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 Posted: Dec 29 2016, 08:12 PM
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Eryn Norwood, Level 9


Pokemon Spawn
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Regenerator and Reckless
Feint and Vital Throw

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Liquid Ooze and Gluttony
Mud-Slap and Acid Armor

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Volt Absorb and Water Absorb
Mist and Whirlpool

Ubiq Spawn
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Insomnia and Super Luck
Confuse Ray and Screech

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Super Luck and Prankster
Psycho Shift and Drill Peck

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Insomnia and Prankster
Perish Song and Feather Dance

Eryn's Level Bracket: 1-35

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They found them in the abandoned parts of the city, where rattata fought street children for scraps of food and the lights flickered, disused and old and on the verge of going out.

The slums.

Or not truly the slums, not like in the other cities. Perhaps more the old districts, the winding districts, the ones that build and break and lose and rebuild.

Eryn walked the narrowing streets with hands by their sides and Azar on their shoulder. Danya was slinking in their shadow, quiet and contemplative, while Cumulus was sticking to their side like a burr, in his preferred guise of a human - dark-haired, dark-eyed, tanned skin.

He looked like he could be their brother, and Eryn pushed the feeling in their chest away.

Something scuttled on the roofs - they looked up, felt Azar's tightening on their shoulder more than they felt her attention shift. There was a trio of murkrow perched on the rusting edge of a roof, keen eyes staring down into the alley they were in with more than a little bit of intent.

Eryn nodded to them before Azar could retaliate, didn't smile when the murkrow in the center tipped a wing to its hat. Nimbus caught up on the roofs from where he'd been scrambling, and waved from his position with them.

They waved back.

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"Missus North!"

They turned; a girl ran up to them, one murkrow on a shoulder like Azar was on theirs, a second in her hair and the third gliding along-side. She had tanned skin, lanky, couldn't be more than eighteen years old, and Eryn opened their arms to receive her hug in a familiar movement.

She crashed into their ribs and they let themself voice it, had to grumble beneath her laughter that rose in volume the more they complained.

"Missus North, you came back!"

"Of course I did." Eryn smiled and let it reach their voice; Azar huffed in their ear and they could feel her tilting her head and pressing her burning crown-feathers against their skin, but couldn't quite bring themself to care enough to make her stop. "You asked for help, did you not?"

"We did," the girl answered, and switched to Carsen for her next words, "and it got worse."

Eryn allowed the switch and followed it. "How so?" They untangled her arms from around their ribs, shifted it so that they were holding onto her shoulders instead. Cumulus made to move from the shadow he'd confined himself to, but didn't follow through with the motion.

"The- the bodies-" She frowned and borrowed a word from Casilla, "the muertos walk and they don't stop. Alex called me in to try and stop them," she waved her hand toward her small murkrow flock, "but it- it doesn't work."

Nimbus made a sound from above.

"So you called me," Eryn said, and flicked the hand that wasn't being held onto with a death-grip towards Cumulus's direction. He nodded and detached himself, though with an expression on his face as if he were sucking on a lemon.

The girl beneath their arm gave them a bright grin, full of crooked teeth. "I did. Who's the stranger?"

"No one important." A lie, but a necessary truth, and perhaps not a lie at all. "Lead the way?"

.

"What's your name today?"

The girl didn't blink but smiled instead, this time without teeth but with no less of an edge to it. (Street children in Cypwater Point - if they weren't edged and bladed, they wouldn't survive.)

"Adelinde," she said.

Eryn frowned and formed the word in their mouth, tasted it and its familiar-not-familiar pronounciation.

"A-del-inde," they repeated, and then hummed. Of course. "That has a Sendreich flavor to it."

"One of the newest kids is Sendreich," Adelinde replied. Then she made a face, as one of her murkrow squawked and fell out of the sky.

Eryn caught it, noted the scarred foot that was missing a talon, and said drily, "It's nice to see you again as well, Sharpclaw."

The murkrow squawked again, this time at them, then ruffled his feathers. They complied with the unspoken request and handed it over to Adelinde, who took him with far less careful hands.

"Sharpclaw! Why're you here? I thought- Oh, Dieu, no."

Eryn shifted their weight and flexed their fingers, testing the holstering system for their throwing knives. "What's the problem?"

"I left Sharpclaw with the crew before I left to get you, but if he's back, then they needed to leave. We've been attacked." Adelinde slipped out from beneath their arm in a movement that made her look boneless and stood, plaid braided with murkrow feathers flipping over her shoulder. "We need to hurry."

"Alright. Azar, take Nimbus, follow us. Danya, meet up with Cumulus again, move with him."

Adelinde watched as their pokemon moved, Azar shifting to the gauntlet on their arm so that they could throw her into the air before she went, and when they were gone she raised a single eyebrow.

They flipped a throwing knife into their hand, and twisted it between their fingers one-handed. She shrugged, taking the point, and led the way onwards deeper into the narrowing streets.

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It was common knowledge, that the children who ran the streets of Cypwater Point weren't exactly fainting flowers. But even still Adelinde kept a tight hand on a dagger, already drawn, and there were the triplet murkrow still following them, Sharpclaw on her shoulder besides.

Something had spooked her. The muertos she'd mentioned, no doubt. Eryn had heard of their ilk before, had instructed Xandria to move freshly slain bodies before for various reasons. Fighting them would be new.

Azar was gone, and the most of their team with her. Eryn touched a hand to a holster on their arm instead, narrowing their eyes against the sudden bright light of an expelling pokeball. It coalesced into a hovering fae beside them, chattering even before the pokeball had clicked closed.

Anna looked around once, looked at Adelinde and the murkrow on her shoulder, and waved a hello.

A sharp breath. "Warn me before you do that," she said, in shaky Carsen, and released her death-grip on her blade. She visibly shook it off, her shoulders trembling, before pressing on.

Eryn flicked two fingers at the togetic and followed.

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Anna was no Azar, or Danya, or Nimbus, or Cumulus, but she'd been trained as part of their team, all the same. When the first stench of death hit their nostrils - far different from the usual grime and dirt of the city, even with the smell of the port and the rotting fish so close by - she stopped hovering.

Sharpclaw was already gone from Adelinde's shoulder when they looked. The girl herself was cursing low beneath her breath, sharp and fast Carsen words that they caught snatches of even as they backed away, towards where they'd come from.

Too late. A body swung around the corner of the small alleyway they'd been, head lolling unnaturally on the shoulders. There was blood at the throat, an arm that dangled in the way that meant it was broken.

Then it turned around, and the eyes were red.

Its first advance was beat back with Dark Pulses, straight from Adelinde's own flock. The murkrow scattered, though, right after when two more shifting eyes appeared behind the corpse and joined their companions, all with that soft-eerie feeling that was the tell-tale sign of a ghost.

Three ghosts, in the middle of winter. If Eryn were inclined to bet, they'd say that it was a ghost's idea of a prank, a last hurrah before they returned to their usual terrifying haunts.

But they were not a betting person, and from Adelinde's words there was more to this than that.

The three bodies moved forward joltingly together, limbs swaying, and Eryn placed themself between Adelinde and the ghosts. Anna hovered at their shoulder, uncertain and not cheery, not anymore, but she was trying.

"Fairy Wind."

Anna obliged, raising her little arms and beating down hard with her small wings, once. A wind swept by, unremarkable in this city save for the fact that it was tinted pink and caused the hair on the back of their neck to rise. The ghosts didn't stop in the face of that - too weak, probably, Anna was the weakest on their team as of now - but they slowed down, movements sluggish.

"My flock are exhausted," Adelinde murmured, from behind. "They've been keeping the muertos from walking in on the younglings, and I've only got three to spare from that. I'm-"

"Hush," Eryn said, and raised a hand not currently filled with steel. A pikachu leapt down from the roofs above to land on their wrist, then their shoulder, taking a page out of a bird's book.

Out of the corner of their eye there was an unmistakable meteorite, compressed into a small bird's body. Then it came down to earth in a Fire Blast, striking at the space between the three corpses, and even from this distance Eryn could feel the waves of heat from that fire.

"Why don't we take a detour?"

Adelinde looked to Azar as if the latter were a particularly interesting turn of events, but didn't push. "There's another backalley that we can take - the others were submerged in the flooding."

Nimbus hung onto their tunic when they looked to him, his eyes grave. They shrugged. "Very well."

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It was important, Eryn thought to themself, scowling at the water that had turned the earth to mud, that they keep a water-type on the team, if for nothing else than to make their stays in Cypwater easier. But it was a thought that they kept unspoken, if only to spare Adelinde's nerves.

The girl was taking the walking dead with good enough grace; her own murkrow were watching their backs, dark eyes glinting in the shadows as they passed through winding backallys, only to double back due to flooding. A water-type would be helpful with that as well, they supposed, being able to shift the currents as they did.

They'd expected the ghosts - the muertos, as Adelinde had said - to confront them once more, but they reached the bolthole well enough. It had been a warehouse, once upon a time, evident in the stench of fish and rotting things that hung in the air like fog. But it had since been converted into a brief home, with what straw pallets the children could beg and steal and improvise.

Eryn made a mental note to look into the price of proper bedrolls, the controlled value that Lord Murray had no doubt already enforced in the face of the coming winter, and shifted their bag on their shoulder so that Anna had a perch. Danya wisely kept herself close, but hidden; no doubt drinking in the fear of these street children, which Eryn could see like a physical thing.

Then in the next moment Hughes had noticed them, splitting his grim face - and the mud caked on it - with a wide grin. "Missus North!"

There was the sound of someone snorting, or at the very least making an attempt to sound as such, before they were barraged. Anna grumbled but her mood improved quickly enough when the children oohed and ahhed at her presence, the glint in their eye and sticky fingers reined in by the glare that Cumulus was no doubt leveling at them.

Hughes was at their elbow when they looked down, having drifted from his perch on the far side of the bolthole. "I thought - we thought -"

Adelinde smacked him on the shoulder with a scowl. "You think Missus North would abandon us?" she asked, the lilting edges of the Carsen words harsh in her annoyance. Eryn blinked, and turned their gaze to Hughes.

The boy, taller than Adelinde by half a head and bulkier by far, gave Adelinde a sheepish grin and answered in the same way. "Maybe."

Eryn cleared their throat when Adelinde drew herself up, interrupting before Adelinde could continue with the growing tirade. "I have not," they said quietly, and looked Hughes in the eye, who had turned back into the wary street urchin with the quicksilver attitude of most of this group. The other, smaller children who had been fascinated by a delighted Anna and her white feathers in the grim dark of this place, glanced up at them. "I told you that I would help, when I left, and I do not intend on breaking that promise."

Adelinde, watching their back, said nothing. The way that Hughes was weighing their words was almost visible, though certainly he must have looked as if he were staring down - or staring up, as it were - the handler in their midst.

Then he nodded, slow and steady and commanding, in the way only a boy with nothing but himself and his group and everything to lose in that latter could be. "Thank you," he said, leaning back on his heels. His shadow stirred to reveal a flicker of flame and dark eyes, which Eryn ignored, feeling more than hearing the still-silent Cumulus shift behind them in response. "Adelinde told you of what happened already?"

Eryn nodded. "She has; and if some of your group is willing, I'd like to take care of the problem soon. We'll be going hunting."

Hughes grinned, crooked teeth glinting in what candlelight his group had been able to steal and hoard. "Glad to hear that."

"What about Lord Murray?" Adelinde countered, crossing her arms over her chest and ignoring Sharpclaw's buffeting wing and his annoyed nip on her ear when his perch moved. "He may know of the issue already."

"I will speak to Lord Murray," Eryn said, and allowed a soft smile to flicker on their face at Hughes and Adelinde's stares. "No doubt he knows of the muertos, like you said, but the winter will be cold, and there is a new fleet of ships from Jinghwa at Noctil Harbor. Whatever aid he sends will have to come after that."

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