"Well, that was a rousing success," the Espeon muttered. He shifted back and forth on the stool their captors were so gracious to gift him with. He was tired, but from the grime and grit under his paws, he rather not lay down on the dungeon floor, even if his chains where long enough to let him stretch out.

"Don't worry, Bastion. I'm sure we'll get out of this!" May chirped from where she floated, rather than hung from wall.

Hazard didn't give her teammates a second glance, merely stared along the stone floors as she waited. That was all they could really do at this point, after all...

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