[h2][color=darkturquoise]Devon the Totodile[/color][/h2][b][Folio Town - Town Square][/b]

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The Totodile inspected his friends drained body laying out in the middle of the street and nodded. [color=darkturquoise]"I'm sure. You just take a break, let your brain recharge. I'm fine to walk."[/color] 

Lilisette's further concern for his well being after her comment about the strange Feraligatr caused Devon to put his tiny arms behind his head and let out a drawn out breath. [color=darkturquoise]"I'm ok. It's [i]really[/i] hot here though, even at night. And I haven't really had anything to drink today besides a little bit of Rawst berry juice Rhys gave me."[/color] The croc's mouth than hung agape as he quietly panted. [color=darkturquoise]"...Plus I can't sweat. I can only let my mouth hang open like this. I'd be nice if this place has a pool."[/color]

[h2][color=MediumSlateBlue]Raiden the Feraligatr[/color][/h2][b][Folio Town - Residential District Alley][/b]

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The towering blue mon crouched down on one scarred knee in a darkened alley between a few closed down shops. His hand digging through the contents of the flapped messenger bag on the ground before him. A quiet [i]vworp[/i] noise behind him caused him to look over his shoulder as the Z-shaped Unown 'waved' at him with it's nubby protrusions. [color=Fuchsia]"$55555# #$@^*%! ^4& #&$*:'@*!@2 @&#!2872 @*$&@9_)( _)@(##*$*&! (@$)(#*%!) #$*@($ $$*@! (#@(*)(# *@*~!@!'"[/color]

A grunt escaped the Feraligatr as he turned back to his bag and closed his eyes. [color=MediumSlateBlue]"I knew it wouldn't be that simple..."[/color] After a moment, he opened his sharp orange eyes. [color=MediumSlateBlue]"Tell them, if they need me, just call alright?"[/color] 

The Symbol Pokémon did a few spins in the air before winking again. [color=Fuchsia]"@&13! #177 #& #$@^*%!"[/color] And with that, the black letter slipped back into the air to disappear in the same fashion that it had arrived. Another message ringing out to the rest of its kind shortly after. [color=Fuchsia]"#$@^*% @#%$ %^#* $% @*!@2 @#$ @(##*$*& 6##2 @#$, @^*$ #!** %^&!"[/color]

Now alone again, Raiden stood up and discarded his raggy brown cloak. Pulling it off of himself by the hood and letting it fall to the ground in a heap next to his bag. His form while hidden to others in streets, featured many horrifying scars that ran up and down his scales. Most notability a small, vertical scar on his round stomach that appeared to be left over from some sort of sharp puncture wound.

A little corked glass bottle was held in his right hand as he tilted his head upwards and opened his maw wide. A geyser of water blasting out of his throat high above the roof tops to peak, and then fall back to the tree below and drench the gator. Taking a moment to enjoy the coolness of the liquid with a contented sigh, Raiden reached back down and grabbed his cloak to dry himself off a bit. 

The cork of the bottle flew off with a small [i]POP![/i] The contents inside letting loose a very sour, pleasant smell into the air as the Big Jaw Pokémon dipped two claws into the bottle and began spreading the contents on himself. [color=MediumSlateBlue]"Zeke, little help putting this stuff on?"[/color]