(I'm sure Tsar would highly disaprove of going into a dojo~ but c; Seems like a plan to me. I suppose we'll go with the 'water section' or whatever~ since Tsar would probably just be a big baby about it otherwise.)
Alright, now the two were on the first floor of a dungeon in this ridiculous dojo. Tsar would most defiantly not title with as 'pleasant'- no, he barely ever even dared coming near the entrance of this place, or go inside it for that matter. But boredom could cause people to do many things, including things that they would never dare to do before boredom arose and chose it's victim. But; there could be some very interesting items laying about. Surely everyone was getting tired at gazing upon pretty shells- even if their designs were the most peculiar! So, perhaps boredom did not only lead to possible doom; but also a good business oppurtunity- well, hopefully it would turn into that.
"You know, I still don't wanna be here," Tsar huffed, arms crossed; but really he was perfectly fine with the idea of sitting in this stupid dungeon. As long as he came across something than what was already presented in front of him. Which, at the moment was merely thick, navy-black, almost coal-coloured rocks which clung desperatly to the occasional reef sticking out. He would of gladly made an attempt to collect from the walls, but the piplup didn't want to make a fool of himself as much as he originally did not want to enter. But; the corals were pretty, shining in so many different colours. At least he was able to enter a place he didn't mind being in so much instead of a place that was more or less ridiculous- like the grass-type dungeon. Oh, if Karak had chose to go in there- the Piplup would of gladly ran out the door of that dojo and hopped behind his counter, not caring how pitiful and stupid such an action would look! "Hopefully it'll be worth it though," the piplup added, eyes narrowed in annoyance. No one had confronted them quite yet (Of course, it didn't help that they had barely moved an inch of moved at all.)- which was good. However, he wished that he could of just dragged that work-in-progress book along, perhaps find a good-looking dent in these walls, and just write away. It was quite the ideal atmospere, and Karak would get his training.
