PokèDruids [PkmnWattys2016]

I don't know what comes after 81

I don't.

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T'was the next day, and with this day came the smell of adventure, especially for Bidoofy. While he had to pack his bag, which I never mentioned before but just presumed you knew he had, he didn't have much else to do to prepare himself before he left. The only other thing he could think of was telling Eros, who, between thinking that Bidoofy wasn't important enough in the plot to matter and trying to ignore Sicily suggesting that he transform into a Sandshrew so she could use him as a bowling ball, he didn't really care. With that taken care of, all Bidoofy had to do was get Manus and Dusk moving so that they may start their adventure.

The more difficult of the two, which he had acquired first, was Manus, who, after drinking a thorough two bottles of whiskey that he inconceivably acquired, was too drunk to walk outside on his own. Bidoofy had to try his best to guide Manus to the gates, attempting not to get squashed in the process; And, after he had done so, he had to place his faith in the chance that Manus wouldn't stumble back in and have to be led out again. On the other hand, Dusk simply had to have his prayers interrupted, a task of little to no effort. Soon, the three started their three-day hike towards Blackreach, readying themselves for an adventure in mind and soul.

About an hour into the trip, having found Manus' drunkenness less than amusing, Bidoofy started a friendly conversation with, "Uh, what's your problem, Manus?"

Dusk gave an awkward, saddened glare, but Manus took no heed and answered, "'Cause yer mom's so facking ugleh, her eye color's shit!"

"How did ya'll even get that, uh, alcohol-thingy?"

Manus looked to the half-empty mead in his hand, finally understanding what he meant. "I fergot. Did I gotta make a bet or somethin...?"

"And why are you always drinking?"

"Why are ye always ugly?" Bidoofy growled. In response, Manus said, "Ay, 'tis just a question, mate..."

"You know, I'm starting to regret having invited you."

"Why ye got two heads? An' two bodies? Ay, wait, am I drunk again? Aw..."

Bidoofy simply shook his head, disparaged by this conversation. He didn't know Manus was going to be drunk the whole time, and he certainly couldn't envision himself at his side. Unfortunately, it seems as if they'd be stuck together for the trip, one that Bidoofy had higher hopes for before he started...

Since only Dusk had experience traveling long distances prior to this adventure, Manus and Bidoofy had a hard time gathering foodstuffs, relying mostly on Dusk to help them. None the less, the three soon found themselves nearing the perimeter of the city, which was evidenced by the billowing smoke, sound of explosions and flying Pokemon in the distance. Needless to say, they forced themselves to stay quiet as they traversed the forest and pressed on.

Quaintly enough, they pressed on towards the city, but with a rather odd effect on the scenery around them. They could notice that, quite soon, the smoke in the distance stopped getting closer, appearing to stay a fixed distance away. They couldn't explain this, so they pressed on even further. As they did so, and for an hour, they found that this fact remained true, further unsettling them as they lost sight of the fighting Pokemon above. The only repose they could find was in an odd mahogany mansion, at least three stories high, blazing its feverish red hue a great distance through the trees. Finding this to be of interest, the party proceeded ahead, intending on finding out what was so special about this house.

As they neared the entrance of the structure, finding its impressive, wood and stone architecture and trimmings to be absolutely absorbing, they discovered that the building was likely abandoned, as evidenced by the various shattered windows about the place. The lawns surrounding the place, although decorated with a plethora of arbitrarily placed exotic plants, was unkempt and disheveled in its decor, growing its various plants all about the place. Grass, weeds and flowers were overgrown, a sign of minimal upkeep. Even further, it seemed as if the front door was busted open once, as the mahogany was shattered near where the doors' locks connected. There was little doubt that the former residence have vacated the place.