Tom
Caviar was a little disappointed by the lack of applause. Normally his army was happy to cheer and shout when he delivered a rousing speech, but commoners usually were this way... Nevertheless! He greatly appreciated the assistance and company. After all, what is the point of a king without subjects? He was particularly interested in Mallow, after all, she was young like him, perfect for a powerful soldier of his army... At the skitty's inquiry, he would draw his cloak over his mouth, eyes peeking out over it dramatically. "Yes, my warriors... I guarantee my talismans are of the highest, most mysteriful, most wondrous quality... Only top rate benefits for my soldiers after all!

Caviar whisked his cloak back with a dramatic flourish at Cynthia's inquiry, having waited for a good opening like this. He couldn't help but give a low chuckle toward her, his whip seeming to get ready to strike...

"Like...**This!**" 

Caviar's whip suddenly drew back into the air, and with a flick of his leg, it sprang forward to the party of pokemon. It didn't touch any of them however, instead cracking the air and fiercely striking the ground before Caviar brought it back. He wore a proud, coy smile, "I assure you, we shall sneak in without problem nor witne-"

The ground collapsed. It just fell apart into a few pieces in an instant, as if built to pose as false earth, a secret entrance as promised. There was no time to react, the party was just suddenly falling down a deep circular hole that flooded with light from above, about 2 yards in diameter. There looked to be something below, something dull blue, but it was a good fiftyish feet down. The party was falling. Inconveniently, Caviar had suddenly grabbed onto Napori when he began to fall, dragging her down along with him.
Max
"How... Rich." *Grim wasn't quite sure this bug was up to royalty-level snuff, but coming here, he wanted to see if this guy was all the bite that he riled himself up to be.* And a disappointing show he is.

*Grim, being the bird he was, had the sort of instinct to start flapping once he was falling- they were struggled, especially since he wore an inconvenient hero-esque cape, but he was falling slower than the rest.*

*Normally, someone might try to use this to save someone else- but, Grim was especially lacking in heroics, so it took him a bit to realize that, in fact, letting everyone fall to their death might be a bad idea.* Is that... Water, below? Smacking into that is a horrid idea. *At especially high speeds, water can be like concrete...*

*Having random prioritization, the flapping bird then divebombed down towards Cynthia- spur of the moment thought. Haphazardly, he extended a wing to Mallow, too, although his mind turned the idea "Cats always land on their feet" Into "Mallow can't die here" And pulled it back.* "Hold on," *He exclaimed, getting ready to use a Shadow Sneak- normally, he used that move to sneak through the shadows, but if he smashed himself into the wall with it, he could slow himself down...*
Geri
❥───────────────────── 🎐 Napori 🎐 


◈ **"EEP-"** The chimecho flinched and hovered backwards at the angry crackling whip. It took her a moment to recover from the shock and gather herself... 'you look embarrassing, Napori', she told herself. . .

꧁~ The chimecho was too busy self doubting to realize the floor had just fallen through. She only really noticed when a little schemer was yanking on her chain, or more accurately, Caviar yanking on her tail. She could *Normally* Float him level, but the surprise made her drop and tumble like a rock.

꧁~ It was only a few feet above the ground that her mind remembered she had ``psychic``, which prompted the purple bell to catch her ~~and Caviar's~~ fall before they crashed into the sandy depths below. It was a pure adrenaline act, she was thinking selfishly in that moment and only managed to save herself and Caviar... 


❥───────────────────── 🎐 Auclair 🎐
Tammy
"Eep!" The Wynaut happened to sync with Napori perfectly with the whip crack. Cynthia recovered much the same, but when the ground beneath them crumbled, she let out a much less enthused "Ah."

Thing was, Cynthia wasn't in too much danger. She fell like a rock, yes, but her body was naturally very resistant to falls and tumbles and most indirect physical damage. She just had to make sure her tail — her Achilles Heel - didn't hit the water first and she'd basically shake it off. So mid-air she was trying to position herself to land "Head first". 

Napori and Caviar seemed fine as she assessed the situation, but the only flyer was going for her instead of the much more seemingly delicate child. As Grim tried to grab Cynthia, she'd use him as something to kick herself off of, in Mallow's direction. To reassure him, she yelled "I'll be fine! Take the cat!" 

Using her head ribbons, they coiled around the Skitty and swiftly spun along with Cynthia's body, tossing Mallow in Grim's direction. Unfortunately this did have the consequence of Cynthia smashing against the cave wall which stopped her momentum. The collision didn't hurt, but it did disorient her enough to have her body spiraling around mid-air. Making it a bit of a toss-up if she'd actually land the way she wanted to. She'd survive regardless; Wynaut bodies were pretty darn resistant as literal psychic punching bags. It'd just hurt a lot more to land a certain way.
Kaitlin
Mallow took the waterskin from Grim silently- awkwardly gripping it and sticking her tongue into it the best she could while Caviar described the bounties that lay in store for the group. More importantly, for Mallow.

...But something had happened, and happened a little too fast for the Skitty ot process it in time. The ground gave way, and the Skitty was in a free fall- instinctively twisting so her feet faced the ground with a waterskin kept on her person only because she dug her teeth into it to secure it.

"Haaaaaaaaaaah." She was trying to say something, probably, but the air had long left her lungs and found herself unable to make anything but a desperate wheeze. Mallow was just big enough to have a terminal velocity, and she wondered about how big the stain she'd leave behind would be. 

Although being passed from Grim to Cynthia to Grim Again like a hot potato, Mallow wasn't present for any of it- in a world of her own. Who'd get her new waterskin in the will? Would the others get stuck in this pit- being forced to eat her corpse in a few days out of hunger? What if she went to Hell? What if she didn't like it there?
Max
*It was too late to write a will, and Grim knew that- getting his priorities snapped into place thanks to the quick-thinking Cynthia, the owl furled his wings around Mallow before using a `Shadow Sneak`- the two would be enveloped in a shadowy ball, whereupon the two barreled towards the wall-* Into *The wall- and started to slow down, Mallow now audience to the visage of a swirling shadow world around them.*

*It was... Quiet, dark, and Grim held without too much thought. Now in the wall, the shadows started to swirl- forced to slow down- and eventually, Grim brought them to a stop.*

*After a few moments, he pulled his head out from a spot on the wall, facing up and holding Mallow upwards.* "... Eugh. I think I'm going to be sick..." *The owl looked ready to puke... But, the two stopped their descent!*

"... Are you okay, Mallow?"
Tom
As much of a nice time everyone besides Cynthia was having, Caviar and Napori would end up joining her quickly enough down below. 

As one got closer to the blue hue below, it almost seemed to look less like water and more like... Wait, vines?

By that point, each of the three had landed into the mass of vines below, the thick and springy foliage bracing their fall. It would take a few seconds to climb around to get a view of the room... The round blob of vines being somewhat difficult to get a foothold on. Even so, eventually they could climb up to find themselves in the middle of a hollowed out large space, *Very* Large, like a warehouse size. It seemed to be a sleeping quarters of sorts... Why? Well, cause there were a bunch of beds with pokemon in them. Grass types, all of them. There had to be like fifty of them in here... Some asleep, some sitting on their beds, some relaxing in theirs, some meandering around. The rocky walls and cieling seemed to have sun-like balls of light scattered around that shone brightly and powerfully, but still safe to look at. 

One Problem: A large portion of these grass types' heads turned quickly at the noise of a screaming king and a soft landing, not to mention a few pieces of earth falling as well. They looked upon the pokemon with bewilderment, all somewhat frozen by the shock of a sudden dropping in of pokemon, nobody had any words.

Except Caviar. He climbed up the viney mess and stood atop it proudly, making a decree to the onlookers. "**SURRENDER, FOOLS!** You have been invaded by Caviar of the NIGHT! You stand no chance against me and my powerful warriors..." After he finished speaking, a lanky Tangrowth's hand reached up around the mound to scratch its belly in its sleep. You had landed on a Tangrowth.
Tammy
Cynthia very inelegantly crashed into the "Water". Though she did a little bounce off of the surface, before landing proper. Quickly rising to her feet, she immediately looked around as well as down. "... Huh?"

She was thankful, but she didn't expect that. So she climbed to get a better look around. Once she got up, she was met with quite a few Grass types around her. If these were their enemies, they were far outnumbered, not to mention any element of surprise was entirely lost. She looked to Caviar, expecting him to surrender with some pride. In hindsight, this was a foolish hope. 

"Will you _shut up_ already?" Cynthia said, though it came out like more of an order. She dropped the act she started off with earlier than she expected to, but there was a good chance this group of Pokemon was either innocent or guilty enough to kill all of them. She bowed her head apologetically to the Grass types facing their little squad. 

"Sorry about him. If possible, I'd like to resolve this peacefully! With that said, let's hear your side of this story."

Her cowboy hat, which was left floating down, fell delicately on her head despite all odds. Seemed like it had a knack for finding its owner, no matter the circumstances. She noticed she was on a Tangrowth, a very big one, but wasn't _too_ concerned about that right now.