Burned Tower || Morning
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Prince was silent, sitting on his lonesome in the ruins of the Burned Tower. Ash and debris clings to his filthy dark armor. The handkerchief sloppily tied around his wrist was mud-soaken and reeked of blood. Beginning to doubt his choice to come back to Johto, the Haxorus internally reassures himself that this was the right thing to do. Travelling through hell and high waters from Unova to Johto wasn't the easiest of tasks, but he was sure that this would pay off. It has to. Paladin has to be here. Somewhere.
Thus, the Haxorus leisurely picks through the rubble. Heaving as he raises a large boulder and shoves it away, Prince raises an arm to dust the stray strands of debris away from his armour. Flexing his limbs he pushes another rock away, using his hands to scatter away smaller pebbles on the ground.
"Come on..." His voice is hoarse and shows clear signs of fatigue. Prince grumbles low beneath his breath, the labour only worsening his condition. "There has to be something here..." It wasn't long before he slumps to the ground, covering his face in his hands. "I couldn't have come here for nothing. I couldn't have. There has to be something leading to Paladin here I--"
With a tired sigh he decides to temporarily stop. It wasn't much use to get himself so worked up like this, not over something so trivial. It was time to take a break. Quietly Prince flips one of the larger pebbles in his hand, weighing it in his palm.
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