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Mountains of mist
Topic Started: Jul 15 2011, 02:16 AM (441 Views)
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"I'm a little teapot, short and stout." Creedon was bouncing along merrily, enthusiastically performing the appropriate actions as he sang, squatting to emphasise his shortness, and using his arms to emulate his stoutness. "Here is my handle," he put his hand to his waist, "Here is my spout." He put up his other hand as a spout. "When I get all steamed up hear me shout, YOU'RE A BIG FAT STINKY OLD TROUT!" The distorted ending to the classic children's song was a source of great amusement to the boy as he giggled to himself and pointed at Kurt, singling the butler out as a big fat stinky old trout.

Kurt seemed completely unperturbed, however, and continued his pace, not so much as even acknowledging the insult, which of course only made Creedon obstinately try again. Running ahead of the immaculately uniformed man, the rich young brat poked his tongue out and tried another distorted classic. "Happy birthday to you! You're a wrinkly old poo! You're stupid and useless... to be flushed down the loo!"

Again, nothing.

"Kurt! Stop doing that!" He was crossing his arms indignantly across his chest now. "Stop not paying attention to meeeeeee!" It was the one thing that Creedon craved: attention. He was like some sort of alien parasite that could not survive without it. Kurt knew that he would have to surrender a little in order to keep the boy cooperative.

"Master Creedon, it is my wish to reach Misthenge Village as soon as possible, which is unfortunately not something that will be possible unless you agree to move quickly and quietly through the shortcut I have prepared." A study of the map earlier had shown that the mountainside cave would be the quickest and most direct route - if Creedon would cooperate and enter it. The boy was just about to ask about the shortcut when Kurt spun him around and pointed at the entrance to the tunnel. "There."

The reaction was immediate. The boy tried to back away, althoguh his steward held him there with a grip of iron. "No way, man! That is like, all dark!" Wordlessly, Kurt produced a small torch, which suddenly flooded the entrance of the tunnel with light. Unwilling to give in so easily, Creedon jumped on the next excuse he could find. "But what if the batteries run out?" Kurt produced an unused pack of batteries. "And if the path is a dead end?" He pointed to the map. "And there are scary old men who want to do weird things to me?" Kurt pulled a knife out of his shoe, in a manner quite similar to a secret agent in the movies.

Creedon had no more comebacks. Kurt was, as always, a million steps ahead of him. But he did so hate the dark, and even with the light, where was the guarantee that it would hold off the darkness for the entire time they were swallowed by the mountain? He shuffled forward slowly, although a dig in the ribs and a sudden push on his back propelled him forward much quicker. "Oi!"

"Pretend that this is the secret entrance to a smuggler's hideout and that you have been assigned to sniff it out and bring the wrongdoers to justice."

-

In his mind, the Mission Impossible theme was blasting out in some sort of heroic loop. Fuelled by the utter intensity of the imaginary music, Secret Agent Evans was moving along the tunnel in the most discreet way possible, sidling up against the walls, making his movements in short bursts, checking for enemies ever few seconds. Behind him, a man in black followed. One with little understanding of the context might have found the man to be suspicious, but the man was Agent Evans' light-bearer, and controlled the torch in his hand such that it bathed the secret agent in light and illuminated his way forward. He was a secret agent, but he was no superman - the dark was still a scary thing.

The journey through the bowels of the mountain continued in this fashion for some time, without encountering anything significant, until the tunnel suddenly opened up into a spacious cavern. It was illuminated by the fading light of day, streaming through holes in the ceiling. Even though the sunlight was sifting downwards, the light was reflected, refracted and magnified by the large quantities of crystalline structures that lined the walls and stood within the cavern, creating more than enough ambient light to see properly. It was truly a natural spectacle to behold, and KUrt, an appreciator of the fine arts, found himself stopping for a moment and indulging himself in the beauty of the cavern.

"Don't worry Perkins! I've got your back!" The serenity of the cavern was broken by the loud shout as Agent Evans sprung, like a viper, into action. He leapt around Kurt, or 'Perkins', and landed in a crouched position, with one leg out to the side for support, in a pose vaguely reminiscent of something from a movie promotion poster for a kung-fu movie. He was staring up at the steward's back, arm outstretched and holding a plastic pistol at it. "I've got you now, you vile…" What were meant to be cutting words of threat melted away into something entirely different. "Ohmygoshit'ssocuuuuuute!"

Secret Agent Evans evaporated and plain old Creedon was back once more. He started making odd crooning noises at the thing on Kurt's back, extolling its praises. The butler turned, but saw nothing. Creedon followed his turn, sidling around the other side, reaching out and poking the butler in the back. "Master Creedon, what is it that you are seeing?" he asked, a mild hint of annoyance in his voice, that was, for a change, not directed at Creedon. Before Creedon answered, however, he felt it. Something furry brushed against his neck. With the keen reflexes of a fighter, Kurt dropped suddenly, leaving his attacker floating in mid-air for a brief second before falling Creedon's outstretched hands caught the critter and he began to whoop excitedly.

"Look! It's a yellow furry bug!" Kurt turned to look at the creature, and saw, exactly as Creedon had described, a yellow furry bug. "Hey! I want to scan it!" Fumbling about in his pocket with one hand whilst the other supported the critter, Creedon found his Pokedex and pointed it at the Pokemon, holding it just millimetres from its nose. The electronically generated voice identified it as Joltik, and after a short, informative lecture, turned off. Creedon gazed at the Joltik longingly and asked, "Can I keep it?"

Kurt opened his mouth to answer, but the Joltik seemed to pre-empt this, and leapt from the boy's hand onto the front of the man's coat. Within seconds it had scurried up to the man's shoulder, and sat there, licking the man's neck, sucking on his ear, and then nibbling his hair, purring contentedly. Creedon had never heard a bug purr before, and was completely taken-aback. "Is it really a cat, then?" It did only have four legs, after all. "I think it likes you Kurt," he observed, after a pause, as the Joltik happily continued to lick the butler, an action that ought to have made any human being uncomfortable. Kurt seemed immune, however, which only added weight to the suspicion that he was not human.

"Hey, Joltik! Do you want to play a game with Kurt and me?" The little bug perked up, nodding. It liked this bright young boy, and especially liked this yummy man who seemed to be his companion. Creedon inwardly fist-pumped. A game ought to give the Joltik experience with Kurt and himself, and that would hopefully convince it to come along with them. It looked like the playful type. "Alright then! Let's play hide-and-seek then. You go hide, then we'll come find you! And then, when one of us finds you, we hide along with you as well and wait for the last person to come." It was slightly different to the traditional game, but Creedon always found the 'sardines' variant more fun.

The Joltik nodded, and scampered off quickly, whilst Creedon clapped his hands over his eyes to begin counting. "Ooooooone. Twoooooo. Threeeee. Fooooour. Fiiiiive. Siiiix. Seeeeven." At this point, his fingers parted so that he could see out the crack between his fingers, although he hurriedly shut them again when he saw Kurt glancing at him sharply through the crack. "Eeeeeeight. Niiiiiiine. Skip some… Tweeeenty. Twenty-ooooooone. Twenty-twoooooo. Twenty-threeeee. Twenty-foooooour. Skips more… Thirty! Ready or not, here I come!" Even though the counting was highly flawed, Creedon tended to draw out his counting, so it ought to have been adequate time for the Joltik to hide already. With a whoop, the boy bounded off to find the yellow spider. Meanwhile, Kurt just stood there, knowing that he had to give the boy a head start, because ultimately, he was not allowed to win against the boy; such was his duty.

Creedon ran around, looking first under one crystal structure, then behind another. He continued in this fashion, but choosing completely at random. He was not a great strategiser, and was essentially examining the very first structure he saw, not even realising that he was repeating his search on a couple of them. Thus, it was completely by luck that he chanced upon the Joltik's hiding place. With a muffled squeal, the boy slid behind the crystal plate, curling himself up in a ball so that he was as small as possible, to sit next to the Joltik. "Isn't this fun?" he whispered excitedly to the bug. The Joltik nodded. It had quite a playful personality, and the boy's attempt to reach out to it was faring well. "Do you play games like this often?" he asked. The spider shook its head. "That sucks. Maybe you should come along with me and play more often then." The bug looked hopeful, and rubbed its forelegs together gleefully. "I always like bugs and spiders; they're so much cooler than boring animals like birds." For any young boy, the dangerous creatures were always the ones which fascinated. Safe, simple creatures just held no allure. "So you really like Kurt's taste, huh?" The bug nodded again. "That seems weird, I don't think I'd like to lick him."

"I should hope that you never try to do so, master Creedon." The boy jumped from the sudden interruption, hitting his head on the wall behind him. Rubbing the bump as he crawled out, he muttered under his breath. Joltik giggled, crawling out behind the boy. Turning to where he had hit his head, Creedon ran his hand over the wall, trying to find if he had dented it or not. As he did so, his hand dislodged something, which clattered onto the ground. It was a piece of rock, shimmering blue, which glistened even in the dimming light.

"Kurt… what's this?" The butler examined it briefly and identified it almost immediately.

"It's a water stone. It's a special rock that helps some Pokemon to evolve." The blank look on Creedon's face prompted him to explain further. "Most Pokemon are able to evolve; they change into something more powerful as they grow up. Piddles, Caius and Fwap all have the potential to evolve. So does this Joltik."
Slowly, the realisation hit Creedon. "Whoa! So they will all grow up and become something even cooler?" Kurt gave an affirmatory nod. "That is so cool! So it's like when I grow up and become super freakin' awesome!" There was no nod this time, although Creedon did not notice. "Wheee! Thanks Joltik! You helped me find this!" In some sort of farfetched, indirect way, the spider had been responsible, although most people would put it down to simple luck. It did make the spider blush slightly, though.

So now that their game was over, it was time for the big question to come up. "Joltik, do you want to come along with me? We'll have all sorts of fun together, and Kurt will always be nearby if you want to nibble a little." He beamed, especially when he saw Kurt's raised eyebrow. Who knew, perhaps the spider's scent on Kurt would make his friend less attractive to the vampire bat who still had Kurt under its control. While he had no solid evidence from the mythology, it was entirely possible that vampires hated spiders.

The Joltik nodded, and jumped up onto Creedon's pants, then running up the inside of his shirt and sending the boy into fits of giggles as the furry spider ran up his torso. Then, when it came out, it gave his ear an affectionate peck before jumping over to Kurt and sucking on his hair once again. Once it was content, it let go and nodded at Creedon, who took the Pokeball offered to him by Kurt and held it out. Leaping off the butler's shoulder, the arachnid jumped into the ball and made it its new home.

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Caught :joltik
Found :waterstone
Then moving forward again. Currently in tunnel in Quad Mountains, heading out towards Unclearable Fog Marsh 1.
And I'll go for another Fudd mod, but the simple kind? Less detail is needed.


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Edited by Fuddledy, Jul 15 2011, 08:30 PM.
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The Joltik is level 10 with 1 :happiness

Exit Cave, enter valley - Unclearable Fog Marsh 1.
LOTS of fog, Impossible to see, can't be cleared without the HM.
Cottonee (Capture Level: Really Easy - befriend-able/one pokeball)
Deerling (Capture Level: Easy - Not befriend-able/two pokeballs)
You may only obtain one of these two pokemon, if you decide to capture something.
You find the Sinklands.
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For the rest of the journey through the tunnel, the terror of the darkness seemed to be forgotten, and Creedon was in high spirits, excited that he had just obtained for himself a cute little spider thing. He loved spiders, bugs, snakes; anything that members of the opposite sex tended to fear was a friend of his. He didn't understand how people could be scared of them. They were so much cooler than the run-of-the-mill household pet, and anyone who kept dangerous animals at home as pets was his hero. He'd only ever met one such person, and it had been a two-hour job to pry him away to take him home.

"What do you think would be a good name for Joltik?" He was not asking Kurt, but the fuzzy shadow in the mist ahead of him. Kurt looked slightly concerned, and pulled Creedon closer to himself. This mist was thick, and, living up to its name, certainly looked unclearable. It was a wonder that anyone could navigate this area. However, the butler did have a few tricks up his sleeve. He had a map and compass, and knew the rough direction of Misthenge. There ought to be respite from the impenetrable fog about halfway across the valley - if they could make their way there, he could then recalculate the route onward to Misthenge.

"Stay close, master Creedon." The boy pouted. That instruction was never accompanied by fun activities. But, as the mist suddenly grew thicker, and he found himself blinking when he couldn't see his own hand as it waved in front of his face, he understood (for once) the innate danger of wandering off by himself. But there was no way he was going to hold Kurt's hand. No. Way. He scowled stubbornly at the butler, as if daring him to try, even though Kurt was doing nothing of the sort. The steward understood enough of the boy's temperament to grant him amnesty from such humiliation.

Steadily, the two of them began to walk in a north-easterly direction, guided by Kurt's compass. The going was slow, and accompanied with many exclamations of disgust as Creedon found his feet sloshing about in the mud. Mud wasn't fun when he couldn't see it. Normally he'd enjoy the idea of playing around in the wet mud and making a mess of things, but when he couldn't see anything, nothing seemed fun any more.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who could not see. Suddenly, the remnants of Creedon's very limited vision disappeared, and he called out in a muffled voice, feeling something light and fluffy at his mouth. Kurt sprang into action immediately, loosing his Pokemon and giving a quick command. "Air Slash, Caius." With deadly accuracy, the bat released a shockwave of air which hit the fluffball and knocked it off Creedon's face.

The Cottonee, receiving a double surprise when it was hit from behind, after suddenly crashing unexpectedly into a human's face, gave a whimper. This was so unfair. She never should have wandered into this marsh on her own. With this damn fog everywhere, she couldn't see a thing, and now she was being attacked from all around, too!

Caius gave a couple of warning squeaks to the Pokemon. Even though the fog obscured his vision, it did not bother him at all. Vision was the least important of his senses, and even with no visibility, there was no hindrance to the Pokemon, skilled as he was at using echolocation. "Stay away from the boy, pathetic pom-pom." His icy words cut through the fog in a way that no knife could, and chilled the Cottonee to the core. She began to move again, but alas, it was in the wrong direction.

"Looks like you've made your decision, worthless scum." There was no mercy in the bat's heart as he, with a mildly sadistic grin, let loose another attack. Even though the grass Pokemon had been trying to get away, she had inadvertantly floated straight towards Creedon again, although none but the sightless bat knew that, and he punished her for her ignorance.

The Air Slash hit its mark, and the cotton ball was silenced. There was an angry cry, and an invisible creature landed two hits on the bat. Caius fluttered down, catching himself midair and shooting up again to his original position, looking around, scrutinising the surroundings. "What did she do to you, you bully? I'm going to make you pay for that!" Following the sound of the voice, Caius located a shape in front of him, and released a counter-attack.

Both Creedon and Kurt looked up as a squeal sounded. What was happening? Creedon look around, confused. All these screams and squeals, was someone getting tortured? Kurt was more clued-in, and realised that there must have been another Pokemon with the Cottonee he had seen Caius dispose of. What could it be? His eyesight was better than the average human, but he had not been able to make out anything nearby.

Crouching on the ground a few metres away, the Deerling's mind was awhirl. How had that monster managed to pinpoint her location so easily? She had made use of her surroundings and camouflaged herself so that she had become part of the mist, and was sure that her cover was perfect. So what had happened?

"Should I explain it so that your feeble mind can comprehend?" Caius' voice suddenly cut in, and the Deerling braced herself, snarling at the bat hidden in the fog. "This fog means nothing to me - your tricks mean nothing to me. I do not need to see to know where you are. I can hear perfectly fine." The Deerling's heart sank. She had not known this. She had been hoping that her camouflage would give her the element of surprise in this battle. How could she fight an enemy that, truth be told, she could not see particularly well, when he could 'see' her clearly?

"Do you understand now?" the bat suddenly materialised beside her, whispering menacingly. Shrikeing, the deer jumped in fright, but, able to harness the circumstances to her favour, hit back with a charge. She felt her head hit the bat, and grinned triumphantly, although her face fell when he spoke again. "Don't get it, do you? You are nothing before me. The realm of blindness is one where I cannot be defeated. You are completely. Inferior. To. Me." With each of his last words, she felt the pain of another Air Slash hitting her body, leaving cuts and lacerations. She struggled to stand, but her body would not listen to her, and she collapsed, unable to move.

Caius hovered above her, looking down with disdain. Pathetic creature... had actually dared to challenge him in his own realm? She deserved such a fate.

Sensing that the battle was over, Kurt called out. "Caius, come over. We may need your assistance to traverse the rest of this marshland." While he knew the general direction of the city they were searching for, Caius' abilities would be very helpful for avoiding obstacles along the way. "Scout slightly ahead, and let me know if there are any obstacles to avoid." The bat nodded, and flew just ahead of the man and the boy. Leading them on a winding, invisible road, he eventually brought them out of the fog, into an area that could be well and truly defined as marsh. Everywhere around them was mud. Some plant life was poking out of the boggy surface, but it look quite desolate in general.

"Thank you, Caius. Your abilities are second to none, as expected." The bat accepted the praise with a few pleased squeaks, and nuzzled up to Kurt. Even though he could seem like a sadistic creature of the night, the bat did have a soft spot for these two humans. The man was someone he respected, and in so many ways his human counterpart, and the boy was just amusing to tease. Fluttering down to Creedon, the bat nibbled on his ear, shaking with mirth when the boy squealed and pulled away, trying to shoo the bat away and crying out about vampires.

Kurt simply smiled, and stroked the bat gingerly. "Master Creedon, it is offensive to react in such a manner when someone is being friendly to you." Caius clicked in agreement, smiling again when the boy simply looked at the two of them in horror. "Perhaps if you fed him a bit of your blood, you would feel a greater affinity with him, and-" The butler did not even get to finish, as the boy began to protest loudly and backed away from them, muttering about mind-control and evil supernatural undead monsters.

Caius fluttered onto Kurt's head, resting his open mouth on the man's hair, so that it looked like he was biting the man and sucking out his brains. The boy's vividly wild imagination made it so easy to torture him, and Caius quite enjoyed this vampiric mind-controlling persona he had been given. Kurt, too, seemed to be enjoying himself. It was not often that he amused himself at the expense of the young master, but he had never encountered another soul with such similar ideas to his own, and such similar methods, that it was difficult to resist.

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Zubat defeated Cottonee and Deerling. Not sure if that + bit at end would account for happiness for Zubat. Otherwise, another Fudd mod please. Currently in Sinklands, heading onward to Misthenge through Unclearable Fog 2.
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Mmm foggy sinklands. There's a mudhole here, roughly four feet in depth, twelve feet across and twenty feet in length. You're at the left most side. Plenty of grimer in this mudhole. You can try to catch one, will take at least two pokeballs and the pokemon that battles will end up poisoned.

If you go around to the left you'll end up in Foggy Frozen Swamp but to the right you'll stay in the Sinklands. If you can devise a way across you'll reach Unclearable Fog Marsh 2. Trying to cross will provoke the grimer though.
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The fog, though not as thick and debilitating as it had before, was still present, and almost led the travellers into the deep sinkhole. Kurt was the first to feel his feet sinking in, and stopped, putting out a hand to prevent his charge from advancing. "Stop, Master Creedon; there is something here." Carefully, the butler tested the ground around him, and soon came to the conclusion that it was mostly soft mud. Pulling his feet out with an audible 'pop', he retreated, peering out ahead. At this point, a blessing from the atmospheric deities brought a momentary lull in the fog, and he saw the hole. It was not vast, but definitely stood in their way. There did not seem to be any obvious way to cross it. There were also a number of inhabitants in the swamp. At least a dozen piles of toxic sludge were congegrated, sliding over one another and oozing into one another. It was a pretty gruesome sight.

"What are those, Kurt?" Creedon asked, face screwing up with distaste. They looked pretty yucky. It didn't look like the type of mess that he approved of. Kurt patted the boy's pocket, and, understanding, Creedon pulled out his Pokedex and pointed it in the direction of the Pokemon, which were identified as Grimer. The boy stuck out his tongue. "They sound so disgusting. Are we going to kill them all?"

Kurt shook his head. "There are too many there for us to battle effectively. It would be best to make our way across without disturbing them." There were a couple of trees poking out of the swampland, which Kurt identified as potential bridge material. "Caius." Tossing the bat's Pokeball into the air, he gestured toward the centre of the mud hole. "Those trees look rather fragile. Hit them with Air Slash and let them fall into the mud."

However, as soon as Caius entered the airspace above the mud grove, the slimy Pokemon in the centre reacted. In one breath, the collective sludge produced a noxious, poisonous gas which engulfed the bat. Kurt pursed his lips. The Grimer were not going to let them pass easily, it would seem. Luckily, Caius was immune to their attempts at poisoning.

"Caius, blow the gas away, then back to the trees." With a curt squeak, the bat obeyed, fappping his wings fervently to remove the gas, and then using much more concentrated wingbeats to generate sharp currents of air which hacked away at the bases of the trees dotting the perimeter of the mud hole. Following the laws of physics, the trees collapsed into the mud, half floating, half sinking. As Caius returned to Kurt's side, the Grimer began to react. They could sense the invasion into their domain, and were starting to reject it. Slowly, they moved towards Kurt and Creedon.

"Master Creedon, let your Piplup and Joltik out. We will need to battle through this, it seems." The boy nodded and pulled the two Pokeballs from his belt. This was starting to get intense. These sorts of dangerous situations really made him feel like he was getting into the whole Pokemon adventure thing. This battle was going to decide whether he lived or died! Well, maybe not, but to Creedon, it seemed close enough.

"Piddles! Zapster!" The two Pokemon appeared on the edge of the mud, looking at each other curiously, then back at their trainer. "I know you guys haven't met before, but we can do that after we kick some slimy butt!" Piddles nodded, and Zapster pumped his fist in the air. Kicking slimy butt sounded like a riot. The first of the Grimer were approaching them. "Piddles, use Ice Cream! Zapster, use, er..." What could the spider use? He'd never seen it use an attack yet. Turning to Kurt, the boy stared at his steward blankly.

"Discharge."

The two Pokemon nodded, with the Piplup first releasing a white crackling beam that froze the Grimer, before it was shocked by the arachnid's attack. It remained there, a sinking block of ice, the first of the Grimer swarm to fall. It had plenty of reinforcements, however, which soon came after it. The next wave of attacking sludge pools were flinging mud. The attacks themselves weren't particularly accurate, and Creedon found himself dancing awkwardly to avoid the mud. A fair few of the handfuls still hit him, though, and he called out indignantly each time. "Hey! You're not supposed to hit me!" They weren't playing by the rules!

Kurt, in his own meticulous manner, had managed to avoid every drop of mud, and was conversing briefly with Caius. He broke off the discussion to address Creedon, quickly. "Master Creedon, it would be wise, perhaps, to combine Piplup and Joltik's attacks. Water and electricity should become a much more effective combination."

The boy had to think about the advice for a moment. Water and electricity. Well, that Discharge thing provided the electricity, but what did Piddles use to make water? That was it! "Brine, Piddles, soak as many of those Grimies as you can! Then Zapster, zap them all really good!" The two Pokemon executed the team attack brilliantly. Beginning by jumping in perfect synchronisation, Piddles first unleashed a salty spray of water, twisting her head around so that it formed more of a wide-reaching spray than a concentrated blast. Then, after he was tagged, the yellow arachnid released a blinding shockwave, which was carried by the brine delivered earlier. The attack was much more effective, and this time a number of the Grimer fell victim to the pair. Landing together, the two Pokemon struck a pose and then completed the routine with a high five, looking extremely cool. Creedon was beside himself.

"OH MY GOOOOOOOSH!!! THAT WAS SOOOO COOOOOOOL!!!!" He couldn't contain himself. There were no words in the known universe that could describe the epicness that he had just witnessed. That perfect synchronisation. That flawless execution. That unbelievable high-five. This was the stuff legends were made of.

It was hard to see how many of them had fallen; they all ran into one another and there was no defined edge to any of them. However, there were still some remaining, and they were starting to get peeved. Piddles and Zapster repeated their performance again, although the Grimer were getting wiser, and it was less effective the second time around, since they protected themselves by spreading out to minimise the attack's reach.

However, this was the opening that Caius was waiting for. With a screech, the bat swooped in, red slits appearing on his face where his eyes ought to have gone. He had been waiting for the mass of Grimer to separate. He couldn't get too close when they were all together. But now, he could get in there, and put a few of them to sleep. One, then a second fell to his hypnotic stare. The sleeping Grimer settled into a flat puddle. However, even then, there were still some remaining. Kurt put a hand on Creedon's shoulder as he rallied his Pokemon up again to use another attack.

"Leave them be, Master Creedon. At this point it is more important to cross the mud, and we will need Joltik for that. Caius can keep the last few Grimer distracted." The two Pokemon looked at Kurt, wondering what the grand plan was. Piddles, in particular, looked rather fearful. She was still quite wary of the man, who had mistreated her (in a ploy to make Creedon look like a good guy and thus gain her affection). Zapster looked eager, though, willing to obey this yummy man.

"Joltik, your spider's thread will be needed. Weave a large, thick web to go between these trees, and we will use it as a bridge. Master Creedon, get your Starly to carry him above the hole. He will need to shoot down several webs as we make our way across.

It was an unusual plan. Even when explained to the Starly, the bird seemed rather confused by it. However, he complied, carrying the little spider up, and holding him steady as he weaved a large mass of thread internaly, and shot it downwards so that a mat appeared on the mud, between two fallen trees. It was about five foot in diameter. Carefully, Kurt and Creedon climbed onto it. The material wobbled, but managed to hold their weight. The spider's silk was remarkably strong.

Then, Fwap shifted his positions lightly, and the Joltik was able to fire down another spider web, in another position, and with some difficulty, the two humans jumped onto the next platform. The journey across the crevasse of mud continued in this fashion, with Creedon and Kurt hopping across a series of webs, bouncing slightly, and in some cases, almost bouncing off (Creedon was starting to enjoy the trampoline experience a bit too much). Meanwhile, Piddles followed behind, taking occasional shots at some of the remaining Grimer, while Caius concentrated his voice on his targets, confusing them with his supersonic waves.

Finally, the two humans made it across. WIth a joyous shout, Piddles turned her attention away for one fatal second, and was smothered in black sludge. She and Creedon screamed simultaneously, and Caius immediately came to her rescue, lifting her up and carrying her over to where Creedon was. That was not the only last shot the Grimer got in, however. A wave of gas suddenly engulfed the airborne Starly and Joltik. Startled, the bird let go of his load and flew upwards to avoid it. Zapster fell, inhaling the poisonous fumes as he fell and landing on the ground beside Kurt.

"Piddles! Oh no! What's wrong with you! You're so black and oily!" the boy cried, trying to wash the sludge off with his hands, to little avail. Kurt examined the Joltik briefly, before doing the same with the Piplup, taking the Pokemon off the frantic boy's hands. Ignoring the boy's frenzied cries, he plucked the Pokeballs off Creedon's belt and recalled both the Pokemon, before explaining.

"They have both been poisoned by those the Grimer's attacks." A look of horror came over Creedon's face as he heard the 'P' word. It sounded so serious! "They will be fine once we get them to a Pokemon Centre, but for now, we need to make sure they stay inside their Pokeball unless absolutely necessary. We will have to rely on Starly and Caius for now." Creedon nodded feverishly, but not without taking the chance to give the Zubat a sidelong glare. Rely on that evil vampire? No way. Never. Ever. Not in a bazillion years.

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:gexp2 counter: 3.3

Reached Unclearable Fog Marsh 2. Heading for Misthenge Village.
In this post, I was given an indeterminate number of Grimer, so not entirely sure how many I was supposed to defeat. Left that fairly open, but it's at least 6 or so... And Piplup and Joltik have been poisoned, and sitting round about 40-50% HP each.
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You are still in the Sinklands but will pass into the Unclearable fog Marsh 2 this post.

In the marsh there will be knee deep water, and a number of passive lotad. 1 is obtainable - easy capture/befriendable.

There is a very wet, unhappy pachirisu using the lotad as stepping stones. He's a moderate capture, two pokeballs, not befriendable.
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"Kurt. When are we going to get there?" All this fog, all this mud, all this sinking was starting to get tiresome. At first the mystery of it all piqued the boy's curiosity, but after having endured more than five minutes of it, the boy's copious attention span had been used up and he was now ready for a change in the scenery. Unfortunately, that change did not appear to be coming over the horizon any time soon.

If it wasn't mud they were presented with, it was fog. Mud, fog, mud, fog, fog, mud. The pattern didn't change much, until they came across what seemed to be a very large puddle. It was large; so large in fact that Pokemon seemed to be settling in it quite happily. A wave of the Pokedex identified the lilypads as Lotad, which was a great source of amusement to Creedon when he saw their curious facial features. "Hehe... they look so silly," he pointed at the picture on the Pokedex's screen, giggling to himself. He quickly realised, however, that the hilarious faces weren't visible. Frowning, he set about rectifying that problem.

Without any regard for his clothing, the boy jumped into the water, which came up just short of mid-thigh. He waded towards the nearest lilypad and tried to lift it up and see the funny duck-face underneath. The Lotad immediately squirmed, and squirted him in the face with icy water. This just caused more hilarity for the boy, and he fell over backwards, in a fit of giggles. "You're so silly," he told the Lotad, who didn't seem to find the compliment as complimentary as Creedon had intended, and swam away indignantly.

Creedon looked a little crestfallen, but moved onto the next lilypad in earnest. This one was a little different - it had a rather annoyed squirrel sitting on top of it. Creedon was either fixated on the oddity of Lotad's face, or completely blind, however, because he didn't see the Pachirisu, and wrenched the lilypad out of the water just as he had done the first one. This Lotad was more placid, but the Pachirisu who was sent flying into the water wasn't.

Creedon was again giggling to himself at the sight of the Lotad's features when he heard an angry chattering, followed by a whirring in the water. He lifted the Lotad up higher and saw, coming straight at him with blistering speed, a furry torpedo. With a loud 'Oof' he fell backwards, hand brushing past his side and dislodging one of the Pokeballs on his belt as he did so. As he landed in the water, wincing, the Pokeball opened and the injured Zapster appeared, blinking. He still felt a little queasy from all that stinky gas from the Grimer earlier. What was happening?

As his head spun, though, he could make out the feverish chatter of some agitated rodent. Some sort of loony squirrel was jabbering on. With instinctual accuracy, the sickly spider managed to secure an overhanging branch with his silk, and dangled from it, taking some time to get his bearings. From what he could gather, the crazy squirrel wanted to fight about something. It was still talking, very quickly, very chirpily, and it was making Zapster's headache worse. Groaning, the Joltik closed his eyes and tried to make it go away.

It didn't.

The spider's forelegs slowly massaged his temples, but still, nothing. He couldn't take it any more. Opening his mouth, the small invertebrate suddenly screeched with such intensity that everything around immediately covered their ears. Creedon, Kurt, the Lotad, and the Pachirisu, all, in one movement, tried to protect their ears. In the silence that followed, the Joltik stared at the squirrel.

"Don't you know how to be quiet? I'm trying to get rid of a headache here..." The Pachirisu, looking quite affronted, opened its mouth and began to release another verbal deluge, but Zapster interrupted with another loud scream, this time more focused at the annoying rodent. "I said... headache." The headache was still there, as the venom from before continued to course freely through his little body.

The Pachirisu still looked peeved. In fact, by studying its facial expression carefully, it was easy to follow its thought progression. It was annoyed at this commandeering spider, it was frustrated at having been stuck in this damn pond, and it needed an outlet. Rearing back, the squirrel opened its mouth and bared its little fangs, which visibly lengthened suddenly. Then, with a single bound, it leapt at the hanging Joltik, mouth agape. The spider was prepared, however, and in a frightening display of speed, flickered in behind the squirrel and kicked it hard with all four of his legs.

The Pachirisu slammed into the water, with the loud clap associated with painful belly flops. If it wasn't unconscious already, that landing would have surely shocked it into an unconscious state.

Zapster landed on Creedon's head, still massaging his temples. Damned headache was not going away. Under the prodding guidance of the arachnid, Creedon left the water, feeling a bit sorry for the squirrel. Belly flops hurt a lot, he knew, from experience. Looking back, he saw the Pachirisu lying face-down in the water, floating on the surface of the pond. Oh dear. That looked kinda bad.

"Let's go, Kurt, quickly!" Having reached the other side of the pond, he shooed the butler onwards and followed quickly, putting Zapster back in his Pokeball to rest. It had been an accident that the spider had been summoned, and he had to be careful that he didn't do it again, or he could get really sick!

They had only walked onwards for a few minutes before the fog returned. The same, thick, unyielding fog they had blindly stumbled through earlier. Creedon grabbed Kurt's coattails, groaning. The butler seemed to know where he was going, however. He'd taken the opportunity in the Sinklands, when the fog had been less debilitating, to properly determine their location and to figure out the exact location of Misthenge Village, and they were headed in that direction now. Hopefully it would not be too much longer.

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:gexp2 counter: 3.8
Reached Unclearable Fog Marsh 2. Heading for Misthenge Village.

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Find a berry bush with three berries ripe on it!
Find a cult of Foongus, worshipping a Paras.
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Paras is catchable, befriendable, but you'll need to take out the entire Foongus cult first.
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Creedon was now passing the time by singing. His singing was far from angelic, and was really a semi-off-tune collection of yowls that to his ears, formed an exciting, rockish melody. To those who did not reside in his world of oddity, however, it just sounded like a tone-deaf kid screaming his heart out.

"Aaaaand I... will alwaaaaaays looooooooove meeeeeeee.......!" He held the last note, letting it rise more and more until he felt breathless. Phew. Singing could be hard work. No wonder all there were always stories on TV about singers who took their pills. All the hard work probably made them sick. Getting sick because of your job would suck so much. Creedon was glad that he didn't have a job.

With a gasp, the boy suddenly found himself fighting off a savage attacker. "Hiyah-yah-yah-yah-yah!" he screamed as he chopped at the fierce enemy, just like those kung-fu masters he saw in the movies. He pictured his enemy screaming in pain, and gave a grin of triumph. It wasn't until Kurt laid a firm hand on his shoulder and gripped so hard that he was forced to stop his retaliatory awesomeness, that he stopped for long enough that the savage beast attacking him was none other than a berry tree.

"Oh. Oops," he said, simply.

Changing his tactic, Creedon chose to instead pick some of the berries instead. Unfortunately, his unprovoked attack on the poor plant quite a few of its fruit looking worse for wear. After careful inspection, the two of them could only find three intact berries. "Oops," Creedon said again, sheepishly, when Kurt cast him a Look.

With a few berries in his pocket, Creedon trudged forward, feeling the ground get slightly less squishy as he went. Was that a good sign? Maybe. With a sigh, the boy was about to complain again when he heard an odd rumbling. Kurt had heard it too, from the expression of curiosity on his face. The two travellers kept moving, and it kept getting louder, a low murmur that differentiated itself into chanting of some sort.

Eventually they reached an oasis of clarity within the fog blanket. For some reason, the fog lifted in this small clearing, and in it, there stood a crowd of mushrooms, chanting, whilst staring at a pedastal in the centre of their crowd. Whether the fog was being repelled by their spirituality, or if they had simply chosen this clearing because of the anomalous lack of fog, it was impossible to tell. However, it was clear that there was something a bit cuckoo about a tribe of fungi chanting at a rock.

Then, something climbed onto the rock. A bug of some sort climbed onto the rock, and then all the mushrooms bowed. They bowed. Creedon couldn't contain his incredulity. "That thing has mushrooms growing out of it!" Maybe the thing in the middle had planted all the mushrooms around it? Perhaps... although the mushrooms on the creature's back didn't match the mushrooms around it.

His Pokedex called the mushrooms Foongus, and the thing in the middle a Paras. He didn't really like those names. Somehow they didn't roll of the tongue in the same way that other Pokemon's names did. And thus, his mind was made up. "Let's blast them all away!" It seemed a bit risky; they were quite outnumbered, after all, but Kurt assessed the situation and had soon agreed.

"We will have the type advantage here, so I believe it would be possible." These words meant nothing to Creedon, so the butler explained further. "Use Starly and Piplup." Even though the starter penguin was poisoned, they needed as much firepower as possible; if she fell, it would be a worthy sacrifice. "We are going to force our way through here, by surprise. Be as quiet as possible, Master Creedon." This last instruction was key. They had to initiate the attack with as much suddenness as possible.

Silently, Caius, Piddles and Fwap watched the Foongus tribe perform some sort of awkward swaying dance as they bowed in a Mexican Wave. Having given the instructions to all three Pokemon and to his young charge, Kurt straightened up. "Ready? Go." The command was given with a soft-spokenness but definitive finality that suggested that the end was near for the cult of fungi.

Caius was first, releasing a widespread wave of flames that struck the closest flank of Foongus. A cry suddenly went up, and the Pokemon turned around, livid. How dare their worship session be interrupted? As they bristled, gas seemed to float out of their tops. Kurt issued a word of warning. "Be careful of that. Caius, Starly. Your job is to blow it all away if it gets close."

The penguin stepped forward next, giving a loud cry as it released a haphazard stream of subzero energy at the crowd. The Ice Beam slowly shifted, finding a few targets, although not as many as Caius' initial sweep.

Fwap took the final attack in the wave, flying above the crowd and sending down three sharp shockwaves of wind, which knocked their targets out immediately.

The clan bristled, seething with righteous anger. A few of them began to glow red, as they attempted to collect their anger and release it in a form of vengeful wrath. Kurt noticed the technique, and cautioned his troops. "The ones that are burning; hit them hard and fast. They need to be brought down." Creedon pumped his fist in the air, cheering his Pokemon on.

For the second wave of attacks, the approach was much the same. Again, waves of fire took out the weakest of the stragglers, and several others were frozen, before a few Biding mushrooms were sniped off by the Starly. However, they missed their overall goal, and two red 'shrooms remained. With a sinister cackle, they released their pent up rage, and the trainers' Pokemon scattered. Piddles was the unlucky one, however, and was hit by the raging red bolts, and collapsed, whimpering weakly.

Creedon cried out and immediately ran to the penguin's side, picking her up and cradling her gently. "You'll be fine Piddles. Just sit tight in your ball for now." After recalling the penguin, he rejoined the battle command, now deeply motivated to see through the annhilation of this unholy gathering of mycological filth. "Go Fwap! Air Slash them all!" The bird squawked loudly and flew at them, barrelling through a couple before lifting himself back into the air and hovering there.

Meanwhile, Kurt had noticed that in all the confusion, a certain icon had disappeared. It appeared that either the benevolent overlord had abandoned its followers, or it had been stowed away by its worshippers. Either way, it seemed that the chance to take out the leader was gone. Well, removing the last few would suffice. This was largely a training experience for the Pokemon involved. Also, their little congregation was blocking the way to Misthenge.

There were only a few stragglers left now, with more of the Foongus disappearing when they realised that their beloved leader was safely away from the conflict. Those that remained were scattering all manner of brightly coloured spores into the air, which were promptly blown away by the two winged attackers. The final few mushrooms were rounded up by a ring of fire that crept around them, before they were slapped in the face by powerful gusts of wind, whose origins alternated between the heavy, feathery wings of the bird and the lighter, leathery wings of the bat. When the last one fell, Creedon gave a whoop and jumped forward to examine the carnage. "If I liked mushrooms, I'd want to eat some." Never mind the fact that they were probably quite, quite poisonous.

Raising an eyebrow, Kurt politely forbid the boy from trying, and was soon ushering him along. They had only a few more minutes of sunlight remaining, although, given the foggy state of the marshes, what remained was already quite useless. They were in luck, however, because within a few minutes, they had reached the edge of the village hidden in the mist. Finally. It was time to seek refuge in the local Pokemon Centre and let the injured Pokemon from the journey rest.

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Reached Misthenge Village.
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Piddles gets 2.0 :exp and Caius and Fwap get 3.4 :exp each. Piddles will also get 3 :hpev and Caius and Fwap will get 6 :hpev each if you track EVs.

The berries off the bush are your choice (though of course they have to all be the same berry :P) of fruit. You can also pick up 2 :tinymushroom and a :bigmushroom if you like out of the carnage, though, indeed, eating them might not be wise...

And into Misthenge you go!
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(Dunno if you get Genexp for that... but let's say 0.1? There was a fair bit of reading involved, after all...)

A quick stop at the Pokemon Centre in Misthenge, and a bit more fiasco with Creedon and Caius, and the two travellers were once again on their journey. This time, they were heading straight back into the supernatural mist, with a rather difficult destination in mind. Without any proper way to cross the oceans, the two of them were restricted to the Diglett Tunnel. That had its own problems, however. The tunnel itself had very few entrances, and although these had been mapped out, the entrance they were searching for was supposedly within the ghostly mist that lay on top of the surrounding plains. How were they supposed to find it?

Kurt had considered using Caius and his echolocative abilities, but that would only be effective if they had a better idea of what they were looking for: a cave, a hole in the ground, an unusually shaped hollow tree; the entrance to the tunnel could be anything. Moving around blind was also not an option; they had to find a way to actually locate this tunnel, and relying on dumb luck was not going to get them very far.

Thus, they were currently patrolling the perimeter of Misthenge Village, asking (at least, Kurt was) various villagers if they had any means of even temporarily lifting the fog, or repelling it. There had to be someone, within this town, who had unlocked the secrets of the mist, and could assist them in their quest. Time and time again they were given a polite negative answer. Creedon was starting to get impatient.

"How come none of these old people can do it, Kurt?" It wasn't a rhetorical question, but the butler pretended not to hear, and approached a hunched-over man with a stout walking stick. Creedon was left sitting on the fence, pondering aloud to himself. "Why dont they know these things? Old people should know lots and lots." He saw an elderly lady hobbling past him. "Why don't you know?" he addressed her, suddenly, and she stared blankly at him for a few seconds.

Creedon did have a rather tenuous grasp on social customs and norms...

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Kurt discovers that there's one person in town in possession of HM08, Fog Clear, as well as HMs 09 - 11: the elderly lady mentioned above.

Creedon discovers that she is senile.

She'll follow you, with persuasion, but she walks the pace of a snail and swarms of Cottonee keep nesting in her hair. Nor does she have any idea what's going on. She has two pokemon: a Bidoof... and a Wailord. After all is said and done she uses HM Fog Clear.

2 - 3 Diglett are working around the Diglett Tunnel. Slightly higher than your APL, easy capture.
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Finally it seemed that they were getting somewhere. A few people had whispered a name. Pebbles. Whoever this Pebbles was, it seemed that she knew the secrets of the fog, and knew how to lift it. And yet, no-one seemed able to tell Kurt where she was, or how to find her. Even those who knew of her whispered her name and nothing else. It was almost like they were scared to say too much else. Was this Pebbles a terrifying character, then?

Kurt noticed Creedon by the wayside, harassing an elderly lady. The butler swooped in neatly, catching the boy by the scruff of his neck and dragging him away deftly. "Master Creedon, kindly refrain from tormenting the citizens of this village." Bowing deeply to the woman, he apologised. "I am deeply sorry, madam, for the inexcusable behaviour of my charge. Please forgive him." The woman smiled, revealing a toothless grin, flapping her hand at them. Turning back to Creedon, Kurt gave him a painful tweak on the ear. "Now, concentrate your imaginative efforts onto the task at hand - we must locate this 'Pebbles'."

"Arrr... I knu it wen I set m'eyes on ye, Larkin." Both Creedon and Kurt turned around, to find the old lady staring straight at the butler, smiling her toothless smile again. "Wen'd ye fink ye'd come beck t'me? Ol'Pebbles's ben waitin' f'long time, ye'know?" Whilst Creedon was caught up in trying to understand her bizarre speech impediment, Kurt had heard the important part - this lady was Pebbles, or so she seemed to imply.

"You are Pebbles, then?" he asked, leaning over to place a gloved hand on her dusty shawl. When he lifted it off, the pristinely white glove had been stained a musty grey. The woman seemed not to acknowledge his question, nodding vigorously and grabbing onto Kurt's arm as he retracted it.

"Ye've not forgotten me, hav'ye? Ben abou' nigh firt'ears sence I saw ye, seems liike yesserday, but." The woman seemed to be living in a world of her own, and Kurt was some long-lost friend. Creedon covered his mouth as he tried to suppress his giggles. The old lady was taking a liking to Kurt! He knew for a fact that Kurt didn't like dirty old ladies (he liked to be clean at all times). This was going to be fun to watch him suffer! To increase the suffering, Creedon knew that he had to play along and encourage the old lady and her worldview.

"Yes, Larkin has been a naughty boy, hasn't he, running off like that." The old lady looked at him, confused, for a moment, before her face melted into a look of understanding.

"Ye, he hez, ha'n't he? Yeer some boy he pecked up to watch over hem, are ye?"

"Oh yes, yes, I watch over him to make sure he never gets into trouble, because you know, he's such a bad boy sometimes." Creedon was thoroughly enjoying himself, glancing at Kurt with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Not even the butler's look of disapproval could deter him now.

"Madam, if you could help us. I am given to understand that you hold the power to dispel this cursed fog..." Kurt began, trying to reroute the hurriedly derailing train, but he was forestalled by the old lady, who was clearly demonstrating some very selective hearing.

"Ye, jus' like he used to. Remember, Larkin, ye'll pay f'it. Pay bad," she suddenly thundered, with surprising strength for one of her physical stature and mental state. Creedon guffawed, mouthing her words silently as he mimicked her stern finger wagging from behind her back, grinning widely at Kurt. He was enjoying this! He liked this funny old lady. And Kurt had to be nice to her, because he wanted her to help them get rid of the fog. It was too good to be true!

The crafty butler was, however, even in the midst of the trouble of dealing with a senile old lady, leading her slowly away. "I believe you will remember, Madam Pebbles, that you wanted to show me something, out in the marsh." This time, it seemed that she heard him, and looked a little confused. However, Kurt simply repeated himself a few more times, and by the fourth time, her face had melted into one of recognition and she had nodded, shuffling off away from the village. Clearly, in her addled state, it was quite easy for 'Larkin' to convince her of anything.

Creedon frowned, this was going to quickly lose its fun factor if Kurt started dragging her around like a puppet on strings. He had to intervene to make sure that everything kept happening properly. "So, Mrs Pebbles, do you think Larkin needs a haircut?"

This seemed to spark a furious drive within the woman, who suddenly livened, even exhibiting a slight spring in her step as she shuffled around Kurt, eyeing him closely, and reaching up and grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling it down for closer inspection. "Mmm..." she murmured, examining it meticulously, separating it strand by strand, even. She tugged hard at it, and though Kurt's face remained impassive, Creedon was sure that the man was feeling something. Even demons had limits.

When she finally released Kurt's hair, she boldly proclaimed her conclusions. "To th'barba, then." She raised her fist, almost toppling over backwards in the process (she was saved by Creedon's lightning quick reflexes), and changed direction in her snail-like shuffle. Soon, even Creedon found it boring. He was taking five steps for every step that she took, and that was when he tried to go slowly for her sake. Man, old people were slow. SLOW.

They must have continued for about a million hours (by Creedon's reckoning) before the old lady suddenly stopped. When she did, a ball of cotton fluff flew out of her hair. She seemed not to think anything of it, although Creedon stared at the loosely held-together bun curiously. 'We're here," she announced, happily, opening her arms wide as though to introduce her two friends to the mysterious hairdresser. Except, all she was introducing them to was fog. There was still barely any visibility.

Creedon was about to say something when a light clicked in her brain, and she fumbled about with her tunic (reaching into a place that was undoubtedly used for safekeeping in her youthful years, which had now succumbed to the effects of age and gravity), and pulled out a crusty-looking Pokeball which was more brown than red. Before Creedon could ask what the muck that covered it was (and what the stench associated with its production was), she had tapped it so that a huge blue shape came out. Creedon couldn't even tell what it was. Suddenly, there was a huge, huge wall in front of him, of whitish-blue fat.

As he stared incredulously at the wall, reaching out to pat it lightly, the old lady sidled past him and gave the wall a sharp jab with her finger. The mass shuddered and groaned, causing the boy some alarm. What sort of blockade was this?

He soon found out, however, when the fog around them began to clear. Somehow, something was dispelling the fog. Around them, an invisible bubble seemed to be pushing the mist away, and more of the mysterious groaning wall came into view. It was...

"HOLYCOWIT'SAREALLYBIGFATWHALE!!!" Creedon could hardly contain his surprise. Kurt was also rather surprised, though for a very different reason. The old lady had summoned a clearly water-requiring Pokemon on dry land. Perhaps this was her senility speaking.

The old lady shuffled up to the Wailord, stroking its belly tenderly. "Now, Larkin, where es dat barba?" Wait, the whale was Larkin? Did that mean that she had thought that Kurt was a big blue whale? Creedon sniggered, and vocalised this thought to the butler, who didn't look amused. The whale shuddered and crooned, which the lady seemed to understand, or at least, pretended to. "Ah, s'righ', I fort so." Reaching up, she poked about in her hair, suddenly grabbing onto a tuft of whitish-grey fluff and pulling. Creedon gasped and stepped forward. She was pulling her out! She was going mad!

The fluff dislodged surprisingly easily though, however, and turned out to be a Cottonee, one of the things that they had seen before. Creedon distinctly remembered the feeling of having cotton stuffed in your face.

"Ah, there ye'are," the old lady said, simply. "Larkin's needin' a haircu'." She directed the Cottonee towards Creedon. "Go cut he, Larkin." Wait what? So he was Larkin now? Creedon backed away and pointed to Kurt.

"No! Him! Himhimhimhim!" Creedon ran behind Kurt and tried to push him forward, although the steward proved as immovable as always, resisting the boy with minimal effort.

"Master Creedon..." he began, though he stopped when he saw something in the area that the Wailord had cleared. Diglett; three of them. They were working around what was clearly an entrance into a tunnel of some sort. By some stroke of luck, the befuddled woman had led them to the spot they had wanted to reach. Beautiful. She had served her purpose, and it was time for them to go. Now that the young master was also sufficiently creeped out by her, it would be easy to lead him away; there would be no emotional attachment.

"Come, Master Creedon, we can escape by that tunnel." The Diglett were in the way, but luckily they held a fairly easy solution to that. "Have Piplup use Brine." As Creedon nodded and pulled out the Pokeball, he produced his own, instructing Caius to take some time to plot quickly before attacking.

The Diglett were hit with the attacks before they knew to defend themselves. A wave of salty water hit the first two, drowning them, even when it attempted to hide underground, whilst the other was left with a rather nasty cut mark from the waves of sharpened air which hit it. It did not go down without putting up a fight, however, and had managed to deliver a few scratchmarks of its own on the bat.

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:gexp2 counter: 0.3

Currently in: Unclearable Fog Marsh 2
Heading into: Diglett Tunnel (exiting in Puddlelands 1 near Pontarctica)

Team Status
Piplup (Piddles) Lv 14 HP 43/43
Zubat (Caius) Lv 13 HP 34/40
Edited by Fuddledy, Aug 5 2011, 08:05 AM.
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1.0 :exp to Piddles and Caius

You've successfully entered Diglett Tunnel, can post there now if you want

A few feet into the tunnel it begins to grow smaller and smaller. To continue forward you'll have to go single file and crawl through a narrow opening.

At the other end of this small space there's a couple more diglett, levels 12 & 13 and three or four zubat, all level 11. Any can be captured by battling, one diglett can be befriended. Only one of the zubat will attack if you choose to ignore them, everything else will just ignore you back.

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