(ACE) The DRAGON Team

The Noivern flails his wings wildly. His claws bounce off the tough metal shell, dragging down the smooth silvery surface without a crack to worm his claws into. The metal arms are compressing like a vice, solid metal down to the strange alien structures he can see through the shells translucent surface. This isn't a hug; this is like being cause in a vice and it was crushing him.
"Put me down!" The Noivern barks an order but the Metagross just raises a hand and runs it over Noiz's head with all the terrifying delicacy of an industrial robot claw picking up an egg, all that raw crushing power being limited down to a gentle touch.
"You don't have to be grumpy. We're all going to work together to help." The Metagross's mouth contorts into a smile, belied by the steel type's very pointy teeth.
Noiz can feel his heart start to race.
A steel type was bad news for a dragon like him.
He struggles to move his body but his wings are pinned so close to his sides he can't even turn around to breathe flames. This was worse than humiliating; he was completely helpless. all the metagross had to do was squeeze.
Instead the vice-like grip loosens and the bat is dropped unceremoniously to the cave floor. He quickly scrambles up, grooming his messed up fur back into it's proper place.

Clear beams. His virulent red eyes light up as he lets go of his new friend. He's finding so any friend lately. Maybe these ones will stay with him.
He takes care to keep Dysil sheltered.
Little, sweet Dysil. He liked Dysil. Dysil he wanted to keep safe.
His foot thumps down, making a clear noise for the small dragon to follow. He smiles at the Noivern as he pulls himself up. Oh dear, he didn't hug too hard did he? His master told him he had to be extra gentle with other pokemon because they weren't as strong as him but Noiz had felt really nice, like a big warm fluff~!
The big bat dragon meets his eyes and Clear smiles at him.
"Hugs make everyone happy. They are nice and warm." He says in his child-like voice.
Noiz frowns and Clear takes a step towards him. Quickly the bat dragon smiles and holds up his claws.
"You know, I think the other Noivern in the bird mask could use a hug too."
Clear tilts his head to the side, a complex manoeuvre using the strategic lowering and raising of his body on his legs.
"I will give hugs to all my friends." He says in a low rumble and moves faster than you'd think something made of metal could move. He raises his pillar-like arms high and sweeps them across the ground to try and ensnare the other bat dragon in an inescapable hug.

"I have no quarrel with them." Said dirk as Dysil looked back again, he would have liked Dirk if he gave him a chance. "We all shall defeat the monsters that inhabit this den." Dirk said. The cave dragon seemed sure of himself, maybe a little to much as the small dark dragon huffed a breath picking up the steel type as he wondered over listening to the male bat struggling around. "Put me down!" he cried out as he could only guess that Clear had him in one of his holds he called a hug. Brushing across the steel types leg letting him know he was there again.

"Hugs make everyone happy. They are nice and warm." Dysil made another sound of a grunt as he didn't want to be touched even by his friend. He was afraid of what would happen he the steel type got ahold of him like the others. Two bats, one very ground the other he didn't trust at all. Then that one other female that sounded nice but was scary. Then Dirk the only one he cared to remember the name for. "You know, I think the other Noivern in the bird mask could use a hug too." with that the earth shifts and Clear runs ahead to offer one leaving Dysil there in plain sight. As he froze feeling exposed.

Amitiel gave a weak laugh as Noiz finally got what he was asking for. " I don't know Noiz, he's just trying to be friendly unlike someone" she comments seeing the small dragon. " Dysil was it? how long have you and Clear been in here for?" asking the dragon. Dysil turned his head to the dragon type. " I don't know, hard to tell time" he growls unfriendly toward her before following Clear to the female dragon bat.

Amitiel pulled back a little disheartened by the coldness of the child as she turned her attention back to Dirk. " Well that the only known threat I can think or right now". As she looked over following the steel type now going toward the other female sure that she was going to be fine. Her eyes drifting up and down the others shape. All edges and cold. Shaking her head a little clearing it up. " I would guess it would be deeper in near the back or the temple away from the heat. So if it starts to get cold we might be close" trying to have a little courage to offer now.

Peregrine watched as Noiz feebly tried to escape the Metagoss's clutches. Crush him. Break his spine, come on, just one little squeeze. She thought, a wide grin appearing under her mask as her golden eyes watched the shiny struggle under the Metagross's silver limb. "Put me down!" Much to her disappointment, the Metagross did not seem to be inclined to kill the shiny bat. Instead he merely patted Noiz on the head with one massive, golden clawed arm.

"You don't have to be grumpy. We're all going to work together to help." Peregrine's grin dropped and she sighed in disappointment. Man, Clear was a buzzkill. "Hugs make everyone happy. They are nice and warm." She blinked. "Ain't ye made a steel though? Steel ain't warm lad." She drawled, watching as Clear released Noiz and the shiny smoothed down his ruffled fur, much to Peregrine's amusement. "You know, I think the other Noivern in the bird mask could use a hug too." Oh no. Oh no he did not. Peregrine growled lowly at Noiz, glaring at the shiny.

"I will give hugs to all my friends." With a growl, Peregrine launched herself into the air, away from Metagross's silver pillar arm. "Ye will keep them rust bitt'n claws off me, ye overgrown scrap pile." She hissed, the blood red spikes on her claws pointed downwards at the steel spider. Peregrine hated physical contact that she didn't agree to. It made her feel like they were going to backstab her, which if it were Noiz, she would very much suspect the shiny would kill her at any chance possible.

"I don't know Noiz, he's just trying to be friendly unlike someone."

Peregrine scoffed. "Lass, there's friendly a'then there's too fuckin' friendly." She replied, landing over by Dirk. At least the Druddigon was somewhat sane, unlike the rest of the imbeciles in the group. "Can we just be on you way here? Standin' around is gettin' boring, aye?" She added, trying to change the subject to what they were originally going to do.

Amitiel watched as the female Noivern back away from the steel type. She let a small timid smile form across her maw. Turning back to the rest of the group. Noiz, who seemed to want to fight something by this point, she hoped he would be okay with that personalty not getting himself killed. The female Noivern who seemed just as eager to fight, but Noiz not what lays ahead. Dirk, who seemed honest enough but he always seemed to be thinking about something else. Dysil, to young to understand what was going on. Amitiel felt more drawn to the little dragon then the rest. Maybe just her motherly nature kicking in she didn't know. Moving over to the edge of the sickly water that the daylight did reach.

"Lass, there's friendly a'then there's too fuckin' friendly."Peregrine said behind her. Amitiel knew she was right but clearly Clear had survived this long living in the cave she dreaded.  Seeing a dark reflection of herself in it. She looked startled and afraid of what might happen. ' You should be happy you've gotten this far girl ' she thought to herself. Coiling around herself looking deeper into the cave. ' Just hope no one gets killed for this foolish mission ' turning back to the others."Can we just be on you way here? Standin' around is gettin' boring, aye?" the female continued.  " Well now that we're inside, I can be honest am not sure what to do next. Wanted in the Den am in I want to clear it out of the corruption but if it's still here I just don't know anymore " sounding a little shamed " The undead are inside some where and -" she let it go. Noiz's glare would have made her timid again. Turning back to the Cave " I just don't think we're ready to just go head on " saying her thoughts this time.

"Young Dysil, may I ask where your family is?" the cave dragon started as Dysil knew his voice now. As Dysil turned his head toward him " Dead " saying or doing no more then follow behind Clears left back claw. He remained quiet as he listened to everyone conversations. All to scary and entrust worthy but Clear said they were safe. Dysil was going to trust his word if nothing else. Stopping at the opening of the cave as a drift ruffles his thick fur. Taking a deep breath as he walked toward it before Clear moved away again as Dysil quickly turned away from the opening and followed behind like a lost puppy.

Lifting one clawed wing to adjust her mask, Peregrine's glowing eyes glared at the shiny Metagross from under the rust-red iron. Powerful, yes. Intelligent? If the rumours were true, then yes. Childish? Definitely. Wasn't a good mix for the resident sociopath in the group. Peregrine clicked her tongue, A few sharp teeth poking from her top lip with the action. The Noivern finished adjusting her mask so that the silver beak sat over her nose, where earlier it had shifted a tiny bit to the side, obscuring her vision.

"Well now that we're inside, I can be honest am not sure what to do next. Wanted in the Den am in I want to clear it out of the corruption but if it's still here I just don't know anymore" Peregrine let out a loud groan, rolling her eyes and shaking her head a little. "Are ye kiddin' me lass? Ye need a prop'r plan before ye talk a mercen'ry like the lime green ass over there inta workin' fer free." She snapped, golden eyes narrowing at the shiny Dragonair. God this group was going to get on her nerves real fast.

"The undead are inside some where and -" The Dragonair cut themselves off, looking over at the cavern. "I just don't think we're ready to just go head on" Rising up onto two legs, where she grew to be taller than the average Noivern, Peregrine covered her mast with one blood red clawed wing, dragging it down without taking the mask with it. "God, ye are goin' ta give me a headache, lass. Either ye want us to go in and knock s'me heads, or ye want ta chick'n out, none a this 'maybe, maybe not' shit." She growled, folding her wings so that the red claws were poised to attack if things went awry. "Look, I'm sorry fer raisin' me voice, yeah? But God fucking damn it lass, at least give us somethin' ta work with, ye? Gotta meet us halfway here."

"Amitiel, if things get bad we can retreat and come back with another plan." At least someone there had some sense. Peregrine's spine began to protest against her standing posture, so she moved back down to rest on her wings. "Peregrine, how come you wear a mask?" Glancing over at Dirk, her eyes narrowed beneath her mask.

I could lie and use another reason, or I could give them a clue... "Ta protect my eyes and skull in a fight. It has another use, and another reas'n, but I'll share that when we aren't about ta face certain death in battle, ye hear?" She said, raising a wing and running the blood red claws through the white fur around her neck, taking out any knots she came across. The ID tags around her neck clattered together, making a soft clink sound as she shifted the black rope they were on with a claw.

The Noivern blinks.
"Hath hell frozen over? Is that a Tepig I see majestically taking flight over the horizon or is the Bird Bitch making sense?" Sarcasm drips from his words.
He spits on one hand and tidies the fur on his chest, accidentally mimicking Peregrine as he does it. To avoid catching the other Noivern's eye he looks instead into the darkness of the cave. His golden eyes easily penetrate the gloom of the underground; he was a creature of caves, the darkness should give more comfort to him that the growing glare of the lightening sky. Instead he felt a chill of foreboding run down his spine, like the dark was filled with unseen eyes watching him.
Maybe he was psychic...
He snorts.
His parents were so inbred his discolored skin was the least fucked up thing about him. If they'd allowed some psychic blood to slip in after generations of breeding daughters with fathers and brothers he'd be a lot healthier and far less valuable. That was what humans were like, they screwed up his genetics and when they got tired of the novelty of green skin they tossed him out like he was garbage.
The Noiven sneers, raising his lip to show a peak of fang.
"It also helps hide her ugly face." He rejoins the conversation with what is admittedly not his best comeback but he was distracted.
"For now, we scout. Amitiel you know the lay of the land, you too big bug. Stay up front and make sure we're going the right way. Dirk, bring up the middle in case we run into something. Deino can chill behind them."

"So that leaves you and miss Peregrine at the back?" Clear tilts his head to the side and hears the green bat dragon groan.
The one with the metal mask (helmet?) didn't seem to want a hug. He wants to hug her even more for that but he doesn't want to make her sad so he doesn't. His human had said that sometimes his hugs were a bit tight and might hurt if he got too enthusiastic so he careful to make sure he wasn't squeezing too tight. Instead he settles for smiling at the dragon and turning to look back at the cave.
"Are we going to do some fighting?" He asks in a clear childlike tone. "This is our safe place. Here is safe. We had to block the cave with rocks to stop the bad things from getting in. They don't come this far but there's a lot more bad things deeper in."
His yellow claws thump into the ground.
"We should stick together to stay safe."
He shuffles awkwardly from side to side.
"Can we be friends? I would like it...if you would be my friends."

"Are ye kiddin' me lass? Ye need a prop'r plan before ye talk a mercen'ry like the lime green ass over there inta workin' fer free." Peregrine said sounding rather annoyed with her. Having every right to be on top of that, Amitiel looked over her tail tip rubs the top of her maw. She didn't quite understand that term mercenary, as she looked over at Noiz. "You're right am sorry it's just... when you're so mind set on wanting one thing and you get it, then don't know what to do after" the dragonair said now full attention back on the other female. ' Like you're self' adding quietly in her head as he cheeks turn pinker at the thought having to look away.

"God, ye are goin' ta give me a headache, lass. Either ye want us to go in and knock s'me heads, or ye want ta chick'n out, none a this 'maybe, maybe not' shit." Peregrine continued, again she was right. Amitiel just didn't want to be the reason why they got hurt or killed. Hearing that that ice demon may still be alive in here some where. "Look, I'm sorry fer raisin' me voice, yeah? But God fucking damn it lass, at least give us somethin' ta work with, ye? Gotta meet us halfway here." Amitiel nods her head, "Am sorry you're right again, I've not been the easiest to make a choice. But we're together on this now and I want to know what every one else wants to do before throwing our self's blindly at this. I Don't want others to get hurt for my goals, I don't want to be the selfish one." looking back at Peregrine feeling a little better just seeing her there.

"Amitiel, if things get bad we can retreat and come back with another plan." She looked over at Dirk who spoke up at last with something that made seance at least. " Yeah that sounds good, we can always try and bunker out in Noiz's cave if there is room and he lets us" looking back at the dragon in question now. Amitiel looked down again at the small dragon type wondering around after Clear like a lost puppy having not really interacted with anyone but Clear. He had no wings, like clear but clear could just climb up. Her near motherly concern pokes it's head up to her forefront of her mind, sighing. She would have to get Dysil to at least trust her some time. If everything went bad, would Dysil live to see her mistake. Flinching at the thought.

"For now, we scout. Amitiel you know the lay of the land, you too big bug. Stay up front and make sure we're going the right way. Dirk, bring up the middle in case we run into something. Deino can chill behind them." Looking over at Noiz who was on the same boat as Dirk now. Thus giving them a plan of action. She nods her head, not even giving a second thought her and Clear were once again being used as meat shields. "Well if anything remains how I remember it there is going to be a lot of water involved. With the water levels this high more so, so may have to swim at some places as the narrow tunnels leading deeper in are to narrow to use ah... wings. The main chamber is open and fairly large, the temple or what remains is in the middle. Am going to make a safe guess that's where it is." moving ahead near the rim of the water not wanting to go in unless it was needed.

Dysil listened to them talking, the soft voice was soft again. Following behind clears leg again as he listened to the plan. Noiz has he labeled the voice matching the near gruff deepness wouldn't even call him by his name. He didn't want to be at the back of the group, nearly walking into Clear's leg as he stopped. "Are we going to do some fighting?" Clear said. "This is our safe place. Here is safe. We had to block the cave with rocks to stop the bad things from getting in. They don't come this far but there's a lot more bad things deeper in." The small dragon nods his head, though he doesn't remember how he got into the cave Clear was the only pokemon he came across that didn't smell sick. "We should stick together to stay safe." Dysil making a small distasteful sound at having other pokemon around.

Amitiel continued ahead a slow moving serpent, coils near slipping into the cold water. Before sighing picking herself off the ground hovering just above it. 'Wings' flapping lazily keeping her afloat, moving a little quicker. " IF Arceus smiles on us today there might be some useful items inside" though again unsure of herself. The orb on her throat casting a little light as she focused some energy on it. Helping her see a few more feet ahead. " I don't want to go with these pokemon Clear... I want to stay here in safe..." moving along the back of the group listening to them. Each having different weight and smells to follow. The small dual type getting a little lost through the turns unable to keep up. Amitiel drifting up ahead a little to quick for the others to keep up. Stressed, feeling like she was the point of stress to the group. Unsure what to do, maybe she would be better off just leaving. Amitiel turned off down a path that she knew would lead her away from the group, "am sorry and vanished into the dim cave.

(Leaving post)

((OOC: Please skip me, been trying to sort out our sick cat all day and I can't concentrate for a post. Peregrine curses at Amitiel for leaving and then suggests they continue on.))

The Noivern grumbles something under his breath, unsure of what it would be if he voiced it but that it would definitely be something disapproving.
He flares his wings, resolving that even if the thought of going into the cave unnerved him he wasn't going to show it.
"Come on." He huffs and pushes against the Metagross. It's like trying to move some piece of industrial machinery but he manages to shove the metal-bodied spider forward a few shuddering steps.
"I am worried about Dysil." The Metagross points out.
Noiz sighs.
"We're friends right?" He says with a note to the word friends that belies his cheerful tone. "We're just going in to explore the cave, no need to get worried. If things get tough we'll just run away."

The Steel type blinks his massive eyes.
"Do you promise?" He asks in a low voice.
"I promise." The Noivern says seemingly with sincerity, rolling his eyes as soon as the steel type's back is turned.
Clear thinks.
He knows that this cave area is safe and the area beyond is not, he's not sure why anyone would want to go from a place that wasn't safe to place that they knew had danger. Unless they knew they could beat the danger and make the not-safe place safe? But could they? Clear isn't sure. He's just found new friends, he doesn't want them to die so quickly. Would it be better if he helped?

((OOC: Crap post, not sure what's happening regarding Ami and Dysil))

((OOC: Skip. I'll come up with a decently okay post next round. Peregrine is just following after thr group, opting to guard from behind))

With a thump that shakes dust from the walls the Metagross puts his foot down. His golden claws dig straight into the ground, leaving pockmarks in the stone. A mouth greater than Noiz thought possible opens, the steel type's entire head unhinging as a deep rumbling noise echoes up from the back of his throat.
"Dysil!" He calls out and shakes more dust from the ceiling as the large steel type's front legs hit the ground hard.
The metagross looks decidedly panicked. His red eyes flicker over the surrounding area but there is no space nearby where the tiny Deino may have hidden.
The small hiccuping sound of a pokemon about to cry sounds like a skitty meowing into a tin bath.
"Dysil is missing." The massive psychic type sobs. "Dysil was my friend."
A massive foot like a battering ram smashes into the ground. The metallic spider looks to be on the verge of breaking down. Great blobby tears run from his red eyes.

"Calm down." Noiz orders, rotating his sensetive ears to see if the Metagross's bawling has attracted any enemies. Now wasn't the time to walk into an ambush, seeing as Amitiel had apparently disappeared along with the Deino. Now was the moment when he was half tempted to bugger off on the offchance the shiny skinned Dragonair never returned but the cave's dark gloom is starting to annoy him.
The sensible thing to do would be of course to leave. Without the Dragonair here to urge them on he had no reason to get into a fight but the dark of the cave got under his skin somehow. He felt a bit afraid and when he felt a bit afraid it made him feel a lot angry.
Clear sobs, looking directly at him for guidance.
Shit, did he just become the leader of this little expedtion? Well, if it gave him an excuse to boss Bird Bitch around...
"They probably just moved ahead while we were talking.' The Noivern says to reassure him, certain the unfamiliar words sound insincere.
"He's dead.' Clear says hollowly. "When my friends leave they die. Sometimes they don't care about me anymore. Sometimes they fall asleep and wake up wrong. Then I have to stand on them like [i]squish.' His massive foot thumps the ground in demonstration.

They were just going to go around and around in circles like this. With a groan, Peregrine dropped off from the back of the group, turning to glance over her shoulder at Noiz. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded the shiny, but there was nothing she could do if he was going to lead them. There was no way that the shiny would let her gather followers like that. Curling her lip under the mask, Peregrine fantasized about killing off the shiny once and for all. While the bat had the strength advantage, Peregrine had the speed.

Humming quietly to herself, the Noivern half opened one wing to check the lime green membrane. Her golden eyes traced over the few scars and cuts, and the bat's gaze narrowed slightly. Clicking her tongue in disapproval, the Noivern stretched the wing, before moving it back to where she could walk on it. With a shake of her head, Peregrine moved back up to where the group had travelled ahead to. The voices of the others were drowned out by the bat's thoughts as she looked over each of the gathered pokemon.

The only one who would pose a possible threat would be Clear. That Metagross will be a pain to take down. She thought, before a cruel grin spread underneath her mask. But, if I can get him on my side, then they are going to be invaluable against the others here. Her golden gaze flickered over to Dirk. The Druddigon would be the easiest to get under her claw. They were drawn to protect others, from what she had observed. Parting her jaws slightly, Peregrine swiped her tongue over her teeth, feeling the sharp points. The sudden taste of iron told the masked bat that she had nicked her tongue on one of her teeth. Savouring the taste for a few moments, Peregrine moved back to stand beside Dirk. May as well join back into the conversation.

Lowering her head to be level with Dirks, Peregrine whispered quietly, "Are ye dead set on tryin'a protect me or somethin'? Because if that's true, surely ye can't stand Noiz calling me all those names, aye?" A grin formed under her mask. "Give 'im a piece of yer mind, lad. I don't know about ye, Dirk, but those names tha bastard calls me can get quite offensive." She purred, before moving back away to where she could see if the Druddigon would go through with it.

"See, your friend is fine." Noiz tells the metagross, not sure if he believes the Druddigon is telling the truth but grateful for an excuse to get moving. He is itching for battle now, even though he's not sure what an itch actually feels like. Enough talking, he had already gone this far and he wasn't going to leave until he'd had a fight that made him feel alive.
He shoves the Metagross forwards. It's like trying to push over a crane and Clear doesn't budge an inch but the steel type at least notices the pressure and starts to move forwards.
It's slow going but walking behind Clear is as good as walking behind a wall and that cheers Noiz up considerably.
The steel type's feet thud down with every step in a solid but steady rhythm like the pounding pistons of some industrial machine and it's easy enough to dismiss it as background noise.
It may not be the best position for fleeing but being behind a thick sheild is just as good and this way he can keep and eye, or more accurately an ear, on Peregrine's actvities...

Clear walks with a mechanical slowness. One part of his segemented brain is devoting itself entirely to navigating, moving the four limbs that were once seperate bodies in sync with each other. One of them had been called Clear back when he was merely a Beldum. Now the collective of four had that name.
The thud of his feet on the ground was solid. He had perfect geographical positioning according to grandpa. He only had to walk through a place once and he remembered it exactly. One foot thuds down, swivels in it's socket and raises again.
He isn't sure where the bat dragon wants to go...
The thought niggles at him. The bat dragon had told him to get moving and because he was polite and didn't want to block the way he had started walking. They had walked out of the safe place. Bad things were here. They were going to meet some and then they would fight. That's as far as Clear's thoughts ran. Trying to judge which of their new friends would survive just made them sad.
Thud.
His foot thumps down and his red eyes pick out movement in the shadows. There is something fluttering under a stalactite, it's shadow making the shadow of the rock larger.
"Don't stand under that rock." He warns, indicating the rock in question by raising a yellow claw.

The Noivern's eyes go to the indicated rock. There is indeed something fluttering around it. As a cave dweller his golden eyes easily peirce the shadows around the stalactite's base.
A Zubat.
He snorts.
The tiny blue bat pokemon were weak. Their only strength came in their ability to swarm an opponent and overwhelm them with numbers. In the past this had only been a minor annoyance to other pokemon that lived in the caves; the swarm left alone any long term dweller that could repell them. These days the things got suicidal. Not even fire would stop them trying to rush them. This was clearly a moment that required delicacy and tact.
The shiny noivern opens his mouth and squeaks. The sound is at a high pitch, only the other Noivern in the cave and the Zubat sound hear it. The tiny flying type beats its wings, trying to locate the source of the sound and bouncing into the wall.
It flies closer to the center of the cave where everyone can see the purple of its wings extending across its body and the damage that has been done to it's ears.

((OOC: Please skip, the messages weren't working for me and I can't think straight))

The Noivern walks past the confused Zubat still trying to find the source of his call.
"This one is a scout, there'll be more up ahead." He points out to the rest of the group. "Keep an eye on the ceilings, they like to hide by rocks and drop on whoever walks underneath them. If you don't attention you could get bit then I have to remove something."
There not a hint of emotion in his voice, he speaks like lopping off limbs to prevent infection is something he does or at least sees every day. There is no doubt that if it comes to it he will do it.
The shiny rolls his golden eyes at the Druddigon's comment but manages to hold his tongue for now. While usually he wouldn't care enough about the others opinion to hold his tongue right now his concerns were on where the rest of the zubat and golbat swarm were.
It was morning, they would have filtered back from their night time flight into the caves but if there were scouts still out they couldn't be too far away.
Noiz views the murky water with derision. There could be all kinds of filth in there and he didn't know Surf.
"Swim if you want, I'm going to fly." He flexes his wings and leaps in the air.

Clear surveys the water's edge. It's just a small puddle across the ground, he isn't sure what about it is so bad that his new friend has to fly. With care he raises one massive foot and steps down in the water. It flows up to his claws but not past the silvery band around the top of his foot.
Splash.
He shivers like scaffolding in a strong wind.
"Cold!" He yelps.
Indeed, the cold cave water is freezing against his metallic shell. He raises his foot and another splashes down in the water. In a spiderlike fashion he raises one limb and another splashes down in the water.
He laughs like a child.
"Splish splash~" He half sings, playing in the puddle and giggling to himself.
The water drips off his golden claws as he splashes around until the cold liquid is dripping off his metallic shell. He shakes to get the cold liquid into his joints. Cold water was good for cooling him down. It stopped his brains from overheating.

Ooc)) skip Dirk stays quiet for the time being.