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A Mysterious Mansion [Arc 2]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokémon RP → A Mysterious Mansion [Arc 2]Cell took another deep breath, and then muttered under it: "If I did, would you leave me alone?" He started to check cupboards and drawers, looking for food that they could carry... This would be a lot easier if they had a lunch box or something. Maybe a sack.
His ears lifted as he thought of something, maybe there'd be a backpack in the closet, out in the foyer? He hadn't cared for its contents before, but there was that possibility...
"Oh shut up! There's only one dang labyrinth and it's the way out, AND we need to fight through it." He turned to give the Rotom a scowl, and what hall? They were in the kitchen. This guy was a complete idiot.
"Oh, be careful then sir!" Yin called after the Druddigon. She twiddled her thumbs in quick circles, "If you need any help, just call for it!"
"Hrm." Yang's whiskers twitched as he looked about, head whipping to three directions quickly as he scanned the room. "I believe I had saw one on the shelf, and picked it up in order to clean it. But I did put it right back sir. Might that be yours?"
UUUHFHGIHTUH
Watt's spiky body fell to the floor, while the plasma all escaped into the liquidificator. After that, the liquidificator is literally Watt now.
"I....WHAT IN THE WORLD?" Wattficator asks, falling to the floor. He used the plug to get back to a nearby stand
"I...I'm...a liquidfator?!" Watt asks
"I didn't even knew I could to that!" Watt says
"And here I thought you were a blender." Cell began to wonder about the consequences of trying to fight up here instead of the labyrinth. What if it ended up that the other people in the mansion were your opponents?
Sure maybe that Master-dude would tell him. But the Lucario was not looking forward to suffering through anymore ill-rhymes and opted for the next best solution: ignoring the Rotom.
"Ah, the shelf is over here sir." The Mienfoo canted his head briefly toward Kya, unphased by the sudden outburst, then led him towards the waist-high shelf. Easily reachable for some-poke around the Umbreon's height. "Would this be it?"
"The labyrinth.." he muttered.. "Hey umm..
The blender felt to the ground. The plasma escaped.
..."Ooooh! I hear you all stomach's groaninggggg!" Heat Watt says, touching a refrigerator. The oven...you got it.
"I don't like you..." Frost Watt says, falling to the ground, releasing a huge BANG, turning back into a Heat Watt. "Lalala~"
Seems like his forms changed his mood.
Yang's ears pricked and he gave a very severe frown to the Umbreon. "There are absolute beasts in the labyrinth, sir. Feral and the stuff of nightmares. You simply cannot talk or reason with them!"
A suspicious eyebrow was then raised: "Are you thinking of going down there, sir?"
"Incorrigible." Cell remarked, not that he even knew what the word meant. But it sounded smart and he liked having one over other people.
Watching Watt go this way and that, touching everything, it didn't make Cell change his mind one bit about the Rotom. He was practically a kid in a candy store except in a...kitchen. Did foodie gourmets do the same thing? Maybe. But with the appliances--okay he's thinking way too much for a stupid thing. The entire thing was ridiculously stupid.
He made his way out of the kitchen and towards the closet, opening the door and scrounging around for a sack.
Inside the closet was...just cleaning supplies. The chances of the Lucario finding something useful in there, however, may take a bit of creativity. There were: brooms, mops, a few buckets, and cleaning solutions.
"Why do you stay here anyway?"
The Umbreon really liked those Mienfoos they seemed nice, and he thought probably anything was better than serving that strange Kingdra..
He imagined the Kingdra saying "I want a tea, bring it to me" Kya was thinking too deep into it...
He poked one of the buckets, wondering why there were a stack of five of them. The mop-head didn't look like it could fit in 'em either but...well, it wasn't a backpack, but they could carry more with the buckets than without them. Like by two or three paw-fulls.
Better than nothing, he reached to take the buckets and held them in front, careful of his chest-spike.
"Oh but the master does love guests. They rarely stay for long after meeting him." Yang blinked, and then made an unpleasant face. "My family has been serving the 'Master' and taking care of his estate for generations. And he plays a very rousing game of chess beside."
Cell raised his ears, did he just hear another voice? Unless Watt decided to change forms again, but his voice stayed the...same. Had it? Ugh. Now he'll end up trying to pay attention to whether it did or didn't. He wasn't sure what that other voice was asking, but he looked around for...a Druddigon.
"Hey. You comin' with us or no?" This was starting to look like a squad. Yay...?
Kya went down the stairs towards the place we're the Lucario and the Rotom were... and a Druddigon.. who was that guy? And when had all that people arrived?
*sigh* What the hell was the Lucario doing with those buckets?
Not sure if washing machine, fan, lamwoner and drill are here tho)
"If you must. I will cook portions for you all for breakfast nonetheless." The Mienfoo offered him a smile as the Umbreon left, "There's nothing wrong with a little hope, after all."
"What, this? No sacks, we use buckets for food and other stuff we think we'll need." Cell coughed at the end. We, like they were all together in this somehow. Some allies were better than none, but... He glanced over briefly at Watt, who was blissfully SILENT.
Well, if he could learn to shut up, the Lucario supposed he could play nice...r. Nicer. Yeah, he could do that. Taking a look around, he noticed that what's-his-face came back and waved a paw at him half-heartedly. "Yo. I guess we should do names." Again. This was like kindergarten or something.