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Basalt Halls had been pretty interesting—until Derek found the pedestal.

    The dungeon was the first one Derek had seen in his life, at least that’s what he had known. Although, the large, natural cavern made of hexagonal shaped basalt pillars which stretched far above their heads was not what he had imagined in the first place.  

    With the low groan of the entrance door swinging shut behind them, Derek shifted on his feet as the Quilava leading the escort team puffed a ball of flame into the torch he was holding. Even though the cave was illuminated by the ethereal light coming down from the numerous cracks and gaps overhead, sunlight was rather dim so everything was bathed in shadows.

     “This must have been a volcano once.” Ardor remarked once he got a good look at the area. “Here, hold this.” He handed the torch he was holding to Derek and took another one from his supply bag. A puff of flame later, the second torch was lit.

    “How do you know?” Derek asked.

    Turning around, the Quilava opened his mouth to answer, but he was cut off by an impatient huff. “Yes, yes, I suggest we move on quickly.” A Mienshao drawled.

    Derek bit his lower lip in annoyance as he stared at the Mienshao, who they will be escorting to Geoda. Reuben Hetterich was one of Andalusst’s most prominent and influential nobleman who possessed those classically handsome but haughty features, with pristine pale cream and purple fur that was obviously well groomed, and clad in a simple yet elegant fur trimmed deep red collar-cape… thing… with his long sleeve fur rolled around his arms like a pair of oversized sleeves. Really now, what’s with the expensive garment when you will be traversing an uncharted dungeon, Derek thought dryly. He would have looked quite regal if not for that perpetual frown that seemed to be marring his face.

     Hetterich’s impassive black eyes swept past the cavernous hall with disinterest—once to the scarf-clad Chimchar and his silent Honedge companion in unveiled disdain—before he settled on the tall, dark Quilava with the black hooded vest up front.

     “I trust you two… amateurs can escort me to Geoda as fast as possible?”

    Already, Derek was liking this Andalusstian nobleman less and less.

    Ardor nodded. “Yes.” He replied politely, but Derek could see annoyance in his team member’s pale green eyes. Turning around, the Levantine Quilava began to walk forward while casting his torch ahead to make sure they didn’t step into a gaping cliff or something unpleasant. The cavern wasn’t flat to begin with, since the basalt columns were literally everywhere. It’s like walking on a stormy ocean of hexagonal stones.

    “What do you think was that?” Derek asked as a low, ominous groan echoed through the cold grey pillars from afar, causing him to shiver.

    “Must be the dungeon rearranging itself.” Cael remarked, looking somewhat agitated. His green sash kept flicking back and forth nervously as they walked—or floated, in Cael’s case—deeper into the cavern.

    Derek nudged his Honedge companion on his hilt. “Something wrong? It’s not like you to sound so meek.” He teased.

    Cael’s single sapphire-like eye twitched, but he shook himself. “Nothing… I… just don’t like being underground… that’s all.” He admitted. “Why did we stop?”

    Ardor had held out his arm and halted. “A sec.” He uttered, bending to look down a root-shaped growth between large basalt stalagmites.

    “Meatroot… if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Hetterich.” Ardor glanced at the noblemen and gestured at his teammate. “Derek, your bag.”

    The Chimchar nodded and handed Ardor their supply bag as the Quilava began to cut the particularly meaty part of the plant with a short blade and stashed it into the bag.

    “Right, that’ll go to the Storehouse—” Ardor began; dusting his paws on his cloak, but was rudely interrupted by someone clearing his throat.

    “If we can MOVE on?” came the impatient sound of the oh-so-welcomed nobleman.

    Holding back a glare, Derek hauled the bag over his shoulder and huffed.  “Of course, Your Bighead Snootiness.” He muttered as he rejoined Cael in the back of the group.

    Hetterich’s head turned around so quickly that it might as well snap, his narrow eyes turned into thin squints. “What was that you said?”

    “Nothing, nothing.” Derek replied, flapping his hand dismissively. “We just have to escort the worse, don’t we?” he added dryly in a low tone as the group began to move again.

    “You’d be surprised, there will be worse.” Cael remarked as they moved deeper into the chamber. “Hmm, strange?” he added.

    “What is?”

    The Honedge gestured to the uneven floor with his sash. “Footprints. There, there, and there… looks like we aren’t the first one to tread this chamber.”

    “The Guilds did sent scouts earlier to make sure that this dungeon is safe.” Ardor piped up from up front. “Maybe those are the footprints of previous teams or even the natives which lived here.”

    Hetterich let out a scoff. “Natives? Oh please. I suggest you two talk less and walk more, or we will find two less Hunter rookies around, which is isn’t as hard as it looks like.” He sneered. “Are we clear?”

    Sensing the hard edge of the Mienshao’s tone, Ardor nodded tersely, his fists were clenched hard on his sides as Derek looked torn between amusement and anger.

    Eliminate Ardor? Ha. The Quilava wasn’t that easy to take down from what Derek had seen. There’s also the secret society Ardor and Darius had built which Derek didn’t know much about, but from what he had heard from the new recruits, they seemed to be some sort of an underground organization.

    Not that Derek was worried about what Ardor and Darius was hiding.

    Not really.

    Well, maybe.

    Perhaps, just a tad.

    Derek shook his head in annoyance. Just focus on how Ardor would kick Hetterich’s elegant rear. Yes, it’s much better, he thought gleefully.

    There were thankfully no more distractions as they finally crossed the chamber, until reached their first obstacle: a locked door.

    The door wasn’t really remarkable actually. It was a simple rickety wooden door with slightly rusted iron hinges, lock, and handles which Ardor grasped and tugged. Then he tried to push it.

    No luck.

    “Well then.” He let out a small huff and reached into his knapsack. The Quilava pulled out a tiny and long leather pouch, which he soon untied and out rolled a dozen or more lock picks. Ardor was soon making a quick work over the lock, looking thoughtful with his tongue between his teeth.

    Hetterich looked nonplussed with the revelation, but it was clear that Derek was surprised. He looked as if he wanted to ask something, but the sound of the lock clicking and the door swinging open made him forget what he was going to say.

    The chamber behind the door was more of a long corridor rather than a cave. Like the rest of the dungeon, it was still made of basalt, but light didn’t reach this part of the dungeon. Ardor had to ignite his flames to provide better lighting.

    “Hmm… so, where to now?”

    The small rookie team glanced at each other, trying to decide which way to go. Either way can be a passage to the exit, or it might not. The dim light casted by Ardor’s torch and flames, coupled with Derek’s own flame tail caused the shadows to dance as they stood, unnerving the Chimchar.

    It wasn’t long before Cael spoke up. “You know, I felt a breeze coming from the path down there.” His sash pointed to the direction on their left.

    “…looks promising.” Ardor nodded after he tried to feel the wind around. “Yes, let’s go.”

    They turned into the chosen direction and somehow ended with Derek walking in the lead. The natural hallway narrowed as they continued deeper, and nothing happened until the Chimchar yelped and slipped on something smooth but rather sharp, and purplish in color… and thread-like.

    “Remarkable. Spoolstones.” Cael exclaimed before he helped to push a grumbling Derek up. Scooping up a few of the mainly purple colored threads with the tip of his blade, the longsword-shaped Honedge hummed. “Hmm, hmm… these had grown quite exceptional.”

    Hetterich sighed, but he bent down to examine the threads nonetheless. “Stoat, your torch.”

    Ardor rolled his eyes but handed the nobleman the flaming torch.

    “Ah, yes… these are quite the fine growth…” Hetterich murmured as he stood up. He turned to Derek—who was nursing his hurting butt—and pointed. “You there, chimp, gather a few balls of Spoolstones and we’ll continue.”

    “This chimp has a name, you know?” Derek muttered, glaring all the way as he bent down to roll up the threads.

    Several rolled Spoolstones later, the Hunters team continued down into the hallway, and into a narrow corridor. It was a bit short, as they could already see the end of the path after taking two steps, but it was so narrow that they have to make a single file to enter.

     “We sure stumbled on a lot of things today.” Ardor suddenly remarked in amusement as they emerged to the next chamber.

    Derek stared at the Quilava in slight confusion, wondering why Ardor said that. “Er… yeah, I guess… oh.”

    Fleshcaps. A large cluster of them.

    Ardor nodded, kneeling down. “Alright. Let’s gather the best ones we can get and let’s move.” he said, much to Hetterich’s annoyance.

    The noble began muttering something along the lines of rookies and amateurs.

    Derek simply shrugged in a ‘whatever’ sort of way to Hetterich. What did he expect? The whole Hunters Guild had its arms full with clearing the new dungeon and already this Mienshao pulled his strings to get into the dungeon, demanding a full-fledged Hunter team to escort him through Basalt Halls? Ha, yeah right. Serves your ars—

    “…what do you think, Derek?”

    Evidently, Ardor and Cael had been discussing something because they were looking at Derek expectantly.

    Shaking his thoughts away, the Chimchar shifted on his foot. “Uh… what?” he asked lamely.

    Hetterich made an impatient noise on the back of his throat. “Just look around you, boy.

    Derek glared, but he gazed at the chamber anyway. His eyes widened as he finally registered what he was supposed to be looking at.

    They seemed to be inside a remnant of an ancient temple or something similar. The cavern was dotted with huge chunks of engraved white rocks and pillars, with vines snaking up every surface available. And snoozing far on the end of the ruins was a Barboach, who somehow was nibbling on a spoon.

    “Oooookaaaay….” Derek found himself lowering his voice down considerably. “I guess we will have to move silently.”

    Ardor nodded and turned to look around the chamber. Since the whole cave was flooded with light coming from opening far above them, the two fire types quickly extinguished their torches –and their flames in Ardor’s perspective.

    “There.” The Quilava pointed to a set of decrepit old wooden door down sitting inside a rather intact looking alcove, riddled with faded engravings and runes. Nodding to himself, he led his team up through the rubble ridden path.

    The distance was covered quickly and the small escort group made their way straight to the door, which they found to be a large double door with rusty iron frame and a large door knocker shaped into a rather grotesque looking face.

    Maybe it was just the trick of the light or the rust, but Derek swore the eyes on the face had blinked. Really, what’s with frowny, ugly faces and door knockers, he thought.

    Unsurprisingly, Ardor crouched to his knees and began inspecting the door. A frown quickly creased on his brows. From what Derek could see, there were no keyholes visible.  

    “Strange…” Ardor hummed. “The door seems to be unlocked, yet…” he gave a mighty push. The door moved an inch before there was a clang and a bump, and Ardor can push no more. “See? Something seemed to be blocking it from the other side.”

    “Why don’t try that pedestal over there?” Derek voiced his thoughts.

    All three ‘mons turned their heads/bodies to the Chimchar. “Pedestal?”

    Derek simply pointed to the stone construct to the right of the door. It was as white as the basalt around them, and pretty simple in design. It was more of a small stone cylinder sitting on a short dais, supporting two disc-like shapes stacked on each other. In the middle of the top most disc was a small, raised sphere embedded with a glowing blue gem.

    “Do you think this will open the barricade, or whatever it is behind the door?” he queried.

    “Maybe…” Ardor went to inspect the pedestal and the gem above it. “Looks like a button.”

    “It is a button.” Derek intoned dryly.

    Ardor merely gave a flippant gesture with his paw. “Whatever it is, we still don’t know—”

    “Just let the boy try it, if you are too afraid.” drawled Hetterich. His beady black eyes turned to Derek briefly, who in turn glared at the Mienshao defiantly. “Only one way to find out, won’t it?”

    The Quilava’s mouth gaped open. “If you are implying I would risk my teammate…” he began hotly.

    “Need I remind you that you are a rookie team, and thus you have no say in what I should and should not do?” Hetterich replied icily. “I say let the Chimchar try the switch, since it was his idea in the first place… or are you too afraid to try?”

    The smirk on the nobleman’s face was enough to set Derek off. “Shut up!” He snapped and promptly strode up to the pedestal and reached for the button.


    Cutting the Quilava off with a wave, Derek sent another glare at their client, who merely gazed back with that infuriating haughty impassiveness. The Chimchar opened his mouth to say something unflattering but thought better of it and let out a frustrated huff.

    Hetterich’s eyebrow rose. “What are you waiting for then? Just press it.”

    Ardor gripped Derek’s arm. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

    “It’s just a button, Ardor.” Derek shot back flatly before he slammed his fist on the button.                                   

    A sharp pain erupted on his arm right as the whole pedestal exploded into a bright purple light.

Caves of Ivor - I

Part one of Scorch Recon's Dungeon entry. Ardor has some bad experiences with thinly veiled traps. 'Nuff said. :P

NPC Cameos:
- Reuben Hetterich the Mienshao © Luvaci 
- Caelus Prodromus the Honedge 
© :Quarteon01:

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SS Atlas WIP 7 by Quarteon01
SS Atlas WIP 7
A little side project I made.I will be submitting WIPs as I progressed through the Atlas' design.

The SS Atlas is a fictional Ocean Liner which I based from Normandie and Queen Mary, with some other elements from other Ocean Liners as well. More info coming as soon as she's completed.

WIP 1:Finished her hull and half of her super structure.

WIP 2: Added the railings and promenade deck. Finalized what would be her bow. 

WIP 3: Revised her hull shape and superstructure. Added the 'plate lines' and the Second Class Enclosed Promenade windows.

WIP 4: Added the windows on the Promenade Deck(A Deck), B Deck, and C Deck. Extended the aft of C Deck slightly. Modified the lower Second Class Promenade. Added the general structure of the Boat Deck, Bridge, and bits of the Sun Deck. Modified the fore portion of the B Deck.

WIP 5: Added lifeboats, added stairs, removed the portholes on B Deck for future editing, added some railings on the B Deck bow section, remodeled the 'Docking Bridge' on the aft section of the B Deck, modified the Second Class Promenade windows on B Deck as well as remodeled the windows for the Promenade Cafe on the same deck, changed the Third Class Promenade windows on C Deck and added doors on the area, remodeled the First Class cabin windows on C Deck and re-positioned the doors to slightly fore, and added some prototype portholes on D and E Decks.

WIP 6: Added the Boat Deck structures. Added the B Deck portholes. Modified the window size on C Deck, B Deck Promenade Cafe, and the Third Class Enclosed Promenade on C Deck. Modified the forward and aft A Deck Promenade design. Completed the Bridge area. Added the Boat Deck restaurants on the aft section. Added 'coverings' for the lifeboats and removed the last lifeboat on the stern.

WIP 7: Added the Sports and Sun Deck. Revised the B and C Deck portholes and windows. Modified the bow section slightly. Added masts. Remodelled
 the Boat and Sports Deck restaurants on the aft section. Added the ship's funnels. Remodelled the shape of the stern's enclosed docking area.

Well, 2014 had been a really great and satisfying year. Improved a lot on my writing, made some new friends, got ORAS, bought HoO: Blood of Olympus (Erhm, permission to SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!) and others, so... no real complaints. XD It passed so quickly that I have barely noticed it had passed! One moment I was watching the fireworks literally going off around my neighborhood and next thing I know, I'm typing this on 12.21 AM. Not gonna sleep soon I guess |D

Welp, that's all from me, see you guys soon and once again, Happy New Year 2015! 
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  • Watching: Amagi Brilliant Park
  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Drinking: Water

    Ramzi’s Tavern and Grill was packed with every sorts of Pokémon when Ardor arrived. A long line had snaked from the restaurant’s entrance and into the street. He had to crane his neck to search for the elusive and incredibly annoying Dewott within the crowd. To his irritation, he failed to discern the Water-type’s location and had thought that the Dewott was simply pulling a prank on him—a thought that occupied his mind for the past five hours.

    Those five hours which he had used to track down the aforementioned Dewott to no avail.

    He supposed that Fennec's unique white hair would make him easier to spot, but apparently, he had vanished from the face of Parai. Ardor, who took pride in his tracking skills, was left irritated when he was unable to even spot a nick of the blue furred otter.

    “Can I help you, sir?”

    Ardor's thoughts were brought back to the present as he turned his attention to the Sandslash that had addressed him. The spiky quilled ground type was clad in the restaurant's rich red vest uniform embroidered with golden swirly patterns and trims. Gulping down the small feeling of panic down his throat, Ardor took a deep breath. “Er, yes. I’m with this Dewott–”

    A paw suddenly plopped down to his shoulder and Ardor jerked to elbow whoever was standing behind him. He froze when he heard, “Reservation under Sharpe, table for two, nine o’clock.” With a muffled groan, the fire type spun to meet the sea-green eyes of Fennec Sharpe. The Dewott had an easy-going grin on his face as he gave the Quilava an encouraging squeeze. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” he said in a whisper. “Got us a nice, comfy spot. You’ll like it.”

    “Here you go, sir.” The waiter took out a receipt and wrote something on the surface before he handed it to Fennec. “Table 6. A waitress will be right away at you. Enjoy your dinner.”

    “We will.” Fennec nodded, slipping the receipt into his shirt pocket. “C’mon.” Without warning, he grabbed Ardor’s paws and pulled the Quilava into the restaurant's revolving glass doors before the fire type could protest.

    Soft music reached Ardor's ears as he and Fennec weaved through the many round shaped tables and dining Pokémon. He was almost tempted to crush the Dewott’s paw but refrained from doing so due to the number of looks he was getting from their fellow patrons. He felt his cheeks burn from the snippets of the diners' comments as he walked past them.

    “...did this young chap lose his way?”

    “I pity his date...”

    “...what is that Quilava wearing?”

    “No sense of style at all, yes...”

    “…who are those two…” 

    He had never felt so embarrassed and self-conscious in his life. He tugged on his clothes with his free arm uncomfortably and focused on the back of Fennec’s head instead. The water type's white hair had a hint of silver on them, Ardor noted with slight fascination. 

    Table 6 was located on the far side of the restaurant. It was propped on a semi-secluded corner decorated by vine-draped walls and intricately-carved wooden paneling depicting great trees and forests. Like the others, the circular table was draped in maroon velvet cloth neatened up with what Ardor identified as Arranysan embroidery. 

    “You picked a nice place, must be pricey.” Ardor remarked as Fennec pulled the chairs out and gestured him to sit down much to his annoyance. Fennec pushed him down to the seat when he hesitated. “I can sit on my own, thank you very much…”

    Fennec shrugged and sat down, rolling his neck as a Delcatty waitress quickly came with a large bottle of wine and an ice bucket. He observed the waitress pour him and Ardor some wine before he answered, “I'm someone with fine taste,” he picked up the glass and sipping some of its contents. “What's the point of being well-off if I don't spend my dough on pricey-pricey stuff? …can't say the same about you though.” The Dewott furrowed his brows at Ardor's choice of attire. “You look like you're dressed for some jogging...and you turn up 30 minutes late. Where's your manners?”

    Once again, Ardor found himself tugging at his attire, which was a simple white colored hoodie with decorative zippers on the sides. His face flushed slightly in embarrassment when he remembered the comments from the diners earlier.

    “It's not like I know where this place is,” he murmured, thinking back to his uncharacteristic fussing over his wardrobe and the odd look Darius was giving him. The sleeveless white garment was the best possible option other than his flashy dress robe –which was a no go. He really hated that attire. He eyed Fennec’s stylish, but casual black button-up shirt a little enviously. Looking back, he would definitely look like some stuffy and snobbish nobleman if he had worn the elaborate red and white colored robes. “And did you even see the line outside?” he continued. “You just came out of nowhere as far as I know." The fire stoat turned to look at the waitress as she handed both of them a steaming bowl of soup.

    Chuckling, Fennec quipped, “For a Master, you don't seem to know every nook and cranny of this place like I expected you to.” The glass of wine stopped halfway on its way to Ardor’s mouth. “Maybe...I should lower my expectations.” Fennec shrugged. The glass in his hand was replaced with a napkin as he flicked it open and laid it on his lap. “You look out of place really.”

    Ardor was staring wide-eyed at the Dewott. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and quickly schooled his features back to neutral. “And how did you know that, pray tell?” he prompted almost casually, sipping the wine which he had forgotten momentarily.

    “Don't look so shocked,” Fennec returned with a bright smile. “Think some random Dewott would ask ya out just like that? You probably know everything about me, so why shouldn't I know everything about you?” He sampled his soup. “Mmm~ delish.”

    Closing his eyes, Ardor exhaled loudly through his nose. No point playing dumb now. True to Fennec’s prediction, Ardor had turned to rake every kind of information he could get about the water type when he seemingly vanished. From what he had gathered, the Dewott was extremely… active, for lack of better word. But recent incident regarding two Researchers, a series of killings, and a Clock Tower definitely did catch his attention.

    “Your reputation isn't too far off, Sharpe. Did you make it a habit to know your ‘victims’ –” Ardor quoted the air, “–before you asked them out?”

    “Yup.” Came the immediate reply. Fennec seemed rather nonplussed by the question, as if he had been asked that many times before. “But I'm taking a you don't have to worry about me thinking of poisoning your food.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

    As if on cue, their waitress came back with a rather large tray of exotic dishes.

    “That was fast...,” Ardor thought before his eyes focused on the tray, widening slightly as they registered an assortment of mezze, complete with yogurt and artichoke salad. “Whoa... wait. Did you order this on purpose?” he turned to look at his ‘date’ in a mix of surprise and wariness. To put it simply, the food that was prepared on the table was what Ardor grew up with back in Fȳren, and happened to be an assortment of his favourites. Did the damned Dewott have to research his background that thoroughly?

    “Better.” Fennec popped a slice of köfte into his mouth, chewing it slowly to savour the taste. “I made it especially for you. Worked here as a part-timer, so convincing the owner wasn't too difficult.”

    Ardor blinked in surprise. “You made these?” He found the notion to be quite far-fetched. Frowning in confusion and uncertainty, he picked up a stuffed Qualot berry and popped it into his mouth, letting out a satisfied sort of voice from his throat as the flavors just exploded in his mouth. “You know, this… is really good.” he remarked, taking in another bite. "I'm surprised really... did you really cook all of this yourself?”

    Fennec simply rolled his eyes in response. “It's not big of a deal. I just taught myself to survive, that's all.” He propped his elbow on the table. “Cooking is only one of my many talents.”

    “Well, I know some of these are quite hard to make,” Ardor pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Fennec’s dismissal. “You really have one hell of a talent if you can prepare something like this as if it was nothing.”

    Peering at Ardor with a flat gaze, the Dewott huffed. “You give out praise too easily.” He picked some more of the food to his plate, but not much, and began to eat them in an orderly manner.

    “That praise happens to come from someone who lived in Fȳren for more than 17 years,” was Ardor’s flat reply. “Need I say more?”

    Fennec hummed flippantly. “Well, in any case, what do you do for a living?”

    Ardor opened his mouth, about to state a snarky remark but Fennec cut him off with a wave of his paw.

    “Besides your primary job of course.”

    The Quilava raised his eyebrow and shrugged. “I joined the Hunters Guild as an apprentice, and have a part time job at the new dojo downtown.”

    Fennec’s muzzle pulled into a small smirk as he regarded Ardor mirthfully. “Is that all? You're not very good at hiding your assassin aura.”

    “For a wanted fugitive, you're not hiding yours very well either, Sharpe. Not worried that the Zigzagoon detective to sniff you out?” Ardor retorted, taking a souvlaki from the serving plate. “And what about your Lucario associate by the way? It has been a while since I saw him. I recall both of you were from the same organization.”

    “Technically speaking, most don't know that I exist.” Fennec smirked. “I can be a painter, a florist, an alchemist, anything you can think of. And I wasn't really trying to hide my identity as a former Reverse member. What's the point when it's all been destroyed?” The Water-type sampled a bit of his tarama and took another sip from his glass. “As for Noir, I haven't really revealed myself to him yet, but I will sooner or later. He was a great partner, particularly when it came to sex~” he giggled. “He'd pound me until I was sore, so, so sore~”

    Ardor had an odd look on his face. He blinked twice and shifted on his seat, giving the silver-haired Dewott an odd look. His face colored slightly at the implication. “I...see,” he coughed.

    “Is there a problem?” Fennec’s grin grew darker.


    “Well, no. Not really, no.” the fire type replied quickly. “It came as a surprise for me I guess.” Ardor shrugged, trying to get the disturbing images of Fennec and Noir together out of his mind. “Well, you sure aren't bothered by the fact most of the Royal Guards are still looking for you after your serial killing spree…” he uttered, lowering his tone slightly.

    A chuckle rumbled from the Water-type’s throat. “Like I said, I'm a Kecleon. That busybody Zigzagoon can't prove that I killed all those Pokémon.” He scoffed. “No one is going to miss them, now that their secrets have been exposed.” He paused as the waitress came back with the main dish and took the appetizer away. “Well, let’s eat for the time being. You don’t want to let the food grow cold would you?” Fennec said, digging his utensils into the meat.

    Rolling his eyes, Ardor cleared his plate and began to fill it with the new dish that had been laid out in front of them. He had to admit, Fennec’s cooking skills were beyond everything he could ever imagine. Soon, both plates were empty and the two Pokémon were drinking their wine in a satisfied silence.

    Gulping down his last glass of wine, Fennec draped his napkin over his plate and pushed his chair out. “Well, this has been fun,” he voiced out, gesturing for the waitress who had been waiting for them.

    “How can I help you, sir?” she asked.

    The Dewott flashed the waitress a charming smile. “Yeah, can we have the bill?”

    Blushing slightly, the Delcatty waitress nodded, while trying to keep her air of professionalism as she replied, “Certainly, sir.” Her onyx eyes lingered at Ardor, who was staring back at her with an eyebrow raised. “You have a really cute boyfriend by the way.” she teased as she flipped through her receipts.

    Ardor choked on his wine.

    “I do, don’t I?” Fennec replied cheekily, nodding at the bill before giving the Delcatty some Stars. Turning to Ardor, he gave the fire type a small gave and grin. “I’ll see you around then.”

    Ardor stared as the Dewott slowly made his way to the exit. Exhaling half in annoyance and confusion, he quickly followed the Water-type into the streets outside. It was quiet, bare of any Pokémon safe for a few, mostly nocturnal ones as it was close to midnight. Spotting the familiar silver haired figure not far off, Ardor quickly fell into step with Fennec.

    “So, that's it then?” he prodded, sounding a bit aggravated. “You kissed me out of the blue, invited me to dinner without me having a say, and then just walk off like that, huh?"

    Fennec shrugged, stopping before he smiled at Ardor. “You don't seem to enjoy my company, so why should I make the effort?” he asked, tapping his foot lightly on the pavement.

    “You're the most confusing 'mon I've ever met.” Ardor uttered, eyes twitching slightly.

    “At least I'm special,” Fennec chirped, leaning on a lamp post as he stopped. He puffed out some air his fingers before the Dewott queried, “Why are you licking your lips, hmm?”

    Ardor stopped what he was doing immediately. “It's a habit of mine,” he admitted, feeling a little bit foolish. “I tend to do that at random.”

    “Ooo~ Mr. Master is lying~” Fennec giggled, grinning from ear to ear. “He actually likes my taste~”

    “I do not," Ardor retorted, glaring at the silver haired otter. “And don’t call me that.”

    “Hmm...”  With a single stride, Fennec devoured the distance between them grinning from ear to ear, their breaths mingling. “That blush is not convincing me~”

    Acting on instinct, Ardor inched his head away, but Fennec's sudden grip on his shoulders somehow froze him on the spot. “S-shut up.” He attempted to intensify his glare, only to be slowly entranced by the otter's bright, sea green eyes, unable to look away. And why is his face heating up suddenly?

    Smirking from the reaction, Fennec poked his tongue out and moistened his lips, lowering his eyelids slightly as he spoke, “You make my heart skip a beat as well,” he uttered smoothly, leaning in and pressing their lips together as he hugged the Quilava closer.

    Freezing for the umpteenth of the day, Ardor's eyes shot wide open. His heart was suddenly hammering against his ribcage as his brain tried to process what was transpiring. He could feel Fennec’s lips once again pressed against his, slowly nipping and prodding him away. It didn’t feel forced somehow, and it was as if the Dewott was waiting for his reaction. He did the only thing that crossed his mind, jerking away.

    The movement however, prompted the Dewott to tilt his head to deepen his kiss, intertwining his fingers with Ardor's forepaw digits. He opted to take it slow, passing on prodding for entrance in favour of simply enjoying the feel of the Quilava's surprisingly soft lips on his. He eventually broke away, pressing his forehead against his new boyfriend's and tenderly peering into his eyes.

    Ardor sucked in a large gulp of breath. Pale green eyes bore into vivid sea green ones in shock, uncertainty, and surprise. A deep flush had spread across the fire type’s face as he stuttered, “A-ah…?”

    “Nice to meet you, Ardor.” Fennec smirked and went to peck the Quilava, much to the stoat’s surprise, and left, humming a cheerful tune to himself.

Zanker Haus - Part 2
Part 1|Part 2

This little story here stems from the number of discussions and RPs I had with Senso ever since I joined PMDU. I had never imagined that one of my characters would be shipped with anyone, much less from one of the best writers in the group. Well, the ship had set sail, no turning back now. Well, read and tell me what you think. :)

NB: Thanks for Setsuna-Senso for proofreading this. :) (Smile)

Fennec Sharpe © Setsuna-Senso



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I'm a writer, but I also occasionally draw and sketch things, but I lacked the hardware and software to upload it here. My scanner is not good enough, and I only have my laptop and my mouse at disposal so.... I stick to writing.

Anyway, I have joined DeviantArt for 2 years. I've never been active until I joined PMDUnity. It sparked my interest seeing all these good writers there. I'm mostly in, but I got into a long writers block so... yeah. The group I joined really helped to lift my block somewhat.

I'm still learning in my writing. I have grammar issues, jumping at tenses occasionally. But I'm slowly correcting the habit. I might go and write a book someday. I have some random, but good ideas jumping around my head. Who knows?

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Well, 2014 had been a really great and satisfying year. Improved a lot on my writing, made some new friends, got ORAS, bought HoO: Blood of Olympus (Erhm, permission to SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!) and others, so... no real complaints. XD It passed so quickly that I have barely noticed it had passed! One moment I was watching the fireworks literally going off around my neighborhood and next thing I know, I'm typing this on 12.21 AM. Not gonna sleep soon I guess |D

Welp, that's all from me, see you guys soon and once again, Happy New Year 2015! 
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  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
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