[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "Heheheee~ Don't go back that way, it's-"*BOOM*"-... Right on time! :D"
Abilities: Milly is, in spite of her young age, an explosives expert with an in-depth knowledge of how to brew just about anything you might need for demolition. She knows how to make small explosives, big explosives, explosives that will stick to a surface, explosives that will just flash without actually causing damage, if you need something blown up, Milly is the one to ask. She's also rather capable of laying traps, provided they involve explosives. She is also adept at predicting when an explosion will occur, and as she is familiar with the scent of gunpowder she can detect it by smell very easily. Due to her small size, Milly is also decent at infiltration, provided she gets to blow something up at the end.
Personality: Milly is rather friendly and enthusiastic, and eager to talk. Well, eager to talk about one specific thing. Explosives. Milly loves to talk about explosives. This may be because of her near-obsession with them and her tendency to use them for just about any purpose no matter what it is. Distractions, breaking through a lock, fighting, Milly uses explosives to do just about anything they could possibly be used for. She adores explosions to the point of almost lusting for a fiery blast of destruction, which likely drives her work to make more and more explosives. She is eager to help out the crew... by building explosives and explosive traps. However, she can also be rather temperamental and quick to anger. She is much more patient with constructing new bombs then she is with people in most cases. She dislikes her nickname of "Minnie" as she is self-conscious about her small size and underdeveloped appearance. However, she is confident she will grow out of it, insisting she is simply a late bloomer and in a year or two she will be even more mature in build then any of the other girls in the crew. Her payback towards those who anger her tends to vary, from planting flashbang traps in their room to putting small explosive traps under their bed, the former for friends and the latter for enemies.
Bio: Descended from a long line of explosives experts, Milly's purpose in life is derived from the success of her family in the field. To put it simply, Milly feels the need to display her explosives knowledge. Born to Eric and Danielle Nobel, Milly grew up learning about explosives. Indeed, from a young age, she grew more and more obsessed with them. Sadly, she suffered from illness early in life, which she insists explains her "late bloomer" status. She has long since recovered from her illness, and insisted in venturing out into the world to display her explosives knowledge. It became especially important to her after the accidental death of her father six years ago, which many people attributed to a mistake with his explosives. Adamant that her father would never make such a mistake, Milly left in order to prove the knowledge he passed to her was not the knowledge of someone who would have killed themselves with their own work. Admittedly she also left in order to blow up more things, but the original, chief purpose, the one closest to her heart, is to prove herself and prove her father did not make a mistake that cost him his life.

[User]
As Milly strolled away from her room, something that she had heard finally caught up to her.

'Minnie'.

A simmering heat built up in the pale girl's heart. Her name wasn't Minnie! It absolutely wasn't! Sure, some people on the ship had decided it was a great idea to start calling her that, but it wasn't her name! She spun on her heel, her dress fluttering as she did, raising one finger.

"My name's not Minnie! Just because it sounds like... sounds... like..." she blinked, confused, looking around. The girl who had referred to her by that name(it was definitely a female voice) was long gone by now. Milly, though she hadn't realized it, was still rather groggy from waking up. It had taken quite a while for the words to catch up to her. For a few moments, the small girl stood there, before folding her arms over her chest in irritation and turning away as she proceeded across the deck. Hmph, calling her Minnie... she was just a late bloomer!

At the very least, it was quite a nice day outside. There was a good wind, it was clear out... Yes, certainly, they'd probably find somewhere where she could blow something up soon!

[Assistant]
Melody finished the last verse of her song. She looked around in the sky, it was clear with a few clouds here and there and the sun beat pleasantly upon her face. It was going to be a good day today. She checked the map and compass to make sure they were on track and in the right airstream. Melody locked the wheel in place and made her way to the deck. She had seen Song climb up the crows nest a little while back and now Milly was up and about on deck, no doubt looking for something in the horizon to blow up. Melody said "Good Morning Milly." As she walked on by patting her on the head. She made it to the bow of the ship and sat down near the edge looking down. As usual all she saw were black clouds covering the whole expanse below her. Many sailors, and pirates alike said that was where hell was. It was a rumor of course, but no one who went down there ever returned. It always peaked Melody's curiosity about the world below, if there was one. Legend has it that all people lived below the clouds in a distant past, and after... she couldn't remember the rest of the story. She really didn't care about myth or folklore.
 Melody was deep in her thoughts when the pleasant aroma of breakfast snapped her out of it. "Char must be cooking today." As she got up, Melody looked up at the crows nest and wondered what Song was doing to Johnathan up there. She knew Song well enough that whatever it was, it would be a serious matter. However, Melody decided to put the day on a fun note and shouted to the crows nest, "Johnathan! What are you and Song doing up there? The cargo bay has plenty of more space and privacy." Melody smiled as she walked below deck towards the kitchen. She was hungry, and she liked Char's cooking.

Indeed, today was going to be a good day.

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"Jonathan! What are you and Song doing up there? The cargo bay has plenty of more space and privacy."

Jonathan, who had just begun his descent, peered over the edge of the crow's nest to shoot Song a flirtatious smile. "Oh yes indeed. The cargo bay would provide a much better place for a passionate rendezvous, wouldn't you say, love?"

Song completely ignored him and leaned over to respond to Melody instead, cupping her hands over her mouth to help her soft voice carry over the wind. "I'll be taking over the look out shift from this incompetently impudent slacker, captain! Just save me a bit of bread and I'll have it when someone can relieve me."

Jonathan smirked, then made to continue down the mast. He saw Song rustle around before peering back over the edge of the crows nest. "you forgot this." she said flatly. "catch."

Jonathan's beloved blunderbuss came sailing over the edge, and he nearly plummeted to his death as he reached to catch it. He barely was able to hold on to the gun with his pinky, though he found himself hanging on to the ladder with only one hand. He gulped, cursed, and regained his footing. What an wonderful way to start the day, almost splattering into a bloody mess on the main deck! Blasted woman, that Song.

Up in the crow's nest, Song smirked to herself bemusedly, extended the spyglass, and scanned the horizon.

When Jonathan reached the deck, he found his notebook and quill not far from where the mast was planted. Sighing in a mixture of agony and relief, he tucked both items into his suit pocket, then strolled towards the kitchen.

On the way, he noticed the ship's explosives expert milling about on the deck. Immediately, he brightened up, tipped his hat, and stopped a minute to chat. "Ah, Ms. Nobel! Good morning to you, dear," said Jonathan, who then put his hands on his hips in genuine amazement as his eyes widened. "Is it just me, or have you grown just a little taller since even yesterday? My my, surely you will overtake all the other ladies in no time! Not to mention that your charm continues to multiply by the day."  He chuckled gently, careful to make sure that the girl knew that he wasn't just teasing her. "And I do hope you will be joining us for breakfast this morning," said Jonathan. "It's always an excellent way to ensure that you can get a head up over your competition, if you know what I mean."

He continued his leisurely stroll before catching himself and turning around again. "Oh and if you would be so kind as to humor me, perhaps after breakfast, I can show you something quite interesting."

Jonathan turned from Milly with an affected air of mystery, then entered the kitchen.

He flashed a hesitant smile at the morning's cook. "Top of the morning, Ms. Eavesburg. This appears to be quite the lovely spread."

He paused a moment to study her, however. When he and Song arrived on the Stormsong a week ago, he was shocked to find Charlotte also aboard. Years of memories almost caught up to him, and her very presence onboard made him feel a bit awkward. He had not seen her since his father's funeral many years ago, when she was just a child, and he could imagine that she was heartbroken to hear that he had set off to become a pirate. In his own heart, he had made peace that he would never see her again, so what were the odds, nay, what fate would conspire that they would somehow reunite on a pirate ship? Even so, in the past week, he was not able to chat with Charlotte in private, and he still had many questions to ask her. Why she was here on the Stormsong? Why did she leave the Eavesburg estate? What was Mr. Eavesburg's reaction to all of this?

He shook those questions off for the time being, and turned to greet the captain, though with a bit more of a caustic edge. "And my, captain, has anyone told you that you look absolutely ravishing today?" asked Jonathan with exaggerated aplomb. "It would be nigh impossible not to swoon at your grace at this hour. How you manage to appear so lovely so early in the morning is a mystery fit only for the celestial beings themselves."

He smiled at himself, then stepped back to let the lady members of the crew take their food first.

Down @VitaVitaAR @KoL

[Assistant]
Milly, arms still folded across her chest, came to a halt when she heard Johnathan's voice. He was kind of a weird guy(because being an underdeveloped girl with an explosives fetish isn't weird at all, is it?) but he was also pretty nice, and he seemed to also be one of the few people who acknowledged that she was just a late bloomer and her current appearance would probably be long gone even by next year! She had grown taller? Satisfaction swelled inside of the tiny girl as she unfolded her arms and placed one hand against her chest.

"Of course! There's no question about it," she began with a smile, "Just because I look like this now, doesn't mean I'm not still growing! By next year I'll be a bombshell that knocks any other girl on this ship aside!"

Her smile radiated confidence. Of course it would be like that, right? It had to be! And of course she was going to have breakfast... though that last comment intrigued her. Something interesting!? In Milly's mind, that could mean only one thing! She placed her hands against her cheeks, her heart hammering in her chest as the thought of more efficient gunpowder, the heat of explosions, and all kinds of amazing, wonderful, perfect and great things! The thought of new explosives filled her with so much excitement she could barely contain it, even as she approached the ship's kitchen to get her meal, going through the motions of getting her food while her mind was clearly fixated elsewhere.

"Haaah... gunpowder~"

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"Jon-sama!" Char shouted as Jonathan got into the kitchen, "Please, have this seat, I've already eaten my breakfast earlier." She said when she noticed that Jonathan had stepped away from the table to allow the girls to have their share before.

After she made sure that Jonathan was comfortable, Char began serving the breakfast to the other members of the crew. First it to Melody, as she was the captain, "Here it's captain, fresh out of the pan. I hope you like it."

Then to Milly, "Here, Minnie-san, be sure to eat as much as you'd like." Char didn't lost the chance to smile at Milly in a way that practically said, "If you don't eat properly you won't never grow." The older girl gave Char the evil eye, but soon began to eat. Char responded by puffing her chest and giving a slightly smug smile that to indicate that despite her age she already was starting to develop a feminine silhouette.

"What? Oh, I see, that harpy is on the place that befits her isn't she? Pico, go deliver her food, please." Char had very haugthy expression as she talked about Song, however she would stoop so low as to wear her foes through famine, so she sent Pico out of the kitchen's window carrying a packed lunch for Song. On it was a very sarcastic message, [Have fun watching the clouds!]

"kuru!' Pico chirped as he flew towards the crow's nest on his errand.

And finally it was Jonathan's turn, after Char placed his breakfast in front of him, she picked up a fork and said, "Here, Jon-sama, let me feed you." She said flirtatiously without a hint of modesty. The reason was simple, never in a hundred years would Char think that she would find one of the main reasons why she ran away from home, meaning her future husband, not even a week after she'd started her travels with Melody, but to actually know that he was the ship's second-in-command was too much for the passionate girl's heart.

[Assistant]
"..."

Did the air grow colder? The intensity of the glare that Milly cast Char's way was almost palpable, and certainly it felt as if it had drawn the heat out of the air between them. Interrupting her gunpowder fantasies to call her Minnie again?! And... and thrusting out her chest like that?! Hmph... That didn't mean anything at all! Just because Milly was shorter... and smaller... and much less developed... now didn't mean a thing! The white-haired girl was certain that in a short year's time(or maybe sooner!) she would be much taller and far better endowed then Char! After all, she was even the older of the two! She was just a late bloomer, and since she was older that meant it would happen in no time, right?

"It's not 'Minnie', it's Milly! Hmph," Milly said, shortly after tearing through her meal and leaving only half left in a matter of seconds, and only pausing to speak. Needing to eat was important after all, to keep growing... "Don't go thinking you can just call me whatever you like!"

Milly was beginning to think there would be a flashbang trap with Char's name on it tonight...


[System]
Robert Adler

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bert, Robbie
Age: 48
Birthday: 6th of December
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American-German)
Birth Place: Chicago
Residence: Apartments above Grimaldi
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Majored in Law, Minored in Phychology
Occupation: Insurance fraud investigatior
Languages: English, German

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Appearance
Height: 5ft, 8 inches
Weight: 181 lbs
Build: Chubby
Eyes: Dark grey
Hair: Dark blone, greyening
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style:

Robert rarely dresses to impress others around him, instead going for a low-casual style revolving the fact that his wardrobe isn't the size of The Great Lakes. He usually wears a good fall- and winter jacket of a dark colour, switching between being made of leather or fabric. Underneath he wears a shirt, mostly white or red, and normal blue jeans with weathered dress shoes. What, you think working in insurance gives you buttloads of money just like that? Think again kiddo, only when you're selling it. But Robert does sport a fair enough moustache and beard, so at least that's something.

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Psychology
Determined * Tired * Loyal * Sarcastic * Tough * Biased

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married to his desk and job
Personality:

Robert is tired. Tired of everything that keeps screwing up in his life. Because it all feels the same, never changing. Robert comes of as a man with little joy in his life most times, and what little joy he has he sure isn't sharing with you. Those he don't know or don't care for, he'll keep conversation short if he can, or sarcastic if he wants to. And as for his work, he's almost gotten used to doubting every case he's on; it's always fraud, always short-term gain. People are funny like that, but he no longer finds the joke amusing.

But he keeps working. Sure he does it because he can't find employment anywhere else, but then again he's good at what he does. Robert's persistant in digging off the dirt of what has happened, and doesn't give up easily once he has his mind set on it. Even if he's tired, he knows he's got a job to do. Same might apply for the few people he knows he can count on out there; the friends who didn't judge him for failing in life, those he's boxing with, the person his heart beats a little bit faster for. He's loyal towards them, afraid of losing them, even if some he can't get. He's a very conflicted man like that.

Habits: Stretching his fingers, arms, neck and such to pop joints, and quietly humming to Genesis.
Hobbies: Boxing, reading crime novels, watching German televison
Fears:
* Claustrophobia
* Leg-Lamps. Lamps made to look like legs. They're terrifying.
* Alcohol withdrawel

Likes:
* Poirot
* Beer
* The end of the week
* Genesis - With Phil Collins, fight me.
* Warm and sunny days
* Easy cases

Dislikes:
* Liars
* His boss
* Mondays
* Pasta
* Winter
* Rain

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:

* Law
* Number-Cracking
* People-Reading
* Research
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:

* Boxing
* Pistol
* Endurance
* Throwing
* Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

* Clothing: Dark brown leater jacket, blue jeans, red cotton shirt, brown dress shoes, fall gloves.
* Wallet: Driver's License, 60 $ of cash, Firearm's License, Credit Card, Boxing Club membership card
* Cell Phone, Samsung Galaxy S4
* Car keys
* Notebook and pen
* Apartment keys
* Access card to Insurance Company
* Glock 26
* Spare magazine (10 rounds)
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Residence:

* Laptop
* External computer storage
* Boxing gloves
* 9mm Ammunition (two magazines, 10 rounds each)
* Books on Law and Physcology
* His (unprofessional) collection of Agatha Christie books
* His stereo player from the 90's
* Vinyl collection (including Genesis)
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* 2004 Ford Crown Victoria

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History
What Brings You To The City:

What brings Robert to Chicago isn't perhaps the best way to ask that question, rather "What keeps you in Chicago?" would be better. Robert was born and bred in the streets of Chicago, studied there and got his line-of-work sorted out there. Even if he wanted to leave the city, get away from his old problem-filled life, he was stuck there with his job as an insurance-scam agent. If he can't get a promotion after so many years on the job, what makes him believe it's any easier out there? So it's best for him to stay in Chicago and live his life like he has so far.

Life Before You Moved In:

Robert had a pretty normal childhood and youth, like most kids in 1970's America. Happily married parents with a single child, who worked decent jobs and owned an American-made car that brought the three of them on many a roadtrip across the country, sometimes across the border to Canadia. Robert showed promise as a highschool student, scoring far above average in mathematics and earning him several prices in school competitions. He even proved to be a good pitcher on the school's baseball team, though he had higher ambitions that just being good at sport. After highschool he decided to go to university to become a lawyer. That was surely the way to become as happy and succesful as his parents?

Turns out it wasn't. Robert's achivements in highschool didn't translate well into university, and he soon became just an average student who's life failed to improve as he ended up with a mediocre education in an mediocre economy that didn't mediocre lawyers. And it hit down hard on Robert, becoming the failure compared to his parents. They never openly judged him, but silently he knew what they thought, so it wasn't long before he moved out on his own far away from their prying eyes.

For a few year he didn't get far with his law-degree, instead working odd-jobs and temp-positions here and there. He even picked up boxing as an hobby, became decent in that too. But when he got offered what looked like a good job working in insurance, Robert wasn't in any position to say no. And so he began working as an insurance fraud investigator, digging up the dirt on people trying to get benefits and money they didn't deserve.

For a while that was good enough, proving himself to be a good investigator who could crack the numbers and find out where certain policies didn't add up. Working with people up front and personal proved that he also had a knack for figuring whether they were lying or not. And that was all well and good, until Robert realized he had worked the same job at the same desk in the same building for over 15 years. But he was stuck; he couldn't feasably get another job, not in that economy. So he stuck at the same job.

Life Since You Moved In:

And so life stayed pretty much the same for the coming years. Only thing that changed was that Robert got a gun and learned to shoot once it seemed life in the city was on a downward spiral to Hell, or someplace ever worse. That, and his growing facial hair and belly at the expense for his looks. Now Robert is without his parents, any partner or loved one, and any positive future except when he can retire in...how many years that was he was having trouble solving the math out of, but not for lack of trying.

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Extras
Character Quote: "You'd think people would insure themselves against stupidity or something, but no; they're insured against things that don't happen to the averange American. Only people who actually are smart enough are cheating the system for the money. And that's where I come in."
Theme Song:
Dirty Little Secret: Is secretly deeply in love with someone else in the company, but she doesn't know and is married. He'd do anything for her though.
Anything Else: "It's not a skirt!"

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.

[User]
Mali Anson

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Location: Chicago
Skills: N/A

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 "It's like the Bermuda Triangle of the States," Mali added, her brain picking up on the integer and running with it. "But if it were purposefully constructed by some nefarious secret society, I'm pretty sure it'd be some other Illuminati. I'm not all that knowledgeable about the corporate culture, but from what I've seen, they're not a big fan of the number 3. Maybe there's a Catholic conspiracy out there where the Pope's setting up these kinds of celestial focuses to bring doomsday or something. Or it actually is the free masons."

 It was easier on her psyche to think about fictional (at least it better be) conspiracies involving Clerical Superweapons than it did to worry about the reality of Juno or the horrid alternate reality where zombies were real. However, for some reason, the idea of the Vatican being in control of a WMD like a superlaser powered by Christ's divinity didn't sit right with her. At once it was absurd, but felt all too possible. And she couldn't help but get a bizarre sense of deja vu that she quickly shook off.

 "Definitely going to say no to Burger King. I'd rather go without if it comes down to that or nothing." She'd rather eat food that didn't taste of lighter fluid and poor health standards. As for the other options, Mali ran a quick, if inaccurate assessment of their general macronutrient profiles. Panera would be a bunch of carbs. Considering she had been and would continue sitting all day, she didn't really need the short-term energy. White Castle would be a similar boat, but with a sliver of meat to go with their tiny sandwiches. Which surprisingly left McDonald's the last man standing.

 "I'm actually thinking McDonalds if it's not too busy. But if you'd rather hit up Panera, I could live with that." Mali decided against going on about all the nutritional reasoning behind her choice and would just let Zoie come to her own conclusion as to why she made the suggestion she did. In the end it didn't matter too much where they went. This was supposed to be a get away of sorts, and it would only be a bad time if Mali was too difficult about choosing the most optimal places and dishes to eat at every meal. Nobody likes going out to eat with that one guy who's super picky about everything. She could undo any damage done or progress lost with a few weeks of hard work once (if) she managed to return to a steady routine. Right now it was best to just focus on striking a balance between not accruing more damage than necessary and being fun enough to hang around with for the next few days.

[Assistant]
Riley Ridgeway

Location: Grimm, Indiana, Grimaldi Manor
Skills: N/A

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Riley gave Pyira a slight nod as she let her take the lead and gestured over towards the sound system. "There should be an off switch there to turn it off." Riley said towards her as she turned her attention towards the rest of the room, and closed her eyes letting out a slight sigh. She remembered having a lot of parties here with her sister and a bunch of other classmates even if some of them Riley had gotten into fights with at school. She was a kid back then but they were always really fun for her to go to, some of the faces she knew she would never be able to see again thanks to Chris. "Feels so weird to be back down here." Riley said, mostly to herself as she continued to scan around the room.

Riley then jumped slightly when she suddenly heard a raspy sounding laugh in the distance which made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She looked over towards Pyira, wondering if she could have heard it as well she didn't like it down here anymore and just wanted to get back out of the house right now. "Did you hear that?" Riley asked her as she continued to scan around the room her hand still on the gun just in case something did come out and attack them. "Something is down here, no one could have gotten up stairs so quickly without being seen." Riley pointed out, but she just kept getting the major creepy vibe still. "I'm getting the creeps right now to."

[User]
 Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
Skills: Law, Research

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"Great, looks like we'll have to do some dirt-digging then. I always researching people..." Robert said back to Adelaide at her answer, giving the Wallace-file one last quick glance before putting it down and looking for a new one. Damnit, who the hell was this Christopher Wallace guy? It annoyed Robert, but not enough for him to pick up another file and start reading. Like in a cliché crime-novel, a clue answered none of the questions, only added to them. Or perhaps? Adelaide seemed to react as she read over his shoulder, but said little.

"Alrighty then, who do we have here?" Robert opened the file that looked the oldest, figuring it was as good a file as any of the others. If he didn't recognize the newest guy, perhaps someone older would give a different result? Opening it up carefully, as Robert knew how to handle fragile paper from his work, he stared down at another face, text written down below it. "Nope, no dice here either." This one was an old photo, real old. "Margaret Sanger, political agitator slash radical. Connections to that Rockerfellah' and...you're shitting me. Juno again? Who the hell is Aqueduct?" Robert asked himself, clearly not pleased that none of these clues were adding up to him. Adelaide didn't help either.

"Wait, hold up! Hold up a minute here. What's so important in Grimm that you're leaving all of this? And who's Patty Fischer?" Robert put down the old file with less care than the previous one, his focus totally on Adelaide at this point and her sudden desire to up and leave. "What do you see that I'm clearly failing to see here? You're not just going to leave me here alone? We've got that tech-guy coming and all!"


[System]
Age: 26

Class: Cavalier

Weapons: Iron Halberd (lance) and Iron hand-and-a-half sword

Fighting Style: As a mounted soldier, Jakobe tends to use his mobility to great advantage, making sure to maximize his effective coverage of the battlefield. He tends to keep his allies close enough so that he can help keep the heat off of them, as he is on the sturdier side of the 'squishiness' spectrum. He's not above employing a dirty trick or two in order to win a fight, as he hopes to keep his team together above all else, despite the fact that he's not even their leader.

Personality: Jakobe is a kind person to his friends, and often tries to be merciful in a fight wherever feasible. When the going gets rough, he gets serious. At the same time, you can find him laughing, joking and enjoying a few pints of ale after the fighting's over. Being an actual soldier, Jakobe's not too perturbed by fighting and blood, but he also doesn't find pleasure in killing, and sees it as an unfortunate necessity in war.

History: Born and raised in Bravura, Jakobe was the first son of a butcher and a tailor. He always loved talking to the town guards as a kid, and dreamed of finding glory and honor. He trained with the guards now and again with fake weapons, and was informally adopted by the barracks as member of their little family. Any time he didn't spend helping out his parents, he was at the barracks.

Being an actual soldier, he's also familiar with the troubles of war, but he's been able to avoid the fighting for most of the recent war, having been deployed to the coast and primarily acting as a supplementary city guard for the past two years. The first year of the war, however, was spent on the front, in the thick of the fighting. The only reason he was able to get away was a rather short influx of attacks on the shores, but the attacks dwindled after a regiment of soldiers were relocated.

Rationale: Jakobe has joined the Reclaimers to get back into the fighting, hoping to see how everything's changed in the two years he's been gone. He hopes to find out what's going on and bring peace, if possible.

Appearance:

Jakobe is rather tall, standing at 6'2" on his own, and weighs about 200 pounds. He's fairly muscular, but not overly so. His black hair is always kept short, as befits a soldier, and he shaves his facial hair daily. His horse is chestnut brown, and as a war horse, it's quite obviously muscular as well.

[User]
Kuur Salcair - Slaying the Remains

The dark-skinned woman darted forward with the agility of a leopard at the sound of metal clashing on metal and rolled past Lilith and Sanguin's melee. She came up with an arrow already laid against her bow's oiled string and aimed at the fleeing bandits.

The arrow whistled as it shot past Lilith's head and buried itself inside one of men's neck, causing the swordsman to spasm involuntarily and collapse. Another two arrows followed moments later, both finding their marks inside soft flesh of the remaining man, easily penetrating what had already scorched by the Mire curse. As the last one of the looters fell, the archer smirked. "...Easy."

Nickolas Rienbach - West Road Town

Nickolas grimaced, glancing down at the shaft of the single arrow that had the luck to fly over the heavily armored defensive line. It had penetrated his already wounded leg, leaving only three inches of the shaft and a feathered tail producing outside of his flesh.

Perhaps the universe just didn't want him to walk on that leg for a while.

Dismissing the pessimistic thoughts with a shake of his head, Nickolas put on his best smile and glanced around for the thieves he'd been told to take care of. The healing could come later. Noting their demises at the hands of the capable womanfolk, he instead turned to the cavalier. "Sir Jakobe. It appears that our final task has taken care of itself. We should move with Sir Hugh on the perpetrator of this raid."

[Assistant]
Hugh – Westroad Village

The courier's answer, paired with his appearance and manner, were sufficient to convince Hugh that Dylan wasn't an enemy, or even involved in this conflict. Before replying, Hugh held up a hand signaling give me a moment, and took a moment to check on Nick's status. Not only did the dark mage have only a few minutes left before his leg would no longer be of use to him, but a stray arrow had lodged itself in that limb during their assault on the archers. "In Naga's name...I had heard that dark mages had bad luck, but this is ludicrous. I hate to press you in this condition, but like you've said, we must move on whomever's captaining these brigands immediately."

He turned back to look at Dylan, and pointed the shaft of his spear toward the village's sole guard tower, where none of his soldiers had yet been and where the opposing leader likely resided. "Proper introductions will have to wait for later, since we're headed thataways to finish this mess, but suffice to say I am Hugh and these are the Reclaimers. If you're not too busy delivering messages to the dead, we could use your help." The knight hadn't meant to be sarcastic; doubtless the intensity of the situation had drawn it out of him. Leaving the pegasus knight to make his choice, Hugh returned to address his allies, and saw that at the same moment, Lilith, Gaius, Kuur, Jeane, Sanguin, and Habeen had arrived. Evidently, the axemen had fallen and the thieves were no more, along with the archers' demise. Aside from the conflict of Taene and Kel, which had yet to be properly decided, everything seemed in order. Even as he thought that, however, Hugh couldn't help but feel that he was forgetting something.

"Hey!"

The knight spotted Franky, Syrena, and Ronin fleeing from the direction of a building that had gone up in flame a short while ago. Directly behind them was Tim, who was doing his best to support what seemed to be a heavily wounded Arkhant. Not far on their heels was a small squadron of spear-wielding soldiers, escapees of the burning building judging by their singed clothing and sooty faces. At that exact instant, however, the bandit soldiers became aware of the larger group that their targets were heading to, and wisely peeled off in the direction of the guard tower instead. After calling for Tim to find a safe place to leave Arkhant, he summoned the whole of the Reclaimers host minus that mage and the wyvern rider, and charged with those thirteen others toward the defended position.

By the time that the Reclaimers drew close, however, the adversary boss had appeared. Despite now being outnumbered fourteen to seven, he sauntered forth with sneering confidence and contempt, for beneath his arm he had a feebly struggling young woman in Dancer's attire, and in his other hand was a steel sword pressed to her throat. On his back, behind his styled black hair and ponytail, was an iron axe that gleamed almost as malevolently as his eyes. His six soldiers fanned out behind him, spears lowered. This man took a moment to speak, knowing from the look on Hugh's face that he had the advantage. "Well, well, well," he laughed. "You lot come in here, slaughter my men, and yet the death of a single helpless innocent causes you to take pause. Another bunch of uppity do-gooders thought they'd try to match up against Malboro, eh?" His sneer turned into a tooth-gritted frown, and his voice sacrificed all its glee for hostility. It was obvious just by looking at Malboro that he was no average bandit; his clothes, though old and somewhat dirty, were of high calibur, and behind the cruelty etched into his features there was the look of noble breeding. Plus, unless that axe was ornamental, he harbored proficiency in more than one melee art. "Lay down your weapons now, or her pretty little neck will be in pretty little shreds."

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Dylan, (Now Former) Courier Dylan's eyes widened in childish glee once Hugh announced they were the Reclaimers. "R-really? You're the Reclaimers?! Wholy cow! I wanted to join when I first saw the posters! Oh my gosh I would love to help you guys out!" He leaned down, petting Andromeda's flank. "It's alright Andromeda! Let's take to the air girl, these are good guys." He pushed her forward, and Andromeda took off, going a few feet into the air, and then starting to travel with the rest of the Reclaimers. He was more than happy to help them, and he came to a stop just in front of the rest of the group, spear barred menacingly.

Once the bandit leader came out, holding a hostage. Dylan swallowed, his grip tightening around the iron lance, and he kept Andromeda steady in the air, despite her neighing. He couldn't find anything to say, and so just waited for what Hugh decided, glancing back at the apparent ringleader of the Reclaimers. He had no idea as to how to handle this particular scenario, save maybe a sharpshooter, though there only seemed to be one bowman. Maybe that was what was getting Andromeda all worked up. She was never happy around bows. Dylan just glanced back at Hugh, waiting for an order, happy to serve.

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Nickolas Reinbach - Westroad Village

If they surrendered their weapons, they'd all die. Nickolas didn't have to be a tactician to understand that. If it was to prevent that... he'd do something drastic. He could only hope that it would shock the banditry enough to give rise to an opening. He made sure to not look at anyone directly as he shoved his way to the front of the Reclaimers, the returning numbness in his leg the only thing that made walking bearable. He figured that if he had to be a distraction, he'd at least do it like a professional.

Nickolas steeled himself, muttered a barely audible prayer of forgiveness to Naga, and let loose a booming laugh. Fell light danced behind his eyes, and his pale flesh drained of any sort of color as he theatrically dropped his Dying Blaze tome.

"Tiny maggot with your tiny ambitions. I don't need a tome to tear out your soul."

He grasped down until he found one of the corpses of the men that had been killed earlier in the raid, and hauled it up as he touched the Flux tome that was slung behind his back. The curse came immediately with the sharp stench of rot, bubbling forth from where Nickolas had grasped the man and directly injecting itself into the corpse. It twisted and squirmed as the dark magic slid along and into the dead flesh. Bubbles formed under the skin and ruptured, leaking more foul gasses through the open mouth and torn flesh of the once-man's wounds. The body, weakened by rot, began to leak what could only be described as a chunky and disgusting smelling juice. A twisted grimace slashed across Nickolas' features and another cruel laugh tore itself from his throat.

"Little worm with your tiny sword. Did you really think a puny girl will save you from my wrath?" He stepped forward, crushing the already weakened skull of the desecrated corpse with little effort. He pointed a finger at the bandit as spittle sprayed from the dark mage's mouth. "G'narlak, Lord of Decay, will feast well on your rotten corpse as I devour your heart!"

Kuur Salcair - Westroad Village

At the sight of a hostage, the archer darted back toward the larger units of the Reclaimers, intending to use them as a shield against prying eyes. The graceful woman nearly tripped at the sound of harsh laughter coming from one of their own and spun around nearly immediately as she darted to the nearest human cover, the axeman she'd been lectured by earlier. Kuur glanced out for a moment to take in the situation. The sight that greeted her was... unpleasant. She barely held back her bile as the putrid corpse bloated and bubbled, organs melting into a disgusting green-brown mess that slid out of ruptured flesh.

Shuddering, Kuur nocked an arrow to her bowstring as the screaming rant of the dark mage reached its conclusion, her hiding spot behind the man known as Franky providing her time to consider which of the apparantly insane men she should shoot first.

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Jakobe Ruseenfalt- Westroad Village

Grimacing at the way the situation had progressed, Jakobe turned to Hugh and grimaced. Of course their enemy was willing to resort to such a tactic, they'd already been pillaging when the Reclaimers arrived. He was considering an attempt to convince the bandit that their best chance at not being brutally slaughtered would be to give up the girl and go home, but he wasn't sure they'd be willing to commit to such a thing. Neither side looked willing to back down, and the stand-off was the picture of tension.

Jakobe would have the advantage if he were to fight the bandit leader man-to-man, but the fact that they were holding a defenseless woman with a sword to her throat told Jakobe that these folks weren't the type to value honor or integrity. Put simply, this was a hell of a dilemma.

Nickolas's move was a hell of a crapshoot, and all Jakobe could do when he started his speech was look on in a mixture of horror, curiosity, and hope.


[System]
(This is a temporary image just for reference. While it's not exactly what Ash looks like it's close.)
Nickname: Ash

Species: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Occupation: Knight for Hire

Appearance:
Ash is of an average height, approximately 5ft 9in, and he is a muscular, but slender, looking guy who appears to be in good physical condition. His hair is jet black and he has longer bangs that hang slightly over the left side of his face; his eyes are a brilliant icy blue and are piercing in appearance when Ash stares at someone or has direct eye contact with someone.
He wears lightweight upper arm armor on each arm with black fingerless gloves that go up to his shoulders; under a dark protective leather vest he wears a black sleeveless, long necked, wool shirt. The shirt is tucked into a pair of forest green pants that have protective metal leg coverings that use straps to stay attached to his legs. The pants come down and are tucked into a pair of dark leather traveling boots that lace up with metal clasps. Over his shoulders he wears a forest green traveling cape.

Family:
Father - Ruevick Kingstone
Mother - Catherine Kingstone
Older Brother - Lias Kingstone
Older Sister - Bella Kingstone

Personality:
Ash isn't someone who talks a lot as he's a bit shy with people, because of this sometimes he comes off curt, blunt, rude or aggressive. Aside from his shyness though, Ash has a heart of gold and will protect someone with his life. He is protective over those he is charged to guard, and has a hard time letting them do things themselves unless they force him to let them be. He is a very serious person and has a hard time letting loose and joking around.

Likes:
Spending time outside, quiet surroundings, protecting others, reading, meals with fish.

Dislikes:
Arrogant people, lying, cats, onions.

Weapons:
A wide bladed sword at his waist. It is heavy, but because of his years of practice with it, Ash can wield it with minimal effort. He also carries a wide blade hunting knife just in case an attacker gets too close to him or surprises him with a sneak attack.

You don't need to be this detailed with your character. I just need some basic information about her like a picture similar to what she looks like, her name, age, personality, and appearance if it's different at all from the picture.

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Vivian widened her eyes and gasped as she saw that the paw was going to come down and slash at her neck. Before she even knew it, the large cat creature was knocked off of her, and she looked to see that Ashton was the one who saved her life. She sat still, shocked and still in a bit of a daze from the attack as she saw Ashton fight off the large cat. Soon enough the creature was driven away, and the scenery around the both of them was silent for a few moments. She looked to Ashton when he approached her and she answered after he asked "I-I'm okay, I think..." She noticed a few stings of pain, and she noticed that she had a few scratches, but she didn't think that they were anything too serious.

She looked to him and she asked, noticing that his breath was labored and heavy, "What about you? Are you alright?" She stood up and she looked at him to see if there were any wounds.

[Assistant]
When she gave an answer Ash felt himself release a small sigh, he hadn't been aware he had been holding his breath waiting to hear her speak. He stood to his feet as she did and felt the small gash near his right eye that the Hystop had managed to give him. It wasn't deep but there was blood flowing freely from it as he pulled his hand away to see his fingertips tinged with blood, but it didn't appear serious. As he winced slightly the thing that really worried him, although he tried not to let the worry show on his face, was the small thin gash on his left side. The wound stung with every movement and there seemed to be a dull throbbing coming from it, the skin felt heated and tender.

"It's nothing too serious my lady. A small injury from one of the thieves blades and a gash from the hystop, the creature that attacked us. I should be able to get healed once we make it to the temple in Fennire. Neither one of them appear serious though." Ash tried to assure Vivian he was fine as she looked him over. The knight tried to keep his breathing steady, just to keep up the facade so Vivian wouldn't know he was probably more injured than he was letting on. "If you're certain you are alright, we should get moving. With the hystop gone, I'm worried the bandits might return here looking to finish what they started." Ash spoke as he started walking again.

[User]
Vivian noticed the small gash and how it bled, but she didn't panic over it. The wound on the side of his abdomen had her attention, which was red with irritation. She couldn't help but get the feeling that Ash wasn't alright and that he was lying about how he really was. She looked to him after he spoke, and she nodded in agreement answering "Yeah. Let's hurry then," She held his arm and made sure it was around her shoulders, just in case he was going to collapse to the ground. After doing so, she hurried off down the path with Ashton.

Soon enough they reached the town of Fennire, without much incident after the incident with the bandits and Hystop. After entering the town, she asked Ashton "Where can we find the doctor....er, healer?" She had no idea as to whether this place had doctors here or not.

[Assistant]
Ash watched as the woman eyed him, taking in his injuries for herself. Trying to make himself seem alright as best that he could he was surprised when Vivian wrapped his arm around her shoulder letting him use her for support. He was extremely nervous and more than just a little uncomfortable but he let her continue to support him without argument.

Thankfully Fennire was close by once they exited the forest. Even the short walk to the area outside the forest seemed to sap his strength. Taking a deep breath he focused on walking trying to ignore the heat creeping into his cheeks, not sure if it was from the poison or if it was from Vivian supporting him. As they walked silently Ash felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle with awareness. Glancing back behind them he didn't see anyone but he still felt as though they were being watched by something. He passed the feeling off for now, attributing it to the fact that he was trying his hardest to fend off the poison.

By the time they had entered the city Ash was allowing himself to lean a little bit more on Vivian his side actually giving him a little bit of pain at this point as he tried to ignore it. The color of his face had also paled but only slightly. When Vivian spoke, he looked at the woman before looking around at the small city. It was very small compared to Gennovia and the temple should have been easy to find. As Ash's eyes scanned over the buildings he paused on one before raising his hand to point at it. "Do you see that building?" he said in a tone barely louder than a whisper trying to conserve his energy, the building he was pointing to was a white brick style building that was just about the tallest building in the city. It had a cathedral type feel to it from outside appearances. "We need to go there, you can talk to the Elder Sage there... and the sage's helpers should be able to check me out." He murmured pausing in the middle of his sentence as a lightheaded feeling washed over him, before he forced his words out.

The two of them made their way towards the building. Ash watched as it came closer into view and felt himself relieved that they were almost there. Once they made it to the dark wooden door that was the entrance to the temple, Ash used his free hand to push the door open with all the strength he could muster as he and Vivian entered the sacred building. The entry room they entered was rather spacious but it was nothing in comparison to the room in front of them. The high vaulted ceilings seem to reach up to the sky and the single glass window in the room allowed the sunlight to filter in, the window itself decorated with an image of the priestess who led them. A small alter was located in the center of the room, there in the middle of meditation sat an older woman. She was probably in her late 30's or early 40's, her ebony black hair was long and straight, and held up in a half bun on the top of her head.

As the two entered the woman stood in a quick, graceful motion to her feet before looking over at who had decided to enter into the sacred building. Her light green eyes fell onto Vivian and lingered there, but it seemed as if she were looking through her and not at her as her gaze appeared distant for a moment before returning to the present. They then shifted to Ash who was trying to force himself to stand straight, she noticed the pale color of his face, his labored breathing as he tried to keep his mind clear, and the faint bloodstain that came through the leather vest he adorn. The woman bowed her head in greeting to her guests her arms opening up in warm welcome. "Welcome to the temple of Fennire my guests. Please allow my humble assistants to tend to the injuries the young man has... and I sense you have business with me." She directed her attention to Vivian her green eyes glittering with ancient knowledge as she took note of the woman's appearance, quite sure that she didn't belong here. "Rura... did you really succeed where most have failed?" the woman thought silently to herself as she could sense the man's aura near, even if he wasn't there.

Two of the temples assistants came and gently took Ash from Vivian's arms. He looked back at the woman and tried to give her a small, reassuring smile. "I'll be ready to go soon, don't worry." He called out in a low tone. The two assistants escorted him out of the room, into a side room where they could tend to his wounds.

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Vivian looked towards where Ashton was pointing to see the large white brick building, and she strained her hearing to catch what Ashton whispered. She nodded and said "Got it! Hang in there..." She hurried over to the building and before she could open the door, Ashton already did so for her. She entered the building and she saw the woman at the alter in the room. She took in the beautiful details of the temple that reminded her of Notre Dame. She looked to Ashton when his breathing became even more labored, and she looked to the woman when she stood up and welcomed them with open arms.

She allowed the assistants to take Ashton off of her, and lead her to the side room. She nodded to Ashton when he called to her in a low tone, before she turned her attention back to the woman. She said to the woman "Thank you for helping Ashton," She then said as she started fishing out the letter and crystal Rura gave her, and she continued "You're right...Rura sent me," She handed the letter to the woman as she told her that Rura sent her.

[Assistant]
Once Ash was sure he was out of her sight, he felt himself slump slightly against the two that were carrying him. He heard voices but couldn't tell what they were saying, although he could tell they were male and female at the very least. He jerked slightly when he felt a hand press against his forehead. "He's definitely got a fever, and judging from his sudden collapse, probably fatigue too." the woman's voice spoke in a soft tone as she and the man adjusted how they were carrying him. The two placed Ash on a cot to see just what was afflicting the man. "It was a bandits blade...poison..." he murmured trying to help their efforts glad for the opportunity to lay down. One of the two was trying to take off his vest to get at the injury better.

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The woman watched as Vivian began digging through her bag for something. She gave a puzzled look at the Soul Crystal wondering just what Rura had planned, looking at the letter the woman presented to her she took it and opened the envelop looking at Vivian's name written on the parchment as well as the symbol. The woman passed her hand over the symbol and her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as she attained the information hidden within the symbol. Blinking her eyes a few times the woman looked over to Vivian and gave a small smile. "I am the Elder Sage Elvira. The symbol on this paper contains a lot of information, most of it pertaining to you and your situation here Vivan. I suppose Rura wanted to make this easy on you so you wouldn't have to explain your story every time you came to us." Elvira spoke in a calm tone as she looked back down at the paper.

It seemed that Rura didn't tell the woman everything, Vivian felt a little guilty sending the woman on a journey she assumed was just to get her home. Mentally debating with herself the woman was interrupted when one the assistants that left with the man returned to the room to speak with her. He walked over and looked at the Elder Sage before bowing his head and speaking in a low tone so that only Elvira could hear him. She gave a nod of her head before looking back to Vivian. "I understand you need me to transfer my energy into the crystal for you so you can continue. However before I pass on my energy I would ask that you stay here for the night, your companion probably didn't let on how injured he was in whatever fight happened before you got here. My assistants have been able to help him with their healing skills, but he still needs a night of rest to recover from the fatigue." Elvira spoke as she returned the envelope to Vivian. She needed time to prepare to transfer her energy anyways, just so Vivian didn't know what the price was for the energy transfer. She had a feeling Rura had done the same thing in order to protect the young woman from guilt.

"If you would follow me, I can show you to a room you can use. If you are hungry as well I can have some food brought to you." Elvira offered as she led Vivian off down a hallway that branched off from the side of the main room. Down the hallway were some rooms used by those who visited the temple and needed a place to stay over night. The rooms were very simple, each one containing a cot to sleep on with a simple blanked and pillow. A basin to wash up with, and two lanterns in opposite corners of the room. As Elvira showed Vivian one of the rooms she looked at the woman. "Would you like me to have something to eat brought to you?"

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Ash sat up on the edge of the cot where the assistants had left him. His side was bandaged up, they hadn't bothered doing more than putting a salve on the gash on his head from the hystop. It had taken a lot of their energy and magic but the man and woman assured him that the poison from the blade should have been drawn out of his system. The fatigue he felt however was not something they could heal, and he would have to rest in order to help with that. Hearing that made Ash feel guilty. He knew they would have needed to rest and get food somewhere tonight but if he hadn't gotten hit by the blade they could have kept on moving and rested at a nearby inn.

Ash hesitantly tried to step on his feet, not sure just how fatigued he was. He stood and felt okay at least to stand and walk. He moved around the room a bit to make sure that he wasn't going to collapse. Moving over to the door he opened it hoping he could at least locate Vivian and apologize to her for making her have to wait on him.


[System]
Gender: Female
Pokémon: Kirlia
Ability: Telepathy

Moveset:
Psychic
Heal Pulse
Magical Leaf
Draining Kiss

Backstory: To be revealed as the RP progresses.

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Piper the Skitty[Altepa Desert]

With the silky scarf snugly fit around her neck, Piper decided to take point, an energetic bounce in each step. It was truly a wonderful day and it wasn't even close to being over. Realizing that the Delphox had a bit more to say, she stopped just a meter away, turning to look up at him. A light flush on his cheeks made her heart swell with joy. His embarrassment was a pleasant change from the primal emotions the wild Pokemon around her area displayed.

"Oh my gosh, that sounds like a wonderful idea! We would make a fantastic duo, right?" Piper squealed at his casual suggestion of officially registering together. She had heard about such teams before - the exciting and dangerous journeys they would take on together and the mysteries they'd explore. Becoming a part of such a thing frequented her mind but she had believed it to be a hopeless dream... up until now.

Nodding at his word to move forward, she waited for him to take lead before following right by his side. "I see... I'll try my best to find one." She began looking around with each step, trying to make out any possible shelters in the distance. "Um, yes, I have been caught in one before... It was a frightening experience... The lack of vision and debris painfully striking against your face... I would not want that to happen again... It was manageable... but only because I stumbled into a little cavern not too far from where I was caught. What about you?"

[Assistant]
Alodi the Delphox[Altepa Desert]

Surprised at Piper's positive reaction, the Delphox raised a curious brow, "Oh, you'd truly like to start an exploration group? Well, perhaps while we're in Folio, if they're not too busy, we could register ourselves." Putting a claw to his lip, he'd ponder, "Though, we would need a name for our team? I'm afraid I'm not very good at such things, though if you cannot think of anything, I can do my best..."

Alodi's mood darkened considerably, as his gaze fell downcast, and his voice sounded more bland than its usual upbeat melodic timbre. "I have, yes. It was a harrowing experience..." Clutching his arm with a paw, he'd continue, "I was on a training mission. We were caught in a sandstorm, however we couldn't find shelter soon enough. You... may not be aware, but after a sandstorm begins, feral Pokémon become frenzied..." Glancing at Piper for a moment, he'd then avert his gaze, "It's more terrifying than a monster house."

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Devon the Totodile and Brick the Poliwrath[Entrance to the Trunk → Town Path F8]

Keldeo@Ninian
The Poliwrath's beady eyes flicked down at Lilisette as she pleaded with him to let her Team go on alone, to which he grunted. "Sorry, but you're stuck with me. At least until I see a bit more proof that you'll be able to handle yourselves on your own." As Ember edged closer to him, his bulging gaze travelled to her. "Yep. I'll just be an observer in this."

Selena's mention of his crazed attacker made Devon nod firmly. His deep brown eyes slowly drifting between the Bayleef, and then Ember. "Right. The last thing I want is to have another run-in with her, but if we do, I'd like having the backup." For a brief moment, the scene of both Ember and Selena lying dead on the floor at his feet flickered in his mind. Doing his best to fight off the thought, the Totodile shook his head and clenched his fists.

Chuckling slightly at the Grass-type's guess of his role in the mission, Brick shrugged. "It's not really like I can show you the way in a tree trunk with random formation and structure, but if you guys have trouble, I'll give you some pointers." Turning around swiftly, the battle hardened Guildie marched into the entrance of Folio's Trunk, with the children hot on his heels.

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The coarse sand underneath their feet shifted with every step through the hollowed out room on the top floor of Folio's Trunk. Devon head slowly craning around the vast first room in awe, his lids squinting in the low light that managed to somehow sneak into the area through cracks in the bark. It's so dry in here…..You'd think that the tree would be dead from the looks of this place, but in town, all the plants are totally fine…..Weird, the air's not that bad in here either….

Brick lead the team of novice Explorers down a narrow hall, the rooted walls becoming increasingly claustrophobic for a few feet, before easing off again. Raising up a hand to stop the kid's advance, the Water Fighter poked his head slowly around the corner into the next room to scan it with his intense vision. He soon pulled back and turned around to face the kids proper, and cross his arms. "Alright, we're going into the first room proper, so we'll go over the basics one more time, and then one of you guys are leading. Always check your corners, try not to make too much noise, watch your step for any Traps, always check your surroundings before going after any items on the floor, and if you spot a suspicious looking Pokémon, sleeping or otherwise, keep your eyes on them, but do not engage them unless they attack you first, or attempt to harm other Pokémon without reason. And Ember, since it's pretty dry up in the higher floors, try to keep the Fire attacks under control. Understood?"

The little blue crocodile raised a thumb up to his instructor. "We got it Brick. We'll be careful." Looking around him at the three girls standing around him, he put his hands on his hips. "So, who's leading? I can do it if no one else wants to."

Raiden the Feraligatr[Glyph's Guild - Guild Member's Quarters]

When asked if he ever made his own tea, the battle scarred Rescuer reached down to pick up his cup again and chuckle. "Yes, I learned how to make my own from a merchant I met out on the road. It's rather convenient too, since I always have access to hot water thanks to Scald." The dancer's next question about his origins caused Raiden to hesitate for a moment before staring off thoughtfully. "It's fine, I don't mind the questions. As for where I'm from, I come from the Air Continent. I lived in a village named Daneza, near Waterfall Lake. It's a very peaceful little place. There's a small river that cuts through the middle of the town and leads out into the ocean further down, and the plant life does a nice job of keeping the town concealed from harsh sunlight. It's a haven for most Water-types."

The gator's eyes gently closed, his smile growing wider. "I still remember how nice it was when I first got there. I met that girl, Lilith, and her mother, on the dock by the beach. I recognized her mother from a long time ago, and she let me to stay with her until I was able to build my own house."

Stein the Scizor, Teth the Nidoqueen, and Glyph the Flygon[Folio Town - Outside the Guild]

Keldeo
The two large Pokémon leaning against the frame of the doorway both stood up straight when the two lion's approached. The Scizor waving a claw as he checked behind his shoulder to peak inside the building. "Hey Fuse, and judging from the fact everyone's moving around out in the main hall, I think he the meetings over." Going stiff for a moment, Stien twisted his head back around and faced the door promptly. "Oh, hello Guildmaster! Perfect timing, Fuse wanted to talk to you!"

The large green Dragon looked between both the Scizor and the Nidoqueen with a smile, before tilting his head down at Fuse and Hikari and putting his hands behind his back. "Ah, alright then. Hello Fuse, and hello to you, young miss. What did you need?"

[Assistant]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio's Trunk - Town Path F8]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
Looking around, the Psychic evaluated the situation. I can't believe we're being babysat. Ugh... I know if we run into whoever tried to kill Devon would be really bad, but... we can't be babysat forever. We're going to have to be strong enough. Sigh..."

Glancing over at the Poliwrath, Lilisette reluctantly listened to his advice. It wasn't bad advice, but she felt it would be better learning it by diving in, and making mistakes. "Yeah... got it."

Devon addressed the group, and Lilisette replied, "I'm really not supposed to even be here, and you are the leader, so... I mean, unless someone has objections... I don't want to tell people what to do..."

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Piper the Skitty[Altepa Desert]

Nodding happily at Alodi's words, Piper exclaimed. "Ooo, sure thing! That would be amazing!" Hearing his question, she gave another small nod and mimicked his gesture, putting a paw to her chin in thought. "Hm... I can't think of anything either... Maybe we'll get inspired when we get there!" She looked up at him and smiled brightly.

As Piper heard his tone change at the topic of the sandstorm, her smile softened, almost fading completely as she was filled with worry. Perhaps the question had upset her new friend. Listening silently, she waited for him to finish before giving a curt nod, glancing up at him so that their eyes would briefly meet. "Oh... I... I see..." She lowered her voice, the touchy subject sending chills down her spine. "A-Actually... I am quite aware of the whole... frenzy thing... I-I wasn't exactly feral back then b-but... I could feel the agitation... The other few Pokemon taking shelter with me in the cave kind of felt it too... a-and..." Gulping painfully, she shook her head. "A-Anyway... at least you made it out okay..." A little smile grew on her face as she looked to the Delphox. "T-This time it'll be different though... I think we'll be able to handle this together... so it's okay... right?"

[Assistant]
Alodi the Delphox[Altepa Desert]

Averting his gaze in response to the Skitty's hopeful words, he'd let out a sigh, "Of course. We'll be fine."

Remaining quite for an awkwardly long time—considering his usual loquaciousness—he did finally speak once more, "Unfortunately, I was not prepared for sporadic sandstorms; I have little means to defend ourselves. Even the Escape Orb I hold will prove ineffective, since this desert does not hold the mystical power of a dungeon..." Furrowing his brows, he would consider his options before continuing, "This may be a shot in the dark, but you do not happen to know Dig, would you? Even then... frenzied Pokémon could still locate us. A cave is still our best option..."

Alodi's expression darkened as he grew quiet, pondering to himself, There must be something... If we are trapped in the storm, there is no guarantee that I can protect Piper...

[User]
Piper the Skitty[Altepa Desert]

Piper nodded, a bit relieved by his statement although she knew it was most likely out of kindness. There was no actual way to tell that they would be fine.

Looking around into the vast desert around them, she tried her best to locate some sort of shelter that would keep them safe. There can't really be nothing around there... Without any results, she looked up at the Delphox with a worried expression. "I... I see..." She shook her head at his question. "I'm afraid I don't..." Turning back to look around one more time, she suggested. "M-Maybe if we press on a little further, we'll find something..." There was a sliver of hope in her voice this time, the growing winds having blown the rest of it away.

[Assistant]
Alodi the Delphox[Altepa Desert]

Closing his eyes, the Delphox took a deep breath before hastening his step. "No matter, I'm certain we'll find something..."

Almost immediately after Alodi finished his sentence, the Sandstorm picked up considerably. Particles of sand began to abrasively strike the pair of travelers. Shielding his eyes with a hand, he furrowed his brows, "Piper. Use the scarf I gave you to shield your face. You do not want to inhale any grains of sand..." Gritting his teeth, he searched around though they could now only see a few feet in front of them. That was my last piece of cloth... If I cover my mouth and nose with my arm, perhaps I'll be fine. However, if we're forced to fight— The Delphox's train of thought crashed as a sharp roar could be heard in the distance. So it begins.

Covering his breathing holes with an arm, he looked down towards his companion. "Are you holding up all right...?"

[User]
Piper the Skitty[Altepa Desert]

"Yeah... W-We'll fi- Ah!" Piper yelped out in pain as rough cloud of sand was blown into her face. Shutting her eyes tightly, she brought up her white scarf as a shield, lowering her gaze to the ground so only the top of her head would be affected by the constant stream of debris.

After letting out a few violent coughs and expelling the sand that had entered her mouth, she responded weakly, trying to keep her bright tone. However, the terrifying roar in the distance sent shivers down her spine, causing her voice to waver with fear. "I-I'm f-fine..." With her head low, she pressed on besides her partner, hoping they'd find shelter soon.

[Assistant]
Alodi the Delphox[Altepa Desert]

The cough sent shivers down the Fire-type's spine, fear striking into his heart. We need to hurry.

More cries echoed out, surrounding the pair on all sides. The calls continued, drawing closer. This is not good. Neither of us are prepared for this. Speaking as loudly as he could manage without letting too much sand into his lungs, he conveyed their situation to Piper, "They have us surrounded. Our best option is to press onward in a straight line to our right. If you need, I can carry you. However, I will need to put you down once we encounter—"

Another roar, and it was significantly closer than the last time. A bright flash of light could be seen before them—fire! The figure, while obscured, was very obviously a fire-type, with a wreath of flames towards the top of its form.

Throwing its head back, the Pokémon before them shrieked before aiming a [FLAMETHROWER] towards the group! Alodi instantly reacted, throwing himself over the Skitty, allowing the flames to scorch his back.


[System]
Pokemon: Groudon

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Hometown: Unknown

Level: 42

Ability: Drought/Desolate Land

Moves: Hone Claws, Ancient Power, Lava Plume, Earth Power, Thunder Punch, Earthquake

Legendary powers: Rebeca's most notable power is that her core body temperature is around three times that of a normal human, and is capable of increasing to the point of causing environmental damage. At higher temperatures she smells a little like sulphur. She is both very strong and durable, being able to easily lift and move objects several times her own size. She is largely immune to extreme temperatures (she once climbed Mt. Silver completely naked just for the fun of it, and she looks at a pool of lava the same way most people look at hot springs or a hot tub. In between those extremes, she typically doesn't feel the difference). She is somewhat skilled at manipulating rocks, earth, and fire, though her use of it tends to be rather crude in its results. Do not make any bad breath or body odor jokes towards her, or she may demonstrate just how bad it can actually be.

Held item: Heat Rock

Appearance: Rebeca stands roughly six feet tall, with very dark brown hair (turns black when wet) that extends down to her shoulderblades. Her hair is rather messy as she rarely (if ever) takes care of it besides bathing. Her body is very muscular due to all the hiking and climbing she does. For clothing, she prefers comfort over all else, generally keeping to t-shirts, loose pants and boots suitable to her life lifestyle. She does not own underwear of any kind, because she only keeps the clothes in case she encounters other people in her wandering.
She shares the same markings across her body as Primal Groudon, though hers are black and she passes them off as tattoos. Her eyes are also the same amber colour. Her nails are quite large and pointed, which she conceals with gloves, and her teeth are slightly more pointed than normal.

She also has several scars. These include:

-A trio of claw marks on her right cheek
-Two long gashes down her inner left thigh
-Matching claw marks on her shoulderblades
-Numerous small scratches and cuts on her arms, legs, back and chest.
-A long laceration that begins a couple inches left of her belly button and curves up to the side of her ribs, with signs of having been burned shut.
-A small burn on her left upper arm
-Three short claw marks on her right side, starting just beneath her collarbone and ending on the upper surface of her breast.

She carries a backpack in which she keeps her supplies and several changes of clothes, mostly in case she accidentally incinerates the ones she's wearing.

In Primal Form, Rebeca becomes much closer in form to Groudon. Her markings and scars glow with molten heat, her nails transform into claws that have completely overtaken her fingertips and toes, her teeth become completely carnivorous, and she grows to half again her normal size. Her eyes take on the same molten appearance as her markings, and extreme waves of heat radiate off her body, melting or incinerating most nearby objects. Her skin becomes closer to the armoured plates that Groudon possesses. For the love of all that is alive and good, do not put her in this state.

Personality: Rebeca is a person torn between desiring the company of others, and wishing the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She much prefers the company of Pokemon to humans, and spends most of her time hiking through the wilderness, living off the land and exploring remote locations. Only rarely does she rejoin human civilization, and so she is very self-sufficient. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she has a rather abrupt attitude that can come across as rude. The finer points of conversation are lost on her, and she tends to take things at face value. Even so, she has a deep desire for someone to share her time with, someone who would keep her warm at night as opposed to the other way around. For all her toughness, Rebeca is actually somewhat shy and naïve on human behavior.
In regards to being the avatar of Groudon, Rebeca is mostly ambivalent. She tends to use her powers for mundane purposes (there are quite a few cliffs and mountains that now have conveniently placed hand and foot holds), and she prefers not to bring attention to herself when in human company. However, some of her most destructive capabilities are subconsciously controlled, and her greatest fear is accidentally harming someone. She has cheerfully resigned herself to the fact that she makes for a very convenient space heater, and thinks nothing of sleeping in a pile with others.
On the rare occasion that Rebeca engages in battle herself (she much prefers to just scare potential enemies away), she is very much a physical brawler, getting up close to her opponents and using her considerable size and strength to overwhelm them. She strikes first and strikes hard, aiming to end the battle quickly before she risks collateral damage. Towards this end, she has learned and adopted moves that emphasize her physicality.

Backstory: secret secrets.

Innocent secrets: Rebeca enjoys spicy food and sour candies, the former because it gives her the illusion of "heat", and the latter because she just does. She has zero interest in men, and is demisexual.

LD: 5800

Pokemon
Rebeca does not keep any Pokeballs with her, so her Pokemon can technically be considered "wild" and can be captured by other trainers. This is extremely inadvisable, as Rebeca considers her Pokemon to be her true family and will violently protect them. Their lives are more valuable to her than anyone else's.

Nickname: Maya

Species: Kabuto

Gender: female

Level: 18

Ability: Swift Swim

Moves: Scratch, Harden, Absorb, Leer

Held item: none

Maya is essentially Rebeca's baby. Where and how she came across the infant Kabuto is a secret she will not divulge to anyone, nor are many people even aware of her presence. Maya spends the bulk of her time clinging to Rebeca's chest beneath her shirt and does not battle. The adoration between them is mutual.

Nickname: Mihkail

Species: Rhyhorn

Level: 34

Ability: Rock Head

Moves: Horn Attack, Bulldoze, Smack Down, Scary Face, Rock Blast

Held Item: none

Mihkail and Rebeca met each other very early in her travels, and the two for all intents and purposes have become brother and sister. They look after each other while roaming the wilderness, protect each other, hunt together, fight together, sleep together, and are never separated. Greatly concerned over the growing loneliness that the avatar experiences, Mihkail seeks a suitable human companion for Rebeca and is very critical of the intentions of others.

[User]
Tantalus stood, stunned, as the little Porygon-Z rapidly shook his hand. To say this was a surprise would be an understatement. He found himself fading from the haze when his arm began to develop an ache.

"Your enthusiasm is astounding, although I'd appreciate if you could tone it down slightly." A small smile crept across his lips, as he spoke, and he patted the Porygon on the head, avoiding the spike. "It is, however, nice to meet you too. You have better manners than some Avatars, here." As he finished his sentence, the Porygon released him, much to Tantalus's relief.

What a friendly little thing. Apate's voice commented, floating around in his head. Tantalus replied with a scoff.

The tension in the air had subsided, if only slightly, due to the valourous attempts of what he could only assume was the Mayor, the woman who was with him, and a child with an extreme fondness for bells. That  was the Avatar of Suicune? Interesting…

As the last of the fire within the girl was extinguished, she knelt down to comfort her small pokemon, and introduced herself. "Rebeca. Just Rebeca. You mentioned something about dinner? Been a while since I ate, s'long as these two can come with."

Another voice drifted up from the crowd. "Yes dinner is being provided for us courtesy of the mayor and Justine. Well I at least am getting rather hungry thinking about our dinner so I'm going to go inside." It's origin was a man dressed in rustic looking black outfit, ragged at the edges. It gave him an uneasy feeling, stirring memories he'd rather forget.

Wait, dinner? Looking up at the fancy establishment before him, Tantalus considered the thought. Not needing to eat often was a real benefit, however food in this region was proving to be utterly delicious, and he was getting hungry from walking through the city.The street food vendors dotted around the city had resulted in a pleasant smell spreading over several areas he had passed through today.

He turned his head towards his Mawile, a token gesture, given their ability to communicate telepathically. Apate. What do you say about joining these Avatars for a meal? A few have piqued my intrigue, and I'd like to gather some more information. A proposition that was not entirely untrue, if marred by an underlying need to sate his appetite for more than conversation.

You are hungry aren't you? A note of sarcastic humour creeping into her voice, even telepathically, which always annoyed him. I thought you wanted to stir up trouble, when we arrived.

I still do, but that can wait. Everyone is going to be here for a while yet. Besides, you did win the coin toss. Smirking to himself, Tantalus began to walk towards the Ritzy Raichu, with Apate in tow.

The place was impressively large, and decorated with ornamental features ranging from eye-catching to tacky, but with any luck the food and company would make up for the shortfalls present. Looking around, it became clear which table the Avatars were gathering around. The man from before was already present, along with another sporting a suit and white hair. Next to him was a the girl that Tantalus had seen speaking, rather forcefully at that, to one of the other Avatars earlier. It was an impressive tirade she had conducted, winning the dominance battle between the two. That said, she was doing it to protect the people nearby, and if the man truly had kicked off, Tantalus could have used it to his advantage. Nevertheless, sitting nearby might prove interesting enough. Beside her sat a Gardevoir, presumably hers, so Tantalus took the chair beside the Pokemon. As he sat down, Apate jumped onto his lap, and draped her jaws over to the left, away from the Gardevoir sitting beside him.

As he got comfortable, the girl reached an outstretched hand over in his direction. "Seras Bancroft, travelling artisan and avatar of Diancie. I've heard mention of an avatar from Sinnoh with healing powers - it's a pleasure to see that you made the journey." Tantalus blinked. She'd heard of him. Ego overflowing, he swallowed a laugh, instead opting for a sincere smile as he shook her hand.

"Ahh, the Avatar of the Crown Jewel of Kalos, it is a honour to meet you. Coming here wasn't actually my idea, this little one dragged me here by force." As he finished, he inclined his head forward to Apate, who was still sitting calmly. "Now that I am here, however, I think i'll stick around for the time being. The entertainment is delightful." With that, Tantalus relaxed, waiting to see who would arrive next.

[Assistant] It didn't take long before Wells reached Ali Baba's Genuine Italian Pizza. It was the place he first visited in his apprenticeship. And it was also where he met Helioptile. He managed to apprentice for a very old master electrician, who was retiring due to health problems. Wells would take over his business, together with the Helioptile who was his partner for most of his life. It was a place with memories that made good food taste even better. So he really didn't mind eating there, especially after beeing greeted by the restaurant's owner. The moment he walked in, he could see the people behind the counter walk into the kitchen, presumably starting to work on the regular order. He sat down in a couch by a corner, smiling as the memories flooded back and the smell of many pizzas being made filled his nostrils. He also smiled, as he enjoyed thinking about how Velas reacted to his next unorthodox action. He never expected people to be so easily provoked, but the way they seemed to suddenly care about him was immensely satisfying. Wells often felt pathetic, but he never stopped being amused by simply getting the attention of others, whether it was good or bad. As he asked what the future would bring, his order arrived on the table. As he bit into the first slice, his smile widened. He relished the thought of eating alone. And he enjoyed the nostalgia brought by someplace familiar. For a moment, he was saddened by the thought of being an avatar... but he realized where it could take him if he grabbed the chance, and smiled again.

[User]
Rebeca swallowed hard as she followed the others into the restaurant. The surroundings were far more elaborate than anything she was used to. Normally she found herself camped out in the open air, here everything was dolled up, dressed up and neatly put into place. Even amongst the other people she felt out of place. Where they were dressed to the nines in fancy looking suits and dresses (though Kaze did look rather funny in a suit that was clearly too small for him), all she had on was an old grey t-shirt, pair of shorts and hiking boots that were practically falling apart.

Out of everyone there, the pink girl stood out and apart from them. Seras, she said her name was. It was obvious that she had put a great deal of time into her appearance for the night, which might have explained her short patience with the Wells guy. The elaborate braid hanging down her back probably would have taken hours to make, given its length.

Awkwardly tucking her own hair behind her ears, Rebeca tried to remember the last time she had actually washed it, not just dunked in a river or stepped under a waterfall. Probably too long ago, she decided as she sat down across from Seras.

Mihkail hunkered down behind her chair, closing his eyes again. If it's any consolation, you don't smell too bad.

Thank you, I feel so much more comfortable now, was the dry response. She just hoped they didn't mind her looking like she had just crawled out of a dumpster.


[System]
Age: 12
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Fennekin
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having never left the regions of the Far East, Shiranui is excited for seeing the culture of a faraway land whilst also steeling himself for the culture shock he may inevitably feel. As part of his ninja training, his father had told him to expect the unexpected.

[User] Goomy was happy to see the other or its species.

[Assistant] Shiranui watched as Numeru told Goomy of her experiences and assured Liam's newest Pokémon that Liam was a great person to get along with.

[User] The house was in view. Liam noticed that it looked like rain clouds were about to move in as well.

[Assistant] Shiranui noticed as well. "We better take shelter posthaste," he suggested.

[User] Liam hurried to the house that was supposedly haunted.

[Assistant] When Shiranui got inside, the rain started falling. "Glad we made it in time," he said.

[User] "Now, we just have to wait out the rain, we may see the ghost that supposedly haunt the house." Liam replied.

[Assistant] "It's probably a Ghost-type Pokémon," stated Shiranui, "What species, I don't know."

[User] As if on cue, random objects such as a candelabra began floating around. Liam had an idea. He opened his bag and began digging for something.

[Assistant] Shiranui had a moment of insight, remembering the Pokémon Tower and pulled his Silph Scope out.

[User]
Liam retrieved his. He noted Goomy was scared. Liam told Goomy it is just a ghost type Pokemon and to look though the scope. Gloomy gave a sigh or relief and then looked himself. The candelabra was currently be juggled by a Haunter, as was a lamp and toaster.
 Liam inquired if they should make the Haunter aware of the fact that they can see it.

[Assistant] "I think we should," answered Shiranui.

[User] "Haunter!" Liam called. The ghost type was startled, dropping the items. Liam lunged to save the lamp and succeeded. Haunter was surprised that he was seen by a human.

[Assistant] "Nice trick, Haunter," commented Shiranui.

[User] Haunter turned tangible and looked at the boys. He pointed to Shiranui's Silph Scope. "Haunter Haunt haunt Haunter?" it asked.

[Assistant] "That's a Silph Scope," answered Shiranui, deducing what Haunter was asking, "It allows a human to see Ghost-type Pokémon when they're invisible or in illusion."

[User] Haunter was intrigued by the device. Haunter then turned to Liam's Goomy. It pulled its eyes out and began juggling them while laughing. Goomy began crying. Liam comforted the scared pokemon, who began to rub Liam's check, leaving a small amount of slime residue.

[Assistant] "That was creepy," Shiranui remarked, knowing some of the tricks Ghost-type Pokémon can play.

[User] Haunter was horrified by the comment. There was an invisible Gengar tugging on Shiranui's bag.

[Assistant] Yoto sensed the Gengar and wrapped a cloth around the ghost. The sword that didn't wrap the cloth unsheathed itself and tapped Gengar. "Yoto, what's going on?" Shiranui asked after feeling something on his bag.

[User] "Looks like a Gengar was tugging at your bag." Liam said. "Maybe it was trying to make your bag break open."

[Assistant] "Except it tried it right in front of Yoto's watchful eyes," added Shiranui with a chuckle, "Gengar, that was silly; trying to make my bag fly open with a Doublade watching my back."

[User] Gengar acted like it wasn't listening. It turned intangible and went though the floor.

[Assistant] "Well, this place is definitely haunted," stated Shiranui, "A playful Haunter and a mischievous Gengar among other Pokémon."

[User] Liam heard a thudding that was gradually getting louder.

[Assistant] Shiranui heard the thudding as well. "Liam, what could that be?" he asked.

[User] "I have an idea." Liam said. The thudding was very loud at this point. Liam went over and opened a door as a washing machine jumped into the air and landed in the room. "I was right."

[Assistant] "There's something in that washing machine," he stated, "Come out of there, whatever you are! You are not fooling us!"

[User] The house propped up and released a jet of water in Shiranui's face. A Rotom then exited the machine laughing hysterically.

[Assistant]
Soaked by the Rotom, Shiranui scanned it. "Rotom, the Plasma Pokémon. Its body is composed of plasma. It is known to infiltrate electronic devices and wreak havoc."
"That's it, Rotom, it's on!" rebutted Shiranui, "Numeru, Dragon Breath!" He sent his Goomy out and the little gastropod blew a gust at Rotom. "Liam, do you want a Rotom or shall I capture it?"

[User] "Well, I need more verity." Liam said. He pointed out that most of the Pokemon he caught in Kalos were Dragons.

[Assistant]
"That you do," Shiranui confirmed, "It's all yours." Numeru started glowing, growing to double her height and growing stubby arms and a snail shell-like protrusion on her back. The glow subsided to reveal a Sliggoo and Shiranui scanned her.
"Sliggoo, the Soft Tissue Pokémon and the evolved form of Goomy. It drives away opponents by excreting a sticky liquid that can dissolve anything. Its eyes devolved, so it can't see anything. Its four horns are a high-performance radar system. It uses them to sense sounds and smells, rather than using ears or a nose."

[User] "Goomy! You're up!" the Soft Tissue Pokemon jumped down from its trainer's shoulder. "Dragon Pulse!" Liam called. The attack hit Rotom. Room used Ominous Wind. Goomy replied with Hidden Power, which Liam noted to be Dark Type. "I didn't know you knew that." Liam replied. Room was hurt by it. It began to try and flee into a nearby TV. Liam threw a Luxury Ball and barely stopped Rotom in time. The ball shook a few times before pinging shut. The ball took its shrunk form since Liam already had six Pokemon. As Liam went to retrieve it, the Gengar rose up and snatched it up. It then flew off into the back rooms of the house.

[Assistant] "Higitsune, come on out!" Shiranui let his Delphox out. "A Gengar snatched one of Liam's Luxury Balls. Can you please help us locate it?" Higitsune nodded and read Liam's mind, finding the memory of Rotom's capture and the Gengar stealing the ball. Severing the mind link, Higitsune scanned the house and located his quarry. "Del!" shouted Higitsune before taking off running like a hunting dog.

[User]
Liam followed Higitsune. The location the Gengar was in was filled with a bunch of oversized toddler toys. Gengar had the Luxury Ball next to a heater, trying to coax Rotom out. Once in the room, Liam saw this. He took in the contents of the room. "Is this where you and Rotom play?" Liam asked.
 "Gen Gengar." The Pokemon replied.
 "You're going to miss your friend, right?" Liam asked. Gengar nodded in confirmation.

[Assistant] "Liam, if one of us catches Gengar, it will still be with its friend," Shiranui suggested.

[User] "Well, I already have a Gengar." Liam replied.

[Assistant] "In that case; Gengar, if you come with me, you and Rotom will still be together," Shiranui offered.

[User] Genera's face became hopeful. He tossed the ball holding Rotom back to Liam. With that settled, Liam began attempting to settle on a nickname for it.

[Assistant] "Dusk Ball, go!" Shiranui threw a Dusk Ball and Gengar was drawn in. Almost immediately, the ball pinged shut and shrunk. He named Rotom's friend Kage.

[User] "I'm thinking about 'Plasma' for a nickname." Liam decided.

[Assistant] "Why not?" asked Shiranui rhetorically, "Rotom is made of the stuff."

[User] "Well, it looks like the rain has stopped." Liam said while looking out a window.

[Assistant] "In that case, we can get back on the road to Laverre City," replied Shiranui.

[User] "Well, lets go then." Liam said.

[Assistant] The heroes left the house and continued north on Route 14.

[User] "I wonder what type the next gym will use." Liam said aloud.

[Assistant] Shiranui looked in his guide book. "According to this, Valerie—the next gym leader—uses Fairy-type Pokémon," answered Shiranui, "They're weak to Poison and Steel-type attacks, but like every gym we faced expect her to have a counter-strategy for those types."

[User] "Well, most of my Pokemon I have caught here are weak here." Liam said thinking aloud. "Scarlet, Jiriaya, Gallade, Sandy, and Rotom aren't dragons, but I don't have anything on me that's strong to her."

[Assistant] "You may not be able to match types with a Fairy, but a lot of them are dual-types," stated Shiranui.

[User] "Well, If I think it's needed, I do have a few poison types back at Oak's lab." Liam added.

[Assistant] "That might be a good idea," commented Shiranui.

[User] Eventually, Lavere City came into view. "Let's hurry to the Pokemon Center."

[Assistant] Shiranui nodded and the duo was soon there.

[User] Liam made an adjustment to his team, to prepare for the gym. He called Plasma out, and told it to stay near him and not to go into anything.

[Assistant] Shiranui made a few adjustments as well, getting one of his old friends onto his party just in case.

[User] "Shall we head out to the gym?" Liam inquired.

[Assistant] "I think so," answered Shiranui.

[User] As the duo left, Trevor was walking in. "I was wondering when I'd see you two." He said.

[Assistant] "Hello Trevor," Shiranui greeted.

[User] "Here for the badge?" Trevor inquired.

[Assistant] "Indeed we are," answered Shiranui, "You?"

[User] "Already have it." He said. "She just had a fashion show and she picks a random spectator to battle with. If they beat her she gives them a badge. You'll likely have to face multiple Pokemon."

[Assistant] "That's nothing new to us," replied Shiranui.

[User] "Well, you just watch us beat her." Liam said.

[Assistant] "We'll get that badge in no time," added Shiranui.

[User] At the gym, Valerie was sitting outside, talking with her Sylveon.

[Assistant] "Excuse me miss, we're here to challenge the gym," stated Shiranui.

[User] "Ah, welcome." she said. "I am the gym leader Valerie. "Who wants to go first?:

[Assistant] "I went first back at Lumiose," stated Shiranui, "Liam, it's your turn."