[center][h1][b][color=violet]Clarissa Ryte[/color][/b][/h1] [h3][i]Grand Glory Sewer Network, Grand Glory City[/i][/h3][/center] [quote=Nils]"You know, you almost get used to the smell the longer you're down here," Nils commented after one of the battles they duo found themselves in. It was kinda crazy really how just when he thought it was getting less bad, another poisonous pokemon would show up and spread a whole new odor around.[/quote] Clarissa would nod in silent agreement with the boy's statement, though it was apt to note that Scrapper didn't seem to be affected by the smells for...rather obvious reasons. He didn't seem to like the proximity they had to Alolan Grimer along the way, but had become accustomed to assisting in battle and being assisted along the way as well at the very least. He seemed to enjoy not being alone in it all, perhaps, an adorable little smile on his face of all things as they went along. Not that it was all the easiest nor hardest of things to handle, she supposed. Sir Lopsalot, for his part, seemed to be apt to battle before returning to his Pokeball at her behest to avoid further ticking poison within his system. While he tried to put on a tough face, it only went so far as she could see the winces of pain and such as they went further in and went through more battles to boot. Though as he'd first seen the new Trubbish on the team- "...Bunbun." *BONK* "Biiiiiiiiish!" One ear thumped the walking garbage bag out of frustration for poisoning him, perhaps somewhat inevitably at this venture in Clarissa's eyes. In return, the Trubbish had been knocked flat on its little back, though it had almost managed to dodge after some nervousness being in proximity to the [s]former murder bunny[/s] Pokemon that had chased it down to ensure its capture prior. Cue Scrapper running to hide behind Clarissa's legs, and Sir Lopsalot breifly standing with crossed little arms in front of her staring between her legs at Scrapper. It was enough to elicit a sigh from her, though also she had to admit that the two hadn't had the best of days thus far (nor the worst perhaps). Scrapper was finally on a team and starting to adjust, it seemed, and the Buneary had endured a loss in battle and struck true against an Alolan Grimer before the little Trubbish had proved surprisingly resilient in his attempt to resist battle and capture. [color=violet]"Hey, enough of that. You're both on the same team now, ok? I know it's been a tough day so far...but we can all do this, together, ok?"[/color] It had taken a minute, during this little spat between battles, before the Buneary uncrossed his little arms and let out a sigh of his own. It seemed her plea had not hit deaf ears in this instance, though she wasn't holding it against Sir Lopsalot either in her own mind. Sometimes it took time to 'get over' something, even she had to admit that on her end. But even so, after Scrapper dared to pop out from behind her legs finally he seemed to walk over tentatively, nervously, and somewhat anxiously to the Buneary at first as she tried to encourage the two to 'make up' as it were. Tried to at least. "Bun..." Despite trying to look away initially, still feeling a tad sore from the day's events, Sir Lopsalot would finally look over to the Trubbish and almost mutter out something. In return, however, Scrapper would stare for a second....only to walk over and lightly pat the Buneary on the back gently, consolingly even. It was an odd thing that seemed to surprise Sir Lopsalot visibly a little bit, only for him to out of the blue return the same gesture not long therafter. "Trub trub. Bish?" "Bun. Bun bun. Bun!" From there, the battles and travel had continued onward toward the source of the vague crying they'd heard. The cry of 'buff' was certainly something different than the cries of the other Pokemon down there for sure. It almost seemed desperate or crying for help, to her mind, though she had no idea for sure. Not to mention the Aron were, well, visibly eating the place in ways that didn't seem quite a good thing as well. Had they been here before the city, and popped up from some underground cave or such left undiscovered during the construction? Had they migrated there or been accidentally kicked off by trainers releasing them down here? There were other ideas, perhaps, but nothing they could sit about and just think on without wasting time and progress. ...But she was sure that a shower would be direly needed on all their parts after this, and the Pokemon Center would certainly be the place they all needed to go in that sense. Still, during one of her and Nils' battles against an Aron (not the same one he tries to Quick Catch in) that didn't go down too fast to try to catch the psychic would take a moment to ask Nils to allow her to try to catch it. Sir Lopsalot's Power-Up Punch move was certainly useful by far against these little Pokemon, but while Nils had sought to catch one she wanted to as well along the way. Just to fill out her Pokedex and such, see what sort of moves and ability it had, etc. [b][Quick Catch Attempt: Aron][/b] However the attempt went, though, the duo and their Pokemon would seem to move onward well enough. Indeed, as they followed they crying they wouldn't seem to find anything until- [quote][As] they followed the sound of the crying they would find a hole in one of the walls. It was big enough that if a person, or at least a teenager, could crawl through it and make it to the other side. [/quote] [quote=Nils]Nils held his ear up to the hole in the wall, nodded to Clarissa, and then turned and stuck his head inside it. Tors (who'd been the most recent outside of his ball, swapping back and forth with Rau for battles) blinked, his ears standing straight up, and bit at the end of his trainer's coat as if to hold the boy back from just crawling inside.[/quote] She nodded back at Nils before he stuck his head in, though her own mind was in a light rush of thoughts as well for her part. It was not the largest of holes, but it was enough it seemed that she or Nils could fit through it perhaps. Any of their Pokemon likely could as well, then, since they were smaller in size than them of course. Did they want to just take a glance inside, though, or perhaps send one of their Pokemon to take just a peek through, first? That could allow them to scout things with less risk, to themselves or their Pokemon alike, and help them get some idea of things. [quote=Nils]"Don't worry buddy," Nils said as he pulled his head back out. Nils made a soft hmm noise, patted Tors lightly on the head, and finally turned to Clarissa with one hand on his hip and the other on his chin. "It has to be on the other side of this wall, right? ...what do you wanna do? I think the hole goes all the way through, but it was hard to see far into it. We could try and find another way around."[/quote] Hmm...there was also another point to be made. Clarissa would nod back at Nils, but her gloved right hand came up to her own chin in thought all the same. Was there another way around to get in? If this was the only entrance, maybe to the Pokemon's den or such, then that would limit their options. Plus they could be searching all day if they tried to pin down another spot. The crying had led them here to this particular hole in the wall, though, and...well...the Pokemon they were hearing...hmm... Well, in the end it couldn't be helped too much, yes? Even if the smells of the sewer had been overwhemling at first, dirt was something she was actually more accustomed to all the way back as far as Pyrite. Dirt and sand and all of that. Couldn't find much of things like this in Grand Glory City proper, really, so that meant one thing to her mind after some breif internal debate on the matter. The psychic's hand would come down from her own chin, even as she seemed to roll up her sleeves without a second thought on the matter. [color=violet]"If we tried searching for an alternate way in, we could find one. Likewise this might end up being the only entrance potentially. Tors seems worried enough about you going in, so I think I'll give it a try myself and see what's over there instead with Scrapper coming in with me."[/color] Was it the smartest idea? Perhaps not, and even the currently Pokeball-contained Sir Lopsalot would have at least some form of hesitancy about this perhaps, but the Trubbish lightly tilted its body in curiosity as it looked at the hole and then back at her and then back at the hole. It looked then at Tors, seeing how nervous the Mudbray was about its own trainer even sticking a head in, before walking over and lightly patting it on the back in turn. He hadn't gone into this hole down here before, so it was certainly something different than the rest of the sewers he'd seen in his life so far. But he did kind of want to see what was over there...it piqued his own curiosity in turn, and since he wouldn't be alone that made it better! Right? Right. "Trub. Trubbish!" Was that supposed to be a reassuring tone? Well, he was trying his best at the very least to soothe the worries of one of his other compatriots if nothing else. Even so, the psychic withdrew a srunchy and began to quickly tie back her hair tightly for the crawl ahead all the same before looking back to Nils once more. [color=violet]"At the very least, since your partner seems worried about you going in, I know you'll be back on this side in case we run into trouble and have to flee back through the hole. Though if you two did come along with, though, that might help if anything else is in there. In any case....here goes something."[/color] Breathe in. Breathe out. In the nose, out of the mouth. Focus that mental energy. Focus. Relax. Good. Clarissa would then begin to climb into the hole in the wall, seeking to go through to the other side, with Scrapper following right after her after taking a look at the sewer surroundings one last time. Nothing coming up on them in this particular moment? Whew. Good. Yet even so, as she would try to pass through the psychic would do something less than normal. She would open up with her telepathy, letting her powers open up some to 'look ahead' and try to get an idea if anything was over there and maybe what its potential mood was if nothing else. Like a gentle touch, meant to feel ahead and get some idea of things. It wasn't a set of actual eyes, but that's why she was climbing through in the first place really. What would lie on the other side? She had no clue, but her Rotom phone was at least kept safe in an inner jacket pocket for now to avoid it getting covered in dirt. She figured that was at least the polite thing to do for it during this little escapade. [b][Clarissa Is Going Through The [s]Secret Tunnel[/s] Hole In The Wall To The Other Side][/b] [@Remram][@Shazamrock] [hider=Current Pokemon/Money/Items] [b]Current Pokemon[/b]: [list] [*]Sir Lopsalot - Buneary - Male - Level 7 - POISONED [*]Scrapper - Trubbish - Male - Level 6 [*]Lady Goowain - Alolan Grimer - Female - Level 4 - Low HP [*] [*] [*] [/list] [b]Pokedollars[/b]: 2000 [b]Items[/b]: [list] [*]Camping Gear/An Extra Change of Clothes [*]Potion x0 - Need To Refill [*]Pokeballs x7 (if she got to try the quick catch, otherwise is still x8) [/list] [/hider]