[RP] Hoenn Enigma - Seeds of Secrets

[Neo Emolga]

Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
Mystical Greenhouse

So, I worked with Tom, made labels for all the plants and indicated what each of them turned people into, and basically spared him the trouble of having to stay here to guide people. In the meantime, I was slowly getting used to this whole Bellossom move around using leaves thing. It was... definitely different.

"Done," I proudly stated as we finished the last label. "I swear, making all these labels is not easy work, but in time, it'll help everyone get out of here."

"I think the Trick Master is some kind of sadist," Tom told me as we headed to the exit. "I'm a little worried that he's a powerful sadist, though. How else could something like this be created?"

Yeah, I nodded to that. He had a pretty good point. In the meantime, Sonya as a Sunflora looked like she had been getting sick of her current form. I swear, she was never happy with anything she got turned into.

"Can we just go, please!?" Sonya complained again. "This form just feels awful after a while. I didn't like it before but now it's torture."

"Sheesh, fine," I sighed, figuring I'd map out the exit door of the Greenhouse now.

We then headed to the door, and I decided to map this one out also. First time I opened it, I found it leading to a room with a lot of fountains in many different sizes and designs with water of many different colors. Then there was a room that was completely engulfed in flames, which I figured had to be some kind of incinerator. Yeah, we were definitely not heading in there like this. Next up, a living room where everything was made of colored paper. Then, for #4, the door led outside to a small pond, and #5 was some kind of ruined city or town. After that, the rooms just cycled again and I noted it on the wall.

1. Fountain Room
2. Incinerator Room
3. The Paper Room
4. Outdoor Pond
5. Ruined City

"You sure these lists are going to stay?" Tom asked, worried what I was writing might melt or jump right off the wall.

"I found a wonderful young lady who gave me this pen, marker, and paper," I told him, very thankful Sloane had them to begin with. "They're from the real world, so they're not subject to the weirdness of this place."

"Please, let's go to the room with the fountains," Sonya begged. "Maybe the water there will change me into something better."

"Or something worse," I told her, knowing she certainly got her fill of horrible stuff back in the food court. "But, if you really want to, fine, and if things don't work out, I can give you a few of those Star Chips and you can just be an Oshawott again."

"Sure," she sighed, still hoping to become something cuter.

I just shrugged. I guess that was fair, but really, she was getting to be quite silly about being totally unable to make up her mind and just make the best out of what she got.