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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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Oh my bad, I stopped reading after suggestions to actions cause I thought it was for someone else after that point, I'll edit real quick.
If you're in I'm in
Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin warily watched the Cacena do what seemed to be interpretive dance along with a lot of 'Cacena'ing. However after the Cacena in question waddled over with a happy expression Dawkin thought he understand what the little thing was wanting. Just to make sure Dawkin moved the pokeball he took out over the Cacena and waited for a moment, having received a nod of confirmation Dawkin activated the pokeball and raised it somewhat puzzled. "Well that's not quite what I expected but I suppose it works well enough. I guess we can get going again." Dawkin said to Amelia, he then returned Atlas to his pokeball and continued moving, idly thinking of names for Cacena and his uses in his team. They hadn't gotten far however, when a voice came out of seemingly nowhere. Dawkin raised his eyebrows skeptically as a rock colored poster fell to the ground, revealing what appeared to be a ninja boy behind it. How had he missed seeing that? Whatever. "Amelia do you want battle him or shall I?" Dawkin wouldn't mind the chance to get some experience for his Pokémon but would give Amelia a chance to take the battle herself, if he really needed to train there were plenty of opportunities to do so.






Col Ward



Col's grip on his weapon and shield tightened as they moved further and further. It didn't feel right. Those trees shouldn't look like that at this time of year should they? The air didn't smell right. Col felt clammy. They were in a forest, but he couldn't hear anything other than their own footsteps. Something was wrong. Merlin began kicking up a little bit as well, only reinforcing Col's feeling. When they came into view of what could only be described as a massacre Col froze as though the very life had been stolen from him. His eyes wandered over the scene in a detached sort of way, categorizing the horrors he saw. It was only through a supreme effort of will that Col didn't throw up on the spot. What? What was this? What the hell was this? How did this many people die here? Why had so many corpses been left here? Rolfe had praised Lance, the captain of the guard, as a man of indomitable will, terrifying physical prowess, and having a mind akin to a steel trap. Traits Col knew for himself to be true. Still he lay there, dead with his sword still in hand. Similarly lauded great men lay around the gory scene, men that Col had talked to, trained with, eaten with. Now they were strewn about like horribly realistic dolls someone had broken in a fit of rage. These thoughts pulsed through Col's mind at a staccato pace, striking a harsh contrast to his still immobile frame.

Bastian had apparently managed to gather his nerve and step forward, approaching one of the bodies and treating it. Col himself managed to take a few staggering steps forward as his mind feebly tried to see if anyone could still be living amongst the rent apart bodies. He had only just began to examine the bodies for such a thing when Bastian spoke up and ordered Col to help him. Though he might be struggling to process the scene before him, his body had no qualms responding to orders, and he quickly strode over the man Bastian was next to. His experience with the armor in question aided him in quickly removing it from the wounded man, while he attempted to avoid causing any additional harm, Col considered time to be the limiting factor and moved with haste. Hopefully Bastian would be able to do something to help the poor man.

Sorry about making you retcon Joshua but but I'm interested in what the Cacena has to say :P
Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin paused at the curious look the Cacena gave him. It should either be trying to fight back or run away upon seeing him, and more importantly Atlas. However it hadn't done either of those things, instead looking at him and offering that strange smile. "Hold on Atlas." Dawkin said, putting his hand out for a moment, garnering him a questioning look from Atlas and likely Amelia as well. "You want me to catch you? Or something else?" Dawkin asked the short Pokémon, gesturing with an empty Pokeball and his free hand respectively. If he was wrong... Well he could simply catch it anyway.






Titania





Titania went after Isolode, although since she knew she couldn't match the mounted women so she instead went a little bit slower and checked for any side passages and the like the rogue might have slipped away through. She didn't find anything right away, however her more cautious approach led to her finding a small pouch on the ground, even in the darkness, partially because she sensed some sort of very familiar magic. Titania picked up the pouch and looked inside, what she saw made her gasp. Reina must have managed to get rid of the Fire Emblem without her kidnapper noticing. She would tell Marwood when she had the chance, for now she decided it would be best to pocket the Fire Emblem and keep moving after Isolode.
Sofia Stien - The Hideout


Sofia was happy that the meeting finally ended and she was able to go home again. Feeling slightly drained from doing nothing but listening to people she didn't care about talk about things she didn't care about, Sofia intended to head directly back to the warehouse and did just that. The text to indicate they should go there didn't change her plans at all, simply informed her that they would probably have to start getting ready for another job. Hopefully it wasn't as bad as the last one... Surely nothing that had to do would be that bad. Sofia found herself musing over what their mission could be as she walked back to the hideout.

Here I guess, again
Dawkin Trustram



Well it seemed finding a Cacena was going to be the easy part. Dawkin felt a moment of hesitation at catching a Pokémon that could be found so effortlessly. He wanted to stand out after all, could he do that with Pokémon like this? Hm. No matter, if he changed his mind he could simply acquire another Pokémon that filled this role at a later date. Dawkin made a note of the smell that was apparently used to lure prey to the Cacena as he scanned it and released Atlas. Atlas was his most powerful Pokémon and not weak to the grass type moves Cacena would likely know, so he would be good to wear it out. "Atlas, use Headbutt on the Cacena." Judging from the impact of the headbutt, Dawkin would either tell Atlas to switch to tackle or continue headbutting until Cacena was looking sufficiently weak so as to catch with a Pokeball.






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