That Elusive Step III [Badlands Treasure Hunt]

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: --- } { words 263 } { short notes: taking } After another day spent in the nearest city, they were once again back at their current dig site. Zernebog had found it impossible to resist after he had been told by his newest contact –how he met this one was a long story he’d rather not recall in his head right now because he had better things to do- that what he had found was a Mega Stone for Charizard of all things. Who knows what else he and his pokemon might find? Of course, he hadn’t told Hyperion that the stone was made to work for him yet. That was a surprise he was saving for when they were done with the digs for this month. The look on his face would be so worth the wait, especially with an up-coming tournament back in Orre coming soon that he just had to participate in. They’ve been doing this for a while, the four of them, so he didn’t need to give his pokemons yet another repeat of the instructions before they went headfirst into the search. In fact, they didn’t even let him get a word in edgewise before just diving in. Typical. ”At least they learn.” Zernebog deadpanned as he looked at the empty wastes beyond. ”Less work for me to do, then.” ”Back to digging.” He muttered to himself as he heaved his shovel across his shoulder and smirked, prepared for another day of work and discovery. All in a day’s work as an archaeologist, he supposed. Just like a paleontologist, only more people and less dinosaurs. MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Lyro]

Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found RELIC BAND !
A bracelet made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price.
( Post a Mod Summons to exchange this for •25 )

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: --- } { words 314 } { short notes: taking } Nothing. That was what Atlas had found so far underneath the wastes of the Badlands. Just miles and miles of dirt that easily fell to his tireless claws like blades of grass to pokemon with razor sharp claws, or perhaps even a human using a sword or a scythe. If he were not as patient as his namesake, then he might’ve gone mad from the sheer monotony underground. It did not stop him from wishing that there was something here that would get his attention though. He really shouldn’t have asked, because the phrase Be careful what you wish for rang true with any person Zernebog has ever associated with. The longer he has spent time with them, the truer it was. This time was no different. As if summoned by the very though, a claw swipe had dislodged something round from the wall. Altas moved over to it, but did not pick it up like he normally did. Instead, he kept a respectful distance as he stared the object down in a bit of nervousness as it radiated a similar dreadful aura that the vase he had found also possessed. Perhaps even stronger, but he wasn’t a master of the arcane like young Diomedes or the wise Prometheus. Though he knew that his master would have liked to see it, he would rather not have his master exposed to anything of this sort more than he already had. Hera and Helios have already paid the price for such foolishness. There was no need to add more victims to the mysterious magics that worked around this world. That was why the Excadrill turned around and made another tunnel, hopefully avoiding more incidents with cursed objects. One way or another he will be the one to win this round. That whippersnapper dragon had no chance to beat a master in his craft! He’s decades too young for him to even try! MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Lyro]

Dig Dig Dig . . .  What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found  BLAZIKENITE !
This stone is required for Mega Evolving Blaziken

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: --- } { words 305 } { short notes: taking } Five hours. That was how long Zernebog had been digging in this wretched heat. It was only the shade provided to him by the impressive hole that he had dug up that prevented him from taking an involuntary nap from the combination of overheating and overexertion. In fact, if he hadn’t been traveling constantly and pushing himself to the limit with training the entire time, he might’ve actually taken that nap anyway. Not fainting, of course. Zernebog did not faint from things like weather and its ilk. He only took involuntary naps at the worst. Still, it didn’t stop the thoughts of a break entering his mind. He’d been working for five hours nonstop and his body felt so hot, sore, and heavy that he might actually break down. Maybe just five minutes to get his breath back for a second wind? After all, no one would notice, right? ”Garchomp!” However, just as soon as he started to seriously entertain the thought, a purple dragon suddenly burst into the makeshift tunnel he was making, holding something in his massive jaws. Zernebog had no idea how he was able to even speak with something in his mouth, but he was too distracted by the large marble-like sphere in his pokemon’s mouth to actually care. ”Got something for me?” He grinned as his dragon smugly pulled himself out of the hole and spat the orb right at him. It was only reflex that allowed him to catch the projectile safely, preventing it from breaking or something. Upon catching it, he removed the dirt, grime, and slobber off of it and then examined it in the light. He grinned. ”Looks like you win today, Achilles. Now round up the others. Dinner’s on me~!” Achilles cheered as he dived back into his tunnel, already gloating madly. [END] MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE