[center][h3][color=662d91]Trevor Smithee[/color][/h3][/center]
[center]Medburn Guild[/center]
[center][@Evanist], [@AbysmalDemon][/center]

	From what Trevor overheard, some more of the pokemon were made aware of his, and a couple others' weirdness, even in his best efforts to hide said weirdness. Trevor nodded when the togepi acknowledged that she wasn't the only weird one there, and he added [color=662d91]"M-maybe we should head inside... I mean... this the guild everyone's talking about, r-right?"[/color] as he fluttered into the building, possibly accidentally leaving the egg pokemon behind. The inside seemed... oddly refreshing, despite the presence of a certain pink pokemon that explained that the ralts was a 'special case' for... some reason that Trevor wasn't there to hear, unfortunately. [i][color=662d91]Wait... if I remember correctly... the ralts, like me, didn't know his moves, and thought that this place could help him... maybe they can help me, too![/color][/i] Trevor thought as he landed next to the small psychic type. He then realized that he never actually introduced himself to, well, anyone, so Trevor tried his hand at that, saying [color=662d91]"So... um... looks like I m-might be seeing more of you, since we're here for the same r-reason... uh... my name's Trevor, and I'm, er..."[/color] Trevor then checked to make sure the other pokemon were out of earshot, unaware of the fact that the ralts gave away where he was from, earlier, and he added [color=662d91] "I'm from out of town, somewhere,"[/color] obviously, this part was false, and Trevor was a HORRIBLE liar, to boot, but after his probably botched introduction, he held out his right wing, as if it were a hand, only just realizing that this world might not even recognize what a handshake IS.

	As he stood there, in that weird guild place, he wondered about the pink pokemon, and he was a little worried about them being a fairy type until he remembered that chansey and clefairy shared that color scheme, but were normal types, instead... for all Trevor knew, no pokemon changed their type after generation three... and it might be best that he doesn't figure out what actually happened, at least, for now. Trevor, despite his pokemon knowledge, and despite reading that book, had absolutely NO idea that he was about to literally shake hands with the very thing he fears. Why he fears fairies? Well, that's a long, and stupid story for another day.

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

	Ember, despite his lack of an inside voice, or any social skills, somehow managed to get her to join him, and he was more than happy to finally have an underling. His new underling asked what she would be helping with, and Ember said [color=ff5050]"Traps, of course! Marvelous, wondrous traps! Traps... and revenge! Eh, but, helping with the second part is optional on the first day,"[/color] Ember barked that out in his usual loud, somewhat annoying voice, and then he saw a tropius get himself caught in Ember's trap... only to disarm it almost immediately afterwards. [color=ff5050][i]NO! My last possible glimmer of hope! That oaf! Now I'll have to make an entirely NEW trap for that blasted horse![/i][/color] Ember thought as the tropius wondered who might have made that kind of trap. Ember wasn't about to give anything away, and instead instructed Eira [color=ff5050]"Well, that plan was a bust. Follow me! Back to my workshop, if you still wish to help!"[/color] and with that, he took off to some back alleyway that he stored a few makeshift tools in, whether she was going to follow him or not. Of course, once he got there, it was only right that he should wait for his new teammate, er, underling, right? So, he waited, thinking of the new possibilities... an ice-based pit trap where there's just a thin sheet of ice that collapses under any sort of weight, and some dirt to cover the ice up, or perhaps a more simple, and brutal falling rock trap, which would involve a net, some boulders, and a pressure plate that either shot fire at the net, or just cut it.

	Ember's little mind was racing at those thoughts, and he really wanted to try them out, so he started planning out the steps he'd need to take in order to make these traps, one step involved him learning 'dig', so it would be easier for him to make holes, not caring whether or not he could actually LEARN the move, just caring that it would help him in his new plans if he could learn it. He was so lost in thought that he almost forgot whether or not Eira even showed up, and probably even accidentally ignored her if she did.