“...this is all tabloid bullcrud - get this: Ghosts: Fancy Flancy Fact or Fabricated Fascinated Fiction? Of course there’s no ghost - there’s no definitive proof toward what they do and what they are and how they act…” Breen pulls his comic-book down, facing back toward the bank teller. A Duskull. Unamused by the irony of the situation.

“Riiiight. Well, that still doesn’t explain much in the way that folks have been acting around here - moreover up at the guild; if I could blame the weird stuff happening around here on ghosts, I would! For instance…” The Swampert rips out a few pieces of comic-book paper and crudely shapes them into a diorama, playing around with them whilst explaining his story. “Guildmaster missing. Typical. Breen takes over. Not typical. Good comedy. Breen radar detects weird wibbly-wobbliness while he sets up his A-Team. Wibbly-wobbliness turns out to be Guildmater magically reappearing. Everything’s fine. Charlie’s not fine. Charlie demotes Breen from temporary regional Guildmaster to assistant to the assistant to regional Guildmaster - you following me, Skullzy?”

A blank stare from the Duskull. An equally resounding face of irritation from the line forming behind Breen. “Right. Point made. I’d like to make a withdrawal…” He gave a toothy grin, flashing his holographic-card fake ID.

He sauntered his way back toward the guild, idly reading through his comic books with surprisingly decent coordination through the crowded streets of Treasure Town - narrowly avoiding wheel-barrow carts full of berries and outlaws being carted by with Magnetons. With his accuracy toward the guild just barely perfect - bumping into someone on the way, knocking over their Perfect Apple onto Breen’s lap. “Oh! Whoops, gotta make sure you watch where you - oh! Guildmaster Wigglytuff!” He stands at attention, Perfect Apple perfected positioned precisely by his pit.

Wigglytuff tilts his head, looking around for his apple. “Huh? What? Huh? Who? What? Huh?” He stares at the apple, before presently promptly plucking from his partner’s pit. “Oh! Thank you kind malevolent stranger for holding onto my precious Perfect Apple!” He waves around to the right of Breen.

“Uh.” He glances over. “Right here, dude.” Another half-hearted wave before he goes off on his way. Shaking off the interaction and a slight adjustment of his 3-D specs, he heads back up toward the guild. “Uh, Breen Torrents? Assistant to the assistant Guildmaster?” No response. “Breen Torrents. Janitor? Oh, c’mon, just let me in!” He knocks on the door - the entrance creaking open without a lock. “Huh. When’d we ditch security? Is this place a ghost-town?”
After heading down the ladder - everything at least appears okay - given the fact it’s late, folks are just still heading in and out of the mess hall, closing up kiosks. The Swampert slowly starts making his way toward his fashionable hideaway in the closet - before being stopped by Charlie. “SQUAWK! Ferris! For once, you’re just the person I want to see! I need you! Not for trouble! SQUAWK! It’s… it’s… the guildmaster! He’s just… not himself right now, come, come!” Without even a moment to react, he’s dragged across the guild floor by the Chatot, bursting into the Guildmaster’s office to… Guildmaster Wigglytuff, standing atop of the desk.

“What… but… that’s not… how…” Breen shakes his head, stepping up close to Wally, before joining him on the desk, picking up three apples… Breen and the guildmaster trading off juggling. “What seems to be the problem, Charlie? Diagnosis? Symptoms? I’m not a doctor, y’know…”

“Uuuugh, we’ve tried doctors but… they say he’s perfectly healthy! Even after that brief stint with the wild Pokemon… he shouldn’t be relatively prone to feral outbursts anytime soon but SQUAWK! Something’s just off about him… and he can’t be sick either! No symptoms! Why, he’s looking pinker than ever!”

“Yeah, I can see that... he’s practically glowing… almost as if he’s shining.” Breen drops his juggling act for a moment, sitting on the desk, before ripping through his satchel and pulling out a comic-book. “Shining… more like shiny... just like in issue thirty-five of the Capered Karp, Shiny Pokemon are near exact with different colorations and a Wigglytuff’s coloration is different - just slightly!” He adjusts his glasses, staring up at Wally closer. “Yup! Sparkles!”

“SQUAWK! Are you saying that Wally is SPARKLY and SHINY?”

“Oh, yes! Oh… no…”

The intercom for the guild blasted on. Breen is standing behind the desk, speaking into a makeshift-microphone, using Loudred as an amplifier by yelling into his ear. The intercom echoes throughout the guild:

“Hey guys! Breen Torrents here. I have an announcement! So! Good news and bad news - you guys are all at liberty to pick which comes first - but what the heck, let’s get the good news out of the way! You remember when the guildmaster was rescued and had that little episode of his - well, he’s relatively cured and y’all did save him! Yay! That was pretty good, right? Gold-stars for all of you! Oh-kay, but bad news, right… uhm... so that’s not Guildmaster Wigglytuff - well, he is A Guildmaster and he is A Wigglytuff, buuuut he’s not OUR Wigglytuff - the definitive article, if you will. So, what I’m trying to say is - we got a problem. Big problem. Major big problem - so uh, Gavin, Magma, Donovan… oh, right, there’s two of you - and Gren! Report to the Guildmaster’s office! Thus ends the bad news for the night!”

Silence. Another intercom echo. “Oh! And I’m taking over as guildmaster for the time being! Again!” Click.

Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when Nina said she was okay. Their attacks seemed to be working, but the creature also seemed to be charging up some sort of attack. She didn’t like that.

“Do you think we should fall back a bit, maybe?” Rebecca asked, striking up another Lucky Chant just in case.

[Nina]

Dexter ran up to the thing with another flame wheel, but that didn't seem to be enough to stop it from unleashing... something. My entire vision filled with completely random images, stitched together in the strangest, or least plausible way. I had to shield my eyes, but by the time I stopped that, I noticed that we... weren't in the lab, anymore... wherever we were, we were in a mostly white void, with the occasional pieces of random pictures making up the only decorations, here. "What happened? Where are we?" I asked, with the client responding "The mystery zone... I've only heard it being hypothesized, only ever seen renditions of it... this... you three probably don't know, but we've just proven all manner of theories true!" the client... kind of answered my question, but I had to ask "So... what kind of place IS this, anyways?" he then responded with "Oh, right, yes, this place is the home of that THING you said you encountered in Sunswept plains, as well as the theoretical, never proven, pure glitch pokemon... this place, if our theories are correct, doesn't follow any rules, least of all, whatever rules it set for itself only moments ago. That tile made up from a picture of a meowth, a sign, a berry, and some money might be solid now, but in the future, that could be a hole, leading... well... who knows where, right? I'd... say we should explore more, but this particular area seems safe, and it's getting really late. I think we should set up... some sort of sleeping arrangement, and continue this in the morning... or... when we're no longer tired, at the very least,"

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[Anthony]

"Right... hate to say this, but it's getting really late... maybe we should continue this conversation in the morning, and then I'll introduce you to Daniel and Devon, two... other party members, both of them are a little weird, heh," I say as I start to leave, taking my plate of food with me, and eating while I slithered my way back to my team's room. Once I was there, my meal was finished, and I was more than ready to just fall asleep for now. Wait... did we already know the location of one of the other orbs? Also... it may have something to do with Zane, the slave-driving jerk of the sea. It'll be nice to finally defeat him after what he's done, and how he's been trying to take Josh back to work more slave labor.

Kamina

Kamina suddenly shot awake, as if someone flipped a switch in his mind. "The new day has come, it's time to seize it!" He left his room to search for food 'A brand new day. I can only wonder what new adventures await.' The huge grin on his face looked out of place on a species known for it's rage.

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Tini
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"And lo did the mighty Tini forge his mighty empire of hugs with naught but his own two great arms of hugging. War vanished, hunger became a thing of the past. And the entire world knew peace everlasting!"
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Tini woke up with a yawn and a stretch "Ahhhhhhhhh" He got to his feet. "Yay, Tomorrow!"

It’s an early morning at the Wigglytuff Guild. The sun gently rises over the horizon, the cotton-candy and orange skies slowly moving into view as dawn approaches. All is calm. All is quiet. All is Loudred.

Wait.
Oh no.
The silence and gentility of the morning breaks with the uproar of the guild’s wake-up call. It comes without warning, unrelenting, metaphorical sound barriers breaking as guildmates are quickly awoken from their serenity and whisked away from peaceful dreams into the nightmarish existence of -

UP AND AT ‘EM! IT’S MORNING!

The vibrating soundwaves of the guild’s overpowering alarm clock echo through the building, enough to shake the guildmaster office room - shaking a cylindrical cone full of coffee, down into a spiral, pouring gently into the waiting mug held by the scrawny, 3-D spec wearing current guildmaster - Breen Torrents. “Thank you, Loudred.” Upstairs, Breen’s wide awake, dangling his feet over the guildmaster office desk, sitting atop it, raising his mug. “The perfect cup of coffee - hours of preparation, brewed carefully, and poured to perfection by vibrating soundwaves. Amazing.” He grins, taking a sip, and immediately spitting it out, tossing the mug behind him.

In front of him, the droplets of coffee drizzle down the invisible force that is (invisible to most Pokemon, but with Breen’s void 3-D Specs, he can see him just fine!) - Guildmaster Wally.
“Oh, right. Sorry, Wally.” From behind him, a lighter pink Wigglytuff perks their ears up. “Yeah?”

This is not Wally. Or rather, not our Wally. They’ll be named - Not Our Wally - or Lolly! You can tell because their fur tone is lighter, they’re gently sparkling (shiny Pokemon!), and they have green eyes. Oh yeah, and they’re a girl.

“No, not… you, Wally. This Wally. Invisible Wally. Who’s currently soaked in coffee, Wally. Coffee Wally, go sit in the corner for a hot sec, I need to talk to Wally. Not our Wally. That Wally…” He holds his head, shaking. “Oh, wolly…”

“So... Do you remember anything about… getting here in the first place? Like, this is great! This is wicked, wicked cool!” Breen walks around Lolly, holding a piece of equipment from earlier, beeping around the Wigglytuff. “I’ve seen some crazy stuff in my time at the guild, but this takes the cake…”

Lolly grabs Breen’s arm, quickly maneuvering around to grab the device out of his hands. “Where did you…” She manages to press and play around with it, before the inconsistent beeping comes out more clearly - the device blinking green. “In the short time I’ve been in… erm, your guild, I haven’t seen anything like this… it’s far more common where I’m from; why, it even runs on Perfect Pears!”

“Pears? Ugh, disgusting, in our universe, we… oh, that’s it, isn’t it! You’re not from around here.... Literally!” He snatches his device back, beeping back around the Wigglytuff. “Of course, of course! I got this device from my dad… he’s pretty keen into all that conspiracy alternate timeline other universe type stuff, but I never thought it was… real… you’re from a timeline and universe not connected to ours… one with… stuff like this! Beeping thing!”

Lolly speaks up, still lost in thought thinking about her Perfect Pears… “Oh! Yes, we have plenty of more stuff like that where I’m from… and they’re all relatively easy to make! Most of which I’m sure you can fashion from this very room!”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

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UP AND AT ‘EM! IT’S MORNING! REPORT TO OUTSIDE THE GUILDMASTER’S OFFICE FOR AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! PrrRRRRONTO!

As per Loudred’s loud and read announcement, every guild member convenes right outside the guildmaster’s office. Typically this is where rescue teams get debriefed for big missions and expeditions, or various other news regarding jobs and guild tasks for the day - in most cases, basic chores.
With the recent weird behavior of what the guild members believe to be THEIR guildmaster Wigglytuff, the guild has been acting up, with Charlie attempting to calm the bustling and uneasy crowd - constant murmurs of rumors, Pokemon talking back and forth regarding their jobs, their pay, any piece of gossip or uneasiness going on with the rest of the world. Bidoof quietly whispering to folks in the back, Swellow causing a ruckus, other Pokemon questioning why they’re even there - when the silence is suddenly broken by a loud, metallic melody -

DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNN. Beethoven. The guildmaster door opens. The Pokemon peer around as a figure makes its way out with a large guitar strapped around his body.
DUN DUN dun dunnnnnnnnn….

Breen smiles, tilting his head up from the guitar, flashing his 3-D specs at his awaiting audience, raising both arms. “Goooooooooood moooorning, Wigglytuff Guild! Are you ready to ROCK!”

The crowd is silent.

“Right! Okay! Cool! Probably too early for any of this, really… uh, now I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re here, what’s going on, who I am, how I’m doing, when I got here… questions, expositions, yadda yadda yadda…” He plays another riff on his guitar.

“As you may have already heard per my last announcement - the Wigglytuff to my right… Lolly walks out next to Breen with a wave, chomping on a perfect Pear. “Is not our Wigglytuff…” DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNN. “Where is Guildmaster Wally? Well…” Another guitar riff, and Breen leans against the open space next to him - leaning on the invisible Wally… “Right here! Duh! Get your eyes checked, folks… or get a pair of my glasses, whichever comes first…” DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNNN.

“Now, I’d love to stay and chat - but we gotta explain ourselves here - it’s not every day you see a Pokemon from another universe… dun dun dun dun… and an invisible Pokemon stuck in the other Pokemon’s universe… dun dun dun dun…” He smiles, standing back up, playing his electric guitar. “How did she get here? You may ask yourself… this is not my Guildmaster… where does he come from? How do we save Wally? What does this mean? Who is this Swampert?”

“Right! Introductions! He-ll-oo! I’m Breen. Breen Torrents. Swampert. Music enthusiast. Comic-book collector. Lover of dragons. The oncoming storm. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I’m your guildmaster while we figure out this whole Wigglytuff situation! And we can figure that out right now! I need an expedition team! Okay! Cool! Any questions?”

Everyone’s hands go up.

“As… ex-pected…” Dun, dun, dun, dunnnnnnn….

Celes had been awake for a while during the night in this cold weather… She didn’t want Spruce to end up having issues… She stayed close to him, before thinking a bit. Some pokemons could end up causing lot of issues to them while they sleep. She looked at the snow… before starting to work, aiming on making a couple of snow mounts around her and Spruce, using her ribbons to do this. She kept working for a while, making sure that they would be safe. She then went and stayed close to Spruce, hugging him with her ribbons after making sure that there was no more snow, making sure to keep him warm during the night…
The next morning she woke up before making sure that Spruce was ok. Sometimes she felt like it would have been more bearable for him probably if she was a flareon instead… but then she remembered how this form could help a lot here.

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Eralion woke up the next morning, yawning a bit and stretching his arms. He looked around at the group, smiling a bit, remembering yesterday. That was one dang criminal taken cared of at least. Now there was Bonnie’s father that the group would need to go and deal with. This… will probably not be that easy. But there was one thing that came to mind… if he was a dark type also now cause of his actions… then god knows how much pain he was going to end up with if Eralion could get a good hit on him. Especially if he kept his normal type also... but that was another thing.

[Josh]
With that discussion out of the way, they all went to bed. Josh was finally able to sleep in a comfortable bed instead of out in the cold, and on top of that, Kiera was safe. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. Ever since he left the reef, he'd been trying as hard as he could to stay as far away from it as possible. There was no doubt in his mind that going after this orb would lead to a confrontation with Zane. He'd certainly grown much stronger, but was he strong enough for this?

The next morning, Josh woke up with these thoughts still plaguing his mind. Not wanting the others to worry, he tried his best to keep a neutral expression on his face as he went down to get breakfast.

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[Dexter]
If it was up to him, Dexter would keep going. Unfortunately, his team wanted to stop for the night, and he didn't want to just go out there alone. "Fine. I'll stay up for a while. I don't want anything weird to show up and try to off us in our sleep." With that, he began keeping an eye on their surroundings, while the others slept. For the first few hours, nothing happened. Dexter was beginning to get a little tired at that point, though. He walked up to Rebecca, and shook her awake. "Hey. Mind keeping an eye on things for a little bit?" Once he was sure that Rebecca was awake, he went to sleep for the rest of the night.

Thankfully, nothing had happened up until the point that he woke up. Once everyone else was awake, he spoke up. "Alright, you've gotten your beauty sleep. Let's go. I want to get the fuck out of here."

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[Donovan]
Once the others decided to go to bed, Donovan did the same. Despite how energetic he was just a few minutes ago, he fell asleep almost instantly. By the time his team was called to the guildmaster's office, he was already fast asleep.

"UP AND AT ‘EM! IT’S MORNING! REPORT TO OUTSIDE THE GUILDMASTER’S OFFICE FOR AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! PrrRRRRONTO!"

The thundering voice woke Donovan from his slumber. So far, this was the only voice Donovan heard that was louder than him. After taking a moment to stretch a little, he was wide awake. "Are we gonna get to kick someone's ass today?" He asked his new teammates. Though this likely came as no surprise to them, he was very eager to get into a fight.

Donovan headed on down to the guildmaster's office, like the announcement told him to. Once there, he saw the same Swampert and Wigglytuff that they saw yesterday, but apparently that Wigglytuff wasn't the guildmaster. The real one was invisible, as most of the people in the crowd had figured out when the Swampert leaned on him. Donovan, however, hadn't quite figured it out. "Right where? I don't see him." He whispered to his teammates."

"...and then he just took it from me! I mean, oh my gosh! Can you believe the nerve of him?" Sally said. She glared at the Loudred.

"Uh-huh." I said. I rubbed my eyes. It was too early for this. Everyone stood outside the guildmaster's office for morning assembly, and I hadn't even had breakfast yet. I leaned over to Sally. "Who's actually in charge here?"

"Guildmaster Wally," she said. "And that's his assistant, Charlie." She pointed to a Chatot by the guildmaster's door, flapping his wings all huffed up trying to quiet everyone.

"Who's Breen, then?" I asked.

"Breen who?"

DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNN

The room went silent. Everyone looked around. And then, the guildmaster's door opened. Out strode Breen, 3-D specs sitting on his nose and a long, metal device hanging across his body by a strap around his shoulder.

DUN DUN dun dunnnnnnnnn....

He raised his arms. "Goooooooooood moooorning, Wigglytuff Guild! Are you ready to ROCK!"

Nobody said a word. Charlie looked as though Breen had just spat at Arceus himself.

"Right! Okay! Cool! Probably too early for any of this, really..." Breen said. He launched into an explanation. Guildmaster Wally was not Guildmaster Wally - Guildmaster Wally was invisible - someone was stuck in another universe - The Oncoming Storm was actually Breen Torrents - Breen had assumed control of this guild and now needed an expedition team.

Wait - what if that's why he called us to his office? I was too busy having a late dinner, and some of the others were already asleep, anyway. I just wanted to ignore it. What if he chose us because we were new and expendable?

"Right where?" Donovan whispered when Breen mentioned Guildmaster Wally was here. "I don't see him."

"I don't either," I said. I leaned over to see past a Chimecho blocking my view. "What's he leaning on?"

"Any questions?" Breen said. I raised my hand, as did everyone else in the room.

“Mystery Zone, huh?” Rebecca said, trying to take in all the sheer chaos around her. She wasn’t sure she really liked the idea of a place that followed any rules. Sure, she didn’t generally like rules, but maybe basic causality and some sort of fabric of reality were probably better rules than most. She wasn’t even sure how this area could be “safe” if it could change at any moment, which was why she was all too happy to take the second shift for the “night” watch while everyone else slept.

When Dexter woke up, Rebecca nodded slowly, munching on her second Chesto berry of the “day.”

“Yeah,” she drowsily agreed. “Let’s get the fuck out of here…” She drifted off. Something wasn’t right, here… Oh, right.

“Heck.” she corrected herself quietly. “Let’s get the heck out of here.”

[Nina]
I finally managed to wake up, only to notice that both Rebecca and Dexter still looked tired. The client seemed to be going on and on about how many possibilities this place had, and how amazing it would be to research the place, but with every description of it, he just made this place sound more and more like a place we had to leave... NOW. "Yeah, I agree, let's get out of here as soon as we can... sorry that I kind of fell asleep, earlier," I said to the other two members of my party, who seemed to agree that this place was no place for a normal pokemon, and thus, I tried to head forwards... only for my body to move to the left... great, so not only was this place messed up, and probably going to rearrange us into a giant, barely living smiley face, but we couldn't even MOVE correctly in it. This seemed to confuse the client, who tried their best to follow me, but... ended up going backwards, and thus, farther away from me. I passed by several completely random landmarks, including a piece of a hill mixed with a picture of an empoleon, and a 'lake' with some lava parts on it, and the temperature of the place, not to mention the texture of the ground under me seemed to change almost at complete random... worse, still, it wasn't too long before I encountered... something. It looked like another rectangular mess of randomly-colored squares, but it didn't QUITE look like the rectangular monster we knew and hated at this point. The creature then used some weird beam made out of more of those rectangles, hitting me with that, dealing some damage, and... making me feel weaker... and smaller. Wait, did that thing just make LOSE an evolution!? How was THAT even possible?

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[Spruce]

I eventually woke up to notice some drool on my leafy arm... that's odd, neither Celes nor I drooled in our sleep. I then looked up to see a crazed arcanine staring me down hungrily. I backed away, only for him to shout "HEY! Where are you going, Frank!? I need you for food! Times are desperate, and you look like food to me!" before I could answer back, the arcanine coated himself in flames, and charged towards me, at full speed. I tried to find some way to get out of this, but he was just too fast for me, and I took the hit... as much as the heat SHOULD have felt nice, a super-effective attack was still a super-effective attack, and that didn't feel good, at all. "What's the matter, Frank? Normally, you LIKE it when I run into you while I'm on fire, what's different about this time? Is your 'Flashy Flame' ability not working? OH WELL! THAT MAKES THIS EASIER!" the arcanine shouted in response to my reaction to his attack... I then thought for a moment... campfire, no, that won't do any good... a snowball would just be not very effective, even if it would cool him off, a bit... Celes is bound to do something on her own... I then checked my bag, finding a berry that seems to have gone bad. Thinking quickly, I decide to throw the rot that was once a berry at the arcanine, who caught it in his mouth, and just ate it like it wasn't a pile of poisonous fungus... and poisonous, that fungus was, as he immediately seemed to look around even more confused than he usually was, and even commented with "Frank, did you turn off the sun, again? How many times have I told you to stop doing that!?" seems like the grimy food blinded him... good, we could use that, especially if it's only temporary.

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[Anthony]

I woke up to the usual shout from Larry, only to end up in some weird speech about how this apparently wasn't 'our' guildmaster... what in the world? This Swampert seems like he's even crazier than Mark... other worlds much like ours, but very different? And what's he even leaning on? I thought as I made my way over to the cafeteria, where Josh was still talking to Kiera about something... I only just barely managed to overhear that Zane was somehow involved in all of this. "Wait... ZANE, as in, that guy who we've been hiding you from? HE knows where one of these orbs are?" I asked, either not hearing, or not remembering her saying that last night. Soon enough, Daniel and Devon seemed to join Josh in talking to her... properly introducing themselves in the process with Daniel starting off with "That sounds awful, oh, and uh... since a certain forgetful slug forgot to tell you, I'm Daniel... I... I'm just an ordinary murkrow... but uh, I've been helping these guys for a little while," and Devon continuing with "I have no idea who this is, but I can tell from reading your mind that this is bad news... oh, sorry for doing that without introducing myself. I'm Devon... apparently I supposedly 'met' Anthony and company around the same time as Daniel did, but I'm actually rather new to the group," with those introductions out of the way, I asked "Josh... do you think we're ready to take on Zane? I know he's scary, but we've gotten a lot stronger since the last time we saw him... maybe he, uh, didn't also get stronger? Let's at least hope he didn't do that,"

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[Bonnie]

I finally woke up with the thoughts of those mysterious, disappeared pokemon allowing me no rest, and I seemed to almost aimlessly bounce towards the bulletin board paying no mind to the morning announcements. Same old chant, same old swampert talking about parallel universes, something about half an a press, I wasn't paying attention. With how we defeated that gallade, it almost seemed like nothing could really stop us, that was, until I saw who was next up on the outlaw board... a strikingly familiar-looking conkeldurr that whose last known location was a familiar mansion. There was no way that my dad would still be there, right? And... even so, we... we won't just faint in one hit like last time, right? We're... stronger, now... we're better, now, and we've even all evolved, since then. It took me some time to gather up my courage to do so, but eventually, I took that job notice off of the outlaw board, and headed over to my team, even announcing with uncharacteristic confidence "Everyone... we're going back to that mansion!" before showing them the job notice. The reward was pretty nice, too, set at thousands of pokedollars, even after the guild takes most of it away, though, the difficulty was listed as a 'star', whatever that meant... it can't be too difficult, right? There's no way he's THAT strong, and even so, we're probably at least a match for him at this point.

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[Blaze]

The swampert from yesterday seemed to talk about how the guildmaster that returned to us wasn't the same one that left us, and he seemed to demonstrate this by showing off a pear, and then leaning on... nothing. I had MANY questions, so once I got a chance to say something, anything, I asked "Wait... WHAT!? So, that's not our guildmaster, and YOU'RE not our guildmaster, so... where IS the guildmaster, and who are you?" of course, looking back, it seemed like my question had some obvious answers, but even so, this whole situation was a complete puzzle, and one that was out of my league. A lopunny seemed to just skip past the speech, as if she thought she was more important than any of us, and she ran back to one of the rooms... what, was the announcement too unimportant for a superstar like... whoever she was? I then looked around as the guild seemed to shout and jeer at Breen for a moment, some of them apparently calling him out for having a table painted to perfectly blend into a wall just for him to lean on, and I almost agreed with them, at least, that was, until the 'table' seemed to move, probably causing Breen to fall over. The invisible thing then ran past a few guild members, and up to Gavin, who it seemed to try to talk to, first, and then it tried to lift him up... one way or another, SOMETHING weird was going on, and Breen might either know what, or might have something to do with it... considering what little we knew about him, it was likely both. The wigglytuff that was apparently not our guildmaster then span around on one foot like a dancer, something that, according to the surprised faces of everyone else at the guild, the guildmaster wouldn't normally do.

Kamina
Kamina began stretching a bit to work out the kinks that had formed in his sleep, when he noticed that there wasn't any sign of Spruce and Celes "...that's strange." Leaving the room, he started combing the guild for any trace of them...only to find nothing. Kamina's mind quickly came up with a solution "It can't be; they eloped!? You fools, you didn't have to go that far; no one would have got in your way!"

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Tini
Tini was busy testing out his new hands, curling and uncurling his tiny finger like claws, when Bonnie came over, fire in her eyes. Tini barely payed any attention to the job she had brought. Since to him; Bonnie's new confidence was much more important. He waddled over to her and pulled her into a hug "Ohhh, look at you all pumped up!"

When Celes finally woke up, she was greeted by a fight against that crazy arcanine that the group was trying to find…. And him going to going and trying to strike Spruce. She looked at the arcanine mad as she then uses her light chains and try to grab the legs of the arcanine and pull as hard as possible to make him fall and try to possibly use force to throw him onto the ground. “Leave him alone you big slobbering baboon!” she then yell out at the arcanine, visibly mad to have been taken up by a jerk like that. She was not letting go of the legs right now, that for sure. They had a job to bring him back… even If they needed to bring him back by force.

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Eralion listened to what Bonnie said about the mission and them going back to the mansion… wait… really? Going back to that accursed place again? He looked at Bonnie, hearing her confidence and seeing that it was the conkeldurr that we would need to go and deal with. He stayed calm as he then cracks his knuckles and his neck a bit. “If we are going back... then we should get ready and bring anything we will need for the fight. It might end up being though and there might be traps… so let us be careful here.” He then said calmly to the group. To beat the living hell of that jerk that works for Bonnie’s father… that will be gratifying enough of a reward.