"Uhh.. I think they're still on the labyrinth"Kya
gave up on telling the Rotom to shut up, but it was very irritating
to have someone screaming at your face.
"And I don't think they care if you leave without them, I just
came looking for some food.. How did you got out of there
anyway?
"Up we go then." Cell hoped to himself that they could avoid
Watt. It was nice and quiet (and slightly awkward) without him
breaking the ice into a gazillion pieces. But it was a good quiet
while it lasted. "It's probably time for lunch anyway." He said as
he began to climb the stairs back into the foyer.
Considering all the shouting that the Rotom was doing, and the
limited attention span that he gave to said shouting: Cell had no
idea what that was about, but if Watt was not happy. Well, then
he'd have to say he was glad for it.
Yin began to busy herself with thoroughly examining the moldy
bag in her paws. Turning it this way and that, upside-down and
inside-out. Soon the examining became an admiring sort of gaze, the
appreciative kind.
She hoped she wouldn't draw the attention of the Rotom, but she
couldn't very well leave the Umbreon to deal with the loud guest
either. It didn't seem very polite to do so.
And so...she was biding her time for an opportune moment--whatever
that may come in the form of.
"WHY DON'T WE JUT BRING DORITOSES?! SODA POPS?! ASPIC?! BEFORE WE
DEPART INTO THE PROBLABLY NEVER ENDING LABYRINTH OF DOOM!!" Watt
screams, rolling around on the floor and having a anger attack "IM
ALSO S I C K OF BEING A BLENDER!"
"You shouldn't have thrown all the furniture into that pit
then.." he muttered.
Kya wondered how had the master reacted when he found out
they had stolen all his electric stuff. He probably was angry.
"What part of they've been trapped here don't you understand? I
seriously doubt they have doritos.." The Umbreon said, now with
a lower voice making sure the rotom could hear him
Now wasn't this just a lovely scene? Looking about, he took one of
the mini-sandwiches and popped it into his maw. The taste was
tangy, not quite what he was...expecting. Two pieces of bread
together and a 'surprise' filling inside. Ooookay. "Hey Nappy,
since we've got light now. Shouldn't we see about that stuff you're
carrying?"
The inside of his mask was covered in half-chewed food-spit. Ew.
He'd have to clean that before they went down again.
Yin lifted one of her ears, and muttered an excuse to get the
bad thoroughly cleaned. Absolute nightmare, that's what it was. And
she'd be back to serve a proper lunch, if they needed it. Just had
to give her a hollar, and she'd get straight to serving.
But this ghastly bag needed a very fine tune-up. Just the
state of it was horrible!
Kya saw as the Mienfoo muttered something and left, she
wondered how had she managed to stay that long. The Umbreon grinned
and said "Hey Cell, did you find something interesting?"
Was that.. food on his mask? Ew.
He followed the lucario without another word until they reached the
mansion again. "Oh yeah, this thing well, yeah let's see what it
is" he said after taking a sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth,
before taking a bite and spitting it out immediately "bleh, was
that mayonnaise? Absolutely hate mayonnaise" he left the sandwiches
and checked what he was carrying, aside from a few wooden pieces
from the broken chest, on his arm at the nearest light source.
"Mmph. Sumthin'." Cell muttered, eyes going over to Nappy.
Time to see what the whole treasure in the chest was about. And
that cloth 'round the guy's leg.
"How was traveling with mister night-light there?" He ventured to
ask.
The wooden remains of the chest were just that: wooden pieces.
There were stray splinters pointing in several different
directions, but nothing life threatening due to their size.
The cloth that Napoleon had was made of cotton, and looked to be a
little dusty. Nothing to do with the dried blood on the cave floor,
from where it was found.
The last piece, the treasure inside the chest as it was...a faded
tablet of some sort. The writing was hard to make out, but it was
something worth keeping locked up. Maybe it was valuable
somehow?
"Ugh.. worst than you imagine " Kya said as he looked at the things that Napoleon, the
Druddigon was holding. "So you did find something.. what's that?" He pointed at the
tablet.
The Umbreon looked at the half eaten sandwiches on the table..
Great now he was hungry.
YOU KNOW WHAT! IM JUST GONNA ESCAPE WITH ANYONE ELSE IS DOWN
THERE!" Watt says, grabs the half eaten sandwiches on his mixer
thing and flies back to the labyrinth door. He had a convinient
memory, therefore he was able to reach the hole with the Persian.
He gently fled down "YO."
"Dunno. Looks like some words here on it though...?" The
Lucario stretched a hand towards Nappy, wanting to examine
the tablet more closely. It didn't look like it belonged in this
posh and fancy mansion, but maybe that was just him.
"Gone--and good riddance." He muttered the last part to
himself.
"I believe that I have descended into the first level of hell."
Her ear flickered at the 'yo', a greeting she supposed. How
plebeian. She made no other sign of acknowledging his presence,
save her words: "Are you capable of speaking proper English yet, or
does your mind run at the speed of idiocy?"
"Oh, by the way Watt said something about finding a Persian down
there"
He said as he watched he Rotom leave towards the labyrinth. THe
Lucario was trying to take the tablet to examine it, and he was
just trying to read it from there.
"SAYS THE ONE WHO HAS JUST HALF OF SOME RIP-OFF RUBY ON THE
FOREHEAD!" Watt yells, and plugged the furnitures back to him "BUT
I JUST CAME DOWN HERE TO ASK STUFF. HOW DID YOU GET HERE? WERE YOU
ALSO KIDNAPPED BY THOSE MIENFOOS?"
"Was that what he was screaming about?" Cell turned the
tablet this way and that, but he couldn't make out any of the
words. Or maybe it would be better to call it "markings", the
markings on the tablet.
"D'ya see any Persian? What's he chance he's lying about one?"
"You came back down here, to ask little ol' me some questions?"
She drew her attention round, looking at the ghost with partially
closed eyes. "I don't need to answer to some foolishly foul fool
who hasn't the manners to use his inside voice. Or manners at
all."
Having said her piece, she laid her head down again and did her
best in trying to ignore Watt.
"Nah, I didn't see it.. It was down a pit"
he said as he tried to read the marks on the tablet without any
reault. Maybe the mienfoos would know how to read it, or not. But
the master sure seemed like the type of person who would know
that.. eh he wasn't really sure about visiting the "master". He did
kidnap them for his own entertainment. He'll think about that
later. "But, I did hear someone breathing and complaining"
Napoleon threw away the pieces of wood, nothing of use with that,
at least in it's current state, except for maybe firewood. He
checked the tablet…what is this? He tried turning it sideways then
upside down…nope, nothing. "Do you guys know anyone can read this?
Anyone at all?" he said as they passed the tablet around, sighing
at, and trying to ignore the constantly loud voice of the rotom he
can still hear from upstairs."You said something about a persian?
You think they can read this?"
"Umm, I don't know if it can" Well Kya didn't even
knew if there Really was a persian, he just believed it.
Oh he was going to hate saying this "Maybe.. The "Master" knows
how to red this"
"Can't make out a dang thing on this thing." Realizing what he had
just said, however, did not stop Cell from groaning at his
own lack of vocabulary. Ugh. He cleaned the bits of food from his
mask, musing out loud. "We could try to dark the markings to make
them more read-able; and I dunno about you guys, but I haven't got
the stuff to do that." But the Mienfoos might. was the
thought that followed, unsaid.
To trust them or not...either way though, staring at the dang thing
for minutes at a time wouldn't mean much of anything if he didn't
understand it in its present state now. Would it?
"So we wanna take this thingamabober with us down again when we see
this Persoan or...? Should we find stuff to help him out of the pit
first?" He ignored the suggestion about the Master. He trusted the
Kingdra as far as he could throw him, figuratively speaking.
"Well there's no way of climbing down, or up. There's no place
to hold to."
He walked towards the kitchen's door and opened it a little to see
what was happening there. "We might need a rope or a ladder.. unless you can fly of
course" he muttered the last part. Kya was sure the
rotom could have helped the persian, but probably didn't even
thought of it.
"Ropes or ladder huh." Not likely to find either in the kitchen,
Cell thought. "What about a rope ladder? Like in those
movies with the towers and stuff? Tie 'em bedsheets together tight
and wham, we got ourselves a ladder of rope."
It was just a buncha knots and knots with sheets and sheets wasn't
it? Easy solution. They should build monuments in his honour for
thinking of this brilliant idea.