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 Seung Han's Travels, Heron
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It wouldn't take long to care for her brother, and it was typically best to get one's day started early if one wanted their pick of jobs. This goes for any city, and the Cape was no exception. When the young Madam Han eventually made it around to collecting her brother's gifts and leaving, she would find the city not quiet in its full bustling state.

Although spring was in full control of the region, and Cape Augustine absolutely shined during this season, people are people and getting things moving in the morning is rarely an enjoyable task. A speckling of food stands and shops would have their doors open, most of these being bakeries. There would be one general store open, stocked with the usual assortment of goods and various bobbles one would expect to find, hardly a block from the Bulletin Board.

Whether Seung stopped by the shop or not, there would only be a handful of other citizens perusing the offers when she arrived. None would give her any grief as she made her way forward, but she would gain a few sideways glances given her obviously foreign origins. There were many notes, and requests up today, many for small tasks accomplished by anyone with a capable body, or a spell of boredom: package delivery, help with remodeling, temporary chef, the list was extensive.

Three letters would stand out though, as they were written on fine parchment, and clearly scribed by one well versed in their letters. A few flourishes were added to draw the eye further, including house insignia besides the signatures. These requests were as follows:

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Recently, a cherished portrait of mine was stolen from my estate. I have suspicions about who may have stolen it, but I do not wish to involve the Guardians until I have no other recourse. I request an outside investigator who can defend themselves if necessary, and is willing to interrogate a list of suspects without raising too much of  fuss. Bring this letter to the Valga Estate northwest of the city proper if you accept.

Lady Valga


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I have received a few threatening letters from an anonymous source recently, and I have reason to believe they are no jest. It is possible that I can deduce who is sending them, but none of that will matter if I end up dead. I am traveling to Little Marchton this afternoon to complete a lucrative business contract, and I am sure that the aggressor will try to strike along the route. I am asking for a few capable hands to escort me to and from my meeting. I will cover all required expenses within reason, so long as you are sober, armed, and if possible, in possession of pokemon. Look for Bernard at the Golden Chalice on the east side of town.


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There is a man I want found, and with haste. I would prefer he be brought to me alive, but I am willing to make an exception if necessary. More details can be requested upon arrival and if you meet my standards. My estate is located northeast of the city. Price will also be negotiated upon acceptance of the contract.

Lord Phillip Gruden


All three tasks seemed relatively straight forward, and given the cursory directions given it wouldn't be difficult for even a foreigner to locate the desired sites. Of course, perhaps these tasks were a bit too grand for the time being. One could always earn a modest sum of coin performing the daily tasks listed by the more common folk. A simple living was still an honest one, after all.

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It turned out that Jeong did have a small wound -- there was a long slash under his tunic, when he’d forgone the usual leather armor in the city. Thankfully it hadn’t needed any stitches, though her brother would be wincing and making stiff movements for the next few days while that healed. By the time that the two finished, though, the majority of the household had been up and yawning. Haneul in particular had had great joy in pulling her elder cousin out of his bed and dumping his sheets on the floor. Seung didn’t stay for the aftermath, however; even with Jeong’s gifts, she’d still need to head out early right after breakfast to grab the jobs that she needed.

Her brother did help with one last thing before she left, though, with his advice of not needing anything wider than an alley to release her pokemon in but somewhere still relatively quiet to do so. It was thoughtful of him -- otherwise, Seung knew she would have spent at least half an hour finding a good place to release the small pokeball now at her belt, lest she accidentally summon something too big for her immediate surroundings to contain.

What appeared in the flash of red light, however, was a small upright dog shaking its head to apparently clear it. Seung spent a good few seconds simply blinking at the thing before she realized what it was.

Dear Rayquaza in the heavens. The handler set down her pack containing her egg carefully on the brick floor of the alley, before she crouched down next to it. She’d chosen a spot near their small house to have this first meeting at, a space wide enough to swing her sword if the space had been required, which it thankfully hadn't. The riolu’s red eyes hadn’t moved from hers since she had released it, but now it glanced at the egg, looked at something it could see, before returning its gaze. It seemed to weigh her, judge her -- not unlike the legends’ and the tales’ descriptions. If it was disconcerted at all about the place that it had appeared in, or of her own foreign appearance, it didn’t show it.

At least her brother hadn’t gotten her a psyduck or something. That would have been both difficult to work with and to fight with. Though Seung wasn’t quite sure if it was worth the amount of people wanting to stop and stare at the legend by her side, or the beginnings of one.

Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Seung refocused. “Hello,” she said, and the little fighting-type finally blinked. Seung smiled, and sat down on the cold ground instead, being careful of the short sword in its scabbard on her hip to keep it from clacking around too much. There wasn’t any use putting strain on her ankles while trying to keep the riolu at eye-level. “I assume that you know what is happening?”

There was a pause, then the riolu nodded determinedly. That helped, that she didn’t have to explain everything, from her brother to her new pokemon’s situation. Seung nodded back at it. “Then let us give you a name -- unless you already have one?”

A shake of the head this time, and a shrug. Well, she couldn’t translate that -- not without the aid of a psychic, anyway, which there weren’t any near at this moment -- but she could give it a name, she supposed. Seung ran a list through what she knew of riolus and of names from her own home country. This particular riolu was a male, her uncle-given pokecard told her when she took it out. Well, that made it easier, she supposed.

“You are a male, yes? Do you mind a Myeongese name? No? You will be Kyung, then. In my language it can mean ‘honor,’ or ‘respect.’ Kyung. The last time she said it was in the Myeongese pronunciation with all that it entailed and the riolu nodded again, mouthing something to itself as if he was repeating it. He seemed fascinated by a foreign name, and grinned easily at her, though he was still wary of the sword at her side. His red eyes hadn’t looked eased up its searching once.

“You are not hungry? Thirsty?” No and no, apparently, when the little pokemon shook his head at both questions. Perhaps her brother had taken care of Kyung before he had given her his pokeball. The riolu didn’t seem in physical need, at least, which was good.

Seung smiled again, or at least tried to, nodded to herself for good measure and reminder, and took her pack from the floor to settle it on her shoulders. The riolu was around the height of her leg when the both of them stood up, so the Myeongese handler looked down at the pokemon to talk to him. “We will be heading into the heart of the city to the Job Board. Would you like to walk or be returned to your ball?”

The fighting-type gestured toward the pokeball at her belt. He didn’t wish to be mobbed on by the city people, it seemed -- Seung knew her Harperian legends, having spent a year on a ship with nothing else to do than tell tales, both foreign and from this Region’s own land. She returned the riolu, clipped his pokeball securely to her belt, and headed out of the small alley.

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True to its nature, when Seung started to head into the city’s heart she found the streets more active than it had been at the outskirts were Young-ki and now the Han clan had made their home; the scent of baking bread was in the air, but Seung had had breakfast already and thus didn’t head down that way. Instead she ducked into the General Store to grab some medicinal supplies, paid the standard fare for them, and left.

She didn’t stop at the stares, or sideways glances. Cape Augustine was a port city, which meant that these people had seen their share of foreigners, but all the same Seung had never been comfortable under their wide gazes. Instead, she hurried onwards.

She didn’t have to wait too long at the Job Board, at least. When people moved away there were a particular three of the requests that caught her eye, each appealing to some part of her skillset, but after further thought Seung decided against two of three of them. The first included interrogating suspects of a portrait theft, which she might have taken had this been under different circumstances; but Seung suspected that with Kyung at her side, it would be more difficult to interrogate people who would most likely tell her what they thought they wished to hear to appeal to someone with one of the Harper’s Companions. In contrast, the second letter was one for a trip that would no doubt take at least a few days -- time that her family did not have, with only herself, her brother, and their uncle working.

That left only the third letter, asking for someone to hunt a man -- with life preferred, though not needed. Its tone was certainly grim enough for her to hesitate from taking it.

But she had already ruled out the other two requests, and she had a partner now, one that she would need to work with. So Seung took the third request from the Job Board, moved a little ways away from the thing and the surrounding crowd so that she and her partner would have a bit of room, reached for the pokeball at her belt, and released its contents.

Ignoring any stares or comments her way at the sight of one of the Harper Trio, Seung knelt beside Kyung as he blinked in the sudden sunlight. She waited until he refocused on her, seeing things only he could see, before she showed him the letter. “Quite frankly, this is a request to find a man. He does not need to be alive.”

Kyung blinked, then turned those red eyes towards her, frame tense. “I would prefer not to kill,” she added, and some tension ran out of the little riolu’s body. Seung didn’t blame him. “Still, the other two requests asks us to interrogate, or to spend days as an armed escort. I would prefer to stay here in Cape Augustine, if I can, and with my family. Is this alright with you?”

The riolu nodded definitely, and Seung smiled at him. “I do not think that we will have trouble meeting his requirements,” she said, pointing toward that specific line for Kyung to see, “but northeast of the city may be quite the walk. Will you stay inside your pokeball again?”

Kyung glanced at the people around them, at the looks they gave her for being foreign, then shook his head. That took a weight off her chest, one that she didn’t know she had.

Seung smiled at him, and stood up. With the little riolu at her side, they started walking northeast in the direction that the sun had suggested, intent on finding the Gruden estate.

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Cape Augustine's busy cobblestoned street was no difficulty to navigate in the direction Seung had chosen, at least. Judging by the whispers of the people, tonight was some kind of small festival to celebrate the birthday of a prominent young lord and the promise of a party, any party, was enough to make the city excited. Why would the wealthy pass up a chance to flaunt themselves? And so Seung faced streets that were half empty, void of anything remotely interesting. Merchants still called out to her to buy their wares, though mostly they sold breakfast. Once she spotted the silhouette of a noctowl perched on a mansion roof, its red eyes studious of her as it sat beside a cross-legged, dark-dressed figure of a young man, but neither acknowledged her aside from that. The people on the street stared too, though not so much; legendary birds, however rare and symbolic, could be bought with enough gold. The residents of Cape Augustine knew this.

(The auras of the two, if Kyung cared to look, were reminiscent of water: the calm, undisturbed glassy surface of a lake for the bird and a flowing, quiet stream for the human she accompanied.)

Away she went, climbing an uphill wide road that led into a quarter of the city filled with mansions for the rich. Each of them had spacious gardens and some distance between themselves, creating pockets of wasted space that nobody seemed interested in filling. Each mansion varied in designs and aesthetics as though they were trying their damnedest to be different, better, than their neighbors, and Lord Gruden's house was about the fanciest of them all. His estate was surrounded by a fence of cast-iron, with elaborate images of ho-ohs on each gate. The road that led into his house was bricked, lined by carefully trimmed rose bushes. The house itself looked the part of a palace, not merely some mansion, with wide glass windows, three wide corridors that Seung could glimpse of, and sloping red roofs. Guardsmen stood on either sides of the gates and greeted her with stern glares.

They asked for her business, and upon hearing that she was here from a job request told her to wait while one of them went inside to fetch a servant. He came back with what he had been looking for: a mousy, nervous young man with his hair in a bowl cut, who bowed professionally to Seung and asked that she followed him.

She was led into the mansion by a side door, not the front, though it was no less extravagant with its high-arch top and heavy, polished oaken door. The hallway it emerged into was white-walled and decorated with candle perches and paintings, many of which depicted some scene of fire or fire-type pokemons. They were not large, but the details on them meant they must have cost small fortunes.

There was a staircase at the end of the hallway which the servant took Seung up, and they emerged into a wider, more beautiful one upstairs. They walked left, past two doors, and at the final one marked "Study" the servant knocked.

"Come in," a deep voice grumbled.

The servant gestured for Seung to go first before following, closing the heavy door behind him as quiet as possible. Inside, the room was large and windowless, lined with impressive bookcases, a large desk, and a private fireplace. A growlithe lounged near said fireplace while his master, Lord Gruden himself, occupied an armchair next to it. The furniture had been turned to face the door, so Seung could have a clear look of her employer.

Lord Gruden had clearly been enjoying the fruits of his wealth for a long time. He was large, or more accurately fat, the silk shirt which he wore pulled taut in the middle. His face was like the moon: pale, creamy, and hairless. He looked at her with narrowed eyes, his fists clenched on the arms of his chair. "Why is there foreign filth in my house?" he barked at the servant.

He started so badly he nearly jumped. "Sh-she came here for...for the job, sir!" he stuttered, glancing at Seung like a panicked animal.

The lord's face shifted. He looked at Seung again, then at Kyung still following her. His aura flared, darkened. Greed. His voice stayed flat and cold, however. "...I see. The one I had posted on the job board, I would imagine. Humph."

He dismissed the servant with a flick of his fat wrist and made a show out of studying Seung, though his eyes drifted constantly to Kyung, sizing the both of them up for prizes. Finally he spoke - very slowly. "I do not often trust fugitives, but I will make an exception for you. The man I am looking for stole something of insurmountable value to me. If you manage to catch him, and to retrieve what he has taken - there is no need for him to be killed - I shall give you a reward enough to buy yourself a small house."

He scratched his chin, lips pursed. "Let us start at a flat gold rate of six hundred gold pieces. If you manage to return here within three days with what I asked for, I shall add two hundred. I shall also add to it a sum of four hundred in items: an evolution stone or object of your choice.

"Now, onto the man himself. He is a wretch and a thief; twenty or so years old, with black hair and brown skin. When he ran away from me he was dressed in leather armors and a dark cape. What he has taken from me is a noctowl I have recently purchased from the Birdman."
Gruden's face twisted, ugly with disdain. "I have confidence that he has not yet left Cape. Pursue him and take back my bird. Start from the west side of the city. That is where he was last seen."

And that was that. Gruden dismissed her, with no further information - he did not have a face for her to look for, sadly, though his tone did not say so - and when he wished her the best of luck there was a wry note behind it. He did not think Seung would succeed. If she changed her mind now he would only bark a laugh and shrug. It did not matter to him. She did not matter to him.

The servant was there to show her out of the mansion again, face still pale with his fright. However, when they were near the gates he turned to her and said, "I'm very sorry about that, Miss. Milord is...not find of those who come from outside of Harper." He pinched his lips together, anxiety swallowing whatever else he might have wanted to tell her, and simply bowed to her when she left.

She had not gone far, only several streets away from the manor, when a man stepped out of a side alley to stand before her.

Kyung would recognize him instantly - the man from the roof with the noctowl. Even if he did not, he introduced himself soon enough, flipping his hood back to reveal a sun-browned face, topped by unruly dark hair. His eyes were dark also, and crinkled when he grinned.

"'Tis I," he said with the accent of one from the Phoenician isles, and saluted her, "the one you are looking for. Will you not pursue me, stranger?"

And ducked back into the alleyway, out of sight. Kyung could sense another aura joining his, lively and bright, and if they decided to attack they would find themselves faced with a Protect from a cinccino. But a Protect was all it was; the creature would even kiss Kyung on the cheek before fleeing again, running after her handler.

This was a game of cat and mouse, and for the moment Seung was the cat.


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There was talk of a celebration on the streets, carried along by the wind and people alike, but Seung didn't pay attention to them, other than being mindful of the way that the mass of people could interfere with her potential job. But she didn't think it would be too bad, if the current streets void of people were going to be any indication of how tonight would be like. By her side Kyung kept up easily, also ignoring the shouts for breakfast, red eyes glancing around and taking in the sights. Sometimes he drifted further away to inspect a particularly interesting figure, but the riolu always trotted back so Seung didn't worry too much.

People often didn't look up, too preoccupied with the things in front of them or underfoot to pay attention to the skyline, but Seung was still unfamiliar enough with Cape Augustine that she could justify glancing at the rooftops from time to time to herself. It ended up being her that stopped to look at the noctowl and man duo on top of a mansion, only drawing Kyung's attention when he ran ahead and she didn't follow.

He shook his head, though, when she raised an eyebrow at him, and moved away, so she supposed that was that and moved on, regardless of the other Harperian Legend in the Cape.

(Kyung, for his part, thought that their auras were interesting but they weren't doing any harm, so they couldn't be bad, right? And they still had to get to the northeast quarter of the city.)

They were halfway up the wide road that led to the quite impressive mansions in the distance when there was a screech above their heads. Seung had to raise an armored arm to squint at the dark shadow in the sky, Kyung tensing by her feet, before she realized who it was. She grinned at Jun as the pidgeot came down, swooping to a stop mere feet away from them, only bothering to hover the rest of the way down to the ground when he almost crashed like a meteor.

The pidgeot made a coughing sort of laugh in the back of his throat before he shook his feathers once, settled them down, and tilted the courier bag on his back towards her. Kyung peered at them both when Seung had retrieved the items inside -- a note and two pokeballs.

You forgot these, the note said. Seung raised an eyebrow at it, shared knowing looks with Jun, and tilted down the scrap of parchment for Kyung to see. "From my uncle," she said dryly. She relinquished the note when Kyung hung onto it and started an inspection of the two pokeballs next.

One held a dragon, the other a furfrou. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She did neither, when Kyung whipped his head around to give her a concerned glance, and straightened to look at Jun instead. "Thank you, and please, smack him with a wing for me."

Jun did his almost-laughing thing again, then lifted off into the sky and started to wing his way back towards the house. The two of them watched the pidgeot go, and when Kyung handed the note back to her she tucked it away with the two pokeballs. At his questioning glance she clarified, "Uncle has the worst sense of humor. It's only fair."

She didn't really mean him harm, though, and the riolu seemed to see that, because after a moment of a soul-search by means of red eyes he let it go with a nod and starting walking again, towards the large houses in the distance while Seung followed.

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The mansions weren't bad, per se, when they reached the district proper and were greeted with the sight of over-the-top expensive and decorated houses. But Kyung had to tug at Seung's ankle to get her moving again to the front of a mansion ringed with cast-iron ho-ohs, where his new partner greeted the guardsmen with a short hail and statement that no, they were not trying to sell anything, they were here about a job offer post on the city board.

While they waited the riolu took the chance to glance at Seung. The woman hadn't seemed rattled when they'd seen the displayed wealth of the inhabitants in full, but that was only physical. In his sixth sense and second sight her aura was -- not roiling, but turbulent, he'd say. Like a disturbed pond of water, with its minor ripples at point of origin that slowly grew larger and larger and larger.

She was -- rattled. About what, he didn't know -- couldn't, not when they'd only known each other for an hour at best -- but Kyung resolved to pay closer attention, anyway.

The inside of the house and the hallway was normal enough, if impressive. But that was, perhaps, the point. He stayed close to Seung on quiet feet, making sure to remain at least close enough to reach out and touch her ankle, though that was harder on the staircases that they went up. Still, he managed, and he only entered the room where they'd meet the client a few moments after Seung did.

In those few moments, he did not get a good impression of one Lord Phillip Gruden. First, the man had called Seung "foreign filth," which was not the proper way to earn respect. Then when he'd seen him, his aura had flared, darkened.

Kyung had known the world long enough to know the dark, bitter taste that flooded his mouth in a facsimile of the aura itself, which was practically seething ill-intent. He had to close his eyes to recenter himself with Inner Focus and sighed a nigh-silent breath of relief when the aura disappeared from his sight, too.

The man talked. Seung let him, and Kyung felt the eyes drift away from his partner to rest upon him, too, but all he did was keep his eyes closed and stayed still. Seung did not say a word during the entire exchange, if it could even be called that -- her aura, in comparison, was tense and coiled, but that wasn't quite the right description. It was more like -- as if that agitated pond from earlier had frozen over.

He felt his partner's clothes rustle, before hearing the sound of footsteps moving to leave, and Kyung turned on his heel and left with Seung.

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"There is something wrong with this entire situation," was the first thing out of Seung's mouth after they'd left Lord Gruden's estate and they were finally alone. Kyung glanced up at her, surprised, before his shoulders relaxed. She blinked at him, surprised. Then she smiled, because of course. "I suppose you felt that too?"

Kyung gave her a solid nod, and Seung sighed before tilting her head back to peer at the skyline. At least there weren't any legendary birds with silhouettes of men up there in this district, though that might be because the guardsmen here wouldn't hesitate to count them as enemies. "...we don't know everything yet," she told him after a moment of thinking. She resisted the urge to bite her thumb as she thought, leaning against an alley wall as it was with Kyung only a short distance away from her feet and peering up at her. "And there was that noctowl from earlier. Did it seem agitated to you?"

The riolu gave her a shake of the head this time, and with that Seung made up her mind. "Let us get more information first," she said, "Then we will decide. After all, we did not promise Lord Gruden anything."

He grinned at that, quick and mischievous. Seung felt herself smiling back before she dug into her pocket for a pokeball. Not the dragon's, with its well-worn shell as if it had been around for a long time before it had been passed onto her. But when the riolu noticed what she was doing and did not protest, she pressed the button on the furfrou's pokeball. She materialized without much problem, and looked around once, pausing only momentarily at Kyung's form before turning to Seung.

"We are looking for someone," she said, getting to the point and rattled the facts off briefly. "Foreign, black hair, brown skin. He took our client's noctowl along with him, but not everything is right. We will be finding out why. Do you object?"

The furfrou smiled beneath her fur, then shook her head. At least she was agreeable to it; that was one less thing Seung needed to worry about. She pushed herself off of the alley wall and nodded to the normal-type. She didn't have a name yet, according to the pokecard from earlier, though the bagon did. "Is Mugunghwa alright? It is a pink flower, from a hardy shrub. It'd be fitting, I think."

The dog shrugged. Seung took that as acceptance and let Kyung lead them towards the recommended west side of the Cape while the furfrou stayed relatively near her side. And realized her mistake when a man stepped out of a side alley and Kyung tensed, his frame coiling down to prepare to leap. His accent was the same as of the sailors' that had ferried her and six others from Myeongcheon here -- Phoenician.

Seung did not ask him to wait. She watched as Kyung flung himself forward, only for his Low Sweep to make contact with a cincinno's Protect and scatter light. He frozen even more when she left a kiss on his cheek before fleeing.

"Kyung!" That got his attention, and he leapt forward, faster than he normally was. The furfrou by her side shimmered, then after a moment split into copies of itself, before it moved also.

Mimic had been on the list of moves, when she'd checked, as well as Double Team. Seung settled the pack more securely on her back and attempted to keep pace with the duo.

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The multiple opponents that now filled her vision did not disturb the cincinno, who merely purred at them and slowed just enough once Kyung and Mugunghwa nearly caught up to the stranger who was leading them away - clearly, he was not so fast.

His pokemon companion, however, was more than enough to make up for his deficiency - fast enough to give Kyung and Mugunghwa trouble keeping up with her even with Agility, and nimble with her attacks. She flipped around when Seung's team began to close the distance between them and winked Attractively at Kyung, flipping her snowy tail over her neck from which sprang a stream of brilliant comets. These sought Mugunghwa without fail, homing in on the correct copy of Double Team. It did not matter whether or not the furfrou could spring a Protect up in time to avoid it or get out of the way; the next one came all the same, now with the knowledge of the real body: a crackle of Thunder Wave.

None of them would cause Seung's team any significant harm - had been calculated and lessened to the point where even if Swift found its target would be nothing more than an unpleasant sting - but the stranger called over his shoulder all the same, "Do not harm them, Emi!"

Cinccino rolled her eyes, but did not protest. Instead she merely curtsied at her pursuers and fled once more, her tongue poking out in one final taunt if there was any to see her still. Then she ducked into yet another street after her handler, and was silent.

When Seung finally caught up to them, she would find the street in question rather narrow and sloped downwards steeply before running its winding way around a bend. Thin wooden bars above the street connected the tall buildings on each side together and doubled as clothes hangers. White sheets and shirts fluttered in the wind, distorting the sunlight that drifted in. The stranger had vanished, it seemed; one could not hear his footsteps or his heartbeat. With Kyung's aura search, if he was now recovered from the stun of Attract, he could find their quarries.

They were not far away, as it turned out - beyond this bend perhaps, and a short walk away, into what Seung would eventually discover (if she chose to take this path) was a park of sorts built in the natural fashion of a clearing. And they were not alone. A third, new, presence was with them, stillness of a moonlit lake and something terrible, unnamed, lurking beneath that calm. The noctowl.

It was waiting for them.


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Mugunghwa did not even attempt to steer out of the way at the sight of the stars, intending to let her copies confuse the attack, and snarled in surprise when Swift found its mark anyway. It was only a sting, which was curious in and of itself, but it had hit and the wound on her pride was larger.

The Thunder Wave crackled through her fur and set the ends charged with static, but the furfrou kept moving anyway. There was no point in dropping out now.

Kyung, for his part, was confused by the wink, again -- what did the thing want, that it kept leaving mixed messages? -- that he stumbled mid-step. Seung, following directly behind them but falling behind all the same, had to stoop down in the middle of her own run to physically pick him up into her arms.

"There is no time," she told him, and ignored the clenching of paws on her forearm.

Do not harm them. Seung turned the words over in her mind, searching for the meaning behind it. This was the man who had, according to Gruden, stolen a noctowl. Such an act would have needed at the very least creativity -- their sheer size meant that force could not be used, or at least, not easily. And the man had courage, as well -- even back home, a theft of this size would have warranted at least both a lashing and a thief-mark.

No, back in Myeongcheon. She had to stop thinking the place as home, no matter how much her heart still ached a year later.

She did not say anything to the normal-type when she curtsied, instead kneeling down next to the white dog, Kyung still in her arms, to check her over. The riolu leapt out as soon as he was close enough for a safe jump, but it was no matter -- the furfrou, too, had sustained little injuries.
All in all, this was a thief who was showing leniency. Seung did not know if she should be irked, that he was doing so -- or afraid, that he had such power and yet was not using it.

When Mugunghwa had threatened her fingers for dawdling, Seung rose to her feet again, looking down at her companions. They looked back.

Well, then. It seemed a hunt was in order.

Seung and hers caught up in time to find the narrow street. The white sheets and other laundryhere would make vision difficult; she frowned, leaning out of the way of a particularly close one before it could whip itself in her face. Though, the thin wooden bars above their heads currently acting as support gave her an idea. It was a risky one, and not one that she thought Kyung would agree to. But it was worth a try.

(She had to try, at least -- he was young, yet, even the furfrou was older and she could at least protect herself but he couldn't. Perhaps if she could get him out of direct harm's way --)

She turned to him and his blue-fire eyes, but before she could ask him, he pointed a single spiked paw down the street. If he was still affected by Attract, he showed no sign of it -- his arm was steady and his eyes bright. He was not fidgeting.

She did not ask if he was sure. "Alright," she said instead, and when she had his attention, she continued -- "But I would like you to watch us from the roofs."

"You will be better-placed there,"
she said before he could interrupt, eyes widening. They were still burning. "You will be able to see everything --"

There was a single shake of the head. No. He looked ready to argue about it, too, small and rebellious, a different kind of burning and one that reminded her of Haneul at her most reluctant. She would not force the issue, if he would not. Seung sighed, and shrugged. "Very well, then."

When she turned around Mugunghwa was staring at her. Seung tilted her head in a question, but the dog merely shook her head and lead the way down the street instead.

There was a clearing. Enough space for her to move, should this come to a fight, or at the very least, she hoped; Seung rested a hand on the hilt of the shortsword on her hip, the other almost-moving in parallel before it met mere air and she dropped to her side, remembering. At least she'd remembered to keep the movement slow, steady -- as non-threatening as she could make it.

The noctowl was waiting. Seung swallowed, glancing at her two allies -- Kyung was peering at the owl as if it could give him the answers he seeked with merely a look, and Mugunghwa was sweeping her own eyes around, looking for the others that had to be here.

Seung spoke to the bird directly. "You are from Lord Gruden's, are you not?" It was a pointless question, perhaps, but it was one that had to be said.

Then, out-loud, to the surroundings -- wherever the Phoenician man was hiding or standing -- "What is the meaning of this? What are you intending?" Her tone was questioning, not accusatory -- she would hear him out before she decided.

Unbidden, Mugunghwa put herself to Seung's right, where Kyung stood on the human's left; she was prepared to defend and retaliate, if need be. Kyung, too, sought to understand, carefully watching the bird and anyone else that they encountered through his sixth sense.

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The noctowl perched in the dead center of a clearing, making not a single attempt to hide. The "thief" Seung had chased there sat cross-legged next to him like one would a friend, not a bird of legend, and he - along with Emi, his cinccino by his side - waved at her cheerily when she finally emerged. He grinned, an easy and warm expression, and with a sweep of his arms made as to welcome her.

But she spoke first, and so he let her, because her words prompted a response from the great avian. His head turned to Seung without his body moving and for a long moment he only looked, his fierce red eyes studying her, flaying her, layer by layer, judging her for all that she was worth and all that she might be worth, given time, given cultivation, perhaps-

His presence withdrew from her mind as soundlessly as it had entered, but with a final twinge of amusement like a shaking of his wings to tell her he had been there. The noctowl shifted on his feet, hooted once, the sound almost cute, before settling again and closing his eyes. His duty was done.

The Phoenician grinned. "Sorry about that, if that was intrusive," he told Seung honestly, and if Kyung was watching his aura, he would see nothing but that honesty there. The Thief, contrary to what he had been said to have done, did not have a bad bone in his body. "But Nocty here likes to know people without asking about them, you see. He came to me...oh, a week ago, by the docks, and said that a great fat featherless fool had thought to bind him to earthling laws, and that I ought to help him."

He patted the feathery chest affectionately, his hand singing right into the downy coat. The noctowl cooed again and shuffled closer, almost like he wanted a hug. He did not actually act on the impulse; still, Emi giggled.

"So. About the meaning of this," said the Thief after a moment and jumped to his feet. He glanced at Mugunghwa briefly, saw the way she was tensing, smiled - an indulgent expression - and did not come any closer. Instead he spread his arms like he had before and continued, "You, my friend, are going to be dead very soon. It is an honor to be in the company of a riolu, or a noctowl, or a roselia - great symbols of power and beauty in this region, you understand - but a man like Gruden does not understand the implications of such concepts. He only knows that they will make him look good and that they cost a lot of money. So he will send somebody to kill you and take your friend away."

The Thief paused, folding his arms. He cocked his head and smiled again, and this time it was not a very nice expression. "Do you know what the psychics here can do? They can break minds. They can reshape it into something more...pleasing to their masters. Your riolu friend is fighting-type, no? How well do you think he will hold out under such a treatment?"

The noctowl moved forward, his wings flaring to help him keep balance, and approached Seung. He stopped long before he reached her but kept his left wing lifted, and there she could see the missing feathers where something had cut him deep, leaving a scar that stretched from his top rib to nearly his feet. He projected again - the wisps of a memory, in sensation rather than in images, of great pain and dishonor, betrayal and insulted pride. Gruden had done this to him, when he was but a hoothoot, in order to steal him away and make a symbol out of him.

Behind him, the Thief grinned. "I have to admit, I like the southerners," he said. "I bore a family from Nihon on my ship once. A woman and her two children, forced aboard by a husband so they can escape a painful death - treason, or something like that. She threw herself into the sea along with the two boys, choosing death over dishonor. Another Josu family sailed back from this land, to answer the calls of revolution, if there is any. Two Jinghese men defeated a pair of dragonairs in order to save my ship." He spread his hands. "Your people - they are brave. They are faithful to their creed. And in all things, they shine. Not boisterously like the northerners here, but they shine, like pearls in the sea. So I am going to offer you a way out of this mess, lady Josu."

Something moved behind Seung and hers, something that had escaped Kyung's notice until then. And no psychic was it, nothing he could not blow apart with a single Brick Break, but the sneasel - for that was what it was, male judging by the long red ear and wicked, mocking grin in place - folded his arms and stared at them. The "movement" from before was a flash of his dark aura, a nonverbal quasi-Taunt to get their attention, nothing more.

And he was close. Almost uncomfortably close. His arms were short yet, so that distance was safe, but a step closer and he might have gotten the sneak attack on them regardless of Kyung.

"That," the Thief said, "is Zhu. His handler died long ago - a Jinghese old man I very much respected - and he expressed interest in helping a face he recognizes. I do not know what that means, to be honest, but he expresses interest in you, specifically."

Zhu bowed extravagantly and leaped onto the nearby wall, vanishing into the sheets and then reemerging in a jump that landed him in front of Seung instead of behind. Around his neck, she could see, he wore a minimized pokeball like a pendant. His long red ear twitched and he smirked again.

The Thief shrugged. "Showoff. But hey, he knows the way to your next area of interest. See, Gruden is a greedy man, but he is also a careful man. You have a house in the Cape, correct?" A pause for her to answer, if she chose. "Well, he is going to find it, and if he cannot find you, he will give whoever else who lives in that house an unprecedented amount of trouble. Your cheekbones are high and your eyes are slanted, my friend. No one will help you in this country, not truly."

He paused briefly, as though to think, then continued, "Gruden has dealings with less-than-stellar folks, though, over less-than-legal things. Normally these trades are conducted with the utmost caution, but this time the messenger who usually brings the orders to an inn on Route 2 is sick. He passed the note onto his son, who is far less capable than he. There will be psychics, but Zhu's specialty is silence, as he has demonstrated, I'm sure. Find that messenger and take the message. Bring it to me, at this place, by sunrise three days from now. I will turn it in. That should be enough to give Gruden enough trouble so he would forget about you - and about Nocty. Zhu will show you the way."

And so he smiled at her, brilliantly, teeth shining. "Any questions?"


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The stare of a noctowl wasn't all that different from a riolu's, really. Seung tilted her head up, pushed her shoulders back. Kyung's first question, soul-searching stare felt like years ago -- which wasn't right, since it had been just this morning, for Rayquaza's sake -- but she knew to ride it out. Even when it felt like he was skinning her, exposing her mind, boring into her soul, trying to see what she was made of past flesh and past useless bone --

He retreated with an impression of shuffled wings, and Seung sighed. Truly, they deserved the title of Harper Legend, if they were all this -- this judging. As if one of the gods Themselves had come down to mortal land. But perhaps they were this judging because of their status as legends. She would never know.

The familiar way the Phoenician referred to the noctowl beside him, an easy, languid way that reminded her of Uncle Young-ki at his most deceptive. She remained tense through the entire exchange, and that sentiment echoed through both of her companions; Kyung shifted his feet, slightly, to take a more solid stance, and Mugunghwa took a cautious step forward.

All of these things were, of course, moot, especially when Thief insinuated threats. Or rather, warned her of threats, but either way, it did not matter to her. She did not fear death, but that a man like Gruden would have Kyung was a thought that she banished with the sentiment of Never.

Psychics. Of course. "I know of psychics," she told him quietly, and her voice was flat. Cold. Kyung almost flinched away from her, but not quite, because her anger was not directed towards him. Psychics -- the Imperials had used those, back when they were arresting her parents and older, extended family on accounts of treason. She knew, full well, of what terrible things they could do. "And I will not let that happen."

Not as long as I remain alive, were the unspoken words, and I will not die so easily followed soon after -- though she did not care of the Thief understood that. It only mattered to her that she knew them to be true, she and Kyung and Mugunghwa, and that was all she asked for.

The sight of torn feathers on the noctowl's wing had her gritting her teeth. Was he trying to wring sympathy from her? It was true enough that he had sought to warn her of Gruden, and that he had not acted as a "thief" certainly would have. But that should not have mattered, it only should that someone was threatening her and hers --

But it did, it did matter that Gruden, the Lord who had thought Kyung only like a trophy, was someone she did not want to get within a hundred feet of, and that Thief had warned her of this.

The mentions of Josu, though -- those caught her attention like nothing else. If threats on Kyung's mind had her clenching the hilt of her sword -- metaphorically, of course; there was no threat here, not yet -- then the name of the suppressed country had her sucking in a surprised breath. There weren't many that used the name, anymore. Not after the invasion and the annexation. Even she had taken to calling it Myeongcheon and Myeongese, after what the Imperials wanted and demanded by law.

But.

..."a way out of this mess". Gods, but she did not need that nigh-heart-attack when Kyung whipped his head around, his paw already glowing with gathered force. She drew her blade, trying to keep Thief and his own allies in the corner of her eye at the same time -- she should have known better than to let her guard down --

Zhu. A sneasel who had been with a Jinghese man. Fair enough, that one of the Dark could sneak up on them, but if they could, who else had the ability to? Kyung looked -- irritated was not the correct word, and anger did not fit, either, but the expression on his face seemed to her a combination of surprise and irked -- at himself or at the sneasel, she could not be sure.

The house on the Cape. Jeong, Haneul, the other cousins. The pommel of her short sword was a steady weight underneath her hand, for all that she clenched it hard enough to chase the blood from her fingers, making them go numb. "I do."

Three days to stop a man from harming her family. Three days to steal a note, which grated on her pride, but Seung knew the ways of the world -- she might cling to the old Han vestiges of honor and pride and duty, still follow the creed of doing what you could where you could, but they were tempered with the knowledge that if she did not defend her family, no one else would. Thief's words of how no one in this foreign land would help them rang too truly for comfort, hit too close to home.

She did not return his smile. Instead, she bowed from the shoulders, forty-five degrees inching down, but it was not a true bow signifying respect to another, not when she did not take her eyes off of him in a challenging look. You had best keep your word, it would say.

"No," she told him simply when she came out of the bow. Turned to Zhu, her hand still on her sword. To him, she gave a nod. There was respect in it, for his skills, for his independence -- she had not missed the pokeball around his neck, tied like a totem and a declaration of allegiance. "We will work with you."

At her side, Kyung made a low noise in the back of his throat, as if the thought -- disturbed him. Perhaps it did. Seung gave him an apologetic glance and a low, "We have no other choice." Her only companions were him, Mugunghwa, and the dragon whose pokeball she still had not dared to open. None of them would stand a chance against a psychic.

Jeong would not miss her for the next few days; he would simply assume that she had taken a job that took her overnight. And it was his turn to watch the cousins, anyway.

She settled the pack more firmly around her shoulders, and looked to Thief for the last time. "Three days from now, here, with a message from Lord Gruden that will make his life difficult. I will see you then. Lead the way, if you would, Zhu."

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The Thief smiled, friendly and open, as though he and Seung had been good friends for many years before returning her bow with one of his own sweeping, theatrical ones. At his back Nocty shuffled his wings, hoo-ing gently and settling down again. He looked at the bright sunlight above them before closing his eyes as though to sleep, and Zhu eyed them one last time before he smirked at Seung. His left-hand claw extended and curled back, beckoning her to follow, as he led her to a different alley than the one she had come from.

Structurally it was no different: a winding street barred above by wooden beams through the roofs and linens hanging in between, but it led further north, then took a meandering turn to the east, continuing on and connecting with very few other alleys until it met with the wall of the city nearly an hour later. Zhu kept them focused with chitchatting during that time - well, at least with the pokemons, as he could not very well speak to Seung - regardless of whether or not it was one-sided. He asked Kyung where he came from, why he was such a killjoy, did he really think someone was going to kill him? Why was he so valuable to the humans, who would rather own things which could not object to the sentiment? What about Mugunghwa? Her name was after a flower, was it not? His human used to plant them on his daughter's grave every year; did that mean something, or was it another sentimental gesture Zhu as a pokemon did not understand?

Now that he was no longer hiding, the sneasel's aura was almost impossible to miss. Cold and dark he may be, but Zhu was also highly curious and outgoing without being actually nice. He mocked Kyung a few times, dodging past him and getting behind him, then dancing out of reach of an oncoming attack, and flicked at Mugunghwa's tail, leaving frost on her fur. More than once or twice he hopped past them and onto the wall to mark them with his claws, and if asked only shrugged. Habit, was all he would say.

When they reached the city wall, it was the "dead end" of a stinky, shadowy alley, though there was a small door at the end there, or more like a hole in the wall no one had had time to fix. Zhu shoved the pieces of boards that hid half of it aside and exited into the forest beyond, leaving Seung to shimmy her way through the small opening by herself.

No trails were evident here, but on the trees around them there were marks where the bark had been scratched away by claws. Zhu glanced at one, then the other, and his red ear drooped momentarily before he turned away and led them northeast - away from the warning marks and out of sight of a small clearing littered with the bones and crests of dead sneasels and weaviles, warned as he had been by the marks.

Despite his small stature, Zhu was relentless. He did not stop until hours had passed and they seemed quite thoroughly lost in the woods, and only then did he stop near a small clearing with a little pond within. A wild whiscash poked her head through the muddy water and offered the human a friendly smile before disappearing. Birds called above their heads, the air fresh with early summer warmth and blooming flowers.

Zhu gestured for Seung to wait - to rest, if she wished - and chose the tallest tree close by to climb. He struck the bark with his claws, making a series of marks, then hopped down and went to sit near the pond with a sigh. If Seung indicated that she wanted to keep moving, he would (with a glare). If not, they would stay here awhile.


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Seung did not smile back at Thief, before she left; that smile of his unnerved her, as though he knew thing about her that he certainly did not. Things like that did not warrant a response. Kyung followed closely at her heels when she walked away, reluctant at even the notion of falling behind when a menace such as Zhu was out and about. Mugunghwa, for her part, was less cautious -- ready to defend, she might have been, but she gave Nocty and his companion one last, final look before they left, committing what she could detect of their scents to memory.

For all that the little riolu was capable, she knew that having only one bewaring of strangers was dangerous. It was always better, to have comrades at your back that knew what they were doing.

Seung, for her part, kept on their sneasel guide's heels faithfully, turning where he did and watching him go with intent eyes when he went where she could not. She mostly tuned out his chatter while they walked, more occupied with peering at the streets that Zhu led them past -- this was not the way to the walls that she knew, though that could, perhaps, be attributed to the fact that she had never had cause to come to the rich nobles' quarter of the city.

That was an oversight on her part, not knowing the ways of the city. The fact that Jeong probably knew the paths already was an idle thought in a corner of her mind, and a wish that he were he right now. But he was needed to stay at home with their cousins, and that outweighed everything else.

Still, even with the blessed silence, that didn't mean she had to like it, like going out of the city only on a stranger's word and a sneasel as a guide. Even she knew that it was a dangerously foolish thing to do -- but still, the fact remained that Gruden had the potential to threaten her family, and so she went.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Kyung turned his head to her, letting Mugunghwa keep an eye on the relentlessly cheerful and yet annoying sneasel. She shook her head at him. He didn't look any less worried.

What she wouldn't give for the days that were simpler.

Kyung, for his part, was trying valiantly not to snap at the sneasel. He shrugged at most of the questions, though he did deign to answer a few with quiet words and tense shoulders. He came from the mountains, where it was cold. He was valuable for some reason he did not know.

But he would not answer for Mugunghwa, and so the task of answering such questions fell to her, something she bent to with ill grace and an annoyed glance in his direction. Yes, she was named after a flower. And she had never seen someone put flowers on a grave before, so she could not answer the question. That particular answer was given with shrugged shoulders and a dare for Zhu to ask for more details, if he was particularly steel-spined.

And yet, they reached the hole in the city wall without too much incident -- Seung found it particularly surprising when Kyung only retaliated with feinting bites on the sneasel, Mugunghwa taking the frost with a surprising sort of grace. The furfrou was infinitely more proud, she thought -- but not in the bad way, where they thought that everyone else was beneath them. It was more like she did not find it necessary to respond, so confident was she in herself.

Where had she come from, that she wore such grace like the traditional long-sleeved hanbok? Even as her two pokemon moved through the small hole in the wall, even as she was rapidly the only one left standing in a dirty side-alleyway next to the city limits, Seung wondered.

Mugunghwa, at least, waited for her as she made her own way through the hole; Kyung went ahead to keep track of the sneasel, so worried was he in the cold, frigid and dark aura that Zhu carried about himself. There was a third presence, in her pocket, warm and occupied.

They were outside the city limits, at least. An hour into their travel, when they had gotten lost (and found? or did they? she didn't really know) enough to make her head hurt, Seung dug her hand into her pocket and took out the bagon's -- Sigrun's -- pokeball.

"Well," she muttered to herself, with Kyung's startled stare and Mugunghwa's calm gaze out of the corner of her eye, "here goes nothing. Rayquaza bless."

She released the contents of the pokeball.

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Of course, hindsight was always 20/20, or was that not how the saying went?

"Sigrun! Please. Do not set that on fire."

Said dragon huffed and glared back at her with a baleful eye -- Then what, pray tell, am I allowed to set on fire? the look said. The embers of a charred piece of wood danced behind her head, casting her blue scales into a red-orange glow.

Seung closed her eyes and tried to ward off the coming headache. What had she been thinking, releasing a dragon? Of course one would not listen to her, not with their pride that was so unlike Mugunghwa's. Their pride and their power and their deep, deep conviction that they could not be tamed.

(The fact that it was, perhaps, true, she ignored.)

The handler glanced toward Zhu where he was near his whiscash pond for any reaction she could see from here. Then she turned toward Kyung, who was glaring with all of his might at Sigrun, and Mugunghwa, who -- whose shoulders were shaking in what seemed to be laughter.

"Really? Are you serious?" she hissed at the furfrou, her agitation spilling out in Myeongese, but if the pokemon understood then she did not show any sign of it. Seung sighed, and took a last glance at the bagon in their midst. "I am Seung," she said, gesturing toward herself. Her hand went to the riolu and the furfrou next. "This is Kyung, and Mugunghwa. The sneasel near the pond is Zhu. Are you aware of what has happened to land you in my care?"

There was a judgemental gleam of eyes from Sigrun, and Seung straightened her spine, did not stare the dragon down but did not back down from her either. Kyung and the noctowl's gazes had desensitized her to looks from beings that judged, at least, and that experience came in handy even with dragons.

With a huff Sigrun looked away. Seung fought down a smile.

"We will rest here," she said, speaking loud enough to carry over to where Zhu was sitting. True to her word she set down her own pack, bent her spine backwards enough for it to crack and release tension that had built up over hours of movement. "Until we are well, or until Zhu deems us ready to leave again. Whichever comes first."

Though, she rather thought that the latter would come first -- the sneasel had a ferocity and ruthlessness that she'd been pressed to keep up with, when they were traveling. She sat down, crossing her legs and drawing her blade to rest it across her knees.

She had not forgotten they were in wild territory; the Routes were not patrolled by the law-keepers.

With a final warning of "Don't stray too far." to her -- companions? -- she closed her eyes to rest.

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The sneasel, for his part, was clearly fascinated with the aggressive drake Seung had let out. He was crouched next to the whiscash pond and watching them, ears upright in alertness, drinking in Sigrún's every details. Rare as dragons were and long as Zhu had spent near the sea, he had never quite seen something like her: blue, yet with stubby arms and powerful legs that did not help to swim and a head that was all too big. Clearly she was not a water-type, though what she actually was he did not know for sure.

But he did not ask - at least, not to her face. It was easier for him to watch, and he had not chosen this clearing because it was convenient. After one last glance at his "guests", Zhu turned back to the pond where the whiscash was still waiting for him and clicked his teeth. She mumbled back, words too low for the rest to hear but exactly what he needed to know, and before long Zhu was up and about again, hopping past where Seung sat to climb a tree and mark the bark there with his claws. It was a unique pattern, almost human-like in its complexity, and when he climbed back down Zhu said, "It means 'safe place'. My kind is gone into the mountains now but those with humans might still make use of it." He glanced at the tree, then back to Kyung, and his expression was a little more serious this time. "This is how we survive. Connections. Something tells me you and yours are not very good at it."

But he did not seek to school them, nor was the remark anything more than just that: a remark. Zhu let them idle around the clearing for perhaps another five or six minutes while he disappeared into the bush to leave more of the marks around, and when he returned there had been a...commotion.

Wild pokemons were not usual bold towards humans, especially so near a large human settlement like Cape Augustine, but the pancham who had been scouring through these woods for food was not the type to particularly care. He had already run away from an idiot owner or two once, after all, and though young - or perhaps because he was young - had chosen this small stretch of land as his territory. The whiscash had frankly dismissed his claims on the clearing, and when he came back from gathering berries for lunch, the first thing he had run into was Sigrún.

The exchange went about as well as anyone would think: Pancham demanded all these trash moving out of his territory right now, received no as an answer, tried one more time - and then launched himself forward and swung a Brick Break under Sigrún's jaw, knocking her back.

Then he had shouted at the top of his lungs, which drew Zhu's attention. He looked up just in time to see something leaping over his head, a dog of some kind, and followed it back to the clearing to see that there was not only a pancham but a pancham and its friends: an electrike, the thing that had jumped over his head just a moment ago, a turtwig, and what looked to be an incredibly impressive and peeved heracross.

Pancham might be leader but clearly Heracross was the strong man. She bellowed, moving forward and swinging her horn, trying to intimidate Seung and her pokemons away. Next to her the electrike growled, her fur glowing with a Thunder ready to strike, and the turtwig tossed his head, gathering sunlight. The pancham tried to sneak away, likely to attack the group from behind.

Zhu moved to intercept him, leaving the scuffle in the clearing to Seung.


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http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/x_and_y/Pancham.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 14
- Claimed the clearing to be his
- Hit Sigrún with Brick Break
- Called his friends and then trying to sneak around Seung for an attack

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/214heracross.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 16
- Doesn't want to fight specifically, but wants them to leave
- Big and Strong; can't see Zhu

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/309electrike.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 09
- Preparing Thunder
- Will attack anyone on Seung's side who moves first; can't see Zhu

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/387turtwig.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 12
- Helping out his friends, Solar Beam turn 1/2
- Can't see Zhu

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Seung could hear beings moving in the clearing, though she did not know what they did -- only sounds of breathing, the wind moving, the occasional annoyed snap from a dragon that she did not own, could not own. Drakes were proud beings, and could not be leashed to a human. She knew this, even as she willed the bagon to understand, and did not attempt to call Sigrún back.

Kyung watched as Zhu moved, marked the trees with runes in a language he didn't know. He understood why the sneasel would do such a thing, of course, but for beings he'd never met and likely never would? Such a thing was -- was --

No, they weren't very good at connections. Or rather, he wasn't. If other riolu and lucario were like him, he did not know. He had not seen them; had grown up alone, in the mountains, with only the others that lived there for company. Solitude was a fact of life. That Zhu would take such care for his kind, for unknown strangers was -- curious. Intriguing. No, the word he was looking for was... surprising, that some would live in that way.

But the sneasel had not meant it as a criticism, and so Kyung let that go with a shaky nod to the dark-type and movement back into the clearing. The dragon in their midst earned a slightly curious, mostly worried look -- he thought he could feel her power, even from here, her potential, the way she could explode if just the right pressure was applied. It was in her aura, a malevolent storm that hadn't found a target yet. He shared a look with Mugunghwa, muttered words about how they had to keep an eye on Sigrún, or at the very least, prepare to run damage control.

Cooperating -- working with another, talking, planning -- that was. That was new, too. People and connections. Zhu and the other sneasel and weavile he would never meet. Remarkable.

Of course, whatever the two of them had come up with while Seung simply breathed, eyes closed -- he checked, glancing over at her every once in a while and hoping that she actually rested; humans were much more fragile than pokemon -- had to go down in flames when the pancham struck Sigrún.

The dragon, for her part, snarled, stepping back up from where she'd been knocked back. She did not even demand that the pancham take it back, Rage simmering under her skin. Would have charged for it, too, if the thing had not called its friends and redirected her attention elsewhere.

"You need your lackeys to pick up your slack?!" she asked him, shouting, mocking. She was a dragon, and they would all fall. The pancham was being dealt with by the annoying sneasel that had apparently chose this clearing, and she would have broken in on the fight to take the one who'd Brick Break'd her herself, too, if the heracross hadn't placed herself right in her path. She wanted to go? Wanted to face off against a dragon that badly? Sigrún would have no problem indulging her.

And yet it was Mugunghwa that moved first -- Protect coming up to block the incoming bolt of electricity that would surely have felled the dragon when said drake moved to the bug-type, a snarl out of the corner of her mouth. Fire was roaring in her blood, and she filled her mouth with it, aimed to hit the heracross where it hurt because burning things had always been a favorite of hers. She pulled a Twister around the both of them, also, because there was no such thing as overkill and the heracross was her damn opponent. The others weren't allowed to steal.

Mugunghwa, for her part, let the Protect dissipate, staring down the electrike. She smiled, all teeth, and her fur glowed, sharp enough to make Seung throw up her arm to shield her eyes -- Flash, she realized, even as the furfrou lunged forward with orbs of power floating in the air beside her, intent on hitting the electric-type.

It meant that Kyung was left with the turtwig and his Solarbeam, which, fine, he could sort of understand why none of the others had gone for him. "You said this place was safe!" he shouted at Zhu, even as he ran for the turtwig, even as he used the speed he'd naturally had and the prediction-sense that he'd been born with to make his strike land. And he was close enough, after that, to try and stop the grass-type with a Drain Punch, suck its energy and leave it dazed.

He didn't want to kill the turtwig, or even hurt it critically. Not really. But Seung was still behind them, kneeling on the grass and her sword out, and humans were terribly fragile. He couldn't let her enter the fight, and so taking care of the problem himself it was.

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http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/371bagon.png Sigrún, Lv. 16
- PISSED
- letting Zhu handle the pancham, but the both of you are dead after this
- used Rage (now if hit, Atk rises by one stage)
- Fire Fang on heracross, YOU WANNA GO? WE CAN GO
- pulled Twister on heracross to keep her there

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/x_and_y/Furfrou.png Mugunghwa, Lv. 12
- used Protect on electrike's Thunder, saving Sigrún who moved first
- used Flash on electrike
- lunging in with Hidden Power (Ground, Medium Strong) on electrike

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/447riolu.png Kyung, Lv. 09
- used Mind Reader + Quick Attack on turtwig
- going for a Drain Punch when he's close enough

Seung Lv. 02
- wtf Zhu I thought you said this was a safe spot
- not in the fight; her 'mons moved before she could

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Thunder cracked the sky and fell like divine judgment upon their heads. Mugunghwa leaped, jasmine-white fur turning into liquid light for a moment as her Protect took the hit and banished it like so much static on a wintry night. In the aftermath she raised her head, proud and pristine, her unscathed self the testimony to the falseness of that god.

Her Flash followed Sigrun's charge like a miniature sun. Electrike, who had balked at the ineffectiveness of his own attack, was fully caught by the flash. She yowled in agony and turned away, burned eyes squeezed shut. For a moment she panicked - could not see, could only hear chaos in her ears. And it cost her. Hidden Power pelted her on the head, on the body, condensed earth and disabling, and she howled as she went down.

Fire Fang did not so much hit as it was taken. Sigrun's fangs sank straight into the rock-hard carapace of the heracross's horn, the super-effectiveness and power drawn from her ability boosting the attack to a degree where it managed to soften and form some minor cracks - but that was all. Minor cracks. And as soon as she latched on, Heracross tipped her horn forward...and then struck her into the ground with the full force of Revenge.

And then slammed into her again and again and again, Fury Attack at its finest, silent madness in her eyes.

Behind her, Turtwig was screaming in horror. His Solar Beam had hit full completion, but before he could release it Kyung was already there. Quick Attack struck him right beneath his hardy jaw, knocking him off balance. And while he flailed, Kyung's fist-paw nailed him in the rib.

He could feel his life force draining. He could feel it. And suddenly, Heracross and her bloodlust (he knew this was going to happen, stupid Pancham, he knew they should not have decided on this fight) had to wait.

Turtwig turned his head and opened his aching jaw, and released the Solar Beam directly at Kyung's chest. The column of concentrated sunlight hit dead-on - the disadvantage to a physical attack: it put them too close together - and sent the blue jackal flying until he hit a nearby tree and slid down. The blow would leave him stunned with the whole front of his abdomen and chest painfully sunburned, but he was not out yet. Not yet. But perhaps not forever...

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Zhu heard Kyung shouting, and he would love to shout back and say he was sorry, believe him, please, he was only listening to what Whiscash was telling him and most of the time she was trustworthy! But the fact was, he had no time.

The pancham was new to this forest, but he was cunning and fast, and Zhu could see his fist glowing ever so slightly in the gloom of the underbrush. He moved with little sound, going left, creeping in the cover of the vegetation, and his eyes were fixed singularly on Seung. Why? What would striking down a human do? Zhu could not rationalize that. Except he did not need to; that sadistic little smile on its two-toned face was probably fair enough evidence.

Some pokemons despised humans with no reservations. Personal grudges, vengeance passed down by blood, that ironically human-like need for justice of some kind. They could all be motivations.

None of them mattered.

Zhu waited, his red ear laid flat behind his head. He watched the pancham, who had yet to see him. One, two, three steps. It was now directly behind Seung. One, two - it was now in attack position.

Zhu moved too. One-

The pancham turned a little too late and shrieked in bloody pain as sneasel claws raked down the left side of its face, taking out one eye and one ear. Power-Up Punch that would have broken a human spine was swung blindly at Zhu and dodged by the matter of a hair, the sneasel's clever twist of his hooked claws at Pancham's wrist pushing the fist away just enough for it to avoid cracking ribs. Zhu flitted away, stumbled at the next Brick Break that followed him, and leaped up. He sank his claws into the nearest trees and hauled himself to a better vantage point.

Pancham tried to Leer with his remaining eye, but the pain had twisted his face into something a lot less like fury and a lot more like fear. Zhu grinned, his tiny form radiating wickedness, and crooked a finger. Taunt.

Pancham roared, hurtling forward. His Brick Break slammed against the tree, shook it dangerously, and Zhu let go.

And landed on the fighting-type's head, kicking off with another Quick Attack before fleeing. His grin was wicked.


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YAY FIGHTSES!

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/309electrike.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 09
- Hit by super effective AND critical Hidden Power, considered K.O.

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/214heracross.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 16
- 50% HP remaining, used Revenge (egg move) on Sigrun and then 4-times Fury Attack
- Won't let up unless she's physically rebuked

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/387turtwig.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 12
- Hit by Quick Attack + Drain Punch
- 50% HP left, tipped over, poor kid
- Used Solar Beam right in Kyung's face, hahaha

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/x_and_y/Pancham.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 14
- One eye and ear torn out by Zhu; staggering with pain and mad with rage
- Used Bulk Up twice, will use Focus Blast next on whoever; probably loud enough Seung can hear him fine, now
Atk. +2
Sp. Atk. +2

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:mugunghwa: http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 12
- Fine

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/371bagon.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 16
- Not fine; paid a pretty hefty price for her rush
- 30-45% HP
- Pinned under the heracross

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/447riolu.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 09
- Not fine either; direct hit from Solar Beam
- 40% HP maximum
- Whole chest and abdomen badly sunburned

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/215sneasel.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 14 (Zhu) - Ally
- Skillful little snerp
- Playing dodge with Mr. Pancham, unrepentant
- Trying to lead Pancham away from Seung

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Dragons were sacred, in Myeongcheon -- it was part fact of life, part tradition. The fact that they were extremely rare to find, oftentimes only seen aligned with the government or with the odd Clan Head or Elder, had only contributed to the way that they hadn't fallen out of myth and legends. Keeping one such under her roof was -- odd. Sacrilegious, almost, according to the older ways. And yet her Uncle had found one, against all odds. And yet he had given her into her care.

There was a part of Seung that still boggled at the fact that Kyung had followed her. That Sigrún was, too -- that in the short time they'd met, the bagon had listened when she'd asked her to not set anything on fire. The dragonness had only moved after the pancham had struck.

And now the same dragon was being attacked, over and over, by a heracross right in front of her. Was suffering under the consequences of her own recklessness, and perhaps a more callous woman might have left the dragon to learn her lesson.

Seung drew back her short sword -- not her kum, she wouldn't even have thought of doing this if she had the curved blade and not this -- this over-grown dagger -- hefted it in her hand as if she would a spear, and threw it.

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Kyung had been knocked into the tree, and he stayed there, dazed. His chest and stomach felt burned, stung, but his attack had worked. The turtle had fallen over, he had felt the grass-type's energy moving into his own self to bolster his strength. He used that, made sure that he wouldn't faint when he moved, and struggled to sit upright.

The flash of light on metal was out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't turn his attention away. Not right now. Not when --

And then Zhu tore out an eye and an ear, and --

"How could you?!" was on the tip of his tongue, and his screech turned Seung's head. He stared at the way that the both of them were fighting behind the human, at the way that Zhu was -- was playing with the pancham. His smile was sharp. Wicked, almost, and if the sneasel had been merely thought-provoking before, now disgust flared in the riolu's gut and flavored his mouth.

"This is not the time," Mugunghwa snarled right back, turning away from her own opponent on the floor derisively. She didn't move to get in the way of either of the fights going on, but the turtwig that had knocked out their resident fighting-type with a single Solar Beam? That, she could fix.

She left the injured riolu where he was -- he wasn't trying to move, anyway, had slumped back against his tree with wide eyes for the sneasel and his ruthlessness -- and towards the grass-type, instead. Light imbued her form, and she molded it to her will: here I am, look at me.

When the turtwig was distracted, Echoed Voice. She didn't want to get tangled up in any tricks that he'd surely have as a grass-type when she'd struck. If there was one thing that Mugunghwa could claim to do better than her legend companions, it was that she thought before she moved.

And Protect had worked, already. If that pancham was going to lash out against anyone that was not the dark-type fighting against him, she was the only one that had a ready shield. Pokemon could be healed by potion or by magic. Humans were much more difficult. The furfrou was not afraid of broken bones.

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There was no euphemism, no better words for it -- Sigrún was pissed.

She didn't voice it, of course; wordless rage was a snarl in her throat, working its way up and out in a vicious sound. So what if she'd been thwarted by a stupid bug's Revenge and attempt at bloodlust attacks? She was hardier than that, knew that, and the winds around them were still under her control.

Twister took on a more savage edge, then, tore up the ground around them more viciously than it had before. Sigrún wasn't trying to keep the heracross just there, now; she was trying to tear it off of her.

The short sword that passed over her head aimed at the bug above was a surprise.

"DON'T INTERRUPT!" she snarled, and regardless of whether or not the human-source attack worked she'd repay the bug in kind herself -- Dragonbreath was close enough that it would be dead-center, and if the thing still wasn't dead, well, there was nothing wrong with a good Rage-filled Headbutt.

Either way, she'd make sure that this bug was going down, and hard.

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http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/371bagon.png Lv. 16
- pulled the winds still around into a vicious Twister on heracross
- Dragonbreath and then if that's still not overkill enough, Rage-powered Headbutt (+1 ATK)

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/447riolu.png Lv. 09
- used Endure
- staring at Zhu; in shock
- kinda useless at this point http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/emoticons/13.png

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/x_and_y/Furfrou.png Lv. 12
- used Flash on turtwig
- Echoed Voice-shriek -- gonna finish 'im off
- Protect if that pancham tries anything, though that's rather doubtful

Seung Lv. 02 Handler
- short introspection
- took her short sword and THREW IT AT HERACROSS
- may or may not have missed; short swords' balances aren't meant for throwing, but she is rather pissed, so. /shrugs
- hasn't noticed Zhu yet, ahaha

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Zhu's only response to Kyung was a twitch of the ear and a fraction of his perpetual smirk that promised a modicum of acknowledgement without compromise. He could not very well explain to a fighting-type his thinking any more than he could teach Kyung how to fly. Darkness was not an action and could not be wielded, like the riolu's. Darkness was embodied and acted upon, discipline rooted deeply in instincts and the will to survive reckless of all consequences. Such a human-heart pup would never understand.

So he kept going, leading the pancham away, out of sight of the party. The Taunt had wholly sunken into the creature now, mad rage coloring his remaining eye a terrible yellow. He hit hard, but Zhu was faster and not debilitated by a lost eye and ear, which threw off Pancham's balance.

It would be a lot of work for Pancham to adapt himself to his new losses, the sneasel reflected.

Right then the bear stumbled. An opening.

Zhu flexed his claws and lunged forward.

Here, let me help you.

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Turtwig was a solid fellow, but he was far from stupid. The moment he saw Mugunghwa's form glowing again, he immediately squeezed his eyes shut and slammed his feet into the ground, hunkering into his shell.

Echoed Voice rattled him for sure, but he survived it. And when the roaring Twister raged around them, as Sigrun, aided by the distraction Seung's sword created - it had hit, but rather ineffectively, a thunk on the hard carapace of the heracross - spat out Dragon Breath straight at the large bug - he popped out of his shell again and charged.

The ground shook where his footsteps touched, sand mixing into the Twister and disabling it - Wide Guard. He wedged himself in between Sigrun and Heracross just as the oncoming Rage-fueled Headbutt was coming, and took it for her.

And stood his ground.

Sigrun and Turtwig's heads were pressed against each other's in a contest of will, the grass-type's feet digging hard into the earth but no longer skidding across the ground. He pushed against her with all his might, smarting maybe but not yielding, and it was enough time for the heracross.

With a roaring hiss the bug swung her horn and took Sigrun by the side, flinging her back towards Seung and the rest of the team. Something glinted dangerously in her eyes now, even though her steps stuttered, and especially after Turtwig slumped in place, dazed.

"Stop."

It was Zhu.

He had come back, and had dragged a black-white body with him by the arm. Blood spattered his chest and a little of his face, but otherwise he was unmarked, and bared all of his teeth at the remaining two pokemons. "We won," he snarled, "absolutely. Leave, or we will kill you too."

The heracross looked at him, baleful, then stepped forward. Zhu shoved the body he had been dragging towards her, and she caught the blinded, bleeding pancham. Without a word, she grabbed both the electrike and the dazed turtwig and retreated.

"Let them go," said Zhu to any attempts at pursuit, whether friendly-intended or otherwise. For Sigrun, he let frost race down his arms and legs, and licked his bloody claws. "They will spread the words, so none else will come to this clearing except for allies."

His ears drooped here, and Zhu shot Seung an almost-sheepish look of apology. It was he who had mistakenly led her to believe that this place was safe; that betrayal, too, was not something to make light of.

So he pointed to the bush behind where Kyung might still be sitting, and if anyone cared to investigate they would find a pile of goodies there. Old but unopened bottles of Potions, even a few Rare Candies (well, two) and a few battling items. Things other weaviles and sneasels had left near for Zhu to find, and they might help them yet.


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Aaaand the Spoils:

(3) EXP for Seung, for having won a Pokemon Battle!

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/447riolu.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 09 (Sore and dazed, midsection painfully sunburned)
+6.5 exp for the fight against Turtwig

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/x_and_y/Furfrou.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 12 (fine)
+3.5 exp for the fight against Electrike
+0.5 exp for attempting to go against Turtwig

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/371bagon.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335251.gif Lv. 16 (tattered and bruised)
+5 exp for the fight against Heracross

http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/215sneasel.png http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/e335252.gif Lv. 14 - NPC, no EXP
- do u still want me? c:

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