[center][h3][color=662d91]Trevor Smithee[/color][/h3][/center]
[center]Kangaskhan's Tavern -> Medburn Guild[/center]
[center][@Shiny Keldeo], [@AbysmalDemon][/center]

	The kangaskhan, apparently named Kelly, and the strange pokemon, apparently named Drip had a short conversation involving a ralts that was here, earlier, and apparently had no money to his name. Trevor managed to stop himself from blurting out that he was in the same situation, as the conversation seemed to imply that others might be looking for him... and others like him. Instead, he answered Drip's question with [color=662d91]"W-well, I'm always flying... ever since I learned h-...er... I mean... I've always flown, so I didn't really feel the earthquake,"[/color] He blew it. He knew that at the very least, Kelly and Drip knew that he wasn't quite a normal pokemon, but it wasn't them that he was worried about, it was anyone else. Pokemon that they'd tell, pokemon that might be listening in, and pokemon that might hear it later from other pokemon that they've told. During his paranoid thoughts, he overheard a third pokemon saying that his 'runs' were over, and he was returning to the guild... which also seemed to be where the ralts, who took off sometime earlier in the conversation, was heading. Trevor thought it might be a good idea to head there, despite his earlier bias against it. He figured he could learn more about this place, and about himself... as of now, he had no idea what he was capable of, a problem that the ralts apparently shared.

	It took Trevor a while to get enough courage to speak, and that wasn't helped by the fact that he could SWEAR he was being watched by someone, but, eventually, he stuttered [color=662d91]"So, um... you too, huh? A-and... do you think the guild could h-help us? Sorry, I've always been... er... bad at talking,"[/color] This was just about when he noticed the screaming vulpix, who decided to run away shortly after, the odd monkey pokemon, and the togepi... many of whom probably just heard that. Trevor managed to stop himself from having a panic attack over the fact that more pokemon just heard him say that, and he just sort of fluttered around after that, waiting for his answer... of course, while he was doing that, he noticed a weird bunch of vines set up near the guild's entrance. Was that supposed to be a trap? Well, it wasn't going to work on him, at least.

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[center][h3][color=ff5050]Ember[/color][/h3][/center]
[center]Outside Medburn Guild[/center]
[center][@Shiny Keldeo][/center]

	Apparently, Ember's shouting was too effective, and the ice type started leaving. At first he was happy to have some peace and quiet, but then he had another idea [i][color=ff5050]Hmm... maybe having an underling would actually DOUBLE my chances of getting revenge... at the very least, she could help me make all new traps![/color][/i] and with that thought, Ember dashed off using quick attack to get in front of the amaura, and he explained [color=ff5050]"Wait! Wait... I've been too hasty. Perhaps you COULD help me, and perhaps I could help YOU with something, sometime in the future! Does that sound good to you!?"[/color] of course, even when he was just calmly talking to someone, it still sounded like he was shouting, somehow, even when Ember was out of breath, he still shouted, at full volume, whenever he needed to talk to someone. Too bad he wasn't a different pokemon, else he could have harnessed and weaponized that power into a 'hyper voice' attack, or something similar, but as it stands, Ember was just an 'ordinary' vulpix who was out of breath from that quick attack, and who had a knack for making traps. He didn't even care when he saw even more pokemon crowd the already crowded area around the guild, just so long as none of them touched his trap... except for ONE pokemon, anyways.

	Ember then heard a rumor from some pokemon that the four swords were approaching Medburn... wait... approaching? Wasn't the blue one supposed to be in the guild, right now? Where did he go wrong in his calculations? Surely that was their daily routine, as observed by Ember over the course of five days. That, of course, meant that his trap was going to be USELESS! All it was going to catch now, was some random pokemon, or worse, himself... again. Ember was stunned by this information, and he just stood there, almost unaware of what the amaura might have said in the meantime. It could have been worse, he could have used the electric trap, again, and at least as a fire type, it would be easy for him to get out of a vine trap, but this was supposed to be the one. This was supposed to finally be his time to shine, and that horse just HAD to change up his routine on the day that he finally put his plans into action.