahead for me?” he asked his companion with a serious tone, before pointing down the corridor.
“Since you’re floating and all that, it’s better… you won’t trigger anything weird. Just give me the signal when you’re at the end of this stretch, okay?” he continued, pointing down the corridor that they were traversing—from the looks of things it was pretty suspicious.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found LEFTOVERS! You found some leftovers from the previous diggers, clean it up and keep in mind the recyclables!
Post by Damian Moreau on Apr 30, 2015 22:27:21 GMT -5
As Damian watched Nazca floating down the corridor before vanishing from his line of vision, he could only wonder as to how long he would have to wait until the Claydol returned. Hopefully the weird alien-like ‘mon would be smart enough to return with a marble for him; because he’d already heard stories about people and their Psychic-types getting their ‘treasure targets’ all mixed up and returning with nothing but junk to show for their trips through this mysterious place. “Hmm, how long should I wait…?” he said to himself as he then leaned on the wall and folded his arms across his chest.
Over at where the Claydol was hovering, it had just passed the corridor where he’d left his owner behind and came to what appeared to be a crossroads, again. Which way would it go? After trying to make heads or tails of where the two breaks in the path seemingly veered off into, it then decided to go left; hovering past a pile of trash and junk—one of which was a rather large stack of rotten apple cores. Thankfully the Claydol had no obvious nose but still had olfactories located on its being, but the stench was more than enough to make its eyes watery—it then hovered out of the break in the path that it had taken; before taking the opposite path this time.
Post by Damian Moreau on May 1, 2015 5:54:04 GMT -5
While the Professor was still standing at the exact same spot he indicated to his companion Claydol, waiting for his companion’s return—the Claydol itself was now hovering through what appeared to be another series of long corridors. It then began to turn its flat head from side to side, sweeping its field if vision through what it could see—and finding nothing.
The Claydol knew that his master was a stickler for those weird things that looked like marbles; but where were they? Why hadn’t he spotted any yet? The alien-like ‘mon continued to hover silently through the passageways; scanning the premises as best as it could. Thankfully, no denizens local to the place had made their appearance—yet.
Back at where Damian stood waiting, he could feel his legs going stiff; and he decided to move around just a bit, wiggling his toes in his shoes while trying to flex out and get the circulation going again. He’d never stood so long in one single position, just waiting for something to happen—so why now? He could only chuckle as he then began to whistle a soft tune, hoping that he didn’t end up attracting any of the unsavory folk to where he was currently located.
“Naz, I hope you find something…” he muttered to himself before taking another deep breath and continuing to whistle a certain tune to keep himself preoccupied.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found RELIC VASE! A vase made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price. Don't smell it.
Post by Damian Moreau on May 2, 2015 10:49:20 GMT -5
Apparently, the luck that had been with Damian in the earlier parts of the month wasn’t going to be with him for this last search that he was holding out on—because the Claydol had stumbled upon a room; and it was full of nothing but junk. Knowing that his master wasn’t going to like what he was going to be returning with—but they had to anyways—the ‘mon then decided to pick up the nearest one and then levitated it with its own innate psychic powers; not using any moves in its move set; simply because why waste something on a trivial piece of junk?
Back at where the Professor was waiting anxiously, he then began to pace and was going around for a good ten minutes or so when he heard a familiar, robotic—if somewhat nasal-sounding droning noise headed his way; Nazca had returned! “Oh, there you are, Naz. What did you—“ he trailed off once he saw that his ‘mon had returned and was levitating something that looked completely and absolutely worthless. “Oh, yuck. Really?” was all he could remark as the Claydol then finally released its hold on the thing it had returned with; before the two watched as it fell and shattered upon impact on the cold stone floor.
“Well, that sucks, and them’s the breaks—as those younger kids say,” he said with a sigh, raising his hands up in an ‘eh, whatever’ motion. “Come on, we have to get back and look at that contraption again…” he trailed off, walking way with his companion floating silently behind him.
DOME FOSSIL!
LEFTOVERS!
DUSK STONE!
RELIC VASE!
