Lindsey
** ** Your Worst Nightmare settles back into the darkness and the light of its eye turns inward, blinking out like a star which moves behind cloud. There is a moment of welcome silence before he pipes up again. "`You should say thank you, I am very graciously accompanying you on your journey. Very few throughout history have been awarded this honour.`"
John
*The Rattata trotted through the rot, continuing out the log and surveying a rather wide jump.*

"What kind of enemy would I be if I said thanks?" *He measured the gap once or twice over before-*

THWAP!

*-throwing Your Worst Nightmare's shell across. He joined shortly after, taking a running leap and scurrying his way up the rest of the ledge.* Not too far now. "The next part is a bit wet," *He stated, trotting towards a rushing noise.*
Lindsey
** ** Your Worst Nightmare freezes mid-air over the gap and emerges from the shell, casting a dull, sickly light over the proceedings. He floats after the Rattata and drops rather unceremoniously back into his arms. 
** ** "`I do not like getting wet, you will have to protect me,`" He decides. "`Or I will be very cross.`"
John
"What's a little water to the lord of death," *He muttered rather lightheartedly, taking the shell with grace. Continuing along the ground, with naught of interest in sight...*

*... Reaper arrived at a small creek.* "Mm. So..." *He stopped cradling the shell and held it above his head as he hopped into an offshoot of water- one that was just large enough for a Rattata to stand in- before walking downstream the offshoot, towards a rather tight hole in the ground.*

*... It was dark, hardly illuminated by the flow of Your, and halfway filled with running water- a human like you or I would barely be able to fit our arm inside, but a Rattata could just barely squeeze through with a shell held only slightly above the water on three legs, which is what was happening.* "This is the last bit. Is it too wet?" *No amount of protection could stop the constant splashing of water from getting everywhere...*
Lindsey
** ** "`Your efforts are... Appreciated, but they are pathetic.`" Your Worst Nightmare pulls his head in, barely peeking out to avoid the worst of the water. He peers into the darkness, trying to get some idea of where the Rattata is headed. He can see perfectly well in such low light. It is his element, after all.
John
"Mm." *Scurrying. It's dark. Cramped. There's a root passing by- it branches, the water splits, and now the two are traveling down a mere trickle.*

*Dirt crumbles above, but then, ahead...*

*The hole opens up to an awkward ruins-cave. Whatever was built here- as exquisite as it was- was torn down, likely in the last decade. Pillars, brick walls, moss hanging from the ceiling, and a massive hole about half a kilometer to the right-*

Fwap. *Reaper landed, Your in tow, and set the shell upon a fractured carved stone. He stretched his arms up, brushed water from his fur and suit, and turned around.* 

"Mm... There's a place in the town, out that hole, if you turn around... Go over the hill... Under North Gammon Bridge... An abandoned building, but if you go there at night, the scum of the earth gather there... They sell a pretty poison..."