Cell looked from the cut bedsheets to the Umbreon again. "If
you say so." It certainly didn't look the way he intended.
But hey: if you wanted something done right, you gotta do it
yourself. (It's a wonder they got a teamwork thing working out back
downstairs. Probably because they split up actually, now that the
Lucario drifted into thinking about it.)
Hearing the slams, his ears twitched and he looked out his bedroom
door for a moment. "Bet you ten bucks that's our favourite ghostie.
And I sure as heck don't mean Casper."
"As you will, and take care to not fall ill!" Master waved both
fins in farewell to the Druddigon's retreating figure. His
aquarium-machine gave a loud CLACK, CLANK, and COUGH before
settling down. It hardly worried him, as he returned his attention
back to the chess board.
Perhaps he was playing a mental game of it, keeping all the moves
and strategies inside his head?
Huffing, she shut her eyes much tighter as she continued
the mental mantra. The Rotom was not real, there was no way that
someone of that great annoyance and volume could exist in reality.
The Pokés that she had met before being stuck in this stupid pit
had been much more mature. And cooperative. And
untrustworthy.
Sleep should come soon enough. Resting was a good idea, and after
resting, she can use what brain-cells she has to figure her way out
of this stupid pit.
Kya cut more sheets on a half, that way they would be longer
and they wouldn't have to look for another 20 or so. Anyway, they
didn't know how deep that thing was, and he wasn't going to climb
down that thing until he knew it was on the ground.. actually he
had no intention of going down there, it was hard for an Umbreon,
it was easier for Cell since he could stand on only 2 paws..
The slamming doors brought him back to reality... "Ugh.. It's Watt.. again"
"Yep." Taking the pieces, the Lucario began to tie the ends
together. Knotting them tight, then doubling the knots for extra
strength. To know how long it was, they'd have to measure it
outside in the hallway probably. And even then, it'd be
guess-work.
If a pit needed a rope-ladder, just how deep did it go? It'd be
easy going down, but going up without foot holds and stuff, that'll
be a challenge. And he was no mountain-climber, but this could be a
bad idea. Not that he'd admit it out loud.
The loud noises surprised the druddigon, eh the master is going to
be fine…probably. The moment he stepped up on the floor with the
bedrooms, he heard a loud slam. Great, it's mr. Shoutghost *sigh*
he thought he already went back down into the labyrinth. He stepped
behind him while he was opening a door, hoping he wouldn't notice
him and opened the door to the library.
There was a singular Pokémon in the library, but it was not
Mistress. Yang was on one of the ladders, re-arranging the books on
the second-highest shelf. Along the left wall.
The library's walls were lined with book shelves, a sitting area
was partially visible from the double-door entrance--between three
more rows of bookshelves. Beyond the sitting area (a couch
without a "back", a plush carpet, and several large pillows) were
five more rows of bookshelves. Or should have. There were no books
upon these shelves, the Mienfoo butler had seen to that.
Thankfully the room was also sound-proof, and the door-slamming
would not penetrate this fortress of solitude and study. In fact,
Yang hadn't noticed that someone had come by.
"Do you want a...medal for that?" Cell finished lamely as
the door was slammed closed all of a sudden. Just as suddenly as it
was opened.
Turning to K-something, he tried to keep his voice as level as
possible: "Do you think he's realized that none of us like him
yet?" Or maybe he had realized, and simply doesn't care.
Either way, it looked to produce the same result to the
Lucario.
Well, it wasn't the missis…or whatever, but at least it's
something. "Excuse me, yang? Do you know where the missis is?" He
hoped that he had called the mienfoo the right name. He was smiling
at the fact that he could no longer hear the rotom screaming,
finally some peace and quiet from him.
"The Mistress, sir?" The Mienfoo looked over to Napoleon, bowing
his head briefly in greeting. "I believe she is in meditation, and
as such, has requested to not be disturbed. There are of course,
exceptions for emergencies, but the likelihood of those happening
are rather uncommon on the estate." He gave something of an
apologetic smile as he shuffled off the rest of the books in his
arms.
"Might there be something else that I may be able to help you
with?" He asked as he climbed down the ladder.
"I don't think he understands or cares about other
opinions"
Amazing, Watt was just wondering all around the mansion and the
labyrinth, he wasn't even helping and came around screaming at
them. Kya turned towards the Rotom
"What are you doing anyway? We are trying to make a lader to
help the Persian"
"YOU GUYS COULD SPEED UP! SHE IS STARTING TO SEE HALLUCINATIONS
LIKE ME AND PIKABLU AS WELL!" Watt yells "PLUS, IT DOESNT SEEMS
LIKE YOU GUYS WANT TO GO DOWN THERE. AT ALL!"
"And you know she's seeing hallucinations because..." Cell
kept his groan to himself. "Yes, let's go into the very dark
labyrinth running and screaming. I'm sure we won't fall into that
pit that the Persian's in at all."
Hopefully the thickly laid sarcasm could get through the
hyperactive Rotom.
"Why don't you keep her company if you're so worried about
her?" Crud. That came out before he could think it through, but he
kept his mask fixed. His focus was so taken up by Watt that he had
stopped work with tying knots and putting the sheet-pieces
together.
"Why don't you bring her!?"
Agghh.. Kya hated having to scream, but he was tired of
listening the Rotom shouting. "You can carry all those things, and you don't help the persian?
Is like you didn't even try"
He was trying to calm down
Hmm, that's a bit unfortunate, but circumstances are
circumstances…he guesses. "Well, I have this tablet that has some
inscriptions I can't read, perhaps you know how to" he was starting
to think shading it really might be the answer, but better safe
then sorry…well if this doesn't turn out well, he guesses that
maybe it's better to waste less time.
"...THATS A AMAZING IDEA!" Watt says, flying and hitting a wall. He
opens the door, gets out of the room, and quickly flies back to the
labyrinth door. He re-did the steps to get to Persians room, and
then gently flied back to her
"Oh?" Approaching him, he held out a paw. "May I, sir?" The
tablet intrigued him, Yang didn't think there was anything to be
found in the Labyrinth. Short of madness and danger, in any case.
The others that had returned told such horror stories to him
before, but that also hadn't stopped them from returning to
their so-called 'adventure'.
"Do I have a choice in the matter?" The Persian did not lift her
head, or even turn to address Watt. "Leave me alone, if you
know what's good for you."
She left the threat hanging in the air. How on earth was she
supposed to rest if this dang'd hallucination kept returning? Did
she need to bash her head against the wall to knock herself out?
(How crude, and so violent an idea.)
"I HAVE LOST MY SENCES OF "WHATS GOOD FOR ME" A LONG TIME AGO!"
Watt says, wrapping his plug around Persians tail, and he began to
fly off with her. Well, she was heavy, but atleast he didnt need to
breath since hes a ghost.
Not noticing that the Rotom had gotten hold of her until it was
too late, she howled and tried to claw the ground. "Alright fine,
you are real. Now let me go!" Her claws were unable to find
purchase on the rocky pit's ground, but it soon didn't matter.
She was too heavy to be lifted by her tail, and as she was lifted
up into the air was there a resounding POP and a fresh screeching
howl of pain.
"Very well" he said reaching his hand out with the tablet inside it
"the other's couldn't read it, Cell and your master have suggested
to darken the markings." He wasn't sure wheter or not to unhand it
because only the master suggested that he would go to the mienfoo.
Taking the tablet in paw, Yang looked over the tablet's
inscriptions to the best of his ability. He was not, however, a
miracle worker, and handed it back shortly thereafter. "Darkening
the markings would be best. It is rather uneven, but not yet too
smooth, sir."
"I believe we may have some charcoal in the storage room, sir.
Although paper on the other hand..." He was loathe to admit it, but
they were surrounded by books in the library. Ripping out
blank pages, even if they were useless to the publications
themselves, seemed rather extreme to the Mienfoo.
Aaaand they reached the ground. Right before the hole.
"WEREEE HERE!" Watt yelled "NOW WE JUST GOTTA RE-DO ALL THE WAY
BACK TO THE START AND I WILL GREET YOU TO THEM! YOU COULD ALSO SHOW
YOUR GEMSTONE TO THAT MIENFOO TO TELL IT HOW MUCH OF A TERRIBLE
PERSON IT IS!"