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[color=salmon]Word Count: 361 (+1 exp)[/color]
[color=salmon][u]Level[/u]: [b]6[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 41/60
[b]Location:[/b] Edge of the Blue: The Bismarck[/color][/center]
The Cadet wasn't at all offended at the silver haired swordsman shaking his hand off. He'd known plenty of stubborn types before, it was just a matter of time before their new friend warmed up to them. Hopefully. Overall the hunter was just glad to have gotten the man out of the way of Cia's attack, considering how it [i]blew that woman to smithereens.[/i] Seeing grievous injuries wasn't exactly foreign to the Cadet, but that was some next level gore. Cadet blanched seeing Hat Kid get tossed into the air and down through the hole that Bowser had made, but at least she was in one piece, unlike... well, actually it seemed like that cat-like girl was pulling herself together. Maybe it was some kind of crazy ability of hers. Either way she seemed okay - for now. It didn't look like Cia was ready to give up just yet. 

The sorceress moved, magic surrounding her again. Ace Cadet focused on the portals, from which more enemies poured out. The shadows spread out, each seeking out a different target. 

[color=salmon]"Hey Blazermate, heads up!"[/color] The Cadet called, figuring that she would be focused on healing the injured and not the enemy heading her way. With Link supporting Frog, Sephiroth off to try and put an end to Cia, and the aforementioned villainess doing her best to take down Geralt and Nadia, the healer might be on her own. The Cadet himself knew he wouldn't make it over to her in time, having his own dark Link to take care of.

As the shadow approached, the Cadet's hands flew to the weapon now hanging off his hip, one grasping the sheathe and the other hovering above the handle. Compared to the first Dark Link, these seemed weaker. As soon as it was in range Ace Cadet drew the long sword's blade again, It flashed out of the sheathe, striking horizontal against the shadow and slicing across it's midsection. Back to traditional handling of the weapon, just as quick the hunter reversed direction, finishing the shadow off and returning the Nightsky Ripper to it's cover in one motion, where it waited to be drawn again. 


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[color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 839 (+2 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]3[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 11/30
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky: Crown of Sand[/color]
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[color=2E2C2C]D34C25[/color][/center]Traversing through the area proved to be extremely irritating. When they'd undertaken this mission a few hours ago, Primrose was confident in her ability to cross a desert - but this was much different than she'd expected. The strange ruins and ambushing enemies all checked out, but the moving platforms and trick rooms? The walls with faces that did their best to just get in the way? 

[i]Ridiculous...[/i] the dancer thought to herself after the first few obstacles. She was quick, lithe; but not an acrobat by any means and clearly struggled crossing. Where normally Primrose would try to keep the annoyance off of her face, it was plain as day now. By the time the next living wall showed it's face, Primrose had enough. 

[color=D34C25]"Hippowdon!"[/color] She summoned the Pokemon to her, and it appeared the same as it did while in the pyramid: heavy, large, and eager to help. Sand spouted out of it's back, getting picked up by the wind before it could even mingle with the sand below it. Hippowdown's sand storm lifted higher into the air, adding to the particles that already flew around above their heads. Honestly even if it hadn't and it's sandstorm stayed at ground level, Primrose was prepared to weather that in return for the Pokemon's help. 

[color=D34C25]"Would you get that thing out of the way?"[/color] she asked of Hippowdon, and the Heavyweight Pokemon grunted an affirmative, "Pow!" It opened it's maw wide, biting down on the wall - but finding it's attack not very effective, the duo changed method. Instead, when it opened it's mouth a second time the Hippowdon let out a yawn, and soon enough the wall's face appeared drowsy and it's eyes slipped closed. It was alive, and so it could sleep. 

Primrose and Hippowdon dealt with most of the rest of the obstacles together. The Pokemon was large enough to ride, and so Primrose sat side-saddle atop it's back while it trudged along. It was slow, but it could move through the sand easily. They made up time by making short work of the sandtraps while others in their group took a more careful approach to them. Sustaining Hippowdon was getting taxing, but the dancer preferred it to struggling with puzzles and tricks. When the sphinx finally came into view Primrose dismissed her partner Pokemon, rubbing it's head gently in thanks before it returned to her in spirit form. She followed the rest of the team right into the temple, eager to get out of the sun.

The inside was much more pleasant than expected. The first thing Primrose did was stride over to the drinking pool, filling her waterskin back up and then quickly bringing it to her mouth and emptying it again. Once her thirst was quenched Primrose rejoined everyone, watching a few of their members splash around in the other pool.

[color=D34C25]"A bath [i]would[/i] be nice..."[/color] she murmured in response to the Heavy's comment. Primrose wasn't shy in the slightest, but she didn't have a change of clothes - and what was the use of bathing just to put dirty clothes right back on? Wait, speaking of clothes... the Phantom Thieves had a change of outfit. Where were they keeping their costumes? She looked at the teens. 

[color=D34C25]"Setting up camp for everyone was very considerate... but I don't suppose you have more clothes where those came from?"[/color] she asked. She was genuinely inquiring, but her tone implied that she already thought the answer would be no. That was alright, no harm in asking either way. 

Primrose placed the spirits she'd gathered from the initial battle atop the great barrier next to the bag Poppi had left on the ground. Then, she decided to sit by the edge of the bathing pool, shedding her cloak and sandals. She dipped her feet in, sighing softly at the relaxing sensation. She leaned over and scooped some water up with her hands, washing the sand off of her skin and face. She pulled the ribbon from her hair, letting the wavy brown locks loose to fall over her shoulders before she poured water over her head, rinsing her hair out as well. As she was finishing up she listened to Sectonia give the people gathered a crash course in how spirits worked in this world. 

[color=D34C25]"...my Hippowdon is an example of the last part she mentioned,"[/color] the dancer chimed in, leaning back on her hands and slowly kicking her feet through the water. [color=D34C25]"The yellow and black animal I used to cross over the sand traps."[/color] Given that Sectonia's explanation was so complete, with a living example in Midna even, Primrose thought she might as well add in an example of a striker. She didn't say much of anything afterward though, just relaxing for a few more minutes before she stood, re-donning her sandals before making her way to the campfire. She wasn't a great chef or anything, but she could cook - and so Primrose started the process, helping to prepare some much needed food for the ever-growing Yellow Team.