Group RP Cobalt Crew Chronicles: Caverns of Cold Steel

Bluegrass remained silent, gritting his teeth as the others continued talking. Then out of the blue, the Ivysaur suddenly ran forwards, startling the others miners and spectres alike. Not minding the shouts of alarm from the others the grass-type ran towards the two former teammates of his, extending his vines and wrapping the twain in a hug. "I missed you..."

 

Bluegrass cringed as the mist covered his head, inhibiting his breathing. Wincing as the frost began to spread on his vines, the Ivysaur with some difficulty looked to his friend. "You... were my best friends... of course I'd want to..." the grass-type declared as he mustered his strength to a grim smile, fumes emitting from his back. "But... not like this... and not at the expense of the others..!"
"What is this..!?" the possessed Rolycoly demanded, his cyan eyes dimming slightly as he stared hatefully at the frosting Ivysaur.
"Sleep Powder... and Poison Powder..." Bluegrass replied simply, coughing and shuddering as he began to lose consciousness from lack of oxygen.

 

Angharad noticed the coal dust, seeing her opening. "Demyx, get Bluegrass out of the way and contain what I'm about to do!" She commanded, building up her fire. The Dewott nodded, used his Aqua Jet to grab the Ivysaur and got them both behind Angharad. "Sorry, Royce, but I have to do this. FLAMETHROWER!!!" And she sent her flames to the coal dust, causing an explosion in front of them. When the smoke cleared, the Rolycoly was unconscious, with spirals in his eye. Angharad sighed in relief. "He's a coal cart. Royce always ends up covered in coal dust, and more than once he's come into my little forge covered in the stuff. I had to wait until he scattered some of the dust around here."

 

Amy was slightly shaken even more after hearing whatever that thing was shout her name again. She was starting to recover from hitting her head, and felt herself get picked up by Douglas. She saw his plank getting left behind, and attempted to pick it up with Psychic use it for defense. Her mind at this point was still a bit frazzled but back together enough to pick it up and swing it at any rocks that got a little too close for comfort.

It was only now that Amy got a good look at the thing chasing them. It was huge. So big that it could barely fit in the tunnel. It's now yellow and blue eyes were unsettling by themselves, with the beast's apparent strength and temper make it effectively terrifying.

Amy moved the plank closer to it, trying to poke it in the eye to maybe stall it for a few seconds. It proved a bit hard due to the movement.

 

Angharad watched as Royce, while back to his old self, got punched and sent flying towards the Scraggy, sending both flying. She face palmed with her left hand, her right still gripping her sword. "Those were the Frosthunters Royce was helping." Angharad sighed, "I understand that you all are still new Frosthunters, so I get that you all are struggling with a Darmanitan that's almost a Galarian. Does he use ice attacks?" To the general group of Frosthunters. She shifted her stance back to the defensive one, ready to help with her fire attacks.

 

Douglas put Amy back down and got ready for a fight "It's mainly just been throwing rocks." he replied to Angharad. Amy was steady enough now that she could walk on her own. She looked at the group and noticed the large wound on the Dewott's chest. "I can heal that for you." she said, motioning to the scar. She focused for a second as her right hand started glowing a light blue. It formed into a large drop of water, which she then fired at the Dewott. Upon touching him, it was absorbed into his body. The scar started glowing the same blue, then healed itself. "There, you should be ready to fight now." She then noticed him only holding one of his... shell... things. "Aren't you supposed to have two of those... shells?"

 

Angharad smirked at the Timburr. "Yer going to be a Gurdurr, so see that hammer over there?" she said, gesturing to her dropped forging hammer lying against the wall, next to Boreas. "See if you can swing that around. Might be good training for ya when you grow into a Gurdurr anyway?" She kept her eyes on the weird Galarian Darmanitan, waiting for the first strike.

 

In a matter of seconds, his wound disappeared. It felt very relieving to not feel the burning sensation across his chest. "Thank you... that hurt like you wouldn't believe, heh heh." He lightly chucked. Before turning his attention to the monster, the Kirlia asked him something another question.

"Aren't you supposed to have two of those... shells?" She asked, though something was a bit off with the way she spoke. He didn't pay it any mind, though.

"It's..." His voice cracked for a moment, thinking of what happened with Hartman. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "...it's a long story. I'll tell ya later. For right now we have something else to deal with..."

He shook his head and looked at the Darmanitan, who was very wary of the group. Not the kind of Darmanitan he sees in Unova, and it was... abnormally large. "Heh... he's got a certain charm to him." he admitted as he slowly walked up to the monster. "You're heavily outnumbered. If you still want to fight though..." he stops moving, a watery blade forms around the scalchop again. "...I'd be VERY happy to oblige." He grins, his feet tapping almost impatiently as he waits for the monster to make a move.

 

Amy took Riley's advice and used Life See to help her head get better faster. However, it would still take a little time, so she hung back against the wall. She saw the Beartic lying unconscious and went over to him. She knelt down next to him and looked him over. He seemed to be exhausted, and she prepared another Life Dew. Even though it did help with fatigue, she doubted it would be able to revive him anytime soon.

 

(Did the thing Chicken did and decided to roll a die to see how Demyx's life ends up and got a 14)

The Darmanitan suddenly flared to life with a familiar fire, and charged straight for Demyx, the speed at which nearly caught him off guard. He and the Timburr next to him is barely able to sidestep the attack as he gets a sudden rush.in his head. "Ha! I see you're eager, too!" He shouts to the Timburr, who still grins and nods back.

As the Darmanitan slows down, Demyx charges behind him and attempts to slash at him with Razor Shell. The Timburr follows suit and tries to deliver a swing to the back of the darmanitan's head with his hammer at the same time "Catch this, ya big lummox!"

 

(Rolled a 16 this time.)

As Bluesoul was bombarding the area with Shadow Balls, Demyx is able put his deep focus on the shadow balling spirit, dodging any that come his way. He could just Aqua Jet over to it, but he'd be using a lot of energy up at once for what he wanted to do, which would put him in a really bad spot.

Moments later he thought of something he could do involving the Timburr. "Hey, uh... Doug right?"

"Yup, you got that right" Douglas replied proudly.

"Nice." Demyx nodded. "Can you do me a favor?" The Timburr tilted his head in confusion, not sure of what he's about to be asked of. "Do you think you could toss me towards... that thing?" He asked, pointing to Bluesoul who looked as if they were giving them an icy stare.

"Oh. Going in head first. I like it!" He agrees. He procedes to pick up the Dewott and readies himself up. "Ready, you crazy Dewott?"

Demyx's blade started to glow with dark energy as he chuckles. "I seem to get that a lot around here." He says jokingly as he fully readies up. "All right, let's do it!" he shouts. On command, Doug throws him as hard as he could at the monster, his Night Slash fully ready as he attempts to strike at Bluesoul with it.