Scythe had only been in the city for contracts, and even then, it was brief. People stared at the samurai-like Scyther with a sense of fear, even though his stance was more fluid and sharp rather than brawny and intimidating. As he passed by a child, on his way to the location the letter detailed out for him, he felt the little Magby pull on the edge of his tattered scarf, crimson eyes open in wonder.

"Are you going to help us, mister?" The Fire-Type asked, her voice soft, yet determined. Scythe gave her his usual calm smile, bending down and patting her head with a calloused hand. "Look into the moon...and tell me, does it shine with a beautiful light?" He asked, before standing up and leaping onto a nearby rooftop, quickly becoming a blur to the Pokémon below him. The Magby was led away by her mother, although she couldn't help but ponder the samurai's statement. [I]'Does it...?'[/I]

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The tall, lithe Scyther swiftly appeared beside the guild's door, opening up the wooden entrance slightly and darting in, his form seemingly an illusion. A quick glance around showed a rather...empty room, and he climbed the stairs. It was said that the meeting would be taking place on Floor Three of the Guild's Headquarters, and so he headed there, flitting up the stairs with casual assistance from his slim wings. Within seconds, he was inside the room, silently walking amongst the crowd. Keen eyes spotted a Riolu hanging in the shadows, and a smile formed on Scythe's face.

"Fate has cried, and summoned her champions to defeat the Darkness..." He whispered his usual cryptic messages, leaning on the shadowy wall beside the Riolu. "Greetings, Ghost. How has Life been treating you, friend?"