[@Joshua Tamashii] - [i]Night[/i]

The Confuse Ray headed for Litwick, intending on striking him head-on, angled a bit downwards where it spun in the air… when Litwick used Minimize and the Confuse Ray flew through the space where the candle-Pokémon had previously occupied to impact the ground pointlessly. The supersized pumpkin blinked in slight surprise when then an Ember came flying. Said Ember was not Minimized, and came at a speed that the obviously slower due to its size Pumpkaboo couldn’t dodge.

[color=a15840]‘PUUUUUUM…!’[/color] The fireball impacted with a little burst and the big pumpkin spun back in Super Effective damage. However, not to be overtaken, it spun back with a frown, the increased size also meaning increased toughness. Deciding not to waste time, it charged forth at Litwick, preparing its lungs to impact and give a startling shout as it did if it hit, using the Astonish move which also would be Super Effective in turn should it hit. It was up to Litwick and Amelia how they wished to counter this.

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[@Rune_Alchemist]

Claire pursued the Zigzagoon into the complex of abandoned buildings, chasing the quick little bugger carrying something shiny. In this area of multi-story buildings, abandoned after everyone had collectively agreed that living in any of the nearby cities was superior, Claire and her Pokémon would find a considerable feeling of emptiness except for the Zigzagoon they were pursuing. They maneuvered the streets, perhaps noting that the Zigzagoon had a very specific destination in mind. Soon enough, Claire would be running into…?

[hider=...][center][h2]Abandoned Shrine[/h2]

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So. There’s a shrine, standing on the edge between the abandoned buildings in the southern area of Route 11 and the Silent Forest further south. It’s positively tiny, and despite the markings all over around it. A few Chinglings scattered to make way for the Zigzagoon dashing through the courtyard, the little bell-Pokémon making startled chimes as they hopped out of the way.

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[center][color=6ecff6][i]Pokédex Entry #433 – Chingling, the Bell Pokémon. An orb in the back of its throat chimes each time it jumps, making a ringing sound. When endangered it defends itself by emitting deafening high-frequency cries. When it starts crying, it’s hard to make it stop.[/i][/color][/center]

The Zigzagoon jumped inside the tiny shrine and jumped behind the podium inside. On top of the podium stood a strange mirror. It was adorned with an odd frame that had varying colors adorning it. As for what it was or what it was doing here, there were no particular answers for.

Ralia, though, could sense a large amount of hostility coming from right on top of that roof, starting from the moment they entered the pathway up to the shrine. While she couldn’t see the cause, someone or something was definitely up there, emitting an unpleasant amount of hostility. … And appeared to be waiting for something. Running after the Zigzagoon now would take Claire right underneath the hostility…

What to do now was up to them.[/hider]

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[@Pyromaniacwolf][@Eklispe][@Pikmin Eye]

After a Water Gun from Wooper and another Ember from Houndour, this one hitting its mark, the Zubats got the idea and while damaged fluttered away from the scene. While they might be brave, they hadn’t been openly engaging in battle and taking on three trainers at the same time was a bit more than they had bargained for. However, that was just three of the cave’s Zubats. There were a whole lot more in there that hadn’t yet gotten the idea.

Participating Pokémon earned some experience, though not enough to gain any levels. The three of them could now discuss what they’d like to do now. Or, if they felt like it, just head off with their own missions in mind. The three stood in the entrance corridor of the Wet Caverns, where the road split into three. One dark and deep path in the middle, one dry and rocky to the left, one flooded and wet to the right. The smell Houndour sensed was to the right.

Furthermore, further in that path to the right the path split again, one continuing the underground river to the left and to the right was a step out of the water. Dawkin would remember he went the path right there to escape his pursuers. Houndour would feel the smell he was pursuing going both right and left there, though left more recently. That’s about it.