[h2][color=MediumSlateBlue]Raiden the Feraligatr[/color][/h2][b][Folio Town - Town Sqaure][/b]

The Pokémon of mysterious origin was totally focused on the dancers. Seemingly glowing red eyes tracking their graceful moves and lightly bobbing his head to the song as he leaned against the side of a building. Raiden was soon taken out of his peaceful trance when angry screams peaked his heightened hearing. Looking over at the bench where the children from earlier were sitting, he spotted the scene of Ember assaulting the apparent thief. A smirk came over the Feraligatr's scarred face. [color=MediumSlateBlue][i]Let's see where this goes...If these kids can handle themselves in a fight....[/i][/color] 

[h2][color=darkturquoise]Devon the Totodile[/color] and [color=SlateGray]Nameless Thief Weavile[/color][/h2][b][Folio Town - Town Sqaure][/b]

[@Ninian][b][@Shiny Keldeo][/b]
Devon was also busy enjoying the Troupe's show, watching with eager silence just like the rest of the crowd. That is, until Ember went off like a bomb. Hopping off a the bench and tripping over to the side where the Quilava was facing off with the thief, the Totodile spun around and faced the pick pocket while taking a quick look at Ember with a look of confusion, alarm, and anger. [color=darkturquoise]"Hold on, this dude tried to steal from you!? What the heck Weavile!? Do you [i]want[/i] to get beat up!?"[/color]

It was painfully clear to the Weavile that he screwed up. Big time. An irritated growl escaped the weasel as he dove out of the way of the tiny flames being fired at him. Landing on the ground with a hard smack, the thief pushed himself off the ground with his forearm and gave a sharp smirk to the kids. The small coin purse taken from Ember's bag still firmly gripped in his claws, along with various other small bags of currency. [color=SlateGray]"No, I want to make money. Fast and easy. And if you kids really got a problem with that well,"[/color]

His white furred paws shot up to the crown of red feathers behind his head. A small glass sphere held in his paw as it came back into view. A yellow seed poked out of the side of the Icy Pokémon's sharp toothed grin. [color=SlateGray]"Why don't you try and [i]stop me?[/i]"[/color] 

Before anyone could even react, the orb was smashed against the street and broke open into a blinding flash of white light. Devon reeled back his head and shielded his eyes along with the those of the crowd that had turned around. [color=darkturquoise]"ACK! SHIT WHAT WAS THAT!?"[/color]

In the confusion of the flashbang effect the orb caused, Ember would feel a blunt pain in her gut as something slid down her arm. [color=SlateGray][NAMELESS WEAVILE used THIEF!][/color]

The whiteness remained in the eyes of the onlookers for only a few more seconds before the world slowly fade back into blurry view. If one looked down the street to the kids left, they would catch the sight of the Weavile thief rapidly making his get away at an un-natural speed. A familiar patched bag wrapped around his torse. Rubbing his eyes the reptile groaned and jumped in place and pointed.[color=darkturquoise]"There he goes! Ember! He's got your bag!"[/color] 

[h2][color=MediumVioletRed]Letho the Sableye[/color][/h2][b][Folio's Trunk - Town Path F6][/b]

[@Shiny Keldeo][@Lucius Cypher][@Ninian][@Empour]
The bickering/discussion between everyone on what exactly they should do with the Petra quickly caused Letho to grow quite bored. Judging by Gren's disposition, it was clear that the Sableye's speech on why being rash in a dungeon was dangerous was entirely wasted on the Aron. He might as well have been talking to a rock. (Technically, he was) 

Slumping in place as the topic of conversation drifted off to some sort of special snowflake blue Kirlia and the goal of Karaha's own quest, Letho's gem eyes caught sight of Gren attempting to walk off on his own. Sighing, [color=MediumVioletRed][LETHO used SHADOW SNEAK!][/color] The ghostly imp's shadow creeped along the rooted floor until it stretched past the hasty mon. Letho's body melted into the long shadow and 'bubbled' back into shape in front of Gren. Placing a claw on the kids face he shook his head and he looked to the rest of the group. [color=MediumVioletRed]"Alright, since it seems like the clients getting a bit rowdy, we should probably get going. Petra, you coming with us, going with Umbredude, or going back to town? I still recommend town the most. There's even a dance show that's supposed to happen in the square sometime today.[/color] 

[h2][color=a0c9a1]Glyph the Flygon[/color][/h2][b][Folio Town - Rhys' Clinic][/b]

[@Ninian]
The kind hearted Guildmaster strolled briskly down the branch of road that lead further into Folio's residential districts. His round cap secured on his head with antennae poking through cut holes, and a large Guild bag around his right shoulder. While still being relatively full of the life, the performance currently happening in the Town Square had noticeably limited the number of townsfolk walking the streets. The Flygon waved to most, if not all of them as he made his way past. The various Pokémon civilians returning the gesture in kind. [color=a0c9a1][i]Hm...I assume Relm's show has once again garnered many fans....I do wish I could go see it for myself, but these other matters must take priority....Besides, they'll be in town for a few days. Perhaps I can view their later performances....[/i][/color]

Coming upon a building that had a large red symbol on it's roof, Glyph cleared his throat and slowly brought up a curled three digit hand. Giving the solid wood door a few quick knocks. [color=a0c9a1]"Hello? Rhys? It's Glyph. Are you busy?"[/color]