I joined in the rest of the group, spying on Arnold and his odd behaviour. "Oh, now he's using it... oh. Euh." By the time I finished my sentence, I was busy trying to pull myself from staring at the pan. "Well, at least he's using it for the intended use." I quipped as I turned to a mere shadow of Spruce, smirking rather nervously at the mentality of our guild leader. This seemed to catch on, starting with Spurce's frozen expression (before he unexpectedly left), before infecting Archie's noisy beak. Man, do we speak clearly or what? Some of us don't even possess mouths for that matter. 

"Why can't you EVER understand the definition of sarcasm!?" Hm... here's some tips with dealing with crazy people:

"1. Never assume a crazy person can speak the same language as yourself-"

"Shut up, kid!" Archie squawked to my giant eye, his beak turning to me within a time span of a blink. "Can't you see he's gonna try gliding off the roof next!?" Archie continued exclaiming at my face, somehow the ear-piercing, hysterical voice rivaling my own screeches I used to stun Pokemon... er, I've only used it about twice, both to annoy if you need to know. Despite all the commotion that was going on at the bottom, Arnold seemed unfazed as he continued with his odd breakfast, adding more things I couldn't quite pick out from this distance...

"Either way, you took your time saying how I could!" He yelled out from above, almost slipping and causing Archie to shriek like an overly-protective mother. "This is summer, and I want to enjoy it! My way!" His voice had determined qualities, unusual to those of a crazy Pokemon. He pointed at Archie and targeted himself with the same finger as part of gestures during his turn to speak, using the empty hand he hadn't bothered using. Apart from digging up more food and dumping it into the pan.

"Just get down, and safely! You've got an entire guild to run, and I can't be bossing around 50 teams everyday!"

"Then I'll get Mr. Banana to take over when I'm dead, alright!?" Arnold yelled, forming a cone over his mouth with his pink paw, as he flipped the pancake of... gummis? My God, those things should've stuck like dried glue to... any hot surface. 

I assumed by 'and safely,' that Arnold had done this before. And got down unsafely/got down dangerously/fell down dangerously. Of course, several Pokemon (noticeably the more older and experienced ones, or at least the ones familiar with Arnold) had left for their own reasons, be that boredom or lack of free time. Expectantly, people started following the pioneers as the powerless Archie continued to plea for Arnold's safety, his feathers stretching out beyond their limit... I didn't care too much. It was pretty evident Arnold was crazy before I got here, and he somehow survived his crazy acts. I wasn't going to spend my time boiling in the sun, and quite literally too if I was stuck in a pot outside.

'Yo, Archie. Just fly up there or somethin', 'cause you ain't gonna get him with words.' Nah, I didn't actually say that; I was just quoting what somebody else said. I was one of the last of the few to leave, hearing that admittedly quiet message and leaving it here to point out Archie's stubbornness. To my dismay, Archie remained stuck in that cycle, because he didn't hear it. At all. His own voice kicking better advice away...

After departing from the one-man commotion... well, when I turned to Spruce once more, even his shadow was long gone. Thankfully, tracking down his location was much easier, since he was only a meager distance away from my reflective eye with enlarged pupil. I never really knew why my pupil was bigger than a normal Magnemite's one... maybe, it could've stemmed from Davis' first few attempts to make a friend. Oh well, I had always assumed it was better for my vision. "Say what? A beach, AND a CAVE? Who was ignorant enough to leave that out?" I questioned, my voice growing more excited as I reached my final few words of my question. Despite this, the mission itself seemed... suspicious, in a way. It was as if it was just placed there for our eyes only. Literally.

That's what happens, however. At least to the assumptions of brains. Always a feeling of paranoia in first assignments. Naturally, it's not exactly anyone's fault. Probably curiosity's, as it often conflicted with the fear of the unknown.