Pokemon: Storms on the Desert [PG 13]

Fiona sighed fixing the bow around the feathers on her head. She was still after five long years finding it hard to believe that she was indeed an assassin. "I'll make you proud mom" she whispered into the empty room.

Five years ago her mother had died protecting her from some of the bad Pokemon in the mountains thus causing her to leave her home to get away from the memories. A few months after she left she ran into a group of assassins who took her in as their apprentice and now she's here in Hranc awaiting orders on her first solo job.

"Fiona there's someone here to see you in the Main Room" a voice said causing her to turn around and smile at seeing her friend Amon.

"Thanks Amon, I'll go down now" she said to her friend leaving the room and quietly heading to the main room. When she entered she saw the group sitting down and walked over to Gramon "You requested to see me sir" she said politely with a small bow.
 
Gramon Derricks​

"Greetings, Fiona." Gramon replied, inclining his head.

He motioned to an empty seat.

"Please, sit down." he offered, reaching into a pouch on his belt.

He produced a slightly crumpled piece of paper, folded into a small square. Gramon gently unfolded the paper. It was covered in small and neat writing. Although the writing did appear to be rushed, making the size and shape of each letter inconsistent. Gramon skimmed the paper, summarizing it aloud as he did.

"One of our local sentries just outside the city reported this to us." he began. "This person, Brisis, young Swellow, you might have heard of him, gathered all the intelligence that is here. We gathered information that tells us that here, in Hranc, is a shopkeeper that is in possession of illegal materials ans the selling and distributing of them. This person, whom we expect to be a Kadabra by the name of Regdar Quinn, is said to hide out in some sort of underground base outside the city. We need you to do one, possibly two things. Number one is to find out the nature of his trade. We suspect simply narcotics, but there are some who say illegal weapons are his trade, others yet say he is in the slave trade. No matter what, we have a lot of evidence that suggests that he is somehow involved in at least one of these things. If you find that he is indeed involved in this trade, you need to eliminate him. This won't be easy though, for he is said to have many highly-trained mercenaries." Gramon ended.

"Here." he said, handing the paper to Fiona. "You may review it in full detail."

He continued, "As of tomorrow, we will begin our investigation. My team and I will attempt to capture and interrogate some of his lackeys. You are going after the big game. Try to find out the exact whereabouts of Regdar's base. I will put both Mika and Thom in your control." he ended, two Cacnea approaching Fiona.

"I shall see you tomorrow then." Gramon said, him and his remaining team taking their leave.

Skor Reinchan​

A homely Miltank (non-controllable NPC) walked to an area of town where a retrieval specialist was known to hang around often. The Miltank was shrouded in dirty light gray robes.

The Miltank couldn't see the person, so he called out:

"Hello? I am looking for an Ellis Burton." is what he said.
 
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The Miltank hears a rustling sound from a corner of the square. A pile of junk collapses as a Tyrogue pops out of it. "Who what?" He quickly dusts himself off as he approaches her. "Hi hello sorry. Just looking through some of the stuff that was left lyin' around when you arrived and called my name. I'm Ellis, how can I help ya ma'am?" He offers his hand, wiping dust off it first.
 
Pokemon Species: Growlithe

Name: Cazor de Viaggiatore

Age: 22

Appearance: Sandals, but for paws. A small pouch strapped around his body.

Occupation: Sort of like an olden day taxi. He takes passengers, basically anyone that asks him, anywhere they want for a certain amount of money. He also gets paid by inns occasionally to take customers to and from the inn. He uses a small cheap caraven that he manually pulls around to carry passengers.

Personality: Cazor is generally a calm person that keeps himself to himself and can be quite friendly to both people he knows and strangers alike. He tends to be more open when with people he knows than strangers. He can easily get suspicious around things and can sometimes get quite protective. He doesn't really like people who he doesn't think he can trust and it may take a while for people he doesn't know. He's generally quite patient and fair and believes in equality.

History: Born as the third in a litter of seven to two proud Arcanine parents, Cazor was born and raised in a small village in the grasslands of Zene and has two brothers and four sisters. his father was the local blacksmith and his mother was a part time ceramic seller, selling bowls and vases etc. His parents brought him up to believe whatever he wanted and to be confident in the world. However unfortunately Cazor lost his trust in the world quite a lot after his father was conned out of most of the money when Cazor was about 14. It was at this point that their parents urged their children to attempt to get jobs to help support the little income gained by their mother's small ceramics stall. Cazor tried several things including trying to help his father start up his business again, but found that he didn't have the talent for it. He tried selling things, then made it as a travelling shop, but that failed after he couldn't get any regular stock. He enjoyed the travelling and after giving someone a lift as a favor he decided to make a job out of it. Now he is travelling everywhere either looking for passengers or waiting until one asks, he is in Hranc at the moment doing this before moving to the next place.
 
Fiona looked at the paper Gramon had handed to her. Skimming it over again she turned to Thom and Mika. "Alright first things first Thom I want you to follow Regdar Quinn; find out where he's going, who he's with, and what he's doing then report back to me tomorrow morning as soon as the sun comes up. Mika, you and I are going to start figuring out where this underground base is. We'll be looking for ways in and possible weak points for attack, but our main objective is to find out where the base is located outside the city." she said a sense of order she hadn't known she possessed heard in her voice as she spoke to the two. "Thom you go ahead and leave now. Mika you rest up for a bit and then meet me at the south entrance to the city we're in for a long night."
 
Ynfiniti8, you're excepted. By the way, if you're still here Cooker, I suppose you are also accepted, I shall just assume that the fire breathing part is invalid. Ynfiniti8, for your occupation I'm just going to put "Transporter" as there is not a word in my vocabulary that better fits what you are trying to say. As, to my knowledge, there is no one word that describes exactly what you are trying to get at. If you know something, tell me.

(OOC: Out-of-character discussion thread here: https://www.pokecommunity.com/posts/6456345

"Right away, ma'am." Thom replied, beginning to walk out of the building.

"As you wish." Mika said to Fiona, also walking off, opposite direction of Thom.

Skor Reinchan​

"Um..... sir." the Miltank replied, the words coming as hesitantly as the time it took for him to shake the hand of the Tyrouge.

"Skor. Skor Reinchan." he continued after a pause. "You are the local retrieval specialist correct?"

It took a few moments for the docile Miltank to realize that he was still shaking Ellis' hand. He abruptly let go. Skor had always lived a sheltered and clean life, so conversing with the trash-digging Tyrouge was very uneasy for him.

Skor had another pause, he was searching for the words, and even though under most circumstances he could quickly do so, standing in this difficult situation made his brain work slower than normal. He just hoped that Ellis wouldn't become annoyed by his hesitance. He feared even more that he would take it offensively.

"Um, I, uh, need you to find an item for me." he said at length. "You see, I just traveled into town yesterday, and just today, I realized that a prized family heirloom wasn't with me. I do remember hitting a bump on the road, though." he said, handing Ellis a marked map.

"It was right about where the red circle is." Skor said. "Please, if you bring it back, even a fragment of it, and you shall be handsomely rewarded." he pleaded.

Now the Miltank waited for the Tyrouge's response.

Charline Karikon​

Charline Karikon, the Shrouded Swalot herself (non-controllable NPC) slid down the road, as is the Swalot's substitution for walking, down to the southern end of town, already away from her tavern. She was very fine amongst the common denizen of Hranc. She wore a finely woven hat, and various forms of jewelry.

She stopped and entered the building to her left, the post office. Inside was rather humble, most of the money the place ever earned was used on things such as cabinets, drawers, and other such things. It wasn't the place where decoration was a prime factor.

At the front desk sat Machoke. It was rather normal for a Machoke, if not a bit smaller than normal. And without the species stereotypical outbursts of rage. He looked up from his work in order to gaze upon a semi-familiar face.

"Ah, Charline." he began, his voice rather calm for his type. "What may I do for you today?"

Charline smiled, she knew Aaron Delcar well. "Just another message to the suppliers in Durrin." she said. "I'm in need of more cooking supplies." she explained.

"I'll see if we have anyone free." Aaron said, looking through a book. "No it appears, wait." he cut himself off. "It appears an Ari Dimadova is without work today. I shall get her immediately. You just stay here." he said, rising from his chair, going off in search of the Riolu.

(OOC: Cooker and Ynfiniti8, you guys' stories will probably start tomorrow. But if you want to make your own right now than that's fine by me.)
 
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Ellis lowers his cap to cover his eyes, embarrassed at his faux pas. "Sir, sorry. And yeah, I'm the guy who finds stuff." He waits patiently as Skor looks for the right words. He adjusts his hat and glances at the trash pile, looking back to get the map. "Sure, no problem. I've been to this patch of sand before, so I know what to look for. Heh, that rhymes..."

Taking the map, he heads to a box on the other side of the square, still talking. "I'll need some time to pack up and plan the trip, as well as talk to some people and let them know what's going on, but I'll be headin' out soon, by noon at the latest. Just leave me the address where I can find ya when I get back and you'll have your trinket back in no time."
 
Ari sighed and adjusted the satchel across her shoulder. It wasn't even noon yet and she'd already run two deliveries out into the desert and back. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she walked past the merchants and street vendors to the post office, busy as usual.

"Oh, Ari!" Cried a Magmar, smiling. "Welcome back! Did everything go smoothly?"

Ari nodded curtly and sat the delivery papers on the desk, flipping through her file for a new assignment.

"We're actually all done with assignments today. If a new one pops up, you'll be first to know." The Magmar smiled.

"Thanks." The reply was short and emotionless. Ari put her file away, sighing. Without work, there was nothing to do. She looked up as a Machoke entered the room.

"Hi, Aaron." She said quietly. Aaron was one of the few pokemon she spoke to regularly. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for a reply.
 
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Aaron Delcar​

"It appears as if Miss Karikon, owner of the Shrouded Swalot, is in need of more cooking supplies. She is out waiting in the front. With her is a request to her suppliers in Durrin, a little ways northeast of here. I'm pretty sure you've been there before. If you'll please come with me we can start immediately." Aaron replied, motioning towards the still ajar door he had come in from.

Skor Reinchan​

"Yes, of course." Skor said, a little displeased that his treasure would have to wait even longer to be returned, giving it more time to be casually picked up by a passerby. But since he was also still somewhat fearful of Ellis, he hid his displeasure.

He took out a pad of paper he had concealed under his robes. It was a large stack, with many of the pages already written on. The writing was small and neat, the kind you would see from one who has been properly educated in writing. One would be hard pressed to attempt to read what the sheets said in the short amount of time that the writing was in sight, but it was evident that it was full of numbers and organized into lines. Much like a list, or directions. Skor took a piece and wrote something on it.

When he handed it to Ellis, it was directions to his house. It wasn't a luxury house by any means, but it was cozy to Skor and his family at the least. It was decent in size as well.
 
After a bit Fiona made her way back down to the main room to wait for Mika. We'll start south of Hranc and make our way around the town going east. The base is most likely close to the edge of the town. Possibly going under it so that they can tap into the towns power supply she thought over what she had been thinking off and had reached this conclusion. Now all we have to do is find it
 
Surina Terquez​

Two figures are walking down the main road. The are completely cloaked so what species they were is unknown. The stopped to talk to nobody. They walked fast. In a slight murmur, the two spoke to one another. The intent listener would find out they were both female.

"So, is the package secure?" the one on the left inquires.

"Of course, do you doubt my abilities?" the other said scornfully.

"No, no. But you do know that this operation must go off without a hitch." the one on the replied.

"If I didn't know that I wouldn't be transporting the package so cautiously."

"Of course, of course. And you know where our means of transport is?" the left one asked.

"Why must you pester me with your questions? I know where I'm going." the right one said, still annoyed.

"Well excuse me if I'm actually concerned about our success. But, if you don't mind my asking, why don't we use the postal service?"

"Heh. You still want to risk that? No. Remember what happened in Tuk? Nosy imbeciles decided to take a peek at the thing, this guy's supposed to be more trustworthy. Better be, with us going along for the ride." the right one said. Nobody could see it, but she was smiling under her veil, no doubt fingering her favorite weapon: a smoke bomb full of concentrated Sleep Powder.

The two came to a stop near a place where a transporting Growlithe was said to be hanging around. The one on the right hailed the Growlithe, she couldn't see it but she suspected it to be in the area.
 
Ari nodded to Aaron, "Right. I'll just get my supplies." She hurried around the room, stuffing a couple different items into her satchel before returning. Walking out first, she glanced over her shoulder to see if Aaron was following.
 
Cazor de Viaggiatore was relaxing by bathing in the sun. The sun's rays were good for a fire type like him. He lay just next to his small caravan, he wasn't moving around the city looking for passengers, too hot for that. No, today Cazor just wanted to relax in the nice warm sun and barely move. He didn't want any customers, but if someone asked him, he would take them to their destination. After all it was his job, plus he needed the money. Speaking of customers, he heard someone calling out to see if there was a transporting Growlithe anywhere. Cazor sighed inwardly, well first customer of the day. He got up and strapped the caravan onto his back using the straps attached. The caravan wasn't that hard to pull, plus he had been pulling it for eight years.

Cazor turned a corner and saw two cloaked figures. He couldn't tell what species or gender they were, but he wasn't going to ask. It was none of his business who his customers were or what business they were on. The figures noticed him turn the corner. "So I assume you two are the ones calling for me" Cazor said, waiting for a reply.
 
Surina Terquez​

"Indeed." the right one begins, "Surina Terquez, my sister, Arya Terquez." she saws, nodding to the one on the left.

"We request transport to Termon, southeast of here. Can you get us there, and for how much?" Surina said to Cazor.

Aaron Delcar​

Aaron followed Ari out. Charline still stood at the front desk, her face lightening up as he entered.

"Charline." Aaron greeted her. "Ari Dimadova." he said, gesturing to her.

"Greetings, Ari Dimadova, Charline Karikon." Charline greeted the mail carrier.

She began to hand a sealed envelope to Ari.

"To my suppliers in Durrin. They'll be the large brown building near the west gate. Tell them its from me." she said when her arm was fully extended.
 
Well, I guess now you don't have any spots left, 'cause maybe I wanna join. Or reserve for now.
Oh, and can we have generation five Pokemon?
 
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Well you don't have a history nor a personality, so obviously I can not accept you with that.

But yes, gen 5 Pokemon are allowed.
 
Name: Althalos Fizen

Species: Cyndaquil

Age 18

Appearance: His fire is black rather than red and he wears a fire proof cloak.

Occupation: Assassin

Personality: some what naïve. Caring but is easily angered. He will take any job he can find if the price is right, as long as it doesn't involve someone he cares about.

History: Althalos had been traveling for days. He had an extremely important assassination contract in Hranc that involved a weapon and slave trafficker who was trying to get illegally manufactured weapons across the boarder into Jezera. The pokemon was to be gone in a few days, so Althalos had move fast.
… Two days later…
Althalos sat in a tavern and enjoyed a tall glass of water. The assassination hadn't been as easy as he was told and there was a small amount of civilian collateral, but the job had been done. He took out his sword and saw that it needed repair (the target had unusually thick armor). He took it to the nearby black smith and decided to go shopping while his blade was repaired.
 
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