Roleplaying as Pokémon 2

[Lord Windos]

[Eh. don't worry. Given the gapes in my responses, I had to make a new character for the RP! In case anyone was wondering, Thespiae is at least a couple centuries old{ being a ghost means you don't really have much in the way of a lifespan}. While not possessing the same raw power as you guys, It has more than enough tricks and expertise in its field to be a force of nature...]

It noticed that the Faffur was shivering in fear, apparently from what it did to those rabble rossers. Oh dear... Given their age and long gaps of time in which they slumber, they had forgotten that people tend not to react well when it annexes new feathers. It walk up slowly to the Faffur, and tries to console it by petting it with their feathers.

Dramsama. Dramsama. Dramsama. (Oh deary me , I am sorry for the fright I hath given you. I oft lose myself when I take to task against vile sorts, and cause more of a scene then I intended to. Rest assured, I will not be adding you to my collection, lest you attempt to seriously harm me, or you so wish it upon your deathbed. I am far past the point in my life where I actively desired for more feathers, and that old pursuit of mine.....) They signed then, looking uncharacteristically downcast for a second.

It perked back up soon enough, however, and continued to explain itself to Faffur. Dramsama! (If you are worried about the souls I have in my care, they alright. Each of them is in their own version of paradise, and so are content forever more. Indeed, some of the souls I posses would have suffer in far worse afterlife if I did not add them to my collection.... Oh dear, I see this talk of souls is making you even more uncomfortable. I'll stop now.)

And so it did, and it was about to focus its efforts in comforting the snowy dragon, when, out of nowhere, it was conked on the head. Dramsama!? (I dare say, what hath accosted my noggin?! Reveal thy self!) If briefly glared at Afro for his uncoth behavor, before grumbling to itself. It supposes it deserves that, but its not going to be positive about it, nay! Looking around the ground, it found what it was looking for: a crystal, shaded red violent, with the name Dramsamaite-Z.

Dramsama! (Oh my, something for me in these mysterious ruins? How unexpected, but delightful none of the less! I'll hold on to it for now, and find out what it does at a later time.)

Then, it hears the little black lambs theory on how to open the door, and nodded to itself. Sounds about right for ancient puzzles of this design, so what is their to lose by not trying? Dramsama! (Hmm.... In that case, let me be the one who shall unbar the way!)

Thespiae's eyes they began to glow purple again, and the door below the mural lit up in the same hue. Slowly, it began to rise up inwards towards the ceiling, and the once dull brown plate in the room started to shine a faintly light pink light. A rumble then went through the entire ruins, with a distant *CLUNK* sound resonating along with the shockwave.

Soon the door was open, and Dramsama, still cuddling the Fafur (I'll say this again: Thespiae does not acknowledge personal space even exists), perk its head up, and hummed in happiness. Dramsama! (There! Now we can proceed forward in this treck into the unknown, and put a rest to the suspense that hath been building!)