PokèDruids [PkmnWattys2016]

Plan B

While her tea, bread and scriptures arrived a little late for her taste, Rosemary was undoubtedly pleased with her nourishment and entertainment, as they provided a reasonable means and cover to allow her to change from her normal attire into a type of clothing that was meant to become dirty: A set of denim pants, not very common amongst the Utopians and certainly amongst royalty, as well as a heavy brown leather coat. While the vestments were unnecessary, she persuaded herself to its purpose of setting the mood for her underhanded activities.

She was sitting in her room, fitted with some modest furniture fit for the head researcher and quasi-royal status that she held, making her feel quite at home before she heard a knock on her door. She wasn't expecting guests, and this certainly wasn't part of her plan, so she was appalled by this sudden sound, as well as fairly startled. She didn't hesitate to rush to the door, dragging the handle down and across to find a dumb-looking human and a nervous Flygon standing at his side. Eros looked into the room, searching its contents before asking, "So, where are we going?"

"Pardon me?" The first thing that crossed her mind was that Manus might've mistakingly sent her the wrong person; Then again, sending someone to her room was in no part of her orders, nor was this the right person to send to the barracks. "Why are you here?"

"I dunno."

Rosemary was infuriated with the simple-mindedness of the boy. "Get back into the hole! It's... It's not safe out here!"

"Nah. Manus said you needed someone to go to the barracks, so here we are. Sup."

"I... Just wait outside a moment, won't you?" Before Eros could reply, she slammed the door shut, pacing about in her quarters before coming to a few conclusions of the situation. Certainly, there'd be another group disrupted by this, since another pair is currently in the hidden chamber. Unfortunately, for now, there's no way to discover whatever the situation was, nor could she safely correct it without triggering the suspicion that she's trying to avoid. Within her knowledge, she'd just have to improvise for now.

Rosemary stepped out of the room and looked to the boy in dark robes once more, finding him almost bickering with the Flygon. Letting a few moments of heated argument about what seems to be an appropriate usage of Pokeballs pass, Eros was soon to turn his head back to the researcher and state, "So, ya ready to go?"

"Yes, yes. Tell me again, though, what Manus told you?"

"The short dwarfy guy? Yeah, he kept on talking in gibberish, but he said something about you giving a tour and Sicily said that we should go with you."

"Sicily?"

"Flygon."

"Flygon?"

"This." Eros prodded Sicily on the head with his finger, not evoking any reaction. "This."

"Well, uh... Yes, I do very well have a tour planned for you. Yes, a very special tour. Come, come, there's not a moment to lose! You do know that Summerpoint castle is quite the astounding artifact?"

"Okay?"

"Yes, build hundreds of years ago..." Pausing for a brief moment, Rosemary heard an orchestra of trumpets in the distance, a universal sign of the hunt. Surely, there would be the sound of scampering footsteps outside the fort, as the local Pokemon were made well aware of its meaning, but their fleeing would do little to prevent the impending death upon them. Yes, the hunt was on, and the Pokemon who were out there would surely fall to the trained huntsman. Rosemary smiled before continuing her speech, "... This fort served as the capital of Utopia for many years, even seen as a modern-day symbol for the humans..."

Meanwhile...

Xerxes and Dusk were having more than ample amounts pleasure finding their ways out of the city and into the oblivion of endless caverns outside the single glowing colony. While the castle and surrounding buildings, all not stretching much farther than a mile out and likely sprawled over a large vertical area, the city was a development based in the midst of endless caverns and tunnels in every direction, almost seeming unreal as the unending oblivion of pure blackness nearly screeched its impending nature upon the human city. As far as Xerxes could see, the outskirts were an easy mile walk away, especially aided by the supple alleyways and dark districts within the city. It was almost a joke, considering almost anybody would have no problem getting out of the city unnoticed.