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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
there’s so much going on and there’s one thing noah knows for sure; this is infuriating. everything about this situation has turned from making him irritated to just angry. he hated the idea of going on this bullshit cave exploration, this pokemon that came charging at them, the mud drying on his clothes -- the fact that the so called tour guide would rather watch them struggle then help -- and that his fucking poochyena just charged right in without any direction. there was probably more, like maybe the fact that the others were taking their sweet ass time with this so called ‘thing’ as miles called it. leaving both evan and him to keep up the distraction that, from the looks of it, wasn’t going to last very long. at least they had something up their sleeves. apparently not to be used until their pokemon both died by this giant steel asshole, but whatever.
when the woman turns, snaps at them with a remark about how she’s a guide rather than a babysitter, noah just scoffs. “well you suck at both. i would tell you to stop but obviously you took that upon yourself when you gave us the job to take care of that.” his eyes narrow, catch glimpse of evan turning to him before placing their attention on him. it’s the look that gets him first and noah glares, a little different than the one given to their so called tour guide. “what?” his voice is sharp, laced in the aggravation this situation has induced. “what?” he repeats again, “stop giving me that fuckin’ look. it’s not like i’m wrong.” at this point if the woman left them in the cave alone noah wouldn’t see any difference. they’d have to do all the work either way.
he can hear miles begin to talk, catches the word bitch before watching the man fumble over his own words. “wow,” he says, a blank expression washing away the glare he had seconds ago. “smart move.”
his attention isn’t towards the battle and neither is his poochyenas attention on its trainer. noah could have been shouting commands to her for all she knew, but right now she heard nothing but the clashing noise her teeth made when biting into the metallic plating. it wasn’t doing much but she was having fun; at least until the beast rebutted the annoying onslaught of attacks. when it swipes at her the poochyena doesn’t have time to dodge out of the way, or at least not how she wants -- and the attack hits, cutting into her side and sending a sharp yelp from her maw. it causes noah to look over, watch the poochyena fall to the ground before crawling out of the way. when she pushes herself up the canine growls, baring her teeth at the lairon before turning tail, dashing forward farther into the cave system.
he watches all of it. his pokemon getting injured, evan and now (surprisingly) miles fighting against their current problem, and the highlight of the evening: the poochyena running off with its tail between its legs. there was nothing he could do except just stare, understanding nothing and questioning why the damn thing would choose to run even further into this shitty hole then towards the exit. he couldn’t do this. not this journey, not this exploration, not this battle; nothing.
[attr="class","zv3"]lvl 5 poochyena, dark (run away) tackle -- howl -- play rough poochyena was hit by metal claw. ability activated, poochyena ran from battle.
This expedition was turning out smoothly and by that, it was starting to go to shit very quickly. Deanna was getting pissed, a Lairon was attacking and now they were the ones who had to deal with it. All in all, it seemed like the Lairon was winning. Evan, Miles and Noah did their best to keep the thing occupied. However, Evan’s Swablu was badly hurt, Miles’s Larvesta was doing what she could to try and roast the steel-clad quadruped and Noah’s Poochyena dipped out, clearly not wanting any part of the battle. That left Basil and Scar. From his point, Scar quietly watched as the three fellow Pokemon struggled against the wild Lairon. Covered in mud and slightly confused, Basil picked himself off of the ground and started wiping the mud off of his face.
Augh. That stupid Lairon ruined his clothes.
He remembered Miles telling him to do the “thing” and he knew exactly what that meant. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting to have to have Scar resort to his signature move so quickly but desperate times called for desperate measures or in this case; the Lairon needed to get her ass beat. “You know what to do,” Basil told Scar. With a firm nod and low growl, the eight foot tall Gliscor quickly sprung up into the air, massive wings flaring outwards. He immediately zipped forward, picking up speed quickly. He looped once through the air before barreling straight down towards the Lairon. His pincers were thrust out in front of his body and they were opened as wide as they possibly could. With startling strength, he jabbed them towards the Lairon, trying to clamp around her neck. If he was able to get of a hold of her, he’d proceed to slam her into the ground with enough force to create a miniature crater. Not only that, but he would twist, poising to snap her neck in one precise yet brutal motion. Basil watched from afar, dark eyes wide.
this trainer group is a wreck. there's pokemon everywhere, people were being difficult, and there's mud all over her clothes. deanna breathes in distress. she doesn't even take the time to respond to the guy, because it's too much work and they're giving her nothing but grief. but nothing could prepare her for the series of events that happens next.
when she hears the snapping of bones, her blood runs cold.
deanna whips her head towards the lairon. its head is at a weird angle, and the gliscor's clinging to it as the light fades from its eyes. it's deathly silent in the cave.
"oh my god." she says. it's the only thing she can say. she runs to the fallen pokemon, but by the time she gets there it's too late. "oh my god." she repeats, because she can't actually believe that this happened.
she digs out the radio from her pocket. "ranger deanna here. d-dead pokemon at branch b." she says. she talks with the other rangers on line before they tell her to move on with the exploration. another group will handle the lairon. she turns to the group grimly. the way is shorter if they keep going.
"let's keep going."
lairon♀ - level 015 - sturdy moveset: tackle, iron defense, mud slap metal claw, harden, headbutt
lairon dies! each pokemon gains 1 level
THE GROUP kills lairon! move on to the next portion of the cave
THE ROUND ENDS 24 HOURS FROM THIS POST Miles Serran rolls an 9! miles has 22 points
[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
[attr="class","nv3"] @train wreck how did we fuck up this bad?
[attr="class","mv"]
[attr="class","mv1"]evan was sure there was a word that described how he felt about his current group. hate just wouldn't give the way he felt justice. maybe loathing? yeah that could work.
despite his best efforts, he was unable to stop noah in time from snapping at deanna for her remark. when the other male turned towards them, he only glare right back, not saying anything even when noah questioned why he was giving him the look. oh he wasn't stupid. noah knew the exact reason why he was giving him that look. it didn't take much effort to think about what anyone had to say before they said it. it was a tough situation and everyone was a little pissed but getting the only person who knew how to get out of here safely pissed was NOT helping anyone at this point. would it kill him to just stay silent and not insult people for once in his life?
and then there was his other companions. the word bitch echoed throughout the cavern as miles decided it was the best time to call their tour guide the foul word. evan turned quickly and raised an eyebrow, giving the man a look that clearly read really?. there were no words to what he was thinking about each and every one of them at this moment. if deanna decided to up and leave them, he wouldn't have blamed her. not with the two rude as fuck idiots who couldn't learn to keep their mouths shut.
noah's poochyena ran off, swablu was getting tired to where she couldn't avoid the attacks that well anymore, and mile's larvesta was trying to keep the lairon at bay. evan was about to return snow to her pokeball and be done with it, leaving them to come up with a better plan when a massive shadow flew overhead. evan stared as the gliscor flew straight at the lairon and latched on. he probably should have seen this coming and he probably should have looked away. but like a car accident or some kind of tragedy, his eyes stuck to the scene and could only watch in horror as the steel type's neck was snapped in the wide jaws.
evan could almost feel himself turn green. in his life he has seen some pretty harsh things, some he had even been a part of, but this...this was something else. 'oh god' he repeated the words in his mind that deanna was saying as she ran up to the now dead pokemon. he wasn't sure what he was feeling right now. sick was a word for it. his eyes turned to the rest of the group, mainly on basil, to see if someone had something to say. but as quickly as he looked over at them, he turned around just as fast. no. he was done. when deanna finished her call and told them to keep moving, evan didn't hesitate twice and moved right after her, refusing to look at the body or hear the crunching noises.
[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
everything about this situation is infuriating. it seems that whatever could go wrong had, and whenever they were given the opportunity to fix their fuck ups they had made matters worse. he was to blame for some of it, a good twenty five percent at most; which is quite generous if he were to say so himself. at least he hadn’t been the one to call their guide a bitch, though he was mildly disappointed it didn’t slip out before hand. if he had, surely evan would have punched him and not just given him that stern glare; and for that he counted his blessing. or at least the few he was able to scrape up.
he stands there simply staring in the direction his poochyena ran to, losing sight of the canines shape in the darkness soon after the thing took off. there was no point in trying to find it with his eyes, and really he didn’t want to. not after the stunt it just pulled and the fact that now, void of that annoying mutt, he was without a pokemon until he found the thing dying in some hole. he’s still angry -- infuriated rather -- but at a stage where he no longer cares. the dog wasn’t doing much to the lairon with its unguided attacks (and at most she was just angering the thing more), so having her gone was the same as having her there for him.
to say he had forgotten about basil wouldn’t be too far from a lie. surely he couldn’t ignore the huge presence of his pokemon a few feet from him, but with time passing and an opportunity gone to attack it noah had already deemed the boy useless. he already was sure they would take this as a loss and (god forbid) rely on the ranger so unwilling to help them. but then it happens. he watches, takes his eyes off the tunnel his pokemon ran into, and witnesses the gliscor attack the lairon. there’s a snap, something that sends a quick shiver down his spine. he doesn’t look down at what might have splattered on his already dirty clothes, knows that seeing would do nothing but make matters worse; so he closes his eyes.
he’s not disgusted, nor is he scared or sympathetic. he’s just angry. angry that basil didn’t do this five minutes ago when the fucking thing had been held down, before their pokemon had gotten hurt and their so called distraction was turned to shit; angry that now he had to go look for his annoying starter because evan would bitch at him until he did; angry that the ranger didn’t just calm the fucking thing down so they wouldn’t have had to go through this; and angry that he even agreed to join these idiots on this bullshit adventure.
his eyes open when the ranger begins to vocalize words that aren’t a mantra of ‘oh god’s -- and he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. he follows behind evan when he begins to walk, glancing at the corpse they bypassed before staring off ahead. “see, if you would have helped us before with that issue the thing wouldn’t have died.” it’s probably a lie, basils pokemon was insane; but still, the possibility that the outcome would have been different if she had did her job was still present. “but, what do i know. here i thought rangers handled things like that.”
[attr="class","zv3"]lvl 5 poochyena, dark (run away) tackle -- howl -- play rough
[attr="class","sv3"] This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
It's said one should prepare for the worst, but expect the best. A statement that Miles has tried to believe in time and time again. It allowed for an open mind, and an open heart. It allowed him to move through life getting rid of any baggage he had with relative ease. Of course he's still done things he can't turn a blind eye to things that will follow him forever, but for the most part this mindset allowed him to get his life back on track in a sense.
And so far it was working, he'd met a cute girl he really liked a set of four friends that seemed relatively cool, and a small team of pokemon that were growing stronger by the day. He's been moving with an aura that'd be so unfamiliar to him that people from his past were more than unlikely to recognize the Miles from today.
Perhaps it was stress from the battle, or stress from Elijah and a lifestyle he tries so hard to leave behind, or just maybe watching a pokemon die in one of the most brutal ways imaginable changed him. Caused him to regress into the man he was a year or two prior to this journey. The man he'd been attempting to recreate at the wish of a deceased loved one.
His eyes are hazy at this point fixed on the carcass of the deceased Lairon. He can hear the ranger attempting to gather everyone attempting to hold it together, he can hear Evan's footsteps moving to follow the woman, but still he doesn't move. This was, his fault. He told Basil to use 'that move', not realizing how powerful the attack was even after seeing it once before.
Sola seems confused, not entirely realizing what'd just happened. She'd caused pokemon to faint before never having got this reaction, or perhaps lack of one from him before. In a couple of hours the steel pokemon would wake up again, healed and hopefully calm that was how this worked. She didn't see what was so different this time around. And so she innocently tries to pull her trainer onward. He remains solid, solid like the Lairon his blood having gone cold.
It isn't until /that/ man speaks, in his typical wiseass attitude that elicits a response from the stone man. Said response is vociferous to say the least. He wastes no time immediately swinging at the man, his dominant hand crossing the black haired man's jaw with as much force as he can put into it before grabbing him by the collar. "Not the fucking time slick." His voice is quiet more of a hiss than anything else. He can't help but think how proud "stomp" jenkins would be if she were here. Putting fuckboys in their place was typically her job but sometimes substitutes were necessary. After all taking down fuckboys was an obligation. "You're right, 'What the fuck do you know?' Seeing as you don't know fucking anything apparently maybe you should keep your happy ass quiet." He refuses to let go of the man Red eyes clashing with blue, "At least until we find your fucking pokemon." He's shaking with anger now Sola can't help but watch terrified of her trainer now never having seen such anger before.
As bad as it sounded, Basil wasn't too surprised about Scar killing the Lairon. Ever since he evolved, Scar was quick to utilize the full extent of his power whenever he was in a battle. If it meant the opponent's death, then so be it; after all, it was their fault for challenging him in the first place. Grinning maniacally as the wonderful sound of snapping bones and spurting blood filled his large, pointed eyes, the eight foot tall Gliscor flared his wings and flew back towards his trainer. He landed next to Basil with a heavy thud and eagerly awaited praise and approval. Basil looked up at the giant bat and stared quietly for a moment or two before speaking up. "... Scar. You -- ... you didn't have to kill that Pokemon," he informed. Blinking twice, the Gliscor looked over his shoulder, eyeing the Lairon's carcass. He then looked back at Basil and shrugged his broad shoulders as if to say "Sorry, the fucking thing was going to kill all of you."
Now, everyone was starting to lose their minds. Getting increasingly agitated, Basil rubbed his forehead with the pads of his fingers and quietly followed after Deanna. He didn't bother getting in between Miles and Noah; they wouldn't listen to him anyways. Scar lagged behind purposefully and slyly made his way over towards the dead Lairon. He flashed his white, shark-like teeth in a ravenous smile and was just about to take a gaping bite out of the deceased Pokemon before ...
"NO."
It was stern, firm and one hundred percent serious. Scar's head shot up, his large, yellow eyes zeroing in on Basil, staring back at him. Growling in disappointment, the Gliscor reluctantly left his to-be lunch alone and continued to walk side-by-side with Basil.
Man, that was going to be a free lunch for him too. "Ranger Deanna, I'm sorry for ... what happened." he spoke, polite and genuine.
she ignores whatever sharp jabs the guy has to make at her, because even if it hurts a little she can't be bothered to reply back. it's then that another started a scuffle, and she breathes, gesturing wildly to let him down.
"h-hey, he's right. let's just go." she says. at least the owner of the gliscor is sorry. "it's okay. it's just an accident." she says, shooting him a weak grin.
she stops next to a wall in the cave. she observes it carefully. "a floating signpost, advises to watch your young, during damp seasons. what am i?"
the group hits a wall! solve the riddle
THE ROUND ENDS 24 HOURS FROM THIS POST Miles Serran rolls an 2! miles has 24 points
[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
maybe he should have cared more about what happened, let the fact that they just witnessed a death sink in, allow his annoyance to fade and realize his pokemon was hurt and alone somewhere in the cave system. if he had taken a moment he might have felt as stunned as the rest, maybe hints of sorrow would come forth too -- but he didn’t wait, didn’t spare the body a second glance once a part of their group went forth. a pokemons death is a sad thing but to noah it was just another unnamed accident he just so happened to witness. it wasn’t like it was his or it had helped them in anyway; honestly, all the larion had done was cause them problems. of course, it didn’t permit a death but still there was nothing to be done now.
he isn’t expecting miles to react like he does, to feel the boys first slam against his jaw -- have his feet falter in step before coming forward to where the redhead drags him. the first thing he feels is his jaw, how it hurts and the way he tries to move it against the pain to return it to normal; how no matter the first, second, fourth time he does so the pain is just right there. then he’s annoyed at the grip against him -- no, angered; far worse than simple annoyance -- at the pubescent redhead gripping at his collar and holding him there. he hears what he says, reads the tone it carries when it hisses from his lips; and god, how he doesn’t care about a single word being said.
his eyes are narrow, staring back at those red eyes that are far too different -- far too irritating -- than the ones he loves. in moment after miles stops his rambling noah scoffs, averts his eyes to the side to see their guide trying to coax the boy to let him go; then in another he turns his attention on miles again. his hands grip the wrists of the boy holding his collar, digging his nails into the boys skin. before he can push -- pull away from his grip or let go of his own -- he slams his head forward, colliding it with front of miles face. if it hits it’ll hurt him, though far less than the redhead; and really, noah didn’t care at all.
“let go of me.” he ignores the question the ranger says, something about a signpost and seasons from what he last caught. it doesn’t seem important. none of this did. it was all just petty nonsense wrapped together in a cute little tour guide gone straight to hell. “if you’re really that worked up over that things death than i suggest you go back there and do something about it rather than stay here and bitch.”
[attr="class","zv3"]lvl 5 poochyena, dark (run away) tackle -- howl -- play rough
wow it's been two days cil im so sorry also we're like the worst team pls leave us
[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
[attr="class","nv3"] @errbody okay to be fair i was gone like most of the weekend. also two days late haha wooooooo
[attr="class","mv"]
[attr="class","mv1"]"sasha!" evan called forward into the darkness of the cave as they continued walking. they had no idea where the poochyena had ran off to. for all they knew, she could have been attacked by another pokemon somewhere. "sasha!" he was worried about the tiny dog and she could easily get into trouble considering how hyperactive she was. glancing around the cave, he sighed when he saw no signs of her and prepared to call out again. noah's words stopped him and he sighed in agitation at the mocking he was doing at the ranger. was this really the time? he knew noah was blunt and didn't give a care about how his words affect other people. but now was definitely not the time to use that trait.
"noah would you cut-" his words are cut off when suddenly miles lunged forward and rammed his fist into noah's jaw. evan watched with wide eyes as miles went off on the brunette, clearly shaking with anger at the other's words. "hey! cut it out!" he noticed the ranger to the side gesturing for them to stop but evan didn't want to wait. he wanted them to stop now. while he wasn't quick enough to stop noah from headbutting the other redhead in the face, he quickly stepped in between them to prevent whatever fight was going to break out. "would you two stop it and grow the fuck up?" his hands landed on their shoulders and tried to shove them apart, looking between them in annoyance. "there are bigger things going on right now then you two going at it like you're still in fucking school. get over yourselves and calm the fuck down."
he didn't want to hear if they said anything next. honestly he was tired, irritable, and all he wanted to do was sleep for the next couple of days. this tour was turning out to be more than any of them bargained for. now everyone was on edge and there was nothing he could do about it. his hand reached and grabbed noah by his wrist, grabbing on whether the man wanted to break loose or not. he looked up and gave noah a glare that clearly read he was pissed and upset and he was pretty close to decking him across the face right now too.
at the ranger's next comment, evan turned and looked at the wall that was in front of them. with one last look at noah, he walked forward to stand by the ranger and basil to leave the two idiots to whatever the hell they wanted. the riddle they had to answer was strange but he had a feeling he knew what it was. "drifloon right? the pokemon drifloon that is rumored to carry away children?" he looked at the others to see if they shared the same knowledge.
"nice job." deanna says, subtly clicking a button in her pocket. she leads the rest of them down the cave and keeps going regardless. she could have left them already, but that's not honorable. but if some of the group happens to not follow her, she wouldn't notice.
it's then that sudden torren of water comes out from the darkness from an unknown pokemon. deanna points in the general direction that the water comes from. she knows full well what it is, but she plays into the role anyways.
"just dont kill it, please."
the group ENCOUNTERS AN UNKNOWN POKEMON! DEFEAT THE POKEMON!
THE ROUND ENDS 24 HOURS FROM THIS POST Miles Serran does not roll! miles has 24 points
[attr="class","sv3"] This is a candied world, and it spreads like fire. When it devours me I call the burning 'fun', but I never really was the purist one. Though I try to cleanse my soul with every sun. And I just get deeper in the same shit but doesn't everyone? Close my eyes and play along.
The return isn't unexpected but painful none the less. He loses his grip reeling back more than he'd like an underlying headache coming into full focus now. He knows the wound it'll bruise more than he'd like, but still he maintains his gaze. He can feel his body pulsate. Ready for what always happened next. Falling back into habits he once thought discarded, but you never truly forget how to ride a bike. His fists tighten further his left foot forward slides on the stone ever so slightly as he prepares to take a stance. The heaviness of his clothes begins to weigh on the red haired man. His eyes fiery with something akin to disdain burning deep within. Despite this he finds himself weary and they've barely started this adventure of theirs.
The other red head preaches some self righteous shit he really isn't trying to hear right now, knowing he himself just did the same. Hypocrite or no he's still focused on the taller black haired man, ready to throw hands. Even when the woman tells him to stop he's too far gone to really consider it. No, the only thing that causes him to back away is the scared bug cowering now it's burning body shining in the shadows of the cave. Anger remains, but he knows he's gone too far. He slides a pokeball out returning the larva back to its ball. He knows any kind of trust the two had prior was broken, especially this early into their journey. He shoves his fists into his pocket turning away from the blue eyed man. "Dependable my ass." he laments aloud. His footsteps are harsher as he moves on quickly losing himself in his thoughts as the group continues on. He hears something of a riddle, but it's apparent he has no opinion to give. Thus the other red head answers, something about a pokemon spiriting children away, he doesn't know regardless.
The group remains silent as they continue on still truly processing what'd happened thus far, he himself still far too angry to interact with the rest of the group. They're attacked with water the blast barely missing him this time around. He's not much in the mood for the rest of this adventure and so he steps up to the plate now ignoring any allies in his way. A pokeball drops releasing a large electric lizard. "Thunder." his tone is harsh causing the pokemon concern, but electric currents gather around the pokemon's frills regardless before a powerful lightning strike is blasted into the darkness. He watches the blast of electricity fire into the darkness, the battle being a more than decent distraction for him.
Notes: -Called Heliolisk -Used Thunder at the unknown target
[attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling.
[attr="class","nv3"] @errbody DON'T JUDGE HIS HOPPIP OKAY IT'S TRYING
[attr="class","mv"]
[attr="class","mv1"]the wall opened up and evan sighed in relief that the answer was correct. the others seemed to be quiet and he couldn't blame them for it. after the almost fight that happened and the death of the lairon, everyone was still a little on edge. he looked back at their group before looking forward, making sure to see if anyone decided to stay behind rather than join them still. this tour was starting out to be a pain.
a spray of water narrowly missed the group and evan moved away just in time. they were already covered in mud and being drenched in water was not going to help them in the slightest. he turned to look into the direction where deanna was pointing and pulled out a pokeball in order to help. he saw miles already starting to attack the thing but wanted to help regardless in the chance that this pokemon was stronger than the other they fought.
"hey um..." he looked at the pokeball in his hand and watched as the small hoppip popped out of the red light. the hoppip floated in the air and waited to see what would happen. he was ready for a fight finally. "um...try to help out? i know you can't do much but anything is fine...i guess..." he forgot the hoppip didn't know any attacks. maybe it could help even as a distraction. too bad the poor thing didn't know any attack moves. the hoppip floated over towards the direction of the pokemon and moved its bottom back and forth, using tail whip to lower its defense.
the bidoof faints quickly. deanna focuses her flashlight on the distant sign. "don't goof with the...bidoof." she croaks. deanna faintly realizes that it's b, for bidoof. wow, how lame. the organizers couldn't think of any other pokemon to put? she beckons the group past. the entrance outside leads to the other side of the beach, near the city. she ignores the conversation behind her. this group is so chaotic, this job sucks. she's quick to lead them out. they've completed the exploration.
"thanks...i had fun." she lies, and with a final wave leaves them to finish their journey at the gift shop.
bidoof♀ - level 015 - moody moveset: aqua tail*, growl, tackle, defense curl, roll out
bidoof faints! each pokemon gains 1 level
the group clears the cave! everyone gets 4pd for completing this exploration you may continue posting or claim your thread
