Savior and the Hopeless // A-ya + C-ta // Dungeon Event
21. Walk into a mist. (determine what the mist does by generating a number from 1 to 5: 1.paralyze 2.poison 3.confuses 4.puts to sleep 5.burns)
A-ya had felt a nagging mixture of fatigue and annoyance as he continued scaling the walls of this maze-like dungeon. His exploration seemed to have gotten him hopelessly and utterly lost. There was no way that he could find his way back in a maze like this Slurring curses towards the heavens over the dungeon itself, the Shedinja pressed a soft hand against the cold stone walls. Only a slight feeling of becoming overwhelmed as a fog seemed to mask the ground beneath his feet.
Considering it all now, it would have been much smarter to have been accompanied by an ally. Possibly someone who had the means for navigation, or at least someone competent in tough situations- a person he could depend on. A-ya's mind was only wandering as far as his legs couldn't take him. The labyrinth's turns seemed endless, drawing on and on and on. It was beginning to make him feel rather weak and exhausted. Just miles upon miles of stone walls without another creature or landmark to be found.
Nauseating- that's what it felt like. To the extent of bending over and vomiting all of the contents of his stomach. It was either the atmosphere, or perhaps the mist that crowded around him. It was making the air pungent and hard to allow a person to inhale. But the feeling quickly worsened, and his stomach twisted in a series of knots, tightening themselves further and further. It was even hard to swallow hard to numb down the pain even a little. It was rather sudden, and A-ya couldn't help but wincing in pain. His body twitching and shaking with the sudden reaction his body was having.
What the hell was going on anyway? The pain seemed to burn and force his muscles to scream and ache back at him. And as he pressed his shoulder against the cold walls for support, he let out a soft groan escape him. It sounded tortured- such as that of a dog ran over and using the last of it's strength to crawl towards the safer side. And as his body reacted and ached- he seemed to alternate between heat strokes and freezing strokes. None of it made any sort of sense, it just left him feeling tortured by a cruel God- if that's what you would call it.
In these last few moments, he couldn't hold himself up right. A rather forced gasp was drawn from his lungs and weaved into the mist. It took said breath from him and as quickly as it had appeared- it disappeared and withdrew from him. But the effects still lasted and his legs could no longer support him. With only the support from the wall- he slid down against it and curled around himself against the ground. Tucking his knees into his chest- he was attempted to make himself as small as possible.... As if by doing so the pain would leave him.
As consciousness began to slip, his red eyes scanned the surrounding area. For now, he seemed safe to attempt to get over this sudden ailment. The mist now gone without a single trace of ever being there. It faded away and left him alone for what seemed like death for quite a while. This pain was torture and he winced- pushing back any tears that formed. This pain was, much too intense.
His body kept trembling. Shaking with no control from him and it continued without him thinking. He hardly felt his skin crawl, or his fingers twitch and shake in front of him. Tears now obstructing his view, he finds himself staring at the blurred vision of a figure moving towards him. Oh let it be the opposite of a hostile creature.
At least give me that mercy..
