Bustershoot Blitz (Basalt Halls, Room One Rough Draft)
“Ah man… This room is falling apart worse than the last one we came through. I don’t like this.” The Blastoise said, eyeing the crumbling stone walls, sandy currents shifting and swirling about several feet below the stone platform beneath his feet.
“Well, all we have to do is tread lightly and we won’t have to climb back up to this floor, right?” Zavander chimed in with a cheeky grin on his face, riding piggyback on the Blastoise’s shell, drumming his digits on the top of his head.
“I told you before, it is not my fault I’m 230 pounds okay? That’s just how I’m built. And how was I supposed to know that the floor would crack like that-” The turtle hissed back, much to the Treekco’s amusement.
“Lighten up Jacky, I’m just messing around with you, that’s all. I’m pretty sure it’s Daniel fault anyway, he weighs more than you do.” Zavander laughed, looking back at the Charizard staring at him with disapproval on his face.
“Je vais vous brûler. Do not try my patience, Zavander.” Daniel growled, his tail flicking back and forth behind his large frame.
“Alright, alright. Please cut the talking? I want to get out of here as much as the rest of you. I’m not very fond of being buried alive. I’m also sick of all this sand. It’s in places I really don’t want it to be.” Jelrin groaned, running his paws through his fur, causing a small rain of sand to pour from it. “I can feel a breeze blowing through this room, so I want to say we might have a way out.”
“It feels like an eternity since I’ve seen the sun. I need nourishment!” Zavander cried out dramatically.
Jelrin only sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned around to gaze at the expansive room before him. Sand leaked from the cracks in the walls and ceiling, collecting in piles undisturbed by the group. Several platforms jut out of the swirling sands, connected by natural bridges. The room overall wasn’t in very good condition, resembling crumbling ruins compared to earlier floors.
Daniel walked up beside Jelrin, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Can I speak with you for a moment? I have some concerns.”
“It’s about the wing isn’t it? Or him?” Jelrin said, looking up at the Fire type after running his paws through the fur on his head several more times.
“It’s more than that. Zavander pretty much can’t walk on his own anymore. I am without my ability to fly, that Rhyperior could possibly still be chasing us. We need to get out of here. Rapidement.” Daniel explained, sounding anxious as he tapped his claws together. “Jackson has expressed concerns about the structural integrity of the last few rooms that we’ve been through. Something about residual damage from that ground type’s earthquake attack. I… I do not want to die here.”
Jelrin stared at Daniel for several seconds, turning his gaze to the ground afterwards. “I don’t want to die here either.” He replied, clenching his fists for a moment as he took a deep breath. “Alright guys, I think we’ve sat around for long enough, let’s get moving.”
Navigating the room via the interconnected platforms wasn’t much of a problem, being lit by rays of sunlight shining down from holes in the ceiling, giving Zavander small bursts of energy and warding off his impending sleepiness. Things seemed to going swimmingly for the time being, the group crossing over another bridge, leaving them on a large platform with a spire growing out of the center of it. The path branched off into three directions from here, east, north, and south.
“The path splits here. Which way should we go?” Jelrin asked, turning to Jackson, who was examining the options.
“Well… I say we try this one first, although I’m a little iffy on the Bridge’s strength. I say we cross in pairs, that way we don’t strain it too badly.”
Jelrin nodded in agreement, looking at the bridge that stretched out before him. “I don’t think I can stand this place for any longer… We’ll go with that.”
“Here, I’m going to hand Zavander off to you. You know, just incase… I’m not trying to sound negative or anything, but I have this feeling in my gut and I don’t really like it.” Jackson explained, lifting the weakened Treekco from his shoulders and placing him on the shoulders of the Quilava.
Hooking the Grass types legs on his arms, Jelrin began to make his way across the bridge. The Quilava careful tip toeing around the small mounds of sand that collected on bridge from the floor above. The sounds of cracking caused Jelrin’s ears to stand up, the fire type freezing for a moment. He sat still until the cracking ceased, continuing across the bridge again.
Jackson and Daniel waited patiently until Jelrin was finally across, the two beginning to make their way
