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After what must have been years of almost no actual activity here (save for the occasional post), I'm gonna try to use my DeviantArt again. The main reason I left was cause I preferred my Tumblr much better than here, and because the number of follower notifications I sorted through on a daily basis was (and still is) absurd. I'm gonna unfollow a bunch of people that I wouldn't actively watch and are not aquainted with as time goes by. So... ya. Here I am. Cool?
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  • Watching: Let's Play - Mario Party 8: DK's Treetop Temple
  • Playing: Runescape


After what must have been years of almost no actual activity here (save for the occasional post), I'm gonna try to use my DeviantArt again. The main reason I left was cause I preferred my Tumblr much better than here, and because the number of follower notifications I sorted through on a daily basis was (and still is) absurd. I'm gonna unfollow a bunch of people that I wouldn't actively watch and are not aquainted with as time goes by. So... ya. Here I am. Cool?
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: The Vital Vitriol (Plague Knight Battle)
  • Watching: Let's Play - Mario Party 8: DK's Treetop Temple
  • Playing: Runescape

~~~~The Basalt Halls~~~~~

    A mysterious atmosphere filled the air of the ancient dungeon. Pillars of basalt lined the walls of the cavern, making for geometric patterns that could almost be called artistic. Occasionally, the dungeoneering group passed by a small pool of water formed from a stream trickling down from the ceiling. The area must have been close to or within the water table of the local area. Mithora took a deep breath of the refreshingly cool air and sighed. It had been a long time since she’d been dungeoneering. There was hardly any need for it when traveling by dragon through the fog. This dungeon would be easy to explore, she heard. Perfect for Layron and herself to get back into practice.

    “Hey, wait up!” A companion exclaimed. Mithora turned to see that Layron had finally caught up. Riding atop his head was a Chinchou with a rather smug look on his face, holding his antennas as if they were reigns on Layron. “Yeish. This place isn’t gonna move, ya know! Why ya so rushed?”

    Mithora chuckled. “Cetus, don’t blame me for being excited alright?” She replied. “I haven’t been dung’ing in a long time.”

    “Dun ging?” Cetus asked. “Is that some sorta bell?”

    “No, it’s an abbreviation of... you know what? It doesn’t matter.” Mithora scowled and continued onward through the pathway. For the task of exploring and securing this dungeon, Mithora’s team had been assigned a particular segment of the ‘Basalt Halls’, as everybody was calling them. The name had a nice ring to it, Mithora had to admit. They’d asked Cetus and Virgo of Team Starmap to accompany them for the sake of back-up in case they came into a skirmish - there were Barboaches around the dungeon that were weak but none-the-less a threat, and Mithora and Layron were not equipped to handle a myriad of water and ground type fish. “Here!” Mithora exclaimed, rushing over to a door hidden in a depression in the wall. “This is where we need to be.” She said, opening the door up and immediately creeping back in surprise.

    “What’s up? Is the floor lava?” Cetus asked, hopping down from Layron’s head and onto Mithora’s back.

    Mithora shook the Chinchou off as soon as he tried to mount her - she wasn’t a steed to be rode. “There’s water on the floor...” She remarked.

    “Whaaaat? That’s lame!” Cetus exclaimed in reply, bounding into the room. The room was empty apart from a pile of stone and dirt on the opposite wall. “I wanted to do some parkour! Oh hey, where’s...” Cetus turned to see his Mudkip partner Virgo finally joining them. He’d been slow to follow the group the whole way down into the dungeon, nor had he spoken to anyone in the group apart from the occasional comment or reply to Cetus - clearly something was wrong that was making him upset, but when asked about it he said it wasn’t anything important so the topic wasn’t pursued. “Hey there you are, sadsack!” Cetus exclaimed, racing over to his friend. “Hey, chin up! There’s all sorts of ways you can prove how awesome you are here! Like-”

    “Like disabling that trap?” Layron asked, walking into the room and pointing out the pile of rocks and sand. Before anybody could ask what he meant, he splashed some water at the spot with his tail and some of it caught on some thin strings. They were attached to the floor and some loose rocks in the ceiling, and pulling on them or running into them would almost certainly mean getting buried.

    “Ya, just like that!” Cetus exclaimed. “Go for it, bud!” He slapped Virgo on the back for encouragement.

    Virgo just turned and said “I don’t wanna. I’ll just mess it up...” He sighed deeply and kicked the water.

    Concerned, Cetus ran around his friend to look him in the eye and said “C’mon! Don’t you wanna go to that town? Geodude or whatever it was called?”


    “Ya! You were acting excited to be going there and-” The two were interrupted by the sound of collapsing rubble. In the time they’d been talking, Layron had already removed most of the triggers and set off the trap remotely and safely so nobody else could be hurt by it. “Well... don’t worry bud! You’ll do good!” Cetus concluded with a friendly slap of his friend’s arm.

    Mithora meanwhile had been inspecting the doors in the room. One was completely free to open but the other was closed up with a strange locking mechanism. The keyhole was shaped oddly. Clearly a specific key was needed. “We need to either break this door down or find the key.” Mithora said. “I suggest we inspect the unlocked area first.”

    Layron bobbed his head in agreement and turned to the other door, pulling the handle - the door handle came off and the door fell off its hinges into the room. Curious, the four of them looked in the chamber. The inside was relatively empty. They marched into the room, eyes on all corners for any signs of aggressors. Already they could see that the two doors in the room were both locked. Virgo jumped at an odd sound - something like a shadow darting across the room. “We should look around for any shiny thingies!” Layron exclaimed. He turned to a corner with an outcrop of basalt and exclaimed “Like dat shiny fishy over der!”

    Confused, the others looked at the rocky outcrop for an explanation. One hopped out from behind cover a moment later - a Barboach wielding... “Is that a plunger?” Mithora asked herself.

    “You fooools!” The Barboach exclaimed through the wooden handle of the plunger which he swung to and fro as if to intimidate the four dungeoneers. “You daaare enter these halls? By coming in here, you have defied the sanctity of the great kingdom of King Wussy Whiskers Montgeomery Mudsuckery Sedimus Munge the fourth! Your transgression shall not be forgiven - thou shalt buuuurn in the great depths of this dungeon! Or... well, drown, but... you know what I mean!”

    Confused, the four of them looked at the Barboach and waited for him to do something. “Should... should we leave, or fight him...?” Virgo asked, completely dumbfounded by this excuse for a soldier.

    “Nah, let him go on. I just love watching Pokemon do this.” Mithora remarked - unlike the others, she had a bit of amusement mixed in with her confusion.

    Angered, the Barboach slapped the muddy ground with his plunger and threw balls of mud at everyone. Mithora in particular was hit hard, the mud flying right into her eyes. She gasped in pain and retreated back into the previous room, running into a wall along the way. Layron meanwhile turned to the Barboach with a weird smile and rushed forward, grabbing its tail and throwing him at the wall. The Barboach slapped into the basalt wall with a loud smack, falling to the floor in a daze. With a smile that could only be described as terrifying, Layron grabbed the Barboach again and started slamming him into the wall over and over.

    “Stop!” Virgo exclaimed after merely a moment of watching the display. “D-don’t- w-what are you d-doing?!”

    Cetus took action, lashing his antenna out and grabbing Layron’s arm with it. “Dude, that’s enough! Jeez! No need to gut him!” He exclaimed. Cetus pried Layron’s fingers open with his other antenna and made him drop the Barboach, who had to stifle nausea as soon as he was on the floor. The Chinchou turned to his partner, only to find that he had retreated in fear.

    The two electric types checked the previous room to find Virgo cowering in a corner and Mithora trying to wash the mud out of her eyes. Cetus and Layron went to join their respective partners and tried to help them. It was ten minutes before they were all back in action - it took Mithora quite a while to get her eyes to stop burning after having mud tossed in her eyes, and even then they looked red and bloodshot. Virgo, meanwhile, had grown scared of Layron for how brutal he acted (and rightly so), but Cetus was eventually able to convince him that Layron was only trying to defeat their foe and that he wouldn’t hurt him... probably... maybe not but still, he couldn’t give up now!

    With everything settled, they returned to the second room and explored some more - it turned out that there was a key laying behind the outcrop. It opened up the eastern door and enabled them passage - the very next chamber saw them faced against a Barboach wielding a spoon. “Fooooools! You-” He couldn’t even finish his statement before Layron slapped him with his tail, forcing the Barboach to spit out the spoon. Annoyed, the Barboach concentrated hard on... something. Whatever the fish was doing was completely ruined when Layron slapped him with his tail again. The Barboach kept trying whatever he was doing three times more, each one getting interrupted by a casual slap from Layron’s tail. “Stop that!” He finally exclaimed. “How am I supposed to attack you with epic psychic power if I can’t even concentrate long enough to see in the future to attack you?”

    Annoyed, Mithora marched forward and stepped on the Barboach’s tail. “That’s enough out of you.” She grumbled. grabbing his tailfin with her mouth and tossing him into a room in the south.

    Before they started heading into the next room, Virgo exclaimed “Look what I found!” Everyone turned to see a whole bunch of strange mushrooms, the biggest of which seemed to be covered in a flesh-like substance. Virgo pulled the fleshy mushroom and explained “This is fleshcap! It’s a substitute for meat that lots of carnivores eat. The guild admins said they wanted us to gather these things.”

    “Great job, Virgo.” Mithora said. “I guess Layron and I missed that memo - would you mind carrying that for us?”

    Virgo, happy to be doing something for the group, stuck the harvested fleshcap in his satchel and followed everyone else into the southern room. There, they found the ‘psychic’ Barboach from before unconscious on the floor next to a very fat Barboach laying beside him, feeding on what looked like a root. It turned upon hearing the dungeoneers enter the room, but made a grunt of carelessness before going back to his root. Shrugging, the four of them entered the room and inspected it for anything important. Laying carelessly to one side of the room was another key, set next to a series of poisonous stingers jutting out from the floor. Perhaps the key was supposed to be placed amongst them? The gluttonous Barboach made no effort to stop neither Layron as he removed the stingers from the floor and disposed of them nor Virgo as he grabbed the key and quickly rushed out of the room.

    The four of them returned to the northern room and came to the western door. Hopefully they wouldn’t run into any trouble behind it. Before Virgo could open it, Mithora stopped him and said “I’d like to thank you again for coming along with us.These things are weak but they’re none-the-less a threat and we really appreciate the help.” With a smile, Virgo nodded in thanks and opened the locked door.

    The room beyond was... strange. It seemed like a sort of storage room in retrospect, but the random crates laying about were ransacked and empty. The walls were covered with small streams of water, only they defied gravity and flowed upwards instead of down! At the south end of the room was an outcrop of rock that looked like it had threads of wool growing like ore. At the north end was another trap similar to the one from the first room - a few strings of web attached to a loose ceiling. At the west end was another Barboach wielding a plunger, only this one in particular was wearing a makeshift helmet made from some sort of wooden pot. “Fools! You-”

    Mithora interrupted him and exclaimed “Why does everybody and there wife in this place call us fools? If anything, you are the fools for thinking a plunger is a weapon.”

    “Well plunge this!” The Barboach exclaimed, throwing the plunger at them. Unfortunately, his lack of throwing ability made his toss fall short and the plunger merely bounced on the floor a few times before coming to rest at the group’s feet. A pause, and then the Barboach admitted “Maybe you’re right” before slamming the ground with his tail, causing the whole room to shake. The group panicked and rushed over to the crates to steady themselves. A weak instance of Magnitude, but a potentially dangerous move none-the-less! “Hahaha! See? We’re dangerous! We can fight! I am the great Corporal Callan the Catalytic!”

    “Well, you can fight but you all are still ignorant.” Mithora retorted, rolling her eyes in response to his name. “Do you know what a catalyst is?”

    “Yes! It’s a thing with cat whiskers! Like me!” The Barboach slammed the ground and triggered another Magnitude attack, this time much stronger! The ground broke under the group’s feet and the rupturing earth caused them injury. Taken by surprise, Mithora got back on her feet and tried to attack the Barboach with Flame Charge. However, She was met with a swift Water Gun that stopped her attack short and a moment later she was slapped out of the way with an Aqua Tail. The Barboach captain tried to finish her off with Magnitude, but he was zapped by a strange bolt of electricity. It didn’t seem to harm him, but it caught his attention none-the-less. Layron was out in the middle of the room, glaring harshly at the Barboach yet still with a smile on his face. He raced forward before the Barboach could attack and grabbed his helmet, pulled it off, and then slammed it back down on the Barboach’s head. The fish grunted in pain as the wood struck his head. Layron tossed the helmet aside slapped the dazed fish with his tail, knocking him out. With the threat defeated, Layron rushed over to Mithora and started to drag her out of the room.

    Cetus and Virgo were left to disable the trap and gather the stonespool from the outcrop Virgo ended up doing most of the work due to Cetus having ineffective methods. Without a pickaxe to harvest the stonespool, Virgo showed Cetus another means of getting the task done - using his Water Gun attack to break up the weak parts of the rock. It turned out the stone was quite grainy, easy enough to break up with the force of rushing water. As for the trap, Virgo had the clever idea of using Icy Wind to freeze the triggers and then carefully broke the frozen wires. The trap was disabled without any trouble. While Virgo worked, Cetus happened to look around and find a key hidden in one of the crates. Hopefully it opened the only door they had yet to unlock.

    Back in the central northern room, Cetus and Virgo found Layron tending to Mithora’s wounds as best he could. The water attacks had left her with a black char on her face, where her warm body had been doused and cooled down tremendously. Layron was currently trying to warm up that charred fur as best he could to get her body back to stable temperature, though the friction of rubbing his hands together wouldn’t really be enough. Cetus asked if Mithora knew any fire type moves that could warm her body up properly which he could Mimic, but her only fire type move of use was Flame Charge - to violent to use in moderation.

    It seemed the Barboach had gotten a very lucky shot on her, and it was apparent that Mithora needed to retreat. She wasn’t fit for exploring a dungeon of water and ground type Pokemon. Virgo offered to take Mithora back up to the surface to have the doused skin treated properly, but Mithora refused. “We need to finish exploring this floor.” She muttered, rolling onto her paws and struggling to get up. She managed to remain standing but her legs wobbled just a bit, to the concern of the group. When it was brought up, she simply brushed it off and said she was fine. “I don’t surrender just because of a few injuries. I’m not mortally wounded.”

    Cetus took the key to the central room’s southern door. The key fit the lock and the door opened. The Chinchou carelessly walked into the room and almost immediately stepped onto a loose tile on the floor. Bubbles immediately shot out of the floor and assailed Cetus, who brushed off the trap like it was nothing. “No problem.” He said with a smug look as he found the mechanism for the trap and ripped it up from the ground, disabling it. The others entered the room shortly thereafter and looked around cautiously for any aggressors. There were none to be found in that room the room to the west of there, although Virgo did manage to come across some more Fleshcap. On the stem of one of the mushrooms was a key, which Virgo took and found to match with the only other door in the area.

    As soon as the door opened, a Barboach in the doorway attacked with an Aqua Pulse. Layron was the quickest to react, jumping on top of Mithora to protect her as the attack flew overhead. After that first attack, the Barboach retreated into the room and made the same move, throwing an Aqua Pulse attack at the four of them. This time they ducked under the attack and rushed into the room to retaliate. Cetus was the first to attack, using Mimic to generate a Water Pulse of his own. Unlike the Barboach’s attacks, this one struck and left the foe in a daze. Layron took the opportunity to rush up to the Barboach and slam him with his tail, knocking the fish against the wall.

    The Barboach managed to pick himself up to fight some more. “Thy who dares intrude on the domain of King Wussy Whiskers Montgeomery Mudsuckery Sedimus Munge the fourth (his grace)! You shall pay the price!”

    “How much?” Layron asked.

    “Ahm...” The Barboach paused. “Fifty star coins.”

    “No thanks.” Layron said with a delightful smile as he punched the ground, setting off a tremor that made the ground rupture. The Bulldoze attack affected everyone in the room including Mithora and Cetus, both of whom were vulnerable to the move. They both lost their balance from the attack’s shockwave and took some harm from the rumbling earth. Thankfully the move wouldn’t have to be used again, as the attack had been plenty enough to take out the Barboach.

    When the dust cleared, everything else in the room had been taken care of thanks to that single attack. The trap that had once been in the center of the room had been set off and covered in a pile of rubble, thankfully with nobody underneath it. There had been a resource cache of Meatroots - roots of a strange plant that tasted like meat and gave all the nutrients of the real thing - but it had been destroyed in the attack. Most importantly, the locked door at the west end of the room had been shaken off its hinges and was now free to pull open. “I did it!” Layron exclaimed.

    Mithora slowly stood up again, having greater difficulty this time from the sudden rupture of the ground having tossed her body onto the floor. “Ngh... I asked you not to use that while we were in here.” Mithora commented.

    “Ya, what’s the big idea?” Cetus grumbled in agreement, picking himself up with the help of his partner.

    “I’s was just protecting Mithy!” Layron complained in a sad tone. “I’s sorry...”

    Mithora shook her head - what she wouldn’t be able to do without him, she thought to herself. At the very least, the path through this sector of the dungeon was clear. They had even gathered resources and disabled all the traps - their mission was accomplished.

PMD-U Team Freedom Dungeon 1
Our heroes find themselves in the Basalt Halls, an old dungeon that marks the path to a new land. Will our heroes be able to conqure the ancient halls? Or will they be washed away because the only enemies in the entire freaking dungeon are water/ground types, both of which are advantageous against our heroes?

Well they probably will since they are the protagonists and this isn't a tragedy story... yet


Mithora and Layron: Team Freedom ~ scaper12123

Virgo and Cetus: Team StarMap ~ CrazyIguana

    Mithora tugged at the reigns of the cart as hard as she could, but for simple balls of fiber the cargo turned out to be very hard to pull. Still, Mithora needed to get this delivery to Chantelle’s fashion studio as quickly as possible as they had been given special instructions not to be late.

    “Do you needs some help, Mithy?” Layron said, popping his head out from the piles of spoolstone to speak with his partner.

    “No, I’m just pretending to make-” Mithora paused before saying “Yes actually, I do need help.” She often forgot that Layron rarely understood sarcasm. It just wasn’t something he was meant for. Mithora, meanwhile, was not meant to be pulling a cart loaded with tons of stone-based threads across town under the pressure of a time limit. “Get down from there and give me a hand.”

    “Aaaaaw... but iz so soft!” Layron exclaimed, grabbing a ball of stonespool and rubbing it against his face. Ironically, he was rubbing a hard spot in the stone fabric on his face rather than any of the wool. The materials, while good for making thread, were rather rough and thick when unprocessed. Eventually though, Layron pulled himself from the spools of thread and crawled down from the cart. “Okies! here you go!” He exclaimed, holding out his hand for Mithora to use as she needed.

    Typical, literal Layron. “Layron, I need your help me pull this cart to Chantelle’s fashion parlor!” Mithora exclaimed. “Quickly, now!”

    Layron seemed to take this cue well, as he immediately grabbed the cart and started pulling it with all of his strength. Surprisingly, he managed to get a lot more progress in with a single force of effort than Mithora had the entire hour she had been lugging the cart across town. Mithora joined back in and, together, they were able to get the cart moving consistently.

    By the time they arrived at the fashion parlor, there were already two carts full of the stonespool sitting outside the shop and being carried into the storage room inside one handful at a time. They left their cart to the side and Mithora asked Layron to guard it. Rushing inside, Mithora found the owner, Chantelle, and informed her that her delivery had arrived and that payment was needed for the shipment.

    “Very well.” Chantelle replied. “I can positively fetch three star coins for the delivery.”

    With a sigh of relief, Mithora started to reply “Thank you very much.” However, she stopped herself mid-sentence and exclaimed “Three star coins? For both the goods and the service? No way! Ten star coins and no less!”

    Chantelle smirked. The little Fennekin really thought she was going to haggle with her, did she? Suffice to say that she would be surprised. “Your labor is worth a star coin at best - I saw how poorly you were bringing that cart up to the shop.”

    “Yes, we’re getting paid one star coin for the labor!” Mithora exclaimed in reply “But the materials aren’t exactly easy to get, you know. They come from the underground.”

    “Riiiight... from those ‘infamous’ dungeons that you are so scared of because you have to use all those magics of yours to keep from getting lost. I will pay no more than five.”

    “You will pay ten!” Mithora demanded, becoming slightly agitated.

    “Five is my final offer.” Chauntelle replied with a devious smile.

    Mithora gave a groan in reply. “Fine. Eight. Eight, and no less.”

    Layron crawled into the shop at that point. “Eight what?” He asked. “Eight balls of wool? I’ll get them!”

    “No!” Mithora cried out before Layron could rush out of the shop. “No, Layron. We’re trying to convince Chauntelle to give us ALL the money she owes for the materials.”

    “Four star gems.” Chauntelle cried out, reclaiming the Fennekin’s attention.

    Mithora paused. “Four? No, never! You will pay eight.”

    “Perhaps I should bump my offer down to three, then.” Chauntelle offered. “It would be a shame to have to return to your guildmaster empty handed, your cargo notwithstanding.”

    “Ooo I knows!” Layron exclaimed. “Fifteen!”

    Mithora slapped the Helioptile with her tail. “Stay out of this!” She exclaimed before turning to Chauntelle and exclaiming “No! You will pay eight! We already cheapened the offer for you, and you will pay your dues in full!”

    “Three star coins.” Chauntelle said.

    Layron started to crawl onto Chauntelle in protest. “But we worked haaaaard on dat cart!” He exclaimed.

    Chauntelle grunted in disgust and tried to pull the Helioptile off, but he kept crawling around her body and away from her grip. “Get off me, you swine!” She demanded. “I will pay no more than two if you keep this nonsense up!”

    “You know what?!” Mithora exclaimed. “This is nonsense! You’re nonsense, and I’m upping the charges! Fifteen!”

    “What?!” Chauntelle exclaimed, twirling around in circles trying to grab the Helioptile and get him off of her body and away from her perfectly combed fur. “I will do no such thing - I will pay no such price!”

    “Unless you want to keep this argument up all night, I suggest you take what you’ve got.” Mithora replied with a stern gaze. “I don’t like to be toyed with, and I certainly don’t like to be haggled.” Chauntelle started to make another argument before Mithora exclaimed “Sixteen!”

    “Never!” Chauntelle exclaimed before making another lunge at the Helioptile. Layron crawled onto Chauntelle’s head. He leaned down and waved to her while upside down. Groaning in frustration, she shook her head as hard as she could and finally managed to get Layron to fall off. “As I said before, I will pay no more than two!” She went on.

    “Sixteen!” Mithora demanded in the most commanding voice she had.

    With a groan of frustration, Chauntelle finally said “Fine! I will raise my offer to five star coins. But, no more.”

    Mithora came up with an idea to get her to break. She put on the most calm face she could manage and said “Fine. Have it your way, then.” She turned around and started slowly to the door. “I suppose you don’t need this stonespool anyhow. You already have two cartloads and I can’t imagine a fashion studio wouldn’t go through all that in a few days... not before the next available shipment of stonespool, anyway.” She paused at the door and turned to Layron. “What was the interval between deliveries, Layron? What number did Teresa give us?”

    “Two weeks.” Layron replied.

    “Mmm... ya. Those two carts could definitely get you through two weeks of business.” Mithora went on. “Anywho, nice seeing you again. I’ll let you know if I ever need any more accessories. Us guild members need them pretty dang often.”

    Chauntelle hated this, the way the Fennekin thought she could play her. But on the other hand, she was right - two carts of stonespool could barely get her through a week of business, let alone two. Even though she was expecting at least one more shipment that day, she absolutely needed that delivery they had. “W-wait!” Chauntelle exclaimed as Mithora was closing the door. The Fennekin opened it to lean her head inside.

    Mithora made every effort she could to hide the grin she wanted to make. “Yes?” She asked politely.

    “Fine...” Chauntelle muttered. “I-I’ll give you ten. No more. Absolutely no more.”

    Their original deal having been offered, Mithora immediately accepted and thanked Chauntelle for her business. As they begrudgingly shook hands and as the exchange of goods was made, Mithora thought a silent prayer to the gods themselves that her guess on Chauntelle’s need for the materials had been accurate enough to have been a good bargaining tool.

    They returned to the Explorers guild in the evening and gave the money over to Teresa. She acted very shocked to see so much money having been paid for the stonespool. “Did you really manage to get her to pay all this?” She asked in shock.

    With a shrug, Mithora told her that “I haggled her.”

PMD-U Team Freedom Errand #12
Client: Teresa
Errand: #12
Date Issued: November 13, 2014
Date Due: November 18, 2014

In this episode, Mithora and Layron dwelve into the world of bussiness by haggling a fashion bouteque owner and scamming her really good! Or, at least, that's how we hope the story ends. Otherwise they'll lose a lot of money.

Team Freedom Application

    A stone circle existed just north of Andalusst. Or, at least, Mithora presumed it had been a form of stone circle in a previous incarnation. Speaking of incarnation, her task this evening was to help guide the spirits of the dead back to the city as they arrived, helping them adjust to the circumstances and such. As she understood, those who died in the dungeons below and came back alive as ghosts often wound up in this series of monoliths. A sad story, but she couldn’t help them. Nobody could help the ghosts but themselves.

    A Pumpkaboo slowly wandered into the monolith circle, looking around as if confused. Mithora approached him slowly and gave her greetings - The Pumpkaboo introduced herself as Milly the... Milly the... Mithora frowned in worry, realizing that Milly had died and likely had taken her memories with her. Her entire past life was for naught... she was like a newborn.

    Suddenly Mithora found herself sympathizing for these ghosts a bit more. Memories were some of the most important things an individual could possess, Mithora believed. They were experience - what gave a Pokemon wisdom. Mithora decided that helping this ghost out was her priority right now.

    The Pumpkaboo was panicking just a bit, having realized it had almost no memory of its previous life. Milly couldn’t remember where she had been, how she died, who she was, or where she was supposed to go now. Mithora insisted that everything was going to be fine - that she would be able to figure things out if she just stayed calm. An overly-optimistic thought, yes, but Mithora couldn’t think of anything else to say. Unfortunately, the spirit also thought the statement was a bit farfetched.

    Mithora insisted that Milly follow her to the city, where she could hopefully ask around and maybe find any connections she might have had. Because she had nothing else to go on, the spirit nodded and started to follow Mithora. Along the way, she decided to let the Pumpkaboo ride her back so she could stay close to her and not be afraid.

    Though afraid the Pumpkaboo was. Everything about the city made her nervous - the looming buildings, the dense population. Even the guilds, which had many nice teams who were also helping spirits find their way in the city, seemed to give her a bit of a scare. If her personality was the same in death as in life, Mithora figured that Milly had been a bit of a shy Pokemon. The information would do little to help her figure out who she was though.

    Mithora helped the Pumpkaboo understand the town - the layout of everything, where they could recieve food and shelter and aid, the locations of the guilds in case she would ever need special help, ect - Finally though, she told Milly that there was nothing else she could do to help her and she had to make her own way. The little Pumpkaboo gave Mithora a quick hug, telling her that she was scared but she was right and she had to find her own way, be that discovering her past or anything else. She bid her farewell and headed off to a shelter where she could spend the night for the time being.

    Mithora made a brisk jog back to the stone circle, hoping to help any more spirits who emerge. The sun had set by the time she was there, and a large crowd of Pokemon were assisting a group of spirits who had emerged all at once. Among the crowd was Layron, who for some reason was wearing a pumpkin hat. He turned and waved to Mithora when she called him, telling her that he wanted candy and was wearing the mask to appear spooky. The connection between the two flew right over Mithora’s head.

    But a moment later, the pumpkin started to float off of Layron’s head and a spirit took refuge in it, becoming another Pumpkaboo. It floated down and landed on Layron’s head, bidding him greetings. Mithora immediately asked what its name was and the Pumpkaboo replied by explaining that he was Moravo, a famous scientist from some unnamed town in the fog who unfortunately died to wolven barbarian Pokemon living in a dungeon near his town. A tragic fate, as his work had been keeping the town improving for quite some time. Alas, without his leadership it would be all for naught.

    Mithora denied that idea, though - that Moravo’s town was doomed without him. She insisted that, once he was reaquainted with the world, he could search for and locate his town again. Perhaps a path could even be established between that path and Andalusst. The Pumpkaboo spirit bobbed his head in agreement, thinking her idea grand. The only problem though was the obvious wall of fog that permeated neigh the entire world!

    Mithora began the same process she had taken Milly through, leading him through Andalusst and showing him the important features of the town like the guilds and the community shelters and kitchens. Moravo took particular interest in the researchers guild, who he saw was equally interested in researching the nature of mystery dungeons. Layron followed in their stead, giving a bit of amusing commentary that helped keep Moravo calm and relaxed, although he was taking his death surprisingly well. Perhaps he didn’t realize the full gravity of his situation yet.

    After they had taken the Pumpkaboo through all they could, Moravo admitted that he would likely try to join the Researchers guild, if it was all the same. While Layron acted a bit disappointed, Mithora simply nodded in reply and said that it was a good idea to join a guild if he had nowhere else to go. However, she encouraged him to be thankful to the gods themselves that he had retained his memories in death, explaining to him that she had helped another spirit named Milly earlier and that her memories were lost to her. However, Moravo simply nodded and said that he would before turning away and heading off into the town, likely towards the Researcher’s guild.

Mithora shook her head in disappointment. Memory was one of the most important things to her, after all. She turned to Layron, whos memories of his early life were rather fragmented, and had second thoughts - perhaps he did not need those twisted memories.
PMD-U Team Freedom Errand #11
Client: Robin
Errand: #11
Date Issued: October 30, 2014
Date Due: November 3, 2014

Well here it is, another Errand complete. A thousand words, nothing too fancy. Mithora and Layron choose to help out on a particularly spooky night as spirits start to emerge in some unknown ruins, their spirits having arrived there in death after having lost their lives in the dungeons. Sad fates, but nothing they couldn't get over after, say, being placed in the hands of a malicious writer!!! hehehehe >:3

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Btw, who's your fav PMDU World NPC?
I'm trying to see who's the favorite and I'll draw the one with the most votes...

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So far I have to say Sundance. I feel like she has the most character development out of any of them thus far.

I certainly hope you didn't watch me just to ask me the question ahah ha. My work doesn't seem to gather enough criticism :p
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I watched you because your an amazing person and you have an amazing team ^^
I didn't watch you to ask the question though...
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