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Ohh Myer- Briggs eh? I was thinking of making a topic like this a while back, I love personality tests~! INTJ here, though it's a 10% preference of Judging over Perceiving xD

Well, Darklight, Ark and K_H have their characters traveling in a group, having meet up in the cave earlier- they're on floor 3 if I'm not mistaken. K_H's PC just fell through a pitfall trap onto the next floor and located Torrent, a NPC of the Seacrest Castle. My PC is on floor 2 stalking them and I think your PC just got onto floor 2.

Octavia was silent as she eyed the skull simmering in the mixture, as soon as she caught a glimpse at it, her scythe was drawn and out. She was completely transfixed on the monster before the group as it shed it's false skin. Her knuckles were bone white as she gripped the handle, the end with the blade angled towards the ground, though, there was a faint shake. The majority of it was anger, she was absolutely seething, that was certainly clear with a short glance to her direction. It took every shred of her will not to lunge forward to attack and quite possibly getting herself killed in the process. Well, perhaps not every shred- there was some hesitation. Fear. For her life and for her comrades. Every cell in her body was shouting at her to leave, turn and run... This creature... beast, demon, it was not from this world, it didn't have even a shred of humanity, and it stood before them, exuding such an aura of maliciousness. Even more so, it, what ever it was, it stood challenging them even with such a disadvantage, being outnumbered to this extent, it had to be quite strong- did they even have a chance or was it just foolishly arrogant? Octavia stood, examining it and trying to determine the game plan from here on out. She couldn't fight sufficiently indoors, especially not in such a tight group. They shoud go outdoors so they could fully utilize they fact that they completely outnumbered it. Or maybe not... Wings like that, it would be able to fly and probably launch attacks from above, they wouldn't be able to hit it- especially without magic now, so perhaps this was good that it was trapped indoors? Was it trapped or could it just burst through the roof? Then with such large wings, they were going to have fun trying to get in closer quarters, weren't they? Also, how was it going to attack? Did it breath fire or something? That would be fun. SSSSSSSSSSSS The smoke bomb went off. Assuming that it was a diversion for a more dangerous bomb, she steeled her nerves and readied herself.

Well, point certainly proven. Octavia thought to herself, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the creepy kid. Aaron may not be the best person to be the leader of this resistance, but... that doesn't prove anything in regards to whether or not this guy here should be trusted, it could almost be called irrelevant. Her eyes flickered to Aaron before returning to the pot of mystery substances in front of the group. How does he know our names though, she thought, thoroughly on guard at this point. Octavia had to resist the urge to grab the handle of her scythe, instead keeping her hands at her side as she stood; she didn't want to indicate how suspicious she actually was at this point. That is something a god might know, but still not impossible to know otherwise, seeing at how Muya had similar knowledge before. She took a few steps back to at least get a bit of space in case of a fight, seeing at how a few of her comrades had their weapons drawn. Why would he give the Alpha and Omega to Aaron in the first place if he would later collect them? That doesn't add up.

Octavia entered the room as the others did as well, somewhat startled by the sudden shout, though not surprised to see the reason for it was another person in the house. She didn't say anything upon entering, seeing at how the others had already voiced her thoughts, so she stood, eying the pot and the kid tending it curiously.

Octavia followed after the group, side stepping away from the entrance so that the others could enter quicker. Her fingers hovered by the handle of her scythe, though it would probably be difficult to use it indoors, if there was indeed someone else inside, as Aaron just said.

Alistair was leaning against the the wall of a corridor just around the corner of where the others talked and got acquainted, listening to their words and catching his breath from the running. He was compelled to go and see what was going on when he heard the sounds of a fight, but since it was not his business, he didn't join and stayed out of sight. Due to the events of the last floor, Alistair decided to be a bit more cautious in terms of who he should contact. They aren't native from here and as far as I can gather, and it seems like they too are planning to clear this dungeon, so we have a common goal... Grabbing a pebble from the ground, he toyed with it as he did his thoughts. Did one of them mention something about an Exploration Castle too? Then is that what Arceus meant earlier when he said he'd leave us in the care of the Castle leaders? So I guess they should be fine to work with, right? Coming to those conclusions, Alistair decided that he'd talk to them soon, but he'd continue listening for now.

Damn I know the feel... I have a back/ forward button on my mouse ;-;

Check out the YouTuber VSauce. He has some really good videos of this subject.

Well then. After taking several turns and passing through some rooms, Alistair came to the conclusion that he had taken a wrong turn back from where he started. He was now positive that this path lead to a dead end as it opened up into a room with a Pokemon sleeping in the back left corner, a Kingler, if he was not mistaken. Whoever it is, they should be able to help... He figured, approaching. "Excuse m..." he started, but he soon fell silent as the water type opened it's eyes. Alistair had never recalled looking into eyes that exuded such a intimidating glare- and he wished that he never had. "You're in my room." the Kingler said flatly, words dripping with a cold venom. She certainly was not in a good mood, was she? "I-" He took a few steps back as he was interrupted. He had a feeling that he should get going- this was not going to end well.... "You also woke me up!" She was shouting now. Letting out a battle cry as her claws glowed with a silver light (Metal claw) she lunged forward. Alistair scrambled back furiously, narrowly avoiding being hit, though he immediately recognized that he was in no position to fight- at all- for obvious reasons. He certainly didn't waste time implementing plan 'B', as he turned tail -literally now- and ran. "Sorry!" He called out, making a beeline towards the exit of the room and was soon following his old tracks to where he started. "Oh no you don't!" screamed his pursuer, pausing to send a spray of bubbles (bubblebeam) after him and resuming immediately after. The bubbles hit surprisingly hard, and Alistair was sent flying forward, though he had no time to take a minute to gather his wits and he kept running. He didn't look back to see if he was still being chased or not but he kept running, passing the room he started in and heading through the other path. Of all the places to place me... Thanks Arceus. Thanks. Soon he came across a room with stairs in the back. It seemed there was a recent fight there, seeing at how there were many scuff marks in the ground and a Pokemon knocked out against the wall. Alistair contemplated trying to help him but he didn't want to risk getting hit again by those bubbles- he couldn't take another shot and it was a miracle he was still standing. It was a relatively straight forward cave and it wouldn't take long for him to be found if he was still being chased. Assuming the stairs took him somewhere else, he took them.

Attonbitus... more irony.

What the... Alistair opened his eyes and sat up, surveying his surroundings, at a loss as to what was going on. That dream a few minutes ago felt so real, impossibly so for the quality of his usual dreams, but that wasn't a usual dream, was it? He had just woken up in a cave, a heavily shaded, cold, damp and overall miserable looking cave. Note to self... lay off the energy drinks and caffeine at night... Alistair stood up, feeling a vaguely familiar weight on his shoulder and he didn't need to look before it registered in his mind. A hand flew to his face and he soon outstretched it in front of him, examining it curiously, and then the rest of his new body. So then, that was not a dream. I really am... I see... Alistair reached into the bag with what felt like his normal hand, though it was green and a lot shorter- certainly not human. Feeling around for the contents he found, as suspected, the crystal orb that turned him into an Axew, what felt like a badge and a roll of paper that he recalled to be a 'wonder map'. He took a few steps back and sat against the wall of the cave, paying more attention to the specifics of where he was, noting that the room was relatively square in shape, with two paths, each on opposite ends of the room. After this, however, Alistair closed his eyes, trying to draw back every detail of information from when he was taken out of his bedroom and dropped into a room of endless darkness, along with several other kids vaguely his age. Well then, I suppose I should get going, best not to sit here and turn into a skeleton before starting on this 'quest' that was mentioned. This ought to be fun. He stood up and took a deep breath of the humid and somewhat musky air, before walking though the tunnel on his left.

Yeah xD Safely in numbers~!

If you could hear me laugh right now you would be even more disturbed