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I'm going to make another post (edit: after Al posts), but how's that CS coming @Mae?
Aedre Charbonnet
— Mesalon Pokecenter —
“Yeah,” Aedre agreed, her voice soft. Amber was right that she should look past her loss and focus on the benefits of the situation, but an ugly feeling weighed down on her all the same. Still, she kept up a vague smile as she followed Amber and her Pokemon back to the Pokemon Center, healing her Pokemon and releasing Little when she’d done so.
“Hey, Little. You feeling better?”
In response, Little fluttered onto her shoulder, chirping and ruffling his feathers.
Aedre smiled, then turned around when there came a crashing sound. It seemed Larimar had simply knocked over a trash can, but a statement from Amber informed her that it was more than that.
“Congratulations! That’s one more useful move in your arsenal,” Aedre said, grinning. It was a bit easier to be positive now that their battle was physically and mentally behind them, and she chose to focus on that. The momentary distraction of her thoughts, however, prevented her from noticing the growing puddle until Amber had slipped in it.
“Oh! Are you alright?” she asked, eyes wide as she looked to the source of the orange liquid. Amber was quicker on the uptake, recognizing the scene to be a training session as Aedre herself pondered how much work would go into cleaning the mess up. Orange juice was sticky, pulpy, and utterly… messy.
“Of course! It’d be a privilege to watch a Scyther as skilled as yours,” she said, smiling when she heard Amber's suggestion. “And, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take some notes while watching too! Blades are blades, and notes could be helpful for when I’m training Dee, my Honedge.”
@luckyblackcat @Zanavy
Eryn Montero
Route 2: Outer Infested Woods || Late Afternoon
Just as Eryn was about to head deeper into the woods, she was interrupted by none other than Laurinda, the warden she’d met the day before. Stiffening, she straightened, a little nervous as she glanced at the Delphox leaning against a tree. Had the fire-type told on her? Laurinda’s speech seemed to suggest that she either didn’t know, didn’t think it was a big deal, or didn’t care. Any of the three were fine with Eryn, though if Laurinda already knew, Eryn’s question options would be expanded to include the ghostly portion of the woods, where her sixth sense, if that was it, was telling her to stay away from.
When Laurinda brought up her double, Eryn listened intently, trying to glean some sort of insight into where her double had come from. At face value, it seemed that Laurinda wasn’t perturbed by the double’s existence, which was slightly reassuring. While Eryn had considered the possibility of non-human foul play, Laurinda’s lack of worry supported her most reason conclusion: that her double was, in fact, just a trainer bearing an uncanny resemblance to her.
Still, she had a few questions for Laurinda, starting with a carefully worded one to figure out whether her Chandelure had told.
“Oh, did Chandelure tell you?” she asked, smiling sheepishly. “Guess I shouldn't have gone that deep after all. But, do you know where my double’s from? And whether she has a name?”
She frowned, looking down at Kylie, who’d situated herself comfortably in Eryn’s arms, lying on her back and looking at Laurinda’s Delphox with interest. The whole mystery around her double was jarring, since she didn’t personally feel comfortable having a doppelganger run around. As much as Eryn was fine with having rivals, winning or losing to someone with her face, or seeing her double succeed… She couldn’t say she wanted that.
“My double… is she human? And did she really exist before I stepped foot in these woods? And what does she want?”
Eryn set her jaw, not liking the way her questions came off. Still, she needed answers, considering that it was her lookalike that was running amok, and if Laurinda couldn’t provide the answers, she wasn’t sure who could.
Then, after the warden answered, Eryn thanked the warden, her Delphox, and her Chandelure again, the last of which she asked the warden to pass her thanks to. By the nature of Laurinda’s job, Eryn could assume that she wouldn’t be meeting her anywhere else except the Infested Woods, and she couldn’t guarantee she’d be back, seeing as her double was running the other way. So, with what she believed to be a final goodbye until after her journey, Eryn left the woods and made for Pureplain, where she planned on stopping by the Pokemon Center before confronting her double in Kalmia’s lab.
@PlatinumSkink
Ferris Talese
@Pezz570@HokumPocus
Dispatching another two men took little effort, considering their apparent lack of abilities. For Ferris, a bounty hunter who commonly dealt with magic-wielders, normal people were more of a chore to fight, especially when it came to groups of two or three. The closest in comparison would be fighting other Odos Agausion users, whose abilities Ferris was intimately familiar with. While it wasn’t comforting that so many like-skilled individuals had been driven mad, it was always interesting to see how far they’d strained their skills. However, considering the lack of enhanced strength, speed, and healing involved in the current fight, Ferris was a bit underwhelmed, and he instead chose to keep an eye on his future teammates.
When the fight was over, Ferris removed his scarf, taking a whiff of the air. Pine was the strongest smell, followed by some sour undertones, but otherwise there were no abnormal scents. Then, replacing the mask, he moved with the group to an abandoned building, as suggested by a man who Ferris placed as the innkeeper. There, they were out of the prying eyes of the cult, but Ferris was not yet safe from—
Ducking out of the way yet again as the familiar, Sil, flew too close to his face for comfort, Ferris glanced at Chres to check for any indication as to whether the ordeal was almost over. When the familiar was finally satisfied, she flashed Ferris a disarmingly innocent smile.
“‘Silly’, huh,” he echoed as she flew back to Chres and landed atop his hair like some misplaced bird. “That’s a first.”
Ferris wasn’t fond of familiars, but from the description provided he knew that he’d have to deal with a few of them, so he’d prepared himself mentally. That is, he was prepared to ignore them for the most part, but it seemed like the more intelligent familiars wouldn’t stand to be ignored, and Ferris took note of this.
Chres’ introduction was unnecessary, and when Chres himself pointed that out, Ferris nodded. That Chres knew that meant Ferris wasn’t the first person to join their group under such circumstances, and Ferris was willing to bet that that included Chres himself.
“Yeah. Name’s Ferris, and I suppose you know who sent me here,” he said, pulling his scarf off. “I’m a bounty hunter by trade, and I’m an Augaisionist.”
He paused to let that sink in, glancing between the faces of his groupmates, then everyone else present. Usually, he didn’t like giving away details, but it only seemed fair that he’d let his future teammates know, especially considering that he knew their magic types already. As for how they would react, well, he’d deal with that as it came. Besides the most obvious downfalls, he was a capable fighter, and anyone spurning him purely based on the threat he might pose years down the line and past their current goals was, to put it mildly, losing out on a valuable ally.
“I was told what to expect—the Distortion, the cult, the Seed of Insight. The goal is to kill the Seed of Insight by removing its hearts, cutting its stem, and salting its stump, and in the meantime we protect ourselves from the Insight using crystal jade candles.”
He stopped, waiting for his new teammates to respond. Given the mysterious natures of his informant, Ferris was inclined to believe the entire story only because the man had found him, thus unveiling himself to be a powerful being or sorceror. Such a powerful being, therefore, had no reason to seek out Ferris except for his skills, since he had no reason to lie. His goal was also a noble one, in a way, so Ferris was inclined to believe in his good intentions, but a little caution never hurt. Getting input from strangers wasn’t completely reassuring, but it was better than trusting an individual who’d approached him out of nowhere.
Done
@Metronome Ohh gotcha. Somehow got the idea that these three characters were the only members of the company, but alright, that works.
Also, for 'appearance,' would you prefer a picture or description?
Also, for 'appearance,' would you prefer a picture or description?
So, assuming I'm playing Believer, @IAmKnight is playing Skeptic, and @Finris is playing Agnostic, whose character wants to be responsible for the company's breakthrough case?
Pebble Meyers
Pebs awoke to darkness, which didn’t bother her until she heard a voice—an unknown voice—in the room. Snapping up, she looked around frantically, making out a very faint outline on one side of the room. Whoever or whatever it was, they were blocking some sort of faint light, and Pebs didn’t like this situation one bit. Her mind dug out her parents’ warnings: Cities are dangerous and full of crime. Going meant she could be robbed or kidnapped if not murdered, and kidnapped was exactly the situation that fit her here and now, unsure of how she got here and with only murky memories of the day before. And, unfortunately, whoever was blocking the light was not making a good case for themselves, going on about ‘getting him’ and ‘freaking him out.’
Blinking, Pebs realized that it’d be strange for a kidnapper to say he was ‘freaked out,’ but what did she know? She’d never been kidnapped. But, say she wasn’t kidnapped. Maybe she’d hit her head and this was just a dark room in a hospital or something of that sort. Weren’t there conditions that made people sensitive to light? Had she been diagnosed with one of those?
“H-hello? Is someone there?” Her voice was shaky as she felt at her head, almost afraid of what she’d find. But, thankfully, she seemed to be fine. The surface against her back was a wall, as far as she could feel, and the hard ‘pillow’ she thought she’d felt turned out to be her backpack. Some more blind pats revealed that she was, in fact, sitting on the floor, which aligned more with a kidnapping situation.
At this point, her heart was in her throat, and she curled her legs to her chest, reaching for her trusty army knife and thanking her lucky stars when her fingers wrapped around it. Now armed, she felt braver and more prepared to ask questions.
“W-where am I? Who are you?”
@Vertigo@Alamantus
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