The Battle Hall || Afternoon
Cinder 228 || Faux 188 Faux drank in the scents of the room. The heavy smell of nature inside a man-made place was almost nostalgic. Wood and leaves, old plants and dust, it reminded her of days long past. Were her old charges alright, had they survived these hard years? Padding around inside she listens for anything, anyone, but other then the rustle from the wind its solemnly quiet.
"At least the air here isn't sullied with corpses and blood like the tower was. If I was Arry, where would I hide at?" Bastet comments a very shared sentiment. Though clean and unassuming they would need to keep their guards up regardless, and the fox focused on the task at hand.
"A small, heavy Pokemon would stay low to the ground." Things at her eye level and lower that would catch the eye of a curious lad.
Avoiding the noisy leaves as much as possible Faux kept her nose low and sniffed while searching for anything of interest. Something shiny, noisy, brightly colored, moving, anything that could pull a child's attention. A glimmer in the leaves catches her eye, and gently brushing them aside she spies a held item that was cast aside. In its hay day trainers would work to receive such a thing, but with no need for such an item the fox turned away without a second glance. Raising her head Faux sweeps her gaze across the room. Piles of leaves were shifted and pushed in some spots, moved in a way the wind could not.
"Somethings been through here recently." The fox comments as she traces a winding trail with her eyes. The thick musty scent of the leaves overrode everything else, making it impossible to tell who or what had come this way. Would Arry tromp through leaves, would that still be fun for a heavy steel type?
Their quick and quiet search was not moving fast enough for Cinder's itching nerves. Avoiding the leaves like a plague, her crackling flame a flickering hazard, she jumps about on objects and furniture while giving the main room a search. Coming in from the door the floor sloped downward with gentle steps, but it allowed for a lot of debris to pile up lower in the room. With massive leaps the Quilava jumps from box to barrier to PC, her feet nimble and way lit by her own flames.
"Arry, you in here kiddo?" She calls out, voice thrown but not yelled. The further she traveled into the long room the bigger the objects, branches, limbs, and stones that had tumbled down the stairs after being moved inside. Surely the wind was not strong enough to move all these things. Flames lick at her teeth, desperate to ignite all the green waste and clear out the room, but even she was not that naive and smothered the small fire before it could be set free.
Following the trails through the leaves Faux realized there were several, with a few being more obvious than others. Were Pokemon frequenting this place?
That would explain it being well-kept.. and the explosion yesterday could have chased them away. As they continued their search the Espeon spied the next sign of life.
"Not something Arry would do. He eats iron so this is not something he'll chew on. That however, that's a clue." Padding over the fox sniffs at the vent hesitantly. Clean air was still flowing through, and with the cover tossed aside any small Pokemon could travel or hide. A second passes and Faux must stifle a groan.
Of course he would. The amount of times Arry managed to find holes and gaps... It must be instinctual for a Pokemon that feeds on ore deposits to borrow and explore caverns, or anything that could potentially be called one. Placing her paws inside and shooting a small flame forward for light the fox seems nothing of concern.
"Well, its certainly a place he would go." A secure path that could send him anywhere else on the floor...
A heavy thump next to her makes the fox flinch as Cinder drops in beside the pair of Pokemon.
"Too many leaves piled up in back to see anything." She shrugs, the information giving them little to work with.
"There's no obvious signs of him, so we may as well see where this leads us." The duct work would allow air to travel anywhere on the floor, and while the turns were logical on a schematic traveling in them could easily be disorientating. Faux's tails flicked, acknowledging that she was the smallest among them as she crouched once more to enter, but Cinder was quick to weasel her way past the fox.
"Times a wasting!" She barks cheekily, her voice already echoing as she squeezing her long frame into the gap. A snug fit perhaps, but still very doable.
"Stop messing around, you're too big for this."