[Game Thread] Pokerole Mystery Dungeon: Primal Shadows

[Dragonstrike]

Daxter looks at Bunnelby and Dedenne sharply. "That sounds... ominous. What are the Voidlands?"

Daxter winces visibly when Raikou is mentioned. A Zeraora and a Raikou all in the same jungle? Just his luck. He pauses, thinking about how to address the Zeraora before warily speaking to it. "Listen, mate, we came here from somewhere pretty far away to look for some Pokemon. All the way from the Desert Continent, actually. That's the only reason we came here, I promise you. I didn't even know that a Raikou lived here. Look at me. You really think a wimpy water-type like myself would walk into a forest full of electric types if I knew that I'd have to fight a Zeraora and a Raikou off? Maybe you've seen who we're looking for? A Braixen or a group with a Gallade, Rhyperior and Roserade? We came in here after hearing about them back in town and got mobbed by a bunch of weird Voltorb and then we ran into you. This place is too quiet. Something's happening and it's making my tail tense up. Weird shadows and shit flying out of the Voltorb and now we're in what looks like a warzone. You want us out, I get it, but I'm here on a job and I'd like to see it through. We'll stay clear of your boss, just let us take a look around for our friends."

Zeraora stares at Daxter long and hard, evaluating what the Water type is saying.  The air feels tense and charged with electrical plasma...

...until the tension is broken by the sound of a thunder strike.

K A C H O W ! !

Zeraora suddenly turns to look at the path behind him, tensing up.

"...that was not Lord Raikou's Thunder.  Something's wrong."

He turns to look at Daxter and company again.  "Follow me.  The Braixen you're looking for went deeper into the forest."

Zeraora then turns and runs deeper into the trees without another word.

"...well, that didn't sound ominous at all."

"Reckon we should trust that kitten?"

"If he really does know Raikou, then we probably can?  I'm going to report this to Ampharos, see what he thinks."

"Right then.  Well, Daxter, are followin' him?  Sounds like there's going to be trouble up ahead."

Bunnelby's words are punctuated by another gust of ominous wind blowing through the dungeon, this time stronger than before.

"...and it seems like there'll be trouble soon if we stay too.  Just what we needed..."