Team Side Mission - A Thrifty Bazaar Megadventure

[Darksol88]

Claydol's teleportation would be quick and to the point, GRAY surprisingly quiet about the whole thing. Maybe the AI had its reasons, or it'd save the remarks for later. Either way, everyone would find theirselves just outside of the apparent supermarket marked on their SNAGs, but there was no bustling to be had. The place looked to have been abandoned for quite some time, with even the outside looking to be in rough shape. A decrepit sign, bent at the top and slightly eroded due to lack of upkeep, made mention about some sort of trifty... something. The rest was hard to make out for some reason.

For some reason, the feeling of someone or even something watching them would be hard to shake, and it left Amaranth feeling apprehensive at the very least, looking around at anyone else that had arrived thanks to Claydol. "Is... this the place?" She asked, secretly hoping the SNAG's tracking was wrong.  

[Arkelos]

Arkelos took a strong disliking to the teleportation. "Oh, that's nothing like my Abra, however now that i've been here, maybe next time, i'll take my personal ride. No offense." he said with a green look about him.

Taking a moment to get over his sick feeling, Arkelos looked around. "This- This is the place??" with a shocked expression. "What happened-" Arkelos stopped mid-sentence. "We're not alone are we? My ears will not stop twitching. "I sense, something... i ca not pin point it. I've never felt this kind of energy." Taking a look inside the building from the entrance he sniffed the area. "I don't think it's coming from the build." he said looking at the group. Turning back to the building, his skin began to crawl, "Ummmm- I'm not the only one that feels they are being watched; Am i?"  

[Darksol88]

TerashiLeonGoken

Blizzard120

Arkelos

"Was a grocery store" would appear to be an apt assessment. With Tristen and Blizzard being the first to enter, what they saw looked to be about right. The lack of running lights kept the place fairly dark even in the middle of the day. Shelves of food were still around in limited quantities, and rarely was any of it on the shelf in a way that looked like it was stocked recently. If there wasn't a lot of dust or a couple of cobwebs on it, it was strewn on the floor or crushed a bit. Quality of the food and its expiry date was less of a hard rule and more of a guideline, a testament to the state of the place.

This was to say nothing about any of the tills. They looked like they would be functional if the place still had electricity running, maybe. There was the odd one or two that looked like it had shifted considerably, if not forcibly shoved to be where it was. A few shopping carts littered the area to compliment the odd "decoration" of the place, some of them empty and others with varying amounts of items. Whatever had happened here, it didn't look to be a closing that was planned terribly well. If it was planned at all. As the ambience finally set in, Blizzard's SNAG would go off as GRAY decided to speak up for once.

"Sure, you all turn on a tracker, I pinpoint the last known location of a SNAG, and I'm the one off my rocker. If you have time to ask why someone's out in this place, you have time to be offering the help they requested before they run into any odder fellows than whatever prompted the message."

It'd be around this time that Amaranth finally came inside herself, noticing the state of the place and overhearing GRAY's remarks. "Well, excuse us for thinking it's weird that it'd be pinpointed to place that hasn't been a one-stop shop in, what, years?" She spoke up. "Unless you're really excited for rot and mold..." A shudder would follow, alongside a light gag at the idea.

The team's entrance wouldn't go unnoticed, however. Though no one else could be seen, a distant can of beans could be heard rolling and clattering alongside a low, barely audible mumble to curse the the offending item.  

[Arkelos]

Arkelos entered after the others, "Quite strange, it looked to as if the place was abandoned all at once. No foot prints, no signs of struggle. Truly is odd that-" Arkelos stopped to hear a can rolling. "Ummm, Yall did any of you drop a can- or roll one at that?" he nervously asked the group. Reaching for his pokeballs, Arkelos prepared for the worst.

"It's all in your head, it's all in your head. They all got evacuated, that's all. Everyone got teleported out. That explains it. Yeah, teleported; all at once." he kept muttering to himself.

Arkelos' heart skipped a beat when he heard someone from behind.  

[glitchedmirrors]

Lynnette and Silver would teleport in along with the others, and Lynn would let out a gasp as she saw the state of the building. Silver, however, would wrinkle his sensitive nose up at the stench coming from it. "Are you okay Silver? You're making a funny face," Lynn would comment, starting to walk towards the building while glancing over her shoulder. "You mean you don't smell that?" the hybrid would respond, baring his teeth in disgust. Lynnette would breathe in deeply through her nose, though she wouldn't catch whatever it was that Silver was smelling. "Sorry Silver, but, my nose isn't as sensitive as yours. Just try to ignore it while we investigate, okay?" Lynn would calmly say, grabbing Silver's hand and pulling him forward.

As the two entered the building, Silver would recoil a bit, gagging on the overpowering stench of dust and probably rotting food. He would turn blind eyes to Sub, who had also commented on the smell. "It's more than musky in here Sub. It's absolutely rank," Silver would growl out, shuddering slightly. Lynnette would sigh, but didn't comment this time. The Houndoom hybrid would distracted from the vile scents bombarding his nose for a moment though, his ears perking up at the sound of something metallic, a can of some kind, rolling along the floor. "We should really quiet down. I don't think we're the only ones in here," he would say, snarling as he did so.  

[Darksol88]

SubonicXP

Arkelos

Darktornathore

TerashiLeonGoken

Blizzard120

All Sub would get from Amaranth was a sudden cough as the scent of whatever sort of special tea he was drinking hit her, if it could even be called tea. "Wh- Sub, what sort of tea is that!? It smells bad enough in here, and I don't envy any hybrids right now," she remarked, choosing to ignore Sub's answer for the sake of whatever constituted as sanity here. "And no, I didn't drop any-" In her attempted to move to the side and get away from the horrible smelling tea, she'd end up kicking a can herself that was on the ground. "...never mind. When did you get here?"

The remark of someone dying in here didn't set well either, not when the place looked to make that idea plausible. It was something she didn't want to think about, but with the rolling can's sounds now being replaced with a door closing, something gave her the feeling that the place wasn't totally devoid of life. "Or whoever did that...?"

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Elsewhere in the abandoned mart, a conversation seemed to be going on, but not where anyone could hear easily or make out what was said. Thank goodness for the modern marvel called a door.

"Really? More people!? What, did you put a neon sign outside?"

"How would I know? You saw that... thing on that weird guy before they took him to town. Maybe they hit something on it! Shoulda went with them, but someone's gotta keep an eye over here..."

"But there's a lot of voices! And I'm pretty sure one of them took the tea I was saving for later."  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Odd would be fine, not by the Snagems, unfortunately, but by whoever his captors were to have been awakened at last. "Ugh...where am I? This isn't the Lost Hotel..." He groaned to himself, acutely aware that he neither recognized the area around him, nor the people he was with. The next thing he became aware of was that he wasn't bound in any way.

~I'm not someone's prisoner...~ He thought to himself as he tried to sit up. He wasn't yet aware of his missing Pokeballs so he wasn't too worried just yet. The last three Ng he remembered was waking up long enough to struggle with reading his SNAG's keyboard well enough to ask for help from the others. After that was just a blank. Not surprising seeing as he was still badly beaten and fairly exhausted.