The Bedsheets, Interior
*Nope, no, they've noticed me, shit. You're a tiny fucking lizard trying to be inconspicuous, PJ, how is that so goddamn hard?*
PJ: "Please don't worry about me. I'm fine. I'll be fine. I'm gonna be fine."
*After a few seconds, their concern manages to actually sink in. I don't want to bother them with my own bullshit or anything, but... No, the situation's settling, everyone's coming down off of that, Eliot's right next to me (and that rabbit guy too, what did he call himself? Royal?), it's going to be fine. It is actually going to be fine. Take a minute, take a minute...*
PJ: "...S-sorry."
Samael: "Right, just let me know when you've all recuperated and are all set to-"
???: "I can hear you all out there, you know!"
*Suddenly, from beyond the stone doors comes a deep, booming voice with a weird, slimy sort of used car salesman undertone to it. I tug even harder on my ear as a whimper escapes my lips. It's going to be fine, goddammit, don't let anything convince you otherwise...*
Samael: "O-oh, Master Lucifuge! I'm terribly sorry, this group wishes to have an audience with you, but we might need a minute before-"
Lucifuge: "That's nice, Sammy, but I'd appreciate it if you could open the door while the night's still young. I know we may be dead and all, but time is still money, kid."
*An anxious grimace worms its way onto Samael's face for a moment before he responds.*
Samael: "Yes, of course, Master Lucifuge." *He looks back down at our group with a bit of remorse.* "Well, never mind that, then. I'm terribly sorry, but I can't keep the master waiting..."
Are you ready? Go live!The Bedsheets
Seeing that Eliot and PJ are now.. comforting each other? Breaking down together? Mila isn't exactly sure what they're doing over there, but seeing as though they're preoccupied, she moves away to give them space and turns towards the individual they're here for in the first place. She's admittedly a bit surprised that he was in the first place that they looked, but she's not about to complain— especially since she thinks she can hear rain outside. She does not feel like going back into the darkness right now.
"Can we get this door open, or are we going to have a conversation between several inches of rock?"
Edited by Cabe_Bedlam on Apr 2nd 2020 at 5:40:09 AM
I need to update these things more oftenPhyllis and Angelo's
I step up and into their house where I'm certainly presented with something I haven't exactly seen before. Their house is almost like a...like a pond. Now understand, I've been in other buildings since arriving in this world, and although most reminded me of Middle Ages-Medieval Times construction, certainly none of that could've prepared me for this. It's certainly different, but oddly enough, I like it.
Well..nice place you've got. I think you've done pretty good here.
Edited by Team42Larson on Apr 2nd 2020 at 8:46:56 AM
June 27thBedsheets
You know, I'd be fine with just discussing things from out here. (I remark with a light chuckle. Okay, that was a stupid thing to say.)
Well, let's get this over with... (Delilah says.)
Silversand
Oh, thank you! Phyllis's great grandparents built it years ago. (Angelo says as he drops into a tiny pond of water in the living room.)
(Phyllis has a seat beside Angelo as well.) Now park yer butts somewhere and let's talk about what's troublin' youse guys' minds, alright? (She says.)
Yeah, Ma. (Marsha says, sitting down across from her parents.) You wanna start, Marly?
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Phyllis and Angelo's
Right, where do I begin...while we were on Harnicara, we met this Armaldo named Soten. Obviously considering at that time we had to go and deal with that crazy Vespiquen...we teamed up with him. Even though I only knew him for a few days at most, I already felt like he was a father figure...someone I could actually look up to.
I sigh and regain my breathing a bit.
Before I could say anything like that to him, he and the others went out to a glade close to where the inn we were at, because some of L'Arcachel's lackeys were there. He didn't come back.
I sigh again.
Ever since, I've been really wanting to just find the Pokémon that I could call parental figures, or really mentor figures, people I could look up to since I know I'll never see my real parents again. And, odd as it sounds, I thought of you two as those figures. Do you get what I'm trying to say?
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June 27th(Thank goodness it's over, I was about to step in myself. The last thing I need is a reminder of the last days of Asguardia.)
"Well then, let's see this'll end." I state with a tone indicating that I'm done waiting.
Edited by Malfar on Apr 3rd 2020 at 4:50:31 AM
I make my own fate! (When I'm not fighting for Hoshido or Nohr.)Bedsheets
(I'm sorry, but who is he to definitively state that we should all go in, no questions asked? He literally just joined us less than an hour ago.) Uh, dude, I think it's fine if they just wait out here. We can just tell them how things went down when we come back out. (I tell Dylan. Man, I'm still not sure if I'm ready to go in there already myself...)
(I look over to PJ and Eliot.) Are you guys gonna want anyone to stay out here with you or something? (I ask them.)
Silversand
(Phyllis and Angelo listen to Marlon's story, getting visibly concerned upon learning what happened to Soten and exchanging glances from time to time. When Marlon is finished, Phyllis looks back at Marlon and Marsha.)
Wow, I di'nt have any idea the two of yas and yer pals went t'rough stuff like THAT. (Phyllis says.)
Yeahs...it was some crazy stuff... (Marsha says.)
(Phyllis looks at Marlon.) Hey, I get what yas are sayin', and I'll say that we both might have stuff goin' on, but Angelo 'n I will always be heres in town if ya ever need anythin', capiche?
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Phyllis and Angelo's
My expression falters only momentarily before picking right back up as they agree to pretty much be my mentors.
Oh...thank you, honestly thank you both for that. Hoenstly it was a very rough go of it the last several days before we decided to break from our adventures. With that out of the way, here's the first thing I need help with.
I shift a bit, making the cast more visible.
I...let's just say, I got hurt pretty badly while we were still going up against that wackjob Vespiquen. Then after that happened, we got sent in to stop a Gorebyss...who, by the way, captured Goobert and made him one of her slaves...now, while we did save him, I let myself go right in, trying to act like a hero I'm order to save the day, without thinking about my own health. Of which almost cost me dearly, as when we got back to Foxfell after all of that (which is another story in of itself), the doctor discovered I'd roughed my leg up even more. I actually had to have a procedure done on it. And ever since then, I've been trying to figure out my limits. I haven't figured too much into it besides the obvious. So I ask you guys, how exactly can I exhibit my own limits while still trying to balance leading our group?
June 27thSilversand
Well, yas can start by just bein' careful that ya don't put yerself in a position where you'll actually get HURT. (Phyllis says.) I mean, ya hurt yer leg, yas'll probably hafta avoid gettin' all up in front in fightin' for a while.
Well, we did kinda already work that out, Ma. (Marsha says.)
Oh, gotchas. (Phyllis says.) Still though, findin' out what exactly yer limits are and adjustin' to 'em would still help.
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Phyllis and Angelo's
Right, of course, I'm already trying to consider adjusting to statue moves but I'm not even sure if that'll help much. I still want to be as effective in fights as I can but I don't want to be standing still 95% of the time. Actually, would you happen to know any doctor in town here that'd be of the most help in my case? Feel like I need to get another opinion on how far along I am with this.
June 27thThe Bedsheets, Interior
*The stone doors slowly spread apart by way of Dylan's psychic powers, until two massive shadowy hands slip through, gripping the edges of the door.*
Lucifuge: "Alright, fine, I'll get it!"
*The hands push the doors apart in a matter of seconds before slithering back into the opulent chamber that the doors once hid. It's a far cry from the rest of the Bedsheets; it's spacious, lit by burning braziers, and the walls are lined with intricate carvings and touches of gold and silver. On the far end of the room is a short set of stairs, only a few steps, which lead up to a stone table resembling an altar. Behind this altar table is a golden sarcophagus, fitting into an indent in the wall designed just for it. It's not just any sarcophagus, though, it's a Cofagrigus, staring at our group with his stark red eyes. He then speaks, and any questions we may have about the Cofagrigus's identity are answered in an instant.*
Lucifuge: "A little impatient, are we?"
*Samael enters the room first, addressing the Cofagrigus's remark.*
Samael: "I'm terribly sorry, Master Lucifuge, I should have-"
Lucifuge: "Oh, Sammy, you don't need to apologize! I like negotiating with folks who've got gusto like this."
*Another shadowy hand slips out from Lucifuge's golden body, beckoning to us.*
Lucifuge: "Come on in now, don't be shy! It'll be much easier to chat if we don't have to shout at each other, know what I'm saying?"
*As Lucifuge invites us in, I get back up on my feet. Deep breaths, PJ, it'll be okay...*
PJ: "I'm good, I think I'll be good now." *I look up at the gang, eyes darting between Goobert and Eliot for a sec.* "Should- should I come with? Should I hang out here? I dunno what I should do now."
Are you ready? Go live!Bedsheets
(At least the guy himself sounds friendly. Maybe I can drum up enough courage to go in there after all. Delilah sure doesn't seem afraid to go into his...office?)
(And it seems like PJ's working up the gumption to go in, too. What might help him, though?) Maybe you could ride on someone's head or shoulder going in there? Would that help? (I suggest.)
Silversand
Oh, there are plenty of doctors in the hospital here! (Angelo says.) Though Dr. Star's friend Dr. Theo would probably be the most help. He's checked up on injured legs longer than Marsha has been alive!
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"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Phyllis and Angelo's
So it's a Doctor Theo I need to be getting into contact with tomorrow morning...got it. Whoever he is I know he's going to give me the most accurate answer to the growing conundrum that my leg is likely in better shape than I or the doctor from Foxfell suspected.
Alrighty...thanks for the heads-up. If this Theo can give me the most straightforward answer I've been looking for on this issue then I'll be happy. And also, mind if the two of us stay here while we're in town?
June 27thBedsheets Ruins
(So we finally meet face to face. Who knew I'd make two deals for money in one day? Let's hope he doesn't want me to kill someone like the last one. Once is already enough. I walk forward, keeping my eyes on the Coffin.)
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra

Bedsheets
(I'm still trying to get my nerves back down after getting startled so badly, and seeing everyone else on edge in one way or another kind of makes me feel like taking a minute would be a good idea, too.) M-...Maybe having a minute to compose ourselves would help?
Silversand
Huh, guess that's one thing this world has in common with that one... (Phyllis muses.)
(Before too long, the Guilfords' house comes into view.) Well, we're heres! Let's get inside. (Phyllis says, opening up the door for everyone else.)
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."