Dungeon Roleplay

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Plague lvl 44
HP	153/153
XP	0/5941
Hunger	95/100
Thirst	93/100
Moves:

Morning | Edges of the Vale (1)

Never figure out how people get up early and still have the energy to do what they need.
The Umbreon hybrid moped as he trudged along the path, not particularly caring if he was late for the quest he had signed up for.
I didn't sign up for this. He growled, annoyed at his Seekers' zeal for the wee hours. His thoughts wandered to this mysterious new being he was going to meet. He had only met him once, and it was just to set up his dorm. Upon seeing him the first time, he knew immediately that he was one to not fool about. His attire was pressed and clean, and very sharp. His blonde hair was slickly set back and his shoes shone in the light. Plague glanced down at his own feet; a strange mix that was neither fox nor human, that couldn't possibly support the need for shoes. He vaguely wished to feel the sensation of wearing shoes. The transformation had him still overwhelmed but strangely content. He liked standing higher. He even liked the feeling of wearing clothes. Giratina, the lord of this land and the other, was gracious enough to supply a large assortment of clothes he could pick from, and he chose to his liking.

Giratina.
He hadn't come into contact with this legendary creature of mystery directly, but Mycroft had filled him in on how he was brought here and that others would join him. He had also told him that it was Giratina, the great dragon of darkness that had drawn him here. Plague couldn't fathom why the legend would want him of all creatures, and a ball of anxiety began to lump in his chest.

"Oh, so you finally decided to come around."

The voice was familiar. He looked up out of his thoughts to see the sharp-dressed feline, standing rather uncomfortably under an apple tree. His body straightened in response and greeting, but before he could say anything, the terse Seeker scolded him. "Did you take a brisk stroll through the town before you decided to show up?" Plagues' ears fell back against his head in irritation, choosing the least insulting of the thoughts floating through his head. "It's too early." But the feline didn't seem to mind him, and quickly threw a water bottle his way. The fox quickly caught it and looked at it quizzically.

"That's yours. I would suggest drinking it only if you need to; it's all we got for now. And grab an apple."
Glancing up at the tree through his mask, his red eyes found one hanging low enough to jump and grab. With a quick leap, he grabbed the hanging fruit and, after a quick glance over for any worm-holes, he stuffed it in his small gray knap-sack. "So where do we start?" He asked the two-tailed cat, catching up to his sharp-toed stride. "You don't happen to climb trees, do you?" He mused, half-teasing the cat.