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 A Tangled Web we Weave, Denzil Heath & Quinn Fox
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 Posted: Jun 13 2018, 04:35 AM
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Denzil Heath's Pokemon


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Keen Eye and Run Away
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Worry Seed and Helping Hand

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Water Absorb and Damp
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Quinn's Catch Bracket: 1-08

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 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 06:51 PM
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"Bit more to the left. Bit more. Ok, now bring it down easy." The Yanma complied and carefully lowered the wooden sign. She had been hefting it from a rope gripped in her six clawed feet and was now hovering in place with a gentle buzzing sound. Her Handler took hold of the metal brace on the back of the sign and set a heavy carpenter’s nail into the gap, striking it with a small hammer until it was flush with the wooden beam he was currently kneeling on. After doing the same for the other side and making sure they were both secured, he angled his foot back onto the top of a ladder leaning against the wall of the small storefront. He set the hammer back into his belt once he was on the ground and turned to an elderly man sitting nearby.

Looks good. Maybe a bit more to the left, though.” he paused to laugh from his belly at Denzil’s expression, waving off his possible response. “Just a bit of fun. Seriously though, you have my thanks for getting my sign back up. That blasted storm came through here like a Tauros with a toothache.” After they shook hands Denzil took another look around him at the damage. The recent thunderstorm had been harsh on Dedrius and knocked about more than one residence or shop. Even now he could see a small creature with a bulb on its back a few buildings down, dragging a straw broom in its vines to clean up broken glass from a stone walkway. A saving grace was that the lush vegetation of the area had soaked up most of the water by now, even in there were still large pools of muddy water reflecting sunlight on the pathways.

The crimson Yanma landed on the young man’s back and settled in as the two humans shook hands. “Stop by when I’m back up and running, and we’ll see about thanking you proper,” he said with a smile before stepping inside his shop. Denzil clicked his tongue loudly before walking off to the job board for the fourth time that day. In response to this sound a mound of mud raised its head from an especially deep puddle and gave a wide yawn. It rose up onto four legs and gave a stretch before following the human on four mud-caked hooves. Jacob was a contented Mudbray this day, and his Handler had no intention of stopping his fun. Sky water had blessed the ground with fresh, wonderful mud, and he took the chance to divert to these puddles as he trotted along with an occasional splash when he chose to hop directly into one.

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A girl and her pokemon walked slowly along the road leading into Dedrius. The days prior had been rainy and last night was a particularly stormy evening. It was a wet and muddy trek into town, much to the delight of the pink pokemon that was rolling from puddle to puddle. A large smile was spread across his wide mouth and he was over joyed about the wet weather. Feelings of joy and excitement flooded the red haired girl's mind, but they weren't her own.

Quinn felt quite neutral about rain, and instead the emotions she was feeling belonged to her pokemon who was projecting them to her, albeit unintentionally. The pair had yet to get a handle on their psychic connection, which meant that anytime Slug felt strong emotions, Quinn was all too aware of them. But, in all honesty, Quinn thought it was purely fascinating and appreciated every second of it.

Slug and Quinn arrived in Dedrius to find that the town had been roughed up by the weather. Shingles were torn from roofs, signs were knocked over and people were scurrying around attempting to repair damage. The girl, having had no real plans for her day, saw this and decided that she should try to help out. She turned toward the direction of the town square and headed toward the job board.

As the girl and her pink pokemon approached the job board, she noticed a figure also moving toward the sign. She noted that there was a yanma on the person's back, and smiled. Quinn had always thought that yanma were quite cute. Perhaps she would have on of her own someday. "Is your yanma friendly?" Quinn asked inquisitively as she approached the figure and the board. She wanted to pet it or give a treat so badly that she couldn't help but ask.

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 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 11:35 PM
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Denzil's mind was elsewhere when he heard a woman’s voice from up ahead. He stopped when he saw her near the job board situated in the town square, and promptly ended up in the splash zone of Jacob’s latest romp. He grunted slightly when he felt the cold water hit the back of his neck and coat his pants in fresh mud. Ruby buzzed in irritation and clambered onto Denzil’s head to shake the water from her wings. They gave off a steady buzz and flicked water droplets into the air, very briefly creating a tiny rainbow where the sun lanced through them. With her wings dry a moment later, she gave the Mudbray a berating buzz before turning and catching sight of the new human. Jacob had the decently to paw at the ground in apology though he did keep glancing at a large puddle nearby on the far side of the path.

Denzil wiped off his pants the best he could, then stood with a defeated sigh and scrutinized the stranger. She seemed to be asking out of simple curiosity. He had to fight back a smile when he noticed the Slowpoke enjoying the ‘sky water’ with no less enthusiasm than his own mud-dweller. The pink creature strongly reminded him of Peter, a Slowpoke back home known for delivering baked goods for his Handler, and the memory gave him a reassuring feeling. Ruby for her part tilted her head slightly in curiosity. Denzil reached up and gently pat the tiny horns on her head. “She can be. Is your friend there, friendly?”. He asked, gesturing to the grinning Slowpoke.

Jacob by this point had walked up to his Handler’s side looked up at the chatting humans. He must’ve found their conversation less than thrilling because he then moved onto snuffling the pink creature sharing the muddy puddles. The mudbray nuzzled his fellow puddle jumper and lowered himself into one such circle of water until his legs were hidden by the murk. During this exchange Denzil had taken the time to give the job board a quick scan out of the corner of his eye, and spotted one near the bottom that caught his interest. It seemed simple enough from the large text, apparently some Bug Pokemon had been scared into someone’s home when the storm hit and the person wanted them removed.

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Quinn had to resist the urge to giggle when she witnessed the stranger's mudbray splash him with mud. She didn't want to appear rude, but it was a tad bit funny to watch. Instead she smiled warmly and tried to give off a sense of politeness. She watched as the yanma crawled onto it's owner's head and flicked off the water from it's wings. Quinn was impressed by the rainbow that the pokemon managed to create for a split second and it was almost dazzling to see all of the colors flicker through the air so suddenly. It took a moment for her to refocus her attention on the stranger, but she was able to catch what he had said in response to her question.

The girl turned her eyes toward her pokemon and replied "Yeah, he's quite fiendly." The pink pokemon was very pleased to be getting a puddle friend, and smiled widely when the mudbray approached. Slug rolled through the muck and came to rest beside the mud horse. He then sniffed the horse before proceeding to lick it directly on the nose. He always wanted to lick things, Slug was a very mouthy slowpoke. "Sloooo-" he beamed happily.

Quinn returned her gaze to the stranger and noticed him eyeing the job board. "Are you here to help out too?" she questioned before looking toward the board herself. She skimmed quickly over the board and found her gaze drawn toward a particular note in the lower corner. The large words, mentioning an infestation of bug pokemon, made it easy for her to read swiftly.

"Maybe we could work together." Quinn suggested, though she wasn't really sure why she was being so forward. Perhaps it was the air of calm that she was getting from the stranger and his pokemon. "Four hands are better than two, ya know." she chimed awkwardly as she turned her eyes back to the stranger.

"I'm Quinn, and this here is Slug." she gestured toward the slowpoke that was wriggling in the mud like a seel. She figured she should just get introductions out of the way, they were always so tedious so why not get them over with?

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Jacob seemed to be enjoying the attention gave the Slowpoke a few gentle, for the Ground-Type, nudges with his snout. He drew back slightly when his nose was licked, and from the sounds he was making Denzil thought that maybe the Mudbray had gotten spooked. His concerns were eased a moment later when he was forced to raise a hand to block a fresh spray of water, when Jacob let loose a loud sneeze. He snuffled a few times and went back to playing in the mud with his new friend. The sneeze seemed to have inspired him as he kept dipping his nose just beneath the murky water. A moment after each time, a gout of bubbles would spring up to the surface before he would take a breath and repeat the game.

Denzil watched the exchange with a warmth in his chest, it was good to see his friend so happy. The desert left little chances for playing in mud puddles and he had no intention of cutting it short for the otherwise stoic Mudbray. He considered the woman’s suggestion and while wary, saw the merit in it. If they were already helping out the village, then they could do more good together to deal with bigger jobs than simply sweeping paths or hammering down wooden signposts. He stepped forward and held out his hand in greeting. “Denzil. My partners are Ruby, and Jacob. Nice to meet you both.” He gestured to the Yanma and Mudbray in turn as he spoke, and Jacob even gave an affirmative mass of blown bubbles. After any introductions were completed, he would pull the job posting from the board to show that it had been taken up by someone. “This isn’t that far from here.” he said after reading the paper. He started walking to the East, where most of the shops gave way to modest homes and a well-maintained park. Jacob gave a grunt and a look of longing to the puddles but followed close behind after giving Slug a nudge.

The notice led them to a two-story building bearing a wooden sign above its door, suspended by a metal chain. The sign had a painted depiction of a Squirtle tucked into its shell with a trail of ‘Z’s leading from where its head rested. The Sleepy Squirtle Inn had held up well against the storm. Aside from a few shingles torn from the roof and a rather generous deposit of branches and debris dumped against one side, there was only a single broken window. They were met inside by a portly man with a belly that almost reached further than his arms did. “No rooms, yet. Going to have to wait ‘til we can get a matter sorted out. Go on, scoot!” The man spoke not so much in a rude tone, but more of someone who had been worn down by worries. Denzil had seen those eyes on people before and bit his tongue, instead holding out the job posting from the board. The man snatched it up and looked at it, recognition registering after a moment. The change was almost immediate as he visibly deflated, relief replacing the frenzied expression on his face.

He pulled over a wooden stool and sat down with a groan, whether from him or the stool wasn’t clear. “Sorry about that.” he said with a sheepish look after he composed himself. “With this storm and the ‘issue’ downstairs, I’ve had to turn away customers all day. Paying customers! Please tell me you can fix this?” Denzil looked to Quinn before replying. “What exactly is the ‘issue’?” The man gave a huff and jerked his head towards a wooden door in the far corner, currently blocked off with a chair braced against the handle. “Storm must have scared something down into the cellar. Went down to get more oil for the lamps and couldn’t get past the stairs!” He paused a moment to calm his breathing. “There’s bug silk blocking the way and just plastered all over down there. If you can clear ‘em out, I can at least stock you both with some food for the road. You’re Handlers, right?

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Slug watched his new mudbray friend dip it's snout below the water and he tilted his head. He was confused for a second until he saw the bubbles gurgling up to the surface. Slug grinned happily and flopped over onto his side splashing some water in Quinn's direction. A few muddy droplets landed on the girl's trousers, but she didn't really mind. She was used to getting dirt and grime all over her while she worked at the lumber mill and this was nothing compared to that. Slug then rolled onto his belly, shoved his nose in the water and started blowing bubbles too in an attempt to join in on the mudbray's game. Anytime the little horse would blow bubbles, Slug's own bubbles would soon follow. Quinn smiled, pleased to see her pokemon enjoying himself. Anytime there was water available Quinn would do her best to let Slug spend some time in it, and this was one of those lucky days.

Quinn was presented a hand to shake so she took it in her own firm grip and nodded politely. "Yes, it's nice to meet you too, Denzil." Then introductions were over as swiftly as they had begun. Denzil grabbed one of the fliers from the board, in fact it was the exact one that Quinn had had her eye on. Denzil mentioned how it was not far from here, and Quinn nodded. "Yes, I've been there before actually, but only once." When Denzil started on his way, Quinn looked back to make sure her own pokemon was following. She watched as the mudbray nudged Slug and forced him to move in the right direction. There would be no tearing him away from the water today, and instead it seemed he was going to come willingly. He trudged along the road behind the group as they all made their way to the location presented on the flier, The Sleepy Squirtle Inn.

The pair was greeted by a less than cheerful man that told them to move along. Quinn shook her head "We're not here for a room." she said as Denzil handed the innkeeper the notice. She then listened as the man described the situation at hand. 'A stray pokemon, eh? Nothing too difficult to handle, hopefully.' Thought Quinn. "Yes, we're handlers." Quinn replied to the man's question. "Some food would be wonderful, and I'm sure we can get this pokemon out of your cellar." She turned to Denzil and asked "Right?" After an response was given, Quinn would turn back to the innkeeper and ask "Can you show us where?"

"Oh, of course," The man grunted as he stood up from his stool and gestured for the pair of humans to follow "It's just down there." He led Quinn and Denzil down a small hallway to a door and pointed at it. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to be back up at the front watching for customers while you two get this fixed. Not really a fan of bug pokemon..." And with that the innkeeper meandered back to the entryway.

"Alright, lets see what we got here." chimed Quinn, eager to see what all the fuss was about. She grabbed the door handle and pulled, but it was stuck. She made her stance a little wider, grabbed the handle, and pulled back firmly until the door started to open. A tearing sound could be heard as the door ripped open to reveal a silk covered doorway. Quinn reached out to touch the sticky web and was met with a firm feeling wall of silk. It had to be at least an inch thick in some spots. Whatever had made this really wanted to keep this door closed. Quinn rummaged around in her satchel and pulled out her knife. It was a nice blade, one that she had made herself, with a jeweled inlay on the pommel that would be clearly visible to the figure standing next to her.

Quinn took the knife and sliced into the silk on the doorway, cutting open a hole from top to bottom that she could fit through. "Let's see what's in there, eh?" She chimed with a hint of excitement. She wanted to find out what was making all of this silk, and didn't hesitate to step inside the silk hole. Once inside, and down the sticky silk covered stairs, the pair would be greeted with a room covered with various densities of webbing. It was almost unrecognizable as a cellar and looked more like the den of a creature at this point.

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Denzil’s back tensed as he watched Quinn make her way down into the silken corridor. After a brief glance at Ruby’s wings, and a mental flash of her becoming trapped in the threads, returned the Yanma to her Pokeball. He considered having Jacob wait by the door but returned him as well when the Mudbray sniffed, then tried to eat, some of the silk strands by the door. He wasn’t afraid to be curious, that much was clear. He felt some trepidation as he sidled his large frame through the opening and ended tearing away several strands that now clung to his left arm. He pulled the silk away as he descended the stairs, grunting occasionally when the hair on his arm was ripped away as well.

It wasn’t black as pitch but it came pretty close. Even after Denzil’s eyes adjusted, everything remained in muted shades of grey and white. He could hear Quinn stepping nearby and nearly bowled into her at the bottom of the stairs. “Sorry” he uttered in a hushed tone and a sheepish expression mostly hidden by the dark gloom of the cellar. The sticky silk threads were everywhere and seemed to have been made without design or reason behind their construction. He used his knife to cut back a few cords of the material blocking their path only to find more crisscrossing ahead of them.

It was very slow going, as a misstep could result in becoming tangled in the webbing. That thought put Denzil on edge, or rather that the silk’s creator had yet to be seen. Every so often he thought he heard a faint clacking sound, like someone with long fingernails tapping on a countertop. They eventually cut and twisted their way to a small ‘clearing’ in the silk where the strands didn’t cross from one side of the room to the other, but rather was layed in thick layers onto the cellars walls themselves. The silk here had clearly been put down with significantly more care as it resembled a builder’s work over the tangled mass they can just come through.

Denzil picked a wall and testing the webbing with the edge of his knife and found that while this webbing wasn’t overly sticky as the rest, it was laid in multiple layers and proved to be very durable against his cutting. It took longer than he would have liked, and admittedly long enough to bring his patience into question despite the situation, but eventually he managed to saw through the threads and see what was beyond. He was now staring at the mortar and stone cellar wall. Denzil bit his tongue and took a breath before turning back towards the room.

His eyes had adjusted somewhat and he could make out the moving outlines of Quinn and Slug nearby, but not much else around him. He thought he something shift along the far wall but when he moved to investigate, succeeded mostly in bumping his knee into the edge of a wooden crate. It took considerable effort on his part not utter a word not found in polite company and settled instead for giving the silk-covered crate a foul look as he rubbed his knee. The cellar was a moderately sized room but was still a confined space and Denzil felt that they should have seen something by now. This wasn’t sitting right with his stomach.

He nearly met the ground face-first when his boot came down onto a mass of silk and stuck fast. He caught himself with his other foot, and the sound echoed unnaturally loud in the underground room. Denzil let out his breath when they weren’t immediately set upon by ravenous beasts alerted to the noise he’d made. He eventually managed to get his foot free and took care to step onto the stone floor instead. He noticed that the ceiling was untouched save for a few strands, and the floor only had these rough splotches seemingly at random. Come to think of it, much of the webbing near the stairs had been at random, too. It wasn’t until they had gotten to the back of the cellar that the silk had been set down with a visible design.

He didn’t like this one bit, not the least of which that lighting a torch to see would result in their fiery demise with all this silk. They were effectively on this creature’s terrain and were fumbling in the dark for the most part. True, they had their knives, but Denzil wasn’t sure that’d be enough if the silk-maker turned out to be some horrible monster. He mused for a moment about Quinn’s blade and turned in her direction. It seemed to be a home-forged piece judging from the cut angle of the blade and that stone embedded near the inlay on the pommel. His musing was interrupted when he heard a clacking sound, this time confident it was not just his imagination. It came again after a moment, louder and with greater agitation.

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Quinn felt Denzil bump into her once the pair had reached the bottom of the stairs and, without realizing it hadn't been her fault, apologized for getting in the way at the same time as Denzil's response. "Sorry 'bout that." she stated softly, trying not to disturb whatever it was that might lie in wait for them. Quinn was growing ever more tense as she walked, carefully, toward the center of the silk covered basement. Each step felt like walking through mud, and at one point Quinn had to struggle to keep her boots on. The webbing was so incredibly sticky that it grabbed onto her right boot and she was forced to bend down and cut away some of the fibers to free it.

It was difficult to see in the room, as the only light that came in was from the doorway, filtered through layer after layer of web. But even in that light, Quinn could see that Denzil had recalled his pokemon and Quinn started to wonder if she should do the same. She glanced down at the slowpoke that was walking, almost carefree, through the room. It was as if he didn't even notice how odd the situation was and instead chose to sniff around looking for something to eat. He licked the ground at one point, testing to see if the webbing was edible, and immediately frowned. He wiped his tongue on one of his front paws in an attempt to rid himself of the fowl taste. Quinn just giggled to herself and decided to keep him out. 'Besides,' she thought, 'I might need a battle companion at the ready.'

A faint chittering could be heard coming from somewhere in the room, and Quinn tensed. She just stood there, listening, as Denzil made his way around the room. The clacking seemed to be coming from one of the corners of the basement, furthest from the stairs. "I think it's over there," Quinn gestured, potentially unseen by Denzil, toward the corner she suspected. "Slug, stay close." She whispered to her companion as he meandered away, not paying attention. The slowpoke chose instead to investigate the sounds he was hearing all on his own, just to see if there was food hidden in the corner.

"Slug!" She grunted. But he was too oblivious to pay her any mind, and instead grew ever nearer the mysterious corner. The clacking grew louder, and angrier, as slug neared the back of the room. Then, without warning, a glob of silk whooshed past Slug and splattered on the floor next to him. There was a loud hissing sound, and another mass of silk landed right on Slug's front paw, sticking him to the ground. He cried out, unhappy that his foot was stuck but not really sure why or what to do about it. Quinn rushed forward to try to cut him loose and was met with a sticky ball of web right in the chest that knocked the air out of her lungs. She gasped and fell forward, landing on her hands and knees next to her pokemon.

"Damnit!" Quinn exclaimed as she pulled her hands free from the webbing on the floor and sat up on her knees. Now that she was closer, the faint outline of a spider-like pokemon could be seen clinging to the wall just above her and Slug. She tensed and grabbed her knife. All she could think about was getting her pokemon out of harm's way. The spider hissed menacingly and clacked it's mandibles together, threatening another attack. Quinn ignored the spider for the moment, and instead worked on cutting Slug's paw free from the web. It was difficult, as he was struggling, but she managed to do it and then looked up at the Spider.

In the faint light, Quinn could tell that it was a large Ariados with, upon closer inspection, a quite swollen abdomen. Quinn gasped, in that moment realizing what they had stumbled into. "She's making a nest..." Quinn muttered as she grabbed Slug by the haunches and pulled him away from the spider's nest. She slid back, still on her knees, in an attempt to get far enough away from the ariados that it would stop hissing. As she moved away, the ariados climbed down the wall and aggressively positioned itself on the floor, readying for an all out assault. There was going to be a fight.

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By the time Denzil’s eyes had finally adjusted to the gloom of the cellar, the faint sound of clicking had risen to an almost fever pitch. He hadn’t heard what Quinn said at first but the shout of ‘Slug’ echoed clearly in the confined space. All the while that infernal chittering sound grew louder, and louder. “Quinn?” His voice was little over a whisper as he worked his way through the strung webbing. “Quinn, where---” his words caught in his when he pulled back a section of web, and saw the source of the chittering sounds in the flesh.

The creature was a large spider, larger than a young human or even a grown canine. Even in the dim lighting its red coloration was clear and vibrant, with dark stripes markings across its body and each of its legs. A small horn on its head was currently pointed towards Quinn and Slug while its mandibles snapped open and closed in obvious agitation. Denzil didn’t know much about these creatures beyond stories and recounts from other travelers, about how they were smart enough to attach silk to their prey and let them loose, only to follow and feast upon the poor beast once it returned home to its nest.

The Ariados hadn’t noticed him yet, but it certainly had its sight set on Slug and Quinn as it slowly clambered down the web-covered wall and onto the stone floor. Maybe it was the small cellar but this spider seemed to be having trouble moving on its four legs, unsteady even when it stood still and hissed. A scuffle here on its home turf would be a fool’s errand, he knew. If not for this sticky silk everywhere they might stand a chance, and even then, a Bug only had a few natural weaknesses. They were indoors so Flying was out, and a Rock attack might bring the building down around their ears. That left Fire, but even a spark would…no, a real spark would send up a blaze. A fake one wouldn’t touch the silk, he realized with a start.

If he was going to do something, it would have to be now before the spider closed the distance and attacked. He opened a Pokeball from his vest and released a floating candle with a purple flame. It opened its one yellow eye and gave a sleepy yawn before sighting Denzil, at which the eye almost lit up. Pharus quirked his head to the side in confusion when his Handler made a shushing motion with one hand and nodded towards the scene unfolding on the other side of the web ‘screen’. Trying to keep quiet Denzil attempted to tell Pharus what he wanted him to do by gesturing with his hands to the spider, the walls of the cellar and the stairs at the far end. The Litwick’s grin turned mischievous and sank into the shadows of the stone floor out of sight.

Denzil used his knife to widen any openings he found as he worked his way over to Quinn and Slug. He was a few feet away from them a ruckus started near the back of the cellar, near the makeshift spider nest. Pharus had come through beautifully, and was even now using the dark of the cellar to augment his abilities to be a professional pest. He flicked his ghostly flame before the Ariados’s eyes until it skittered back from the perceived threat, then created the illusion that the Litwick’s yellow eye was now looking out at it from various walls and surfaces in blinking succession. The distraction seemed to be working as the spider continuously snapped at its own webbing with its mandibles, stomped its clawed feet onto the ground where a false eye was, all the while slowly backing towards its nest while trying to keep the enemy in sight. Every time it made to dart at Quinn a purple flame would spout from the floor and drive it back out of instinctual fear.

By this time Denzil was finally able to reach the human and Slowpoke. “Hey,” he said loud enough to get her attention while hopefully not that of the angry spider. If she permitted it, he would pick up Slug as he was the slowest of the group and start leading them back out of the cellar. The going was slow even in their hurried state lest they end up tangled in the webs and forfeiting their chance at escape. They were close enough to have a clear view of the cellar door when his foot came down onto something with a loud crunch. He looked down and saw the further damaged remains of a glass bottle, and turned back just in time to see clicking mandibles and a sharp horn barreling towards them. “Run!

He tore for the stairs with a Slowpoke under one arm and his head cocked to keep Quinn in sight. Once she was on the stairs, he would pass Slug to her and give a sharp whistle back towards the webbed nest. He shouted an expletive and pulled his foot away just as the Ariados slid into the stone wall from the momentum of its charge, tearing the banister off in the process amid a spray of splintered wood. Denzil grabbed the largest piece he could before the spider righted itself and began scrabbling up the stairs after them, its clawed feet gouging into them with a shrill screeching that set his teeth on edge.

He jammed the board he had grabbed into the spider’s mandibles and pulled back less than half of it a moment later. The Ariados had bitten almost clean through and was even now spitting the broken piece to the side in favor of resuming pursuit. A quick dart forward had one such snapping bite brush close enough to his leg to tear a strip of cloth away from his knee. Denzil made it through the cellar door just as the spider made one last lunge, and found its head jammed between the door and doorway. Denzil threw his weight against the door and tried desperately to keep the spider from getting through, even as it fought to get through from the other side. It was at this time that Pharus finally decided to heed his call, bubbling under the door as a blob of wax and reforming into his normal floating candle self. He gave a good and loud shriek right in front of the Ariados’s head and flared his head-flame, prompting it to skitter back enough to slam the door shut. The spider resumed jarring it from within and trying to get out for several tense minutes, before the sound of clumsy skittering began to fade into the distance.

Denzil sat heavily onto the first seat he could find and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding during the swift departure up the stairs. Pharus for his part was floating in slow loops so that every few seconds he was looking at the room upside-down, looking for all the world like a giggling child instead of a possessed glob of wax. Denzil strongly suspected that he had only gotten past that spider by melding into the shadows, but he was grateful all the same. He turned to Quinn and Slug, “You two alright?” The familiar form of the innkeeper was walking through the front door not long after, a look of confused irritation on his face. “Hey now, I asked you to look into the cellar, not laze about up here! What do you think---” He stopped and stepped towards them, pulling loose a strand of webbing stuck to the nearest person he could get to. He ran it through his fingers almost in disbelief before taking a seat at a nearby table. “You lot better start talking. If this came from the cellar, than ol’ Gary Mills is gonna come down on my hide for it.

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Quinn pulled hard on the struggling slowpoke's haunches in an attempt to pull him out of reach of the angry arachnid. Slug squirmed and thrashed about in a flurry of confusion; he wanted out of here and he wanted it now. His frantic emotions swelled and overflowed, finding their way to Quinn's mind and flooding her with a feeling of pure terror. She froze for a moment, unable to push her way past the wall of fear. What was happening? Quinn was still getting used to Slug's intrusions on her mind, but nothing had been this intense before. She couldn't react physically in those few seconds, as if held in place. The girl just sat there on her knees and watched as the red spider drew closer, it's mandibles clacking together furiously. She wanted so bad to reach for Slug's pokeball and recall him to safety, but she could only watch as her beloved pokemon struggled in terror. It pained every fiber of Quinn's being to see her pokemon helpless and scared.

Then, suddenly, a strange purple flame inserted itself between Slug and the spider, sending the ariados staggering backward. Then the flame proceeded to distract the spider momentarily. Not long afterward, a voice called out to Quinn and snapped her partially out of her terrified trance. The next few moments were a blur to her, and if asked to recall them she probably wouldn't remember how it was she managed to get safely out of the basement. She would recall Slug being carried away by Denzil and then nothing until the pair found themselves sitting on chairs outside of the basement door, Slug wrapped in Quinn’s arms.

Quinn breathed heavily as she slumped down in the chair, unconsciously petting the pink creature in her arms. As she did so, the slowpoke looked around and realized they were back upstairs and safe. He glanced up at his handler and frowned, realizing that she was still a bit in shock. He let out a little moan, trying to reassure his human, and licked her chin. This seemed to work, pulling Quinn out of her trance fully, a smile flittering across her lips. She grinned wider and nuzzled into Slug, letting him know everything was alright now. Quinn was now fully aware of the situation, and fully aware of how foolish she had acted. Her grin faded away as Denzil asked if they were okay.

”Yes, we’re fine…” Quinn stated, though truthfully she wasn’t sure. Never before had Slug’s emotions caused such a reaction in Quinn. She was going to have to address that as soon as possible. ’But how?’ she thought as she pet her slowpoke between the ears. Her focus drifted for a mere second again until the innkeeper walked in and started talking to the pair of humans. He plucked a piece of silk off of Quinn's shoulder and said “You lot better start talking. If this came from the cellar, than ol’ Gary Mills is gonna come down on my hide for it.” Quinn shook away her distracted thoughts and looked up at the innkeeper.

"Do you recognize the silk?"

"I certainly do. It's a type of weave I've only seen come from Gary Mills' critters." He replied, a look of bewilderment splashed across his face.

"Well...there's an angry, and I think pregnant, ariados down there that might just belong your Mr. Mills. It just tried to attack us." Quinn stated matter-of-factly. Her emotions were spent at this point, and she was doing all she could just to stay awake and personable. "I suppose we should go to the silk farm and find out how to take care of this infestation, eh Denzil?" Quinn may have been tired, but she couldn't just leave this problem for the innkeeper. She looked over to her new companion and smiled when she watched his candle pokemon fly around happily. Then she looked down at her pokemon and gave him a reassuring pet, trying to let him know that he did nothing wrong.

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The Innkeeper had scrawled something onto a piece of parchment while they rested and stepped outside, coming back in a few minutes later after a loud squawk sounded from the street. “I just sent word up to the Mills place about this, they should be able to send someone to come get our ‘friend’.” he said with a nod towards the cellar door. There was the occasional thud from below as though a barrel or something similar was being shoved aside, but otherwise it was quiet. Denzil had caught his breath finally and glanced over to Quinn and Slug. He walked over to them and sat down after a moment. “Were either of you hurt?” he asked, a flicker of concern crossing his eyes.

He thought long on the matter at Quinn’s question, before finally giving a light nod. “I obviously don’t speak for all of us, but I’m going to see this farm for myself. I’ve never a farm with spiders, and to be honest—” he paused with a glance back to the cellar door. “I’m curious how this one wound up making a nest here, of all places.” Truth be told he wouldn’t mind the company, but he wasn’t by any means going to try forcing someone to come with him. Pharus for his part had just discovered that the glass bottles on the shelves could reflect his face back in distorted ways, a revelation he was taking full advantage of as he made every face conceivable amid bouts of raucous giggling. “What can you tell us about this farm, Mr….

The innkeeper was currently busying himself with wiping down a counter with a grey cloth when Denzil addressed him. “Huh, guess we did kinda skip the introductions, didn’t we?” he set the cloth onto one shoulder and leaned onto the counter with one elbow. [color]cornflowerblue]Name’s Clause, Clause Rudges. None to that ‘mister’ hoopla, either. Been keeping this inn afloat for nigh on twenty years, and I still don’t feel old enough to be a ‘mister’. Clause, will do.[/color]” He gave a tilted smile before resuming his work with the cloth. “For the other thing, Mills and his sprout run a silk farm up North of here. Came here awhile back with a mess of them green…’spinners’, talking about using their webs for making things. Folks thought they were loopy from the road but lo and behold, they started putting real coin into this town!” He idly shook his head and traded his cloth for a broom and began sweeping the wooden floorboards. He had made a full circuit before he spoke further, and his facial expression gave Denzil the impression that sweeping was as much for becoming lost in thought as it was for getting rid of the dirt.

Far as I can tell, Gary’s critter wouldn’t be down this far on purpose, and I bet my teeth that that storm had something to do with it. Ariados and such don’” He gave a resolute nod, more to himself than to those gathered. Denzil wanted to ask more but a commotion came from outside the inn’s door. A few minutes later several men and women walked through the door carrying what looked like long poles with loops on the end. Clause gave a relieved sigh and stood to shake the lead woman’s hand. “Thanks for being so quick about this, Kate. Been losing good coin most of the day!” The woman, ‘Kate’, gave a nod to Clause before converging on the cellar door with the other people spaced out behind her. She gave several hand signs to the others who set their poles to the side and made a clear path from the cellar door to the front door. She then opened the way to the cellar and slowly proceeded down the stairs out of sight. Denzil was forced to recall Pharus to his Pokeball when the Litwick attempted to follow her down.

Is it safe for her to go down there by herself?” Denzil asked while staring at the open door, the stairs still covered with broken strands of webbing. A few of the new people cast an eye his way before returning to the door, but none spoke. “Kate’s got this handled, just stay out of her way. Y’see, Gary’s pays out well for Handlers that can keep his spinners calm. Kate there is one of the best, and—get back, to the wall!” Clause ushered them back with spread arms until they and himself were back against the wall furthest from the cellar door. A loud, agitated chittering sound grew louder by the second, accompanied by a dragging sound and sound speaking. Kate emerged back into the room walking backwards and making calming patting motions with her hands. It became apparent why a second later when the Ariados from before wedged its way through the door and followed her sluggishly. The spider gave a sharp snap towards the people closest to it, forcing them to step back with their poles at the ready.

It froze when it caught sight of Denzil and Quinn and surged forward with enough momentum to send tables and chairs flying to the side. The Ariados was within a few feet when several poles came forward and snagged their loops around the spider’s legs, sending it sprawling to the floor. It thrashed and snapped until Kate placed herself between it and the people and took a breath. She let it loose in a soft whistle that gradually grew into a shrill, almost painful noise. The effect was clear as the Ariados settled down, not calm but no longer attacking. It continued to glare at the two Handlers even as the loops were removed and Kate guided it back towards the front door. It cast one final hate-filled look back at them before it exited the building along with the pole-bearing people. Denzil let out a breath as the spider disappeared from sight and leaned back against the wall.

There was a great deal of noise from outside for many minutes before it tapered off, following the sound of equines neighing and the telltale creak of wagon wheels. Kate returned a moment later with a scowl on her face, which she directed towards the two strangers. “Start talking, now. Why was that Ariados so worked up in her condition?” Claus spoke up first, “” Kate shifted her glare to him and narrowed her eyes, prompting the innkeeper to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender. “[color=cornflowerblue]I didn’t know it was of his critters when I posted that tab, just that something had got into my cellar after that bad storm we had. These two, ” he paused to nod at Quinn and Denzil. “Pulled that tab and checked it out. That’s why I sent the note.” Kate regarded Clause closely, shifted her gaze to the two Handlers for an uncomfortably long moment. She finally gave a nod and brushed back her short hair with one hand. “At least she was found before she laid her brood, and the cart ride back should mellow her out a bit.

Denzil finally found his voice, “What did you do to make her calm down like that? She was ready to take someone’s leg off!” In truth, that was a trick he wouldn’t mind learning. She looked at him for a minute before making a scoffing noise through her nose. “You lot must be new around here. That sound is a failsafe for when the weavers get riled up. It means that if they don’t cool it now, they don’t get fed later.” She gave a bemused smirk before casting another glance towards the cellar. “We’ll send someone to gather up that silk, Clause. For now, just keep that door closed and don’t let anyone else down there.” She stepped back towards the front door, pausing to address the other two humans in the room. “Mills isn’t big on rewards, but he’ll welcome one of his breeders being returned safe. Might be worth heading up there.” She departed with a final nod to Claus and let the door shut behind her.

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