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TWSTERY DUNGEON AU LORE!!!

Part 5 - Team Deep-Sea

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Fish Trio real! I hope people appreciate the way I've differentiated the twins,,, I think it's pretty obvious but I also thought it was clever so... erm. yeah.

Team Deep-Sea is the third rescue team that the protagonist will encounter as they adventure alongside the Nightwing Guild. Full of cunning, conniving water-dwelling Pokemon, this team naturally excels when it comes to handling missions that require a degree of underwater exploration. While they often accept underwater quests free of charge, they do charge quite the high price for helping other teams with missions, especially those that occur on land. They are led by the business-minded Octillery, who is always ready to cut a bargain if the price is right...

There are three members of this team that lead Team Deep-Sea and make sure the team remains known throughout the guild:

Octillery: Octillery is the leader of Team Deep-Sea, and is quite a smug individual. As leader of this team, he often asks for compensation for any requests he’s been given to fulfill. Additionally, he runs a goods trade on the side for guild members who don’t want to go to the main shops of Sage Town or can’t find what they’re looking for at Banette's shop. What a generous Pokemon, don’t you think? He’s also a bit of a crybaby, however, it’s not often that this side of him is shown to others.

Nature: Sassy. Hates to Lose. Ability: Suction Cups - The opponent cannot escape battle with the user of this ability. Moveset: Octazooka, Hydro Pump, Helping Hand, Wrap. Special Move: Copycat

Eelektrik and Eelektrik: The Eelektrik twins are two of the most valuable members of Team Deep-Sea, as one of them serves as Co-Leader for the team, while the other is notably strong and intimidating. They're both harbingers of chaos in their own unique ways. Co-Leader Eelektrik is more reserved and prefers to cause trouble from the sidelines, whereas his brother is more sporadic and upfront when it comes to creating problems throughout the guild. Despite what they insist, they are quite close with their leader and always ensure that Octillery gets his way...

Info for Jade:

Nature: Modest. Highly Curious. Ability: Levitate - Ground type moves cannot hit the user. Moveset: Eerie Impulse, Thunderbolt, Charge Beam, Thunder. Special Move: Fake Out

Info for Floyd:

Nature: Naughty. Likes to Thrash About. Ability: Levitate Moveset: Take Down, Bind, Thrash, Wild Charge. Special Move: Agility.

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If you shave off a dworfs beard, would their be another beard behind it?

THE TRUTH REVEALED: Dworfs are just an endless matyroshka doll of beards.

Okay, okay, here's some real lore about dworf beards...They are THICC, boi. They have more density than human hair, and they do not resemble human hair on a molecular level. Each strand is thicker, stronger, and courser, which gives dworfen hair (including facial hair) a rougher, stiffer texture. It's not soft, it's more like petting a stiff-bristled brush.

Some dworfs use chemical products to soften their hair, but these products have drawbacks like making it thinner and more brittle. Anyway the point is, any dworf who wants to shave their beard can't just use a regular ol' razor that a human would use, because that thing would be thrashed after three swipes. They use special, heavy-duty razors which they must sharpen pretty much after every use.

Dworfs tend to take good care of these razors because a good one is expensive. They cherish them like sirenes cherish their favorite combs. Most dworfs don't shave their beards smooth, but almost all dworfs at least trim them regularly, and regular scissors won't do either. They need special shears for this which are strong enough to cut wire.

Also, you don't know real pain 'til you've brushed against a dworf's stubble. It's like low-grit sandpaper, it's awful. In some cases it can actually cut human skin! (Humans have the softest skin of all commoners, so that isn't saying much. But still...)

TL;DR: dworfs don't have beards under their beards, but it grows so fast and so thick that they might as well.

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Tinsel & Tourists Chapter Twenty

Word Count: 1,804 (chapter continued under the Read More - warning for a little fighting gore and angst (last chapter of angst, I promise!))

Dean’s POV

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“Dean? The infamous Dean Winchester? Now that really will be a sacrifice to appease,” the druid said, stepping closer to reveal itself. A monster in a woman’s body.

Dean bared his teeth, putting his arm out to ward Cas; making himself a human shield. “Unfortunate for you but higher powers are at work lately. So I’d love to go sacrificing myself for whatever God you’re so desperate to get on your knees for, but I’m a little busy thanks.”

“You think your God is the only one out there?” the druid scoffed.

“Oh, no. I’ve run into several, and I’ve killed every one I’ve gotten my hands on. You’re just the next in line,” Dean snarked, very casually taking a small step towards Libby, pulling Cas with him.

“You’re a sinner, just like the rest of them. Maybe even more so, despite the fact you’ve been touched by the chosen ones,” the druid sneered in disgust.

Dean huffed out a humorless laugh. “Funny you say that. Pretty sure parading around in someone else’s meat suit qualifies as a litany of sins,” Dean said, carefully drawing the conversation out. He just needed to push Cas and Libby out of the cave. As soon as they were clear of danger, he could rip the bitch apart for coming anywhere near Cas.

Snarling, the druid suddenly morphed, revealing its decrepit body and gnarled face, rotten and sagging flesh. And then it launched itself at Dean.

In a quick move, Dean used his grip on Cas to shove him towards Libby, aiming his gun and firing off three quick shots at the monster's head. The bullets did nothing, sinking in but having no impact as it turned around and let out a sickening howl. “Did you think your bullets could touch me?” it barked.

“No. I just needed time to get this out of my pocket,” Dean said, depressing the aerosol can and flicking his lighter on. A burst of flame jetted through the air, catching the druid across the face in a bright orange explosion. An agonized scream echoed around the cave, and Dean shot backwards, snagging Cas by the waist and grabbing Libby and hauling her to her feet.

“Run!” he shouted, pushing them towards the cave’s entrance. But they weren’t quick enough. The druid propelled itself at them, catching Cas by the leg and hurling him backwards against the cave wall.

Cas let out a cry of pain, and Dean stumbled towards him, spinning at the last second so he was standing protectively over Cas. “Lay a hand on him again, and I will rip you to pieces,” Dean said, voice deadly calm as he realized it was the honest to God truth.

“You don’t have it in you,” the druid snarled.

Dropping into a combative stance, Dean raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Do you not know where I’ve been for the last 40 years? I was mentored by the greatest torturer in Hell. I know ways of ripping you apart that you couldn’t even begin to fathom,” Dean threatened.

The druid took a step back, even though it was still smirking with its twisted lips. “Maybe I should let the girl go, and put you in her place. Sacrifice you and your lover together. Purge the world of your sinful relations.”

“Go ahead and try, bitch,” Dean said, dangling the aerosol canister in his hand.

“That may hurt, but it can’t kill me. You are defenseless, you infinitesimal human.”

Dean shrugged, aiming for casual. “Maybe. But I’m willing to go down swinging if it means protecting him for however long I possibly can,” Dean said, darting his eyes down to Cas before flickering his gaze over to Libby.

Cas must have been helping her with her restraints, because she’d finally unraveled the last of the rope. She was near the entrance. She could escape. He just needed to keep the druid's attention on him.

Locking eyes with Libby, he nodded his head imperceptibly towards the entrance. ‘Go,’ he mouthed, hoping to God she got the hint before he wheeled his attention back to the druid, which was creeping ever closer. Time to piss the fucker off and get it’s full anger on him.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a piece of mistletoe he’d plucked off one of the trees as he’d been searching for Cas. “Pretty sure you worship this shit, don’t you? You think it fell from Heaven and it’s a sign from your God?” Dean said, flicking the cap off his lighter. A flame flickered up, setting the mistletoe on fire.

The druid went berserk, letting out a blood-curdling scream as it charged at Dean. When he looked up at the entrance to the cave, Libby was gone. Now he just had to hope she’d run far enough already that if he made his move that they wouldn’t run into her.

As the druid threw itself at Dean, long fingernails and sharp teeth gnashing, Dean bolted for the entrance, bursting out into the cold air as the druid chased him.

Thank God. At least it was focused on him now and not Cas or Libby. But no matter how fast Dean thought he was, he knew it was faster. He’d barely made it a hundred feet from the cave before he was thrown to the ground, the druid scratching along his face deep enough that blood burst from his cheek.

"Too far from the altar, but this will have to do," it snarled, fingernail moving down to slice at Dean’s neck.

Dean struggled, eyes wildly casting around looking for something to use against the monster, before finally landing on Sam. Oh God. About damn time he showed up. Dean had desperately been stalling in hopes Sam would find a way to kill the thing, because the fire on its own was just pissing the thing off.

Sam came up from behind, a large branch in his hand covered in a wet liquid that gleamed red in the moonlight. Blood. At the last second, Sam lit the branch on fire and slammed it straight through the druid's chest.

Dean rolled to the side at the last second as the branch impaled the druid and went straight through its heart. The druid let out the most sickening scream Dean had heard in a long time. It snarled, thrashing wildly on the branch in its chest. The fire spread from the wood, bursting out in a massive blow that consumed the creature’s chest and spread down. Dean pushed himself away, back scraping across the snow just as the flames licked their way down the druid’s legs.

Dean heaved a massive breath, taking Sam’s hand as his brother pulled him to his feet. “Thanks,” Dean said. “What was that?” he asked, nodding his head towards the branch that was burning bright orange as they moved away.

“Oak branch from the tree next to the altar, soaked in bull’s blood and lit on fire,” Sam said, shaking his head.

“Do I even want to know how you figured that out?”

“No, you don’t. You can thank Bobby for the fast research on the lore for most of it,” Sam said, patting Dean on the back as he saw Dean’s attention had shifted from him to Cas, who was limping out of the cave. “Go on. Go get your man.”

Dean nodded vaguely at Sam before he made his way back to Cas, relief washing through his body just seeing that Cas was alive and moving. His heart was hammering in his chest, and God, all Dean wanted to do was pull Cas close and kiss him and feel him in his arms. “Thank God you’re okay. Come here, handsome. Let’s get you out of here,” Dean said softly, reaching out to slide his arm around Cas’ waist.

Cas jerked backwards the second Dean’s hand touched him, shoving Dean’s arm away with a force that startled him. “Don’t touch me,” Cas hissed.

Dean felt the air leave his lungs in a sharp punch. “Cas?” he asked quietly. Dean’s heart felt like it was shattering in his chest. No. God no. Please no. He’d managed to save Cas, only to lose him like this?

“Stay away from me. I don’t- what the hell was that? What even are you?” Cas asked, putting another step between him and Dean as his expression closed off.

“Cas, listen, I can explain. There’s- I’m not an FBI agent, okay? I’m a hunter. There’s things out there, monsters… they’re real. Vampires and werewolves and Pagan Gods. And my brother and I, we hunt and kill them, in order to keep people safe. That thing, that was a druid; a Celtic priest that-” Dean tried to explain.

Cas shook his head, cutting Dean off. “Are you even human?”

“What?” Dean gasped in shock. “Of course I am, Cas.”

“Stop calling me, Cas. Stop lying to me. You’ve been to Hell? Actual Hell? And you tortured people?”

Dean winced. Fuck. He shouldn’t have said that to the druid. He’d hoped Cas hadn’t heard any of it. Shit, shit, shit. “I can explain all of it. It’s not what you think, I swear. Sammy was dead and I-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Dean. I just- don’t,” Cas said, tears welling up in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. “I don’t trust you. I don’t even know you.”

“Please, Cas. Just hear me out,” Dean choked out.

“No,” Cas hissed, shoving past Dean. “I don’t trust you, Dean. If that’s even your name? There’s nothing real about this, about you… about us. It was all fake, wasn’t it? Did you even- was anything between us real? Or was it all an act? Because it was real for me. I fell for you, Dean. Completely and utterly head over heels for you. And now I don’t know anything anymore.”

A sob worked its way up Dean’s throat, and he reached out for Cas again. Everything ached and Dean had never felt pain this strong in his life. It felt like someone had reached into his chest and ripped his heart out; shredding it in front of his eyes. “Cas?” he whispered.

“Just leave town, Dean. You’ve done your job. The monster is killed. Just leave, and don’t come back,” Cas said, pushing past Dean and limping towards Libby, who was leaning against one of the trees a few hundred yards away.

“Cas? Cas!” Dean called after him, instantly moving to follow.

“Don’t,” Cas said, turning his head and looking at Dean over his shoulder. “Just don’t. You’ve broken my heart enough. Please don’t break it anymore,” Cas sobbed, tears streaking down his face as he walked away.

Dean watched in horror and complete heartbreak as the love of his life walked out of his life.

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What does the crew do about Evan’s lycanthropy while traveling? Does he just not leave home around the full moon? I imagine that isn’t always an option so do they have some kinda protocol about this like carrying around heavy chains and a muzzle while traveling just in case around the full moon? Or stay in a place where theirs some abandoned buildings the can shove and lock big bad in for the night?

Good question! For the most part, Evan tries to schedule his contracts around the full moon. If a job falls on that date, he just sends someone else in his place. But like you said, shit happens and sometimes he gets stuck away from home longer than expected.

This is why Evan never takes solo contracts. He always takes at least one other crewman with him no matter how easy the job is, because someone might need to help him lockdown and hide him from authorities for a night.

The Freelance Good Guys bring a lot of general supplies with them no matter where they go. Tents, bedrolls, dried foods, stuff like that...but among these things is a set of thick steel chains, steel handcuffs, and a custom steel muzzle fit for a werewolf.

I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this...if they're stuck at an inn or something during the full moon, the crew simply hogties Evan with the chains and cuffs, straps the muzzle to his face and hunkers down until sunrise. Bigbad can't do anything except thrash around on the floor in this state, but the crew still stays up all night to watch it and make excuses for all the noise if the innkeeper complains.

Having Isaac on the crew is actually a huge boon in these cases due to his faunae blessing. Bigbad couldn't hurt Isaac even if it wanted to, so Isaac actually has a chance of controlling the beast somewhat. (keyword: somewhat. Bigbad is dumb as fuck and won't obey any command, but it also can't attack someone if Isaac is in the way)

Doing this at an inn is a last resort. Ideally, like you said, Evan prefers to find an abandoned building or go deep in the wilderness to hide from anyone who might report him to authorities. This is exactly what he did in the short story "Bellyaching".

Also worth noting, Evan doesn't necessarily need another person to help him lockdown. He can tie and cuff himself if he has to, because he's smart enough to put a key in a lock and undo his own shackles. Bigbad isn't.

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