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[Spruce]

I notice M following me to the room, and I look back at him, and say "Hey, great job back there, solving the problem with your words rather than by beating them to death," I then continue towards the room, already knowing that I was late for dinner, though, I was certianly hungry enough for it. There weren't too many pokemon walking down the hallway, and there was some sort of new team that I didn't have the time to greet right now, who were discussing something involving 'S-class' whatever that meant. I was too tired, both mentally and physically to deal with anyone else right now, so I just ignored the group, which included a member or two from 'team frontline' for whatever reason. I then make it back to my room, and simply collapse into my bed. Once asleep, I didn't have any kind of dream, though, maybe I was just too tired to actually think up a dream, or something, but, the bed has never felt more comfortable, even if I failed to make it, and was sleeping above the covers due to my tiredness and laziness. I never wanted to help out John the jolteon again, especially if he was going to continue to act how he did during this last mission that involved him. The weirdest thing, though, was the fact that I could smell the swamp, as in, that was the last thing I smelled before I went to sleep. Thankfully, no nightmares came from that smell, or anything.

[Anthony]

I nod to Josh, and notice Matt wake up, just to head right for bed. I, however, was much more hungry than I was sleepy, so I headed off to the mess hall, only to notice that nobody was there, and there were a few scraps here and there from a completed dinner. Dang, I missed dinner, again. I just wish I saved an apple or two from the dungeon, but, nope, I had to get rid of them because they looked dirty. I think as I, feeling left out, head right for my room. I end up stopping once I notice a group crowding the entrance to the mess hall. This group consisted of a drifloon, a ralts, and a nincada who didn't seem all to chatty. "Um, hello, new team. I'm Anthony, a member of Team Scarab, one of the, well, moderately famous teams in this guild. So, I've got some time, did you three want to talk to me about anything?" I say to the trio. The other pokemon, someone from that team of jerks 'team frontline', then just seems to walk away, saying something about not wanting to talk to a 'D-ranking scrub' such as myself before leaving. Since when did we have ranks? What's an S-rank even mean around here? Why wasn't I told any of this by Archie or Arnold? I think as I watch him leave. He didn't look too much stronger than I was, but apparently, he was among the best... to those who actually knew who they were. Honestly, though, I had to be a higher rank than D, I was on a mission to save the world for crying out loud.
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