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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 3
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 5/30
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] Frozen Highlands, Dragonspine
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 396 (+1 Exp)
[i][color=skyblue]Albedo[/color] [@Lugubrious], [color=f7976a]Prisoner[/color] [@XoXKieroBombXoX][/i][/center]

 Bones. Again? As Prisoner and Albedo delt with blocking off the cave entrance, Frisk, in dumbfoundment stared down at the arrows she obtained. Sure, they [i]are[/i] more practical than the pile of mangled bones that sat in her inventory, but [i]still[/i]. Weird concidering who she's friends with. Hopefully Papyrus was doing okay back in Snowdin...

 With that being said, the only thing to do now was keep going. And the inside of Dragonspine was much different than the the outside they've been climbing. The woman couldn't help her awe as she glanced around. Frisk knelt down for a moment to get a better look at the blue flowers that decorated the ground, but dared not to pick them. She didn't want to ruin what beauty the cavern held. Sure, there was some robotic guys they'd have to avoid disturbing, but they can atleast avoid [i]those[/i] idiots. The hints of seismic activity either meant the Goblins were recent, or the source itself. Either way they'd have to be careful.

 As Albedo continued leading the way forward, Frisk idly and quietly looked around some more. She suddenly stopped walking. The reverberation that reached her ears pained her heart, but where was it's source? She made her way over to the edge of their path, and after a moment, saw what it was. A Spheal. An [i]injured[/i] Spheal. A quiet gasp escaped Frisk's throat once she saw how wounded it truely was. 

 [color=67a4e0]"W-Wait!"[/color] She whisper-yelled to her teammates. The woman quickly looked around for any means she could reach the poor Pokemon and spotted a slope. She hurried down it, yet carefully approached the Spheal, not wanting to scare it. [color=67a4e0]"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you..."[/color] Frisk gently reassured it as she approached. Once it was in arm's reach, she carefully scooped it up, cradling it in her arms like a mother would their child whilst keeping in mind it's wound. [color=67a4e0]"Oh, you poor thing... The bad machines did this to you, didn't they?"[/color] She cooed with a remorseful frown, climbing back up the slope to regroup with the other two. [color=67a4e0]"It'll be alright now. I'll make sure they don't lay a hand on you again."[/color] 

 When Frisk appeared again, the Alchemist and the Prisoner could see her carrying the wounded Pokemon in her arms. Her frown remained. [color=67a4e0]"I-I couldn't leave them alone..."[/color] Was all she could say.