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A Mysterious Mansion [Arc 2]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokémon RP → A Mysterious Mansion [Arc 2]"I.. We.. we're going to have dinner.. "
But he had no idea if they where going to go back down the labyrinth today, he wasn't going to go alone and he wasn't going to go with the rotom again so whatever they did was up to Cell now
It was really hard to say, since the Labyrinth, being what it was, had many twists and turns, and sounds coming from places that couldn't always be seen. Why, the Rotom may have very well passed the same wall five times and not know it. That's kind of the problem with mazes and forgetting what turns that you yourself take.
In any case, there was no trail of the Persian to be found, and the Labyrinth floor was of smooth stone. If it had been, say, made of mud, there might have been a chance to see if there were tracks to follow. But if the mansion inhabitants were to be believed, there were probably a number of tracks to be found--and who knew how old any of those tracks would be. But this is, unfortunately, a hypothetical, as the Labyrinth floor is made of smooth-stone-not-mud.
"We," Cell gestured to K-something, Nappy, and himself with his paws, "Are gonna have dinner. And then we'll figure that out."
Crossing his arms, he blinked at the sight of the sack. "I thought you guys said there weren't anymore of those?" Figures he had been lied to. This whole mansion staff thing was preeeeetty weird, after all.
"Dinner's just about ready, though I think you might want to freshen up!" She said with a smile, and offered the sack for one of the guests to take. Though, she then realized her poor-choice of words, and tried to take them back, "Not that there's anything wrong with how you smell now! Er, or that you do have an, uh, unpleasant aroma."
She grew quiet with those last words, and hoped she could soon excuse herself. That or for a hole to spontaneously form underneath her paws and to swallow her whole--which would work just as well.
She definitely messed up there, at first it was ok, but.. uncomfortable.. just uncomfortable
"It might be a.. Good idea"
Refreshing a bit after exploring the labyrinth all day, or what seemed like all day since Kya had no idea what time it was,
"The showers where on one of those rooms right?"
There was a scritter-scratter of sounds, claws tapping against the stone floor of the Labyrinth. It wasn't a very loud sound, and could only be heard if one was near the chest that Cell and Napoleon had broken. If this being was found, it would surely mean that there was more than one being in the Labyrinth--other than Watt and the presumed Persian (if she was still alive, in any case).
Well wasn't she just being rude? Or maybe his mask prevented Cell from really smelling the other two, but that didn't make her statement any less rude. (He was pretty sure he himself still smelled like a refreshing spring breeze, by all accounts.)
"Yeah, sure. Freshen up first, then dinner." How about no? The Lucario knew that he was hungry, and then realized he wanted to bite his own tongue--he just went and copied Nappy! He shouldn't go on thinking too much, it starts distracting him like so.
"Reptiles don't sweat, huh?" ...He thought that was a better follow-up, but a blush alighted on his face when he realized just how dumb he made himself sound. Scowling to himself, he muttered some choice words and began to make his way past the maid. This band of...of pokes were going to stick together with him, so he really shouldn't call them losers. They're both pretty useful.
(More than he was willing to admit, in any case.)
Yin squeaked at their responses, but only nodded to Kya's assessment. "Yes! They're right down the stairs. Shall I get some warm towels ready for uhm, your use?" She only smiled weakly at the Druddigon, but decided the smart thing to do was to not say anything more on the subject. Beyond, uh, what she had already said, that is!
Woops, he is having one right now. He began to launch himself across the Labyrinth walls. However, since he was pretty deep on the Labyrinth, not too much could be heard on the mansion. Just a little bit of smashing sound could be heard on the start of the Labyrinth.
He continued to make his way through, deeper and deeper within the bowels of the maze.
"I'll fetch them immediately!" And with hardly a second thought, she ran off to do just that.
Downstairs, close to the kitchen's double-doors, a bell was rung. Dinner, was served.
His ears twitched when he heard the ringing. Didn't these guys wait until everyone was seated around the table first? He could've sworn that was how it was done yesterday, but maybe they do things differently every day. What should he care?--He just wanted some food.
And the possibility of stinking up the dining room was suddenly very appealing. A little under-handed jab at the so called masters of the mansion.
With this thought in mind, he looked over his shoulder to see if the other two were following. Should he tell them what he was planning? ...Nah. Actions speak louder than words anyway. He continued his way downstairs, and went past the floor where the showers were.
Title: Arc 3 [Info]
(Arc 2)
One day, two nights--supposedly the length of the current guests' stay. Two nights of dinners, a morning with breakfast, a lunch, and let's not forget about the snacks in-between the meal-times.
Two items found in the Labyrinth so far: a flashlight (by Kya), and a tablet found (courtesy of Napoleon and Cell; though it was soon spirited off by the "Mistress"). The tablet's inscription--a riddle.
There was also that Persian that was found--and then who seemingly disappeared. Was she simply a hallucination, or did she really exist? The quest for finding answers (or rather, the exit of this dastardly mansion) are soon to come. So goes the hope.
For now, it is morning of the second day for some of our guests, the first for others, and--maybe, just maybe, the last for them as well.
This was starting to get ridiculous, thought the Lucario as he laid in bed. Two days in a row since he had worn his Yamask mask--he was itching for a change, but there were no other masks to be had.
And he didn't fancy carving up the wooden pieces that Nappy had collected yesterday. With his luck, the mansion probably didn't have sandpaper or anything useful for making more masks.
But there was that memorial room that they had...for previous guests wasn't it? Maybe there was something to be found in the other rooms. It was better to search the mansion for things--maybe more tools. After asking about them. He didn't want to get on the bad-side of the Meinfoo who cooked his food for him.
With that in mind, he threw off the covers and hesitated once he entered the hall. Should he tell K-something and Nappy about this? They might just want to explore the Labyrinth again... And it was then that he realized he didn't know which rooms were theirs. How awkward.
Standing in the middle of the hall, he began to channel his aura-seeking abilities (though, if he were to be honest? He was just waiting for either the Umbreon or Druddigon to come out into the hall).
He had been awake for like half an hour and didn't really feel like getting up, but what else could he do? Stare at the ceiling until he magically returned to his own room? Not a great idea. He sat on the bed and finally got up, he fixed his hood a bit and went towards the door. The Umbreon opened the door and decided to look for the others.
Napoleon felt like staying there for a bit longer, maybe staying in the mansion wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, but he changed his mind and forced himself up, tough with an obvious lack of reason. He walked outside hoping that the others were there, so he could possibly forget about his troubles and thoughts. To his surprise, they had all went out on around the same time, all except for the rotom, who he honestly hasn't seen since yesterday, he wasn't quite sure wether that was a good thing, or a bad thing
Man, he felt very lucky. Cell waved a paw idly at the pair, clearing his throat with a small cough, "Mornin'."
With nothing else to do with his paw, he set it on his hip. And looked down at the Umbreon before changing over to Nappy. He had no idea that Yin was by the staircase, as his back was facing towards that end of the hall.
His voice was too low and sounded weird, the way it does when you haven't talked in some time. He looked towards cell and then towards Napoleon. It was rather strange they all decided to go out at the same time, or maybe one of them had been waiting on the hall.
Kya turned his attention towards the stairs, he saw the Mienfoo standing there and stared at her, maybe for too long.
She hadn't the faintest clue how Yang was cooking any of it. Considering that the electrical appliances had been, well, stolen, for lack of a better word. And there was nothing said about how to recover them either... But she trusted her cousin to have things under control. He was rather good at being a multi-skilled butler!
"Hm?" Cell looked over to the Mienfoo, raising an eyebrow behind his mask. "What is this...oatmeal, exactly?" He mumbled his question, hoping that Nappy didn't hear him. He had an on-going contest of knowledge-knowing, and he intended to win.
Though even he had to admit that sometimes, he didn't know a dang thing about the going-ons in this mansion.
He didn't have any problem with that, unlike Nap, who seemed like he was going to throw up.
"Sounds great" He said trying to be as kind as possible to the Mienfoo, after all he was a "guest" on the mansion and both her and Yang had been rather nice with them.
"Why thank you sir!" Is her response to Kya.
Well if K-something said it was great, it couldn't be terrible. Or poisonous. With that determined, he made his way down the stairs.
The Lucario was determined for them to get further into the maze, and tried to be subtle in his next question: "Do you have any spare paper or pens we could use? Or if you have a map of some kind for the labyrinth--that'd be great too."
Going in with all those twists and turns were annoying, to say the least. Also a super waste of time. Man, why hadn't he thought of it yesterday before they gone in?
"Paper and writing utensils?" If only there were some spare, but... No, surely she could find some. She turned to flash a quick smile at Cell's retreating figure. "I'll have them ready after breakfast, it's a promise!"