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Iski nodded in response, then pondered over the turtle’s question and lowered his head a little, staring at the ball on his paws in the absent way he did whenever he fell in thought. He didn’t consider any of that yesterday, his mind buzzing instead with her words and the sign-ups that ran today. But considering what the turtle had just said, well, the Gardevoir’s demeanor could perhaps be the one of a lonely ‘mon. Being in a place you didn’t like without anyone to speak with freely, to consider their friend… That part, Iski realized, he could relate with. Now, lashing out at others wasn’t the correct way to befriend them. But maybe, just maybe, this was the only way she knew of expressing her loneliness? He knew once a ghost who wanted friends but their way of showing so was by pranking them in rather mean ways. ‘‘Yeah,’’ he finally said, turning his gaze back to the red turtle after a rather long, awkward pause. ‘’She may need a friend...’’ - The buzzing of wings alerted Dirk of the Ninjask’s return and he watched them hover closer to the Cradirig while sparing a glance at the struggling Rhydon –or perhaps at the shimmering protective barrier formed ahead of him. Both seemed to exchange some words, but Dirk couldn’t discern any of it; a disconcertingly familiar voice deftly tore his gaze away from the talking guildmates and swiftly –and just as alarmingly- placed it on the source. The grip on his badge tightened as he froze in place upon confirming his presence. Such was his luck that, instead of bringing a Guild Administrator or a Guildmaster at least, the Ninjask seemed to have notified the Mayor and now his approaching large and round figure added an extra weight to Dirk’s already crushingly heavy load of responsibilities. Trying to hide his dismay as best as the situation allowed, he took in a shaky breath and decidedly kept his sight and attention on the badge firmly held on his left hand while his right one pulled at his hood in an effort to block the Mayor from view. If he just couldn’t mess up before for the sake of the ‘mons around, now he couldn’t afford to slip the hold on the barrier shielding Tony for a single bit. Ms. Lilianth, of course, took the Mayor appearing with far more ease than he could even muster on his best day, thought there was some confusion -or maybe just nerves?- in her eyes and the first slow, hesitant steps she took. ‘‘Mayor, sir,’’ she trotted over and addressed the Lickilicky with a slight bow of her head and an even voice, ‘‘We’re currently keeping the situation in control, and await orders from the Guildmasters to proceed further.’’

Galbin + Quyn (Pretty long)

A loud groan from inside the booth was her reply –why was she inside the booth? –, followed by a ‘‘we’ve came here only for the food and party. Galb, I swear, if we have to go around knocking door after door...’’ They weren’t too thrilled by the idea either, but it seemed better than just wandering aimlessly. Plus thy both had a better chance to run into an inhabitant of this town who knew what was going on. ‘‘No, we don’t have to do that,’’ they slowly approached the stand once more. ‘‘Not you, at least’’ ‘‘Ugh... Fine, I guess,’’ Quyn conceded begrudgingly, leaving the stand before Galbin could even look at her doings inside. To their surprise, the Fomantis had jumped off with a few slices of cake under one scythe and now offered another one with the other one. ‘‘Anyway, here!’’ Horror slowly dawned up on them at her actions –and how nonplussed she seemed on the whole thing, like she’d done something completely innocuous. ‘‘Quyn, did you...’’ their voice came out as a small, shaky thing. ‘‘We... We could get in trouble for this...’’ ‘‘Relax! No one’s around to see us!’’ She gestured with the mostly free scythe at the street that, true enough, stood empty except for the two of them. ‘‘Besides, I’m sure we could’ve got these for free anyway, so it’s not like we’re stealing or anything’’ A part of them really wanted to argue with that logic, that it would be theft if the one handing them out wasn’t around. On the other hand the scent wafting from it was tempting and they’ve gone for a while without a meal –plus a hungry Numel loses energy faster than most other Pokémon and that was a mistake they wouldn’t make anymore. Sensing their hesitation, Quyn waved the bit of cake in front of them as if trying to get their attention while saying ‘‘So, are you letting it go to waste? That’s not really your style, Galb. I believed you to be the type to not let chances like this go away’’ Letting out a soft ‘urgh’, Galbin gave in and leaned to grab the slice from her and eat it in a single bite. They ignored the widening cheeky grin painted on the Fomanti’s face in favor of actually enjoying the offered cake. It was pretty spongy and recently made, probably, with a strong but not overpowering fruity taste that they could recognize yet not name. With a satisfied hum, Quyn picked a slice from under her busy scythe to herself and gave it a tentative bit. She then stared at it in wide-eyed wonder before directing it at them while raising the now bitten slice so it was at her eye level. ‘‘This is one really good snack!’’ she exclaimed after a hasty swallow. ‘‘We should take whoever cooked it with us. They’ll make a great third partner!’’ The way she said it made Galbin wonder if she was truly serious. Maybe not, but they felt the thought of it should be stopped before it was too late. ‘‘I don’t think they’ll like that,’’ they kept their stare on the many building stretching across the street, noting how well kept they all looked. ‘‘Anyone living in such a nice place wouldn’t abandon it to join two random homeless wanderers...’’ Not to mention we’d look like kidnappers, Galbin kept to themself, deciding it best to not voice that out, Taking away anyone we deem useful to satisfy our greed. Hey only reply was a snort and a muffled ‘‘Yeah, probably not the dream life for a town guy, huh?’’ as she chewed the mouthful of cake that she’d just shoved in her mouth. She let the issue drop at that and Galbin promptly followed her example. They continued strolling past empty booths and occasionally stopping in front of houses that stood weirdly devoid of Pokémon –they ran out of slices quickly so, finding her scythes free again, Quyn snatched an allegedly free map of the town and some candies from one of the booths, to Galbin’s dismay. Eventually though, a crowd of what they supposed were the inhabitants could be seen in the distance and their murmurs began filling the air as soon as the travelers slowly drew nearer. Relief flooded the Numel –they weren’t in a ghost town, after all– which promptly turned into a pang of unease that settled on their chest the moment they stepped into the bustling crowd. Quyn, on the other hand, seemed to brim with excitement by the quick glances she threw around and the bright grin plastered on her face. Among the shuffling and hushed voices of passing people, they heard four ‘mons on their left talk loudly and animatedly about a ‘rampage’ of sorts and a ‘trashed plaza’. Galbin waited to be at a safe distance from the group before they turned to ask her if she heard it too, only to find the space she stood in at their left empty. They blinked at it in puzzlement, stilling for a few seconds before alarm bells began ringing on their head. ‘‘Quyn?’’They called loudly enough to be heard close by but not so much as to earn the many stares of the crowd. ‘‘Quyn?!’’ Something must have caught her attention enough for her to run off without notice, something not dangerous, hopefully. Otherwise she would’ve warned them about it –or so they liked to think; the truth is that she’s quite the unpredictable ´mon and a troublemaker to boot. They turned back to where the group stood in case that was what distracted her. But no, the four Pokémon continued chatting on just as loudly and lively without a Fomantis nearby to interrupt them with rapid-fire questions. - Quyn stared in a mix of unbridled awe and a pint of curiosity at the booth across from her. It was noticeably larger than its neighbor ones and adorned in such a distracting, brightly colorful way that made her eyes shine –it also said something about sign-ups, but for what she didn’t know. She tore her gaze from it regardless, directing it then to the several Pokémon –mostly kids, she noted with a confused hum– that had formed a queue to its counter, where a Smeargle with a blue stain on their ‘hat’ attended the first in line and her interest increased tenfold. Maybe he’s around here? She wondered. This does look like its sort of thing, whatever it is. Seeing no use in wondering any further, she approached the Pokémon closest to her in the line and, putting on her most friendly smile, greeted them with a raised scythe and a chirpy ‘‘heyo!’’ before dropping it and, in a lower inquisitive voice, added ‘‘any idea of what this sign-up thing is for?’’
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