[center][b][color=lightblue][h2]Vivian[/h2][/color][/b]
Feyhollow[/center]6

Before leaving Vivian also bought a page of pretty coloured stickers with her regular money. As the girls stepped out of the poke'mart Viv peeled and placed a bright flower looking sticker onto Flabebe's ball. After admiring it she gave a short satisfied nod and stashed it in her bag before pulling out and examining her two new pokeballs. They expanded and shrunk in her hands as she wondered what sort of Pokemon would end up using them.
[color=lightblue]"How would we know if we met another guild member?"[/color] Vivian asks Leisy curiously, looking up at her. It was but a fleeting thought beside her next question. [color=lightblue]"Where are we going to go to catch our next Pokemon?"[/color] Viv was barely able to contain her eager excitement. Her eyes burning with an impatient determination. 
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[center][b][color=orange][h2]Azerus Jr[/h2][/color][/b]
Feyhollow outskirts[/center]
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Azerus Jr had spent the last three days wildly searching through the deepest depths of Feyhollows merciless untrodden dense forests and the hauntingly dark unforgiving caves, throwing his singular pokeball over and over again, time after time at all the biggest and meanest looking Pokemon he could manage to find. 

He had narrowly avoided being squashed by an avalanching graveller, was chased by a rolling donohan, swooped at by a group of territorial Staravia's and bitten by a sneaky hungry gligar, just to mention a few.

For his many long hours of hard tireless work, fierce determination and strenuous exertion, his rewards were but a few extra pokedex entries, an aching empty stomach and a plethora of scraps and bruises marking his many near death experiences.

It was hopeless. AJ was now battered, beaten, bruised, tired, hungry, exhausted, agitated and mentally defeated. His clothes were torn and ragged, his hair a mess and dirt covered his face. He had never spent this long beyond the lavish luxuries of his home before. His struggle served only to fuel the fire that burned in him like a mad desperation. It had him viciously pursuant of means to a quick remedy of his situation. The worse things got, the harder he pushed on. And he knew exactly how to remedy things.

He only had to defeat three of his fathers Pokemon, not only did he want to do this to regain his position, but he wanted to rub the smug old mans face in it. He just needed three or four strong Pokemon. But even all the vengeful determination and malicious desire in the world could only push a broken body so far... 

Azerus let out a deep exhausted sigh, sucking in a deep breath of the cold nights air as he stumbled around in the near darkness. His heavy guitar case -somehow still intact- cluttered around at his side further weighing him down. He wanted a warm meal and a soft bed, and anyone with a nose knew he needed a good bath. But he simply could not go on any further, not tonight.
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Vivian (HHG)+1TP
Azerus is created -5CP
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