Not-Chryssa
She/Her
27
May 1
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Panromantic
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“What a sad fate.”
The body lay face-down in a pool of water, the vivid red dyes of its clothing seeped away by the eternal tide. Salt and sea had worn away relentlessly at its form, leaving a graying mass where there had once been an officer’s uniform.
Chryssa circled it predatorily, like a Mandibuzz homing in on its prey.
Nearby, Jynx and Sableye waited uncertainly. They had proceeded further down less cautiously than Chryssa, who needed psychic help to navigate the staircase of rock depressions. Zuill carefully skirted the upraised pools of water, avoiding the liquid and crawling deeper towards the bottom of the basin. He could smell a strong mineral deposit there-- something hopefully suitable for the challenge they were undertaking.
The cavern was a rimstone terrace; layers of overlapping calcite running like bronze scales from top to bottom. The upper terraces were dry, only the bowl-like shape of each formation suggesting there had ever been water at all. The lower ones were dark, tenderly cupping fistfuls of inky black liquid.
Something moved inside one and Oona flashed out with one hand like a striking snake, pulling a dripping purple fist back from the pool. A pale, eyeless Barboach wriggled in her grasp, its whiskers fanning desperately.
Reflexively, the Jynx brought it to her mouth as if to bite into the cold, slippery flesh, but Chryssa’s voice cut her short. “Put it back, Oona. I need your help up here.”
Pouting, the taste of silver scales lingering temptingly on her tongue, the Jynx dropped it back into the pool with a splash and moved back up towards where Chryssa was intently inspecting the dead body, using Psychic to effortlessly propel herself upwards.
“Tell me, Oona,” Chryssa said thoughtfully, smoothing a lock of brown hair behind one ear, “How do you think this person died?”
“Bow thought wagga drowned,” the Jynx ululated back, weirdly close to real words. Since her many Pokedex entries repeatedly assured the ice-type’s babbling merely sounded like human speech, however, Chryssa assumed it was a coincidence.
“I don’t think so,” Chryssa said clearly, filled with self-assurance for some reason. “Can you take it out of the water, please?”
A bit squeamishly, the Jynx concentrated. The skeleton broke the surface a moment later, waterfalls of milky liquid cascading from long-decayed shoulders. She set it on the bank, its arms and legs arranged jarringly over ridges of clay and calcite. Devoid of sunlight here to bleach its bones, the color was a harsh, marbled brown.
Shockingly, Chryssa ignored the body completely. She knelt on the limestone, craning her head over the mineral-rich water as if trying to see the bottom. “There’s still something down there,” she said. “You can’t get it without a direct sight path, right?”
The Jynx shook her head, and Chryssa called down the basin for Zuill, her voice echoing eerily as she did.
There was a startling moment where a band of light seemed to pass down Oona’s form, replacing her head with a grinning Sableye one, before the Ally Swap completed and the Sableye dropped lightly to the ground next to the skeleton. Unblinkingly, the ghost-type glanced up at Chryssa for orders.
“Get what’s at the bottom,” she said evenly.
Zuill raised his clawed hands, reaching out with supernatural sense to grasp the items which had sunk to the bottom of the pool. Chryssa knew she had spotted a glint of metal, and the Poltergeist rewarded her sharp eyes as something bright flew free of the water, shedding rusty flakes in a swirl of corroded iron.
As if it had always belonged there, the gun-- with its single bullet-- landed in her hands.
Near the bottom of the terraces, Oona appeared staring out over the sides of a great black pit. Cloudy white gypsum ringed its edges like frost, protecting it from the tide. A cold, cavernous wind blew from below, ruffling the pleats of her skirt in what was dangerously close to exposing her UnderDress. Her bare feet shifted on the edge and a pebble fell, bouncing tinnily until the sound faded entirely.
The wind blew again. It smelled of deep decay, and hidden things.
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ACQUIRED METAL (BULLET)
  UNUSUAL FORMATION
(RIMSTONE TERRACE)
RAINBOW WROTE (+25) Red, graying, black, purple, silver, brown, white HE TYPED, TYPILY (+25) Relentlessly, predatorily, uncertainly, cautiously, tenderly, desperately, reflexively, temptingly, intently, effortlessly, thoughtfully, weirdly, repeatedly, merely, clearly, squeamishly, jarringly, completely, eerily, lightly, unblinkingly, evenly, dangerously, tinnily, entirely. ROCKY ROUTE (+25) Calcite, bronze, limestone, clay, iron, gypsum CHU-E ON THAT (+25) Tasted Barboach |
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