''You weren't teasing?''

"No More Salt Puns" Part 1 of 19

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Team Zeppelin

Zeppelin’s Dungeon

* Team Zeppelin are an art-only team with only an art application! As such, I believe their story here will be graded on art alone. However, I have chosen to include a written work for any and all curious *

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Ezra stopped laughing when he saw the look on the Floatzel’s face. "Oh. You mean you weren’t teasing?"

 "Why’ould Ah joke ‘bout this?"

 The Meowth shifted his paws. The floor was soft red carpet, and he almost wished he could dissolve straight through it. Almost.

 "Here, listen. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, Cass. I was just surprised that you’d ask me. Ask us. Isn’t this the same guy who almost hit me’n Toto with a Wailord?" Ezra sheathed and unsheathed his claws. They caught on a loose thread, and he paused to toy with it. "I don’t, um, it’s that he’s a bit- Okay, has it occurred to you that the guy is completely nuts?"

 Cassidy rubbed his thumbs into the dips of his eyes and got up from the desk. "Look, Ah know it sounds weird an’ it’s real short notice and e’erythin’, but we can’t keep ‘im in th’ city anymore. Not fer now. He’s destroyed eighteen buildings, burst a tunnel full a’ bustershoot, and he’s freakin’ injured a hundred forty ‘mon in five weeks’ time."

 A coil of dread slithered into Ezra’s heart. He let go of the carpet. "Then why isn’t he in jail?"

 "He’s too fast." Cassidy regretted admitting his weakness immediately, but the Meowth was staring up at him with enormous eyes and he had to go on. He started to pace the small room, casting millisecond glances at the window that showed the field outside. Cripes, he wanted to be out there right now, tossing blankets and canteens onto carts. "We haven’t had th’ time or resources. Lately our mits’ve been full a’ those ninjas, an’ gettin’ ready to take the Subseed Dungeon-"

 "But he’s killing people!" The words sent Ezra trembling despite himself. Those lives that had been lost-

 "No he ain’t. And that’s why we haven’t gotten ‘im. ‘Cuz he may be tearin’ down the city brick by brick, but ‘til he goes’n kills someone he ain’t ranked higher’n . . . ‘n . . ." Cassidy waved his hand at the big desk, trying to give the illusion of mess. Since he hated wasting time in the office there wasn’t much of it. Just a single yellow scroll with ends that waterfalled off the desk at either side. ". . . than all these other priorities we got ‘ere."

Ezra of Team Roulette

Cassidy (NPC)