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Nolan
@Zarkun@Sanguine Rose

"Are you telling me that we may be walking straight into a trap?" growled Nolan through the comms. Of course, it was on him for only asking now, but this was also pertinent information. If they were walking straight into a trap, then he wanted to know way that it was a possibility. God's above if the Astarin by some absolute miracle didn't kill the guardsmen then he would do it himself. "If you think there is anything strange at all, say something. I'll give the mapmakers something to complain about if need be."

Nolan then shifted focus. Through Ria's earpiece, she heard Nolan. "Hey Ria, you heard that right? How are you holding up?" It was only normal to check up on how his coworker was managing the situation. She had been maintaining the barrier for an awfully long time. He needed to know how she was doing, especially if they were to move forward into a possible death trap.



Zenith
@Squirrel98

It was soft, but he was certain that he heard the homeless girl say something with her raspy breath. Zenith maintained his kind, gentle smile. "You're welcome." There was not much else that he could say to her and sometimes that's all anyone could do. His gaze shifted towards Karma who approached them and kindly informed Zen that the guild master was already dealing with another new recruit. Two in one day that must've been a record. Oh, yeah, he completely forgot that candy boy was there too. Make that three though it could've been more. He hadn't stopped cooking since he arrived.

"I'll be in the kitchen then. Give me a holler if anyone needs me. Oh, and a pleasure to meet you both. Glad to see some friendlier faces." With a friendly wave goodbye, Zenith rushed off back to the kitchen. He surveyed the leftover prepped ingredients in their plastic containers. "Now what do I feed a girl that hasn't had proper meal in a while..."

A rich dish would obviously be tasty, but it would probably make her stomach do loops. Not to mention that she's more than likely deficient in certain vitamins and minerals. What she needed was a meal that was flavorful, but rich in nutrients and light as to not upset her stomach. Zenith rubbed his chin in thought before he snapped his fingers with a self-satisfied grin. "Yeah, that'll work." With that, Zen was back at chopping vegetables, chicken, and kneading dough.
I'm working on my dude. Kinda realizing how 'Deus Vult' he kinda is lol.
Zenith

@Squirrel98@Zarkun

Meat was sizzling, pots bubbling and steaming, and the sound vegetables being stirred in a hot pan. A bead of sweat was trailing down his head, down to the tip of his nose, and then dripped down onto the stove. The chef grabbed an old piece of cloth and rubbed his face against it, taking a deep breath before he focused back onto the cooking. His eyes darted around to various timers that were strewn in some methodical madness, his hands keeping steadily keeping ahead of the ticking. Soon he was plating various dishes; slabs of meat with mashed potatoes and seasonal vegetables, various pastas, hot sandwiches with fries, and it just didn't end. That was the life a chef in a mage guild and for that matter, the sole chef for that matter. Also, the lone server. Budget restraints and what not.
 
The kitchen door slammed against the wall by a lone foot and out came the Zenith with his greasy, food covered apron, hair net, sweaty t-shirt, and black slacks. "Order up!" He came out balancing trays of food on the very tip of his fingers, rushing to table to table handing out orders the same way an overworked restaurant worker would during a lunch rush. It would've been so much easier if he took over some octopus monster and used its extra arms to help carry these trays, but alas he was stuck with his two very human arms as he served guests and guild mage alike. At the very least, he could see that people enjoyed his food so that was a reward in it of itself. Well, that and the money was good too. It was hard, but it was worth it if he could offer solid support for Akemi.

Money or not, this was exhausting. Zenith slumped over the bar counter chugging down a liter of water from a bottle. "God, at the very least Jenna could hire some more servers..." He muttered to himself. His eyes trailed along the guild hall, people watching out of sheer boredom. However, his focus shifted towards someone walking through the entrance to the guild. A very raggedy woman, someone that looked like the living definition of being down on her luck though he didn't recognize her. It was not like he knew everyone in town though. After all, he had only arrived with Akemi not too long ago, but he definitely would've remembered seeing a homeless pink haired woman around these parts.

Zenith walked over to her and flashed her his typical friendly outgoing smile. "That would be our guild master Jenna. She's probably available." His eyes scanned her while they conversed. Damn, this girl must've been really slumming it. The heck happened to her?

"Are you o-?" Before he could ask, the doors swung open and more pink, much louder pink, barged on in. Also, why did the air suddenly taste very sweet?

He just stared at the man that smelled like cotton candy as if he had worms, or in his case, gummy worms crawling out of his ears though he shook his head to zone back in. Zenith tilted his head back and shouted, "Hey Jenna! We've got a couple more recruits! I'm gonna get a meal started for one of them!"



@PlatinumSkink




Basil held up the drawing pad and examined the drawing and did his best to extrapolate meaning from the drawing. Well, even with vague shapes he could gather enough information from the drawing. "So, you are the Gothitelle's kid." He said before he placed it back down for the little psychic type to ask, well, draw her own question to him.

And she did. Basil looked down at the drawing and even though it was crude he could figure out that those trees and the buildings most likely represented where they were currently. She was asking where they were. "We're currently in Stillwood Village. Believe me, as soon as I saw those guys looking for you, I hightailed out of Lakewatch. If you're worried about them, they probably won't be able to track us for a good bit." However, he didn't doubt that if they were really eager that then they were bound to cross paths eventually.

With a deep breath Basil asked, "Alright, I need to know what I am dealing with so I can help us both. Who exactly are those people?"
@CitrusArms

With a relenting sigh, the figure out of old man slowly began to twist and turn with a black mist. In its place stood a bipedal with black and grey with a long mane of red hair punctuated by black spikes and held back in ponytail by a jade orb.



Entry #571. Zoroark the Illusion Fox Pokemon. Each has the ability to fool a large group of people simultaneously. They protect their lair with illusory scenery. Stories say those who tried to catch Zoroark were trapped in an illusion and punished.


However, there were so many patches of silvery fur where darker fur once grew. It looked weary, much more withered than the example shown in the Pokedex. Stella was right, this Pokemon has been here long, much longer than its natural life span could ever allow it. Marie looked at Stella with tired, old eyes.

With a decrepit, eerily human-like voice the Zoroark said, "Aria wasn't alone in that forest. In the heart of the forest, there was a man, but to call him a 'man' feels disingenuous. There was something... unnatural about him. It was like staring at the abyss and it didn't just stare back. He kept speaking of concepts that I couldn't understand and yet, my master seemed to have gleamed some meaning." The elderly Zoroark slowly walked into the room; her claws made a light clicking noise against the wood floors.

"He broke her and took her away from us, but you already knew that." She stopped when she was just in front of Stella, looking down at her and the egg on her lap.

"'Time is a tree.' Those were her last words and every day they echo in my head. They're a reminder of how I failed to protect her," she explained bitterly. "I couldn't repeat my failure. I've protected her husband until the day he died and her daughter until her descendants abandoned their homestead and their history and dare to turn this once great home into a community center. Now I live here, protecting my home such as it is and that..."

She pointed a clawed finger at the egg that Stella held on to her lap. "Before Aria died, she begged Ms. Osman to protect the egg. As much as he hated Aria for what had happened to his wife, he honored her dying wish." She chuckled dryly "It has been over a hundred years and yet that egg still remains the day it arrived here. It almost feels like a bad joke."

Her old frame settled on to the floor, exhaling deeply. "I am tired, dear child, and very afraid. Tell me, if someone replaces every floorboard, every coat of paint, every cupboard, every nail, is it still my home? Are all the memories and the history still there or wiped away like a clean slate? Do I keep on protecting it?" She looked to Stella with pleading eyes as if this girl she barely knew had the answers. Or maybe she just wanted to be heard after being alone for so long.



@Zarkun

When Jason's eyes fell upon the pot, the man with the greasy apron said gruffly, "10,000. If you want in, you gotta put 1200 in. Wouldn't recommend it kid. The missus wanted something to compete with the curry shop next door who had his own challenge first." He shrugged, tapping a notepad with a pen glistening with sweat and meat juices.

The greasy, greasy looking man looked at Jason with an unscrupulous expression before he cleared his throat. He shouted over his shoulders, "Babe, put all other orders on hold! We got another junker on our hands!" There were murmurs from other people in the burger joint, some interested in what was happening and some complaining that their orders were going to take longer because some blue haired dude wanted to kill his gut.

Jason was told to sit down and wait, and it certainly took a while, which was understandable. It was going to be quite the spectacle, but nothing could've prepared Jason. From behind the kitchen out came a tray that held a four-pound burger that was too large to be called a burger patty. It was more like a slab of ground meat piled with the typical toppings of lettuce, tomato, and onion followed by a pile of bacon and four massive eggs held between two massive pillowy buns, all on top of a pile of fries meant to be shared between three people. Oh and a big glass of water.

"Here you go!" The thing that could only be legally called food was placed in front of him by a... a Nurse Joy? Except she looked like fry cook. The Chansey bounded next to her while a crowd began to form around him waiting to see if he could eat all of that food.

Well, there was only one thing left to do.

With the luckiest god damn roll of his life, Jason could feel a surge of energy in himself as he tackled the challenge with somehow the eagerness of a man starving on a deserted island.

Now, how does Jason demolish this burger?



@Lunarlord34

And off she went! Steph was having quite a bit of trouble keeping up with the prepubescent girl with a heart condition for it turned out that when heading into trouble, children possessed other worldly speed. That and the head start Amelia had been also a contributing factor. Whatever the case, Steph ran after her though quickly Amelia disappeared into the fog of the forest though that definitely would not have deterred Steph. In fact, she was very likely to keep running and running without paying much attention to her surroundings.

There was a loud CRACK beneath her foot and the ground suddenly gave way. She dropped down a hole and landed on her butt on the earthen floor with large bits of foliage that had acted as camouflage above until she broke it. If she looked up, she would see the one's responsible for her current predicament. It was these brown bipedal creatures with beige masks and singular leaves sprouting from their heads.


#Entry 274. Nuzleaf, the Wily Pokemon. It lives deep in forests. With the leaf on its head, it makes a flute whose song makes listeners uneasy.


They snickered mischievously at Steph because there was no way the average person was going to be able to climb out of the hole that they dug. However, they truly did not understand what exactly they brought upon themselves. Would Steph like to prove them wrong?



@Joshua Tamashii

With only a prayer Amelia threw two Pokeballs to hopefully catch the two ghost types and high tail it out of there. However, with a cast of a die the universe seemed to have very different plans for the little medium. The Spinaraks were not entirely unaware that Amelia was present. When Amelia threw those Pokeballs, they were shot out of the air by glowing purple needles shot out by the Spinarkas, except for the ghost-type one.

However, their focus was no longer on the Pumpkaboo, but on her with their big soulless looking eyes. There was no getting out of a battle.

How does Amelia want to play this out?

For in game information, there are four Spinaraks, including the Evigian one.



@samreaper

Ramos arched a curious brow at Tristan's remark. "Bullying? This is a battle. If you think your Pokemon can't handle it, then you shouldn't send them in."

His eyes fell back down to the fire chicken that just fired small bits of flame towards his Grovyle while maintaining its distance. The gardener furrowed his brow and with a stern voice said, "Detect and then close the distance with a Leaf Blade!" Once again the Grovyle's eyes glowed with a dim light blue and dashed in the direction of the embers before Ace could shoot in that direction as if it could predict it before it even happened.

Green glowing scythes of energy grew from its wrists as it ran towards the Torchic though before it could swing down to bring heavy damage to him, Ace would use Quick Attack as burst of speed to maintain distance. There was something that Tristan maybe didn't notice before. There was a thin light bit of white energy surrounding Ace, his speed was increased incrementally. Speed Boost was activated.

"Grovyle! Use your own Quick Attack!" With a burst of its own speed, the Grovyle dashed towards the Torchic. The Grovyle was still faster, perhaps it couldn't be out sped but did Tristan need to?

What does Tristan do?



@Sanguine Rose

The receptionist looked at her with mild concern, but she shook it off. "Well, you've come to the right place then. We do have a lab on the upper floors where scientists research the garden and its Pokemon. You could probably make some inquiries and who knows, maybe they'll feel like helping you. We also do have Aria's personal library, which is open to the public, but if you wish to read her letters and journals you will need permission. We have a nice young man helping us until the end of the preparation for the upcoming festivities." One would think she would have taken a breath between any of those sentences, but no, she said it in all one breath.

"Funny kid though. He seems so ill ease. Wonder why?" The receptionist mused to herself though she realized that she was accidentally gossiping with a guest. "Oh, uh, never mind that last bit. We have maps on the reception counter. I'd recommend it since this place is pretty large. If you have any questions I will be back at my desk." True to her word, she went back to her desk waiting patiently for anyone that would ever need assistance.

Faye would feel uneasy herself. It was not like she was being watched and certainly wasn't haunted. It was strange, but it was as if something was bubbling to the surface. What it was, was uncertain.

Well, what does she do?
Together we ride intensifies

You have my attention.
Oh christ Lunar is here. (I kid, he is actually fun)
I'm here as long as there is enough activity.
Is there a plan for a post any time soon?
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