Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Darkness Rising.(PG-14)

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Volt sighed as him and his squad walked to the Unknown Forest, as the Pokemon around here liked to call it. So far, all the Mawile, Jaw, had done was made comments about Dante and Volt. Volt hadn't even known the Mawile for five minutes and he had already been called incompetent and idiotic about ten times. It had been like that for the last hour as well. As for Dante, Volt knew from past experience that the Luxray never obeyed orders. Volt sighed again "Damn, it's gunna be a long mission..."

As they approached the forest, Volt realized that it was going to take at least a day to get through the forest. At least the town was right on the other side...

"Ok" he said to the squad " This forest is known to have many clearings, as well as many narrow areas. In the clearings, we split up, in the narrow areas, have someone in the lead and someone watching our backs. If we caught up in too many fights, head for a narrow passway where you can fight one at a time. Besides that, stick together, and don't attack something unless it attacks you first. Anything to add?"
 
Setting off on the mission with his teamates, Volt and Jaw, Dante was at unease, because of the comments jaw was making about her fellow peers. It was not even 5 minutes before Volt and Dante were called idiotic and imcompetent more than 10 times.
"That Mawile is not to be trusted," he thought.

Dante liked to do things his own way, and he was not happy about being insulted by a Mawile, and ordered by a Pikachu. He knew that he would ignore his orders, or bend them, one way or another. He just didn't like being on the sidelines. He liked to be the main event, the star of the show, the big cheese etc.

Approaching the forest, Dante felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that he craved so much, as Volt briefed them on their strategy, and how they should co-operate once within the forest. Dante only half listened, because his mind was too focused on doing the mission as fast as possible, and getting onto a more exciting one.

Dante calculated the distance between the edge of the forest and the town, and concluded that it would take no more than a day to pass through, which he was more than eager to do.

"This is gonna be another thrill ride!" Dante murmered to himself....
 
'No, sir,' Jaw said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. If she had gone alone, she would've travelled via the trees. It was faster, and didn't hold as many dangerous Pokemon. It was obvious that the two didn't like her, let alone trust her. She'd been in the rescue team long enough to know that the Luxray was legendary for disobeying orders. And he didn't trust her? What a hypocrite. As far as she could tell, the guild was much too light on him, kissing his forehead and leading him to bed by the hand, exclaiming over how dangerous his actions had been. If he had done that on one of her kind of missions, he would probably find himself tied to the tracks and looking on the wrong side of a speeding train, so to speak. The guild was just full of pampered brats. Then Jaw smiled to herself. Fine, she would stop giving them such a hard time and do exactly as they said. She just wouldn't do anything that they didn't say, and watch them trip over themselves in confusion and suspicion at her change in attitude. Now that would be hilarious.

She rearranged her expression so that it radiated nothing but sweet sincerity. 'Listen, I'm sorry,' she told them, giving a heartfelt sigh. 'I know I've been lurking around being rude ever since I came to the guild. I didn't mean to call you names.' She knew that she hadn't pulled this act in the presence of any one of the guild members before, so they would probably be extremely nervous. 'It's just...' tears started filling her eyes and she took a deep breath, wondering which story to feed them. 'I... my brother, he... two months ago, my brother was killed during a freak landslide. He died of suffocation.' Jaw closed her eyes, seemingly choking on memories. She laughed inside at the expressions on their faces. Shock.

'I hadn't been able to talk about it to anyone, but... I feel much better after sharing it with someone. I mean, I hardly know you, but... I can sense you're good people.' Jaw said without a trace of dishonesty on her face. Yeah, right. I sense two judgemental, sheltered, egoistical males. "Good people" my thorns. She thought underneath her tearful mask.
 
Looking in the eyes of a prospective teammate, Snake studied Clare's glazed, oblivious pupils with a kind of mentoring sharpness, being careful not to prejudge the Alakazam's offering. Snake tended to be the very first Pokemon, by instinct, to call out another Pokemon for their more obvious flaws, viewing her potential comrades as either assets or liabilities. Black or white. This situation was a little different though... Rotom was something she was not about to face without any backup. A compitent ally was a plus, but she really needed anyone at all that appeared to be about her level of expertise.

Snake cocked a brow, scanning the Alakazam mentally. Her big green eyes locked with Clare's for a moment, until apparently the Lucario had discovered something. Snaking out one paw quickly between them in an offered handshake, she couldn't keep from sniggering at the timid way Clare returned the gesture and shook her hand.

"Clare, is it?" Snake asked quite simply, straightening her combat vest out a bit. She'd seen the Alakazam before, conversing with an Eevee some time earlier while she and Judas were on their way to an open field to spar. There was a moment of silence before Clare responded with a simple "Yep". This prompted Snake to give a glance to Judas for approval, who nodded in response.

"Great. Welcome aboard. We're heading to the Mansion nearby; a Gengar named Andrew will meet us there, if he's true to his word. I don't know about you, but I don't trust Gengars," Snake broke down the mission quite simply, patting down her pockets to be sure she had what she needed for the assignment. Satisfied with her self-pat-down, she nodded to Clare and looked over the scribbled message she'd taken down from the notice board, then glanced over the accompanying map. A scrawled path was drawn on top of a previously drawn layout, showing how to get from the edge of the small town nearby to the Mansion in question. It didn't seem like an especially long journey, Snake reasoned, guessing at around a mile and a half of walking or so.

As she'd proportioned, they reached the Mansion about thirty minutes later, with Snake insisting that Judas accompany them - but Judas was very picky and refused to follow the two into the Mansion. She seemed to have a strong dislike for Electric Pokemon of any form, and usually preferred to avoid battles with them at whatever cost necessary. It was a strange quirk about her friend that Snake never fully understood - or for that matter, the inverse fearlessness that Clare showed by bravely accepting a mission that could very well be the end of her if the Rotom in question was powerful enough. This was not classed as a difficult mission, however, and Snake somehow felt it best not to treat it as bigger than it likely was.

Autopsy: Service For A Vacant Coffin (first 0:40)

Stepping foot inside the Mansion gave Snake a much different feeling about the mission, quite suddenly. Slaughtered remains not present to accompany them, ghosts of charred, fried Pokemon lingered in the air, barely present as they drifted from wall to wall; and typical Ghost-type Pokemon slid into focus from left and right, floating aimlessly from room to room, every now and then locking a piercing stare on Snake and Clare. From the shadows, a midrange, calm voice spoke from nearby.

"You've made it. Excellent! What's your names?"

(Sorry it's a little lame. I'm rather tired and busy.)
 
((OOC: Gah... Sorry I haven't been on, I've been a little preoccupied with school and all...))


Snake studied Clare closely, until at last she extended a spiked black paw towards her. Clare, being as jumpy as she was crossed her spoons in preparation for an attack, much to the Lucario's amusement. It was rather obvious that she had offered her paw to the Alakazam in order to commence a handshake. Embarrassed, Clare utilized the power of telekinesis in order to suspend one of her spoons in the air before her before shakily placing her right hand into Snake's waiting paw. Being the brittle creature she was, the handshake almost broke Clare's braced arm.

"Clare, is it?" The Lucario asked, raising its equivalent of an eyebrow.

It was a good five seconds before the usually speedy Alakazam at last came up with a response.

"...Yep." Clare smiled sweetly, though Snake didn't see this for she had glanced over to a nearby Sableye who nodded to her. Once again, the Lucario turned to face Clare, this time with a slight smile upon her face.
"Great. Welcome aboard. We're heading to the Mansion nearby; a Gengar named Andrew will meet us there, if he's true to his word. I don't know about you, but I don't trust Gengars,"

While Snake proceeded to check her pockets, Clare brought her left hand towards her face, placing the spoon it clutched against the underside of her snout. "Umm, I don't see anything wrong with Gengars. Well I don't know where this mansion is exactly, so I can't teleport us there. Sorry."

This only elicited a grunt and a nod from the aura pokemon, who then pulled a piece of paper from one of her many pockets. This piece of paper, as it turned out, was a map which was to lead them to the mansion. With that, she, Clare and the Sableye were off.

After around thirty minutes of the Lucario trying to convince the Sableye to help with what was supposed to be a two-pokemon mission and Clare whining about how long it was taking, the trio of females had at last reached their destination. Sableye refused to enter while Clare coolly strode through the front doors of the grand old house after her Lucario teammate. Ghosts of deceased pokemon floated through the air along with ghost-type pokemon, some of which gave the pair the occasional dirty look, much to Clare's disdain.

Before she could shake her spoon-clutching fist, a calm, male voice resonated through the hallways.
"You've made it. Excellent! What's your names?"

Startled, Clare looked around frantically for the source of said voice before her eyes at last met the floor, where she noticed that a nearby statue cast two shadows. As if on cue, a Gengar rose from one of those shadows, his species' signature sinister grin spread across his featureless purple face. By now, Clare was already beginning to have second thoughts about the mission.

To make sure the sole male of the three didn't hear the hurtful comment she was ever so tempted to make, Clare decided to communicate her thoughts towards Snake by telepathy. 'You're right - that Gengar does seem kind of dodgy. Don't worry, if worst comes to worst, I know what to do.'

Turning back to face Gengar, she inched along her blunt-featured face a vacant, obviously feigned smile to match the vacuous void behind her oriental ebony eyes. For effect, her head found itself tilted onto the side with blond cascading whiskers falling upon her waist.
"You must be, um, Andrew? Yeah... Well, she's Snake and I'm Clare." Giving a slight giggle, she absent-mindedly twirled her right set of whiskers with the spoon she held in the respective hand.

"That's me! - Nice to meet you, Snake and... Clare." The last word of his last sentence was delivered with a tone of pure disdain. Had Andrew possessed a nose upon his face, he would have wrinkled it to show his disgust towards the shockingly stupid Alakazam. However, he later shrugged that chip off his nonexistant shoulder for the leader of gold-class team ACT was also an Alakazam. Unfortunately, he was unable to shake the fact that the particular Alakazam who stood at a stumpy four-foot before him appeared to be the kind who could very well be incapable of spelling her own name. After scanning over the two females once more, he nodded, then with a Gengar's grin and a stubby purple finger beckoned them to follow him towards the foot of the mansion's spiral staircase.

"Now let's look for that Rotom character, shall we? I heard he likes to hang around in things like TVs, fridges... electronic devices." He explained, as if Snake and Clare didn't already know beforehand. Following a long pause, Andrew gestured towards the staircase, his voice tainted with a tinge of anxiety. "Err, ladies first..."
 
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