Two twigs, tied together with a bit of thread from a scarf with a glass from a Wonder Orb slabbed in the middle of a leaf held with the bondage of a chewed up blue gummi. This is Breen’s latest invention. “...so, what this thing is - it’s sorta like a radar, helps me figure out where void cataclysms are coming from, if they’re coming from, and what they’re doing. Don’t ask me how it works, it just does. I dropped here for some reason, and I’m willing to bet Wally’s disappearance has something to do with that…”
With his contraption in hand, the Swampert meanders about the guild floor, picking up pockets of sand and tossing it back onto the floor, his remote glowing as he looks around, tossing papers around as he barges through crowds - the beeping and glowing growing stronger as he gets closer, up until he slams himself into the Guildmaster’s Room’s door. “...right. Cool.” He wavers his device around the door, the thing glowing and beeping uncontrollably. Knock, knock, knock. “Solid reinforced wood with bits of steel, can’t exactly punch my way in… but whatever’s inside has got to at least be half the reason for the guildmaster’s disappearance and descent into madness and who the hell am I talking to?”.
He shifts and spins around, to his audience of: no one. Well, save for the trash-can. He spins back, working around the door, holding himself against it, using a bit of twig to attempt to lock-pick into the room. Muttering under his breath, he snaps the twig. “Ack, dammit, no luck… I’d probably need a key to get in here… but who carries a key around this building aside from the guildmaster… Well, guildmaster and -”
The trash can behind him tumbles over, crashing and bumbling - food scraps and newspapers spilling over to reveal it’s humbled contents: “Charlie! Hey-hey! Just the bird I wanted to see - well, assuming I’m not in trouble…” He rushes over, picking up the Chatot brushing him off of dust and trash. “How’s my favorite assistant to the guildmaster doing? Well - second favorite, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”
“SQUAWK! Mutiny! Full forced feathered mutiny! To the highest degree! Thrown in the trash by my own guildmates, I’m the one in charge, they ought to respect me!” He flutters up and down, thrashing, before realizing Breen’s staring down at him, blinking. “Uh-heh. Uh. Phewf, my apologies… and who might you be?”
“You don’t… recognize…” Breen tilts his glasses down for a moment, looking back at his device, blinking green. He waves a hand in front of Charlie, back to his face. “Oh, crud, this might be worse than I thought… void catacylstics is one thing, but time and memory loss… ooh, maybe it’s just a relapse and memory jog from a hit to the head?” He knocks on Charlie’s noggin. “Nope, can’t be... uh. Right! Yeah! Hi! I’m uhm... Hm, can’t run the risk of having him remember me… not while the last time I saw him he…” He blinks, cutting himself off, holding out one paw to shake, the other, reaching into his satchel and pulling out a notepad. “He-ell-o! Ferris! Ferris Booker, at your service!” He taps the notepad - shining with a holographic trading card with his name scratched on. “As you can see, I’ll be taking over guildmaster for the time being, and I’m afraid I wasn’t given a key. You can totally get me in, right?”
Charlie leans forward, staring at the holographic piece taped to Breen’s notepad, before squawking up. “Seems legit! Thank Arceus you’re here, the place has been a madhouse.” - He manages to step aside Breen, shining the key past him and opening the door, leading the Swampert in. Breen takes a quick look around - the place being immaculate, save for behind the desk.
While Charlie goes on about basic maintenance and Breen’s new orderly assigned position as Treasure Town Wigglytuff Guildmaster blah blah blah, he looks around the room, flipping through books, running his device up and down various things - before leading himself toward the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a platinum badge, orb, and what looks like a keypad, and while Charlie occupies himself more with basic paperwork for Breen to fill out - Breen sends an SOS Message.
“Oughta do the trick - sent with a… hundred acre radius - any participating guild-member or member of the expedition society should receive it, assuming they’re logged on… just new recruits should get it… if I’m lucky, it should just barely reach out to Birchwood Forest… hopefully… at least one Pokemon can get it... well, one Pokemon and the Guildmaster...“
-message: sent: guildmaster’s office
hello! If you’re guildmaster wally, don’t read this! Skip down. treasure town guild: get here as soon as possible, run if you have to, teleport, whatever - get here, knock on the guildmaster’s door four times, and whatever you do, don’t blink
for guildmaster wally: hello! don’t get hurt and remember this for future reference: i told you so
Love,
the temporary new guildmaster xoxo
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