Trevor Smithee
Medburn Guild
Everyone came, and then left as soon as the vulpix ran away, well, everyone but Trevor's teammates, who suggested they take this time to practice their moves again. "Yeah... heh, give them a pleasant surprise for once, right?" Trevor commented as he waddled slowly back to the trick room to try to practice. His wing was still really bugging him, though, and it kind of bugged Trevor that he couldn't fly, at the moment, as well. Once he was back in the room, the first thing he tried was a leech life on a nearby object, probably just a chair, or something, and he ended up pulling his wing, again, somehow. "OW! Dang wing, stop hurting, I'm trying to make my teammates not worry about me, dang it," Trevor said, grumbling, before he tried supersonic, again, and, as far as he could tell, he pulled it off very well... and then he tried screech, which went pretty much the same way... in fact, the moves were so similar in execution, Trevor accidentally used supersonic, again, and despite his failure, he decided to just move on to tackle. That was a huge mistake, as he slammed his already injured wing against a wall, producing a sharp pain in it, and a sickening crack for anyone else in the room. Trevor just barely managed to not faint from the pain, and that's when he found out he couldn't move his wing, at all... that's... probably not a good sign of health.
Ember
Medburn Town Plaza
The phanpy, whose name Ember didn't take the time to remember, caught up with him, and started berating him for not staying near her, and Eira, his underling, caught up pretty quickly, and answered yes to Ember's... poorly worded question, prompting him to follow her for once in his life, which ensured that he didn't use quick attack to just speed out in front of anyone. I was so close... the horse was right there, and yet, I couldn't attack it because it was in the guild... I can't believe my horrible luck, and knowing my luck, he's already on his way to the air continent, or something. Ember thought as he just followed behind his underling, and, oddly enough, he found himself asking her "So, what are your parents like?" which he followed up with "My parent's aren't all that great... first, there's my mom, who constantly watches over what I do, and she's the one who always grounds me... and then there's my dad, some umbreon who seems to think this whole trap-making thing is just a phase... heheh... usually, if I talk to Dad, first, he'll get Mom to not ground me, so I kind of like him, better," Ember rambled on about his parents for a while, but he still seemed to actually listen to what Eira said along the way, which was odd, considering the fact that up until then, he only really cared about himself.