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Winter, Midmorning

"For good or for ill," the Councilwoman added, then shrugged. "Anyways, I do not have more time for you. Thompson, escort her out, then get her set up with a mission - you know what to do."

The man who had brought Kennith her starting gear and introduced the pokemon nodded and snapped a salute to the Councilwoman, before turning on a heel. He spared a slight smile for Kennith before he led the way out, pace steady and at a speed that she would find easy to keep up with.

"I'm afraid that will be the norm with most, if not all, of the Guard that you meet," he said, and his tone was not unkind. "You are not from the Village, and that makes you an outsider. But pull your weight and do good work, and that may yet change. I am Lieutenant Thompson, by the way - I'll probably be your liaison for the foreseeable future."

Thompson shrugged, and it was apparent that he wasn't from the Village, either, but he still had the tanned skin from one, with the dark hair from the warmer areas of the Region. "You need a mentor, though, and I'm afraid I have many more Guardian pairs to look after so I can't mentor you myself. You're far too young to be going solo, too, or to partake in the missions that our Guard usually complete; but you show promise, as does your young partner." He spared a nod for the growlithe, whether it was still outside its 'ball with Kennith or recalled, though at the latter he'd have a slight frown.

They'd be interrupted by a woman in the hallways, scalemail armor on her shoulders and a shield slung over her back. She had the dark hair of the Village and the accent to go with it, as she started, "Thompson, there you are, there's been an issue-"

Then she did a double-take as she realized just who it was by Thompson's side. She frowned, and it brought years to her face, though she couldn't be more than twenty-six or so. "Who's this? An outsider for a newbie?"

"Freshly sworn in," Thompson said, and his tone was dry. He didn't sound annoyed, simply unimpressed. "You think you can ease her in?"

The woman's frown turned into a grimace, but her voice was still willing when she said, "I'll trade you the Taylor-Chavis mess for this one."

"Acceptable," Thompson replied, and clasped a brief hand on Kennith's shoulder. "Take her to the main room later to pick up a milk run. I'll see you around, Cripten." Then he was gone in the direction where the woman had come from, leaving Kennith with the stranger-woman who had now put her hands on her hips and was appraising her with a glance up and down her figure.

Whether she'd passed the Guardswoman's inspection was unclear, as she raised a dark eyebrow and said, without much inflection, "You look a mess, girlie. But I suppose you're a Guard-rookie, now, so you'll have to do. Follow me."

She turned on a heel and led them both down the hallway, towards where Thompson had been heading before. "I'm Guardswoman Russell - you can call me ma'am or Russell, I don't particularly care. What's your name? Where'd you come from? You can't look more'en -" here she squinted at her, sideways, even as she led them through two doors and to a courtyard outside, hemmed in by the Guardian barracks' walls, "fifteen? And here, wash your face, you're dirty as-is."

Russell pointed toward a well in the corner of the courtyard, protected by a roof and with a bucket of already-drawn water beside it. It would be cold, as the winter's wind nipped at them, even in Doran Village and within a walled courtyard. Russell would wait until Kennith was finished, if she chose to wash her face, and not press the issue save for two raised eyebrows if the girl refused.

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Ken reached out to touch her new Growlithe, enjoying the feel of his warm fur. Beside the Rapidash she used to ride as a kid, she had never touched another Pokemon in her life and it felt good. Instead of recalling her new Pokemon back into the pokeball, she followed after Thompson. "Come on Flame," she said briefly over her shoulder, quickly picking out his new name.

Flame barked obediently and hurried to catch up, striding confidently next to her leg, tail slowly wagging in excitement. He'd never had a trainer before! He did his best to do her proud, pushing back his urges. The urge to run about and explore, but most of all the urge to play. Instead he raised his chin and puffed out his chest in pride, body still quivering with his excitement.

Ken continued to follow behind Thompson nodding her head politely to whatever he said. Ken decided quickly she liked Thompson but felt a little irked at his frown when he saw Flame outside his pokeball. She just got this Pokemon! She never wanted Flame to leave her side. She shook her head, biting back a retort at his dirty look. She quickly smoothed out her facial features and adopted a passive expression.

As they came upon the women, Ken decided quickly she didn't like her. And who was Taylor Chavis? Ken showed none of her internal feelings or conflicts, fighting to keep her lady face on. A lady never shows. A lady never show. A lady never shows, Ken repeated in her head, using it to calm herself. Ken gave only a curt nod to Thompson as he left, simply acknowledging his presence.

"My name is Kennith Cripten of Dedrius ma'am,"
Ken said politely with a dip of her head, "And I don't mean to correct you but I am sixteen." Ken kept a soft, respectable voice. Ken nodded her head gratefully, letting a few of her emotions show. "Thank you, I am in desperate need of a wash."

Ken hurried to the well and dipped her hands in the bucket, splashing the cold water on her face, scrubbing vigorously. It nipped and bit at her skin but she refused to complain and worked hard until she got all the dirt off. She stood back, Flame running to her side and pressing his warm fur against her cold skin.

Ken nodded politely at Russell. "Thank you," she repeated. "I needed that. And if I may ask where are we going now. I'm excited to start my duties as a Guardian." Even as she said she was excited, her face was still passive and held no emotion. Flame looked up at her with a cock of his head. He was worried. When he got a trainer, he'd always imagined adventures and play, and someone a little more fun. Not the emotionless mess he'd been given. He whimpered slightly and low, hoping no one could here, especially not Kennith.

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Guardswoman Russel shrugged at the correction in a way that likely made Ken wonder if she would actually remember her real age more than five minutes from now -- it wasn't callous, but rather the gesture of a woman with more important information to worry about. Clearly, Ken was firmly placed in the category of 'awful young' that was often reserved for low-leveled pokemon trying to struggle through a risky battle. An easy, one-handed motion from her took the well bucket and threw its contents out over the courtyard once Ken had finished washing, and the woman ushered her forward again.

"Don't thank me, girlie -- someone's gotta show you where the well is, and good heavens, but you'll have to be more careful about listening to what's around you in this line of work! You sound like you come from gold, wherever you came from -- working as a Guard here you'll have to lose some of those habits you grew up with, and havin' the luxury of not paying attention to your surroundings is one of 'em!" Her tone was still kind, despite the blunt chastisement as she steered Ken up the three stone steps to the door to the main room, "Main room, main room! We'll teach you better habits yet, don't you worry, but take care. You're in our city now, and the rogues will know that they don't know you and keep you on our toes!" she lowered her voice as they entered and added as an afterthought, "And the other locals might too--"

She was drowned out by the Lieutenant's voice when the door swung open with a gust of warm air from the hearths within. He was certainly making himself heard rather than keeping the affair he was apparently moderating quiet, and from the snickers around the room from eavesdropping off-duty guardians, it was likely intentional. "Chavez, I've told you time and time again that I don't care who your sister spends her nights with, and if you're so concerned about the way Taylor treats her then perhaps you ought to sample his goods for yourself! What you get up to on your own time is your own business, but if I catch you two squabbling on watch one more time... Unless your goal is to represent your councilwoman as the Mistress of a town tavern's back alley brothel, I suggest you keep your stories -- and your spears to yourselves. Do I make myself clear?"

Both Taylor and Chavez had the sense, at least, to look ashamed at the last charge, if not exactly repentant. Color was high in both their cheeks and the tops of their ears despite that, but whether it was from embarrassment or frustration was hard to tell. The healer who had been bending over Taylor's side straightened with a sour look on his pale, pinched face to look down his thin nose at the pair. He sniffed, and with a distinct air of 'this-wasn't-the-first-time,' left the room, murmuring a nasally pardon to Russel as he passed them.

At this, Thompson turned -- Russell was right about a Guardian's hearing -- and passed a weary hand over his face while he beckoned them over. When he let hi hand drop, though, his demeanor was professional (if professionally exasperated).

"Right, Kit -- ah, sorry, Kennith, yes? Ken. I've picked up a mission for you to cut your teeth on; with a little luck you won't lose any of them in the process, either. You'n Russell are going to be heading out to the Dust Market and making an effort to round up a pickpocketing gang -- Russell, you know the sort: street kids, whores' brats, shirkers," Thompson addressed the latter more to Ken than to Russell by way of explanation but continued without a pause for breath, "Gather 'em up and bring the ones who don't claim any parents back to the council hall and offer them page work for a berth and hot soup on the regular, our usual deal. Teach the young one to run and fetch and keep her own pockets safe while you're at it. Kennith looks like she hasn't seen the dark side of a poochyena, let alone had her pockets picked." A smile with thin-bladed humor behind it eased the truthful insult from cutting to merely uncomfortable, but he had made his point about where she stood on their totem-pole of command for the moment. Thompson scanned the room behind them with a flinty stare and, if Ken turned to look, she would see more than a few pairs of eyes hastily averted. Not all of them seemed as easygoing as Russell and Thompson in terms of accepting the outsider, either. She would have work to do.

Nonetheless, Russell nodded, saluted, and clapped a hand to her shoulder. Back out into the cold they went, though the spring sun was pleasant when they had the opportunity to be out of the shade. Russell nodded to her as they walked through the wider main streets and asked, "Do you know anything about the Dust Market? I'll wager that you don't -- you don't have any reason to. It's on the south side of the city towards the Crescents, in the slums. Old mining families whose jobs went bust, oldsters who lost their younger generations or their lungs to it, some widows... It's not a particularly nice place, but that doesn't make the people living there bad -- just poor. And poor folks' children learn fast that hard work isn't always as rewarding or fun as dishonest work. Do you have any errands you need to run before we head there? -- Actually, do you know the city's streets at all, or do I need to request a map from the councilwoman's scribe for you to study tonight?"

Russell would turn out to be an easy person to talk to as they walked, nodding and asking questions in all the right places for Ken to spin any kind of tale about herself that she liked. Russell would lead them past a few important landmarks no matter what her answer was -- the General Shop, the Market Square, a tavern called Cresselia's Wing that housed merchants who often came to them with some complaint or other, and a couple of statues carved from the native stone depicting oddly twisted figures or pokemon that Russell explained were meant to attract or ward away various spirits and ancestors. Along the way, Ken would see a few opportunities to broaden her team, if she wished.



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Ken's cheeks were flushed and she dipped her head in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?" she asked meekly. "I have been trying to shed those habits but so far with little progress. I did change my clothes though," Ken added, gesturing to the dirty commoner rags she currently had on.

Ken froze as she entered the main room and Flame lowered his neck and growled a long, low growl. He could sense the hostility in the air. Ken blinked at the two men being scolded and saw on was injured, only getting a glimpse as the healer blocked her view. She gripped the bottom of her shirt tightly having never seen a hurt person before. It slightly sickened her and fr a brief moment she wondered if she was cut out for this job. She gulped, relaxing her body and softening her features. Of course she was cut out for this job, what a silly thought. She just wasn't used to it, that was all.

Ken stared blankly at Thompson listening to his orders and keeping her face clear and unreadable though her mind swirled with thoughts. Pickpockets? She had seen orphaned street kids all the time from the window of her large room in her large house. Her mother had referred to them as rats and warned Ken to stay away from them. In fact, her mother had scared her of stories of the common folk, pickpockets included.

Ken dipped her head in response to Thompson's orders. "I'll do my best," she replied earnestly and even though her face was still cold and emotionless, the muscles of her arms and legs betrayed her by tensing up with excitement. Her first mission! She couldn't wait. Flame caught on to her enthusiasm and his tail started to beat the earth happily. He barked a joyous bark, letting Ken know his happiness matched hers.

Ken quickly followed after Russell, Flame keeping stride easily, paws beating the earth happily. Ken looked around as they walked into the main streets, staring around in wonder and getting her first good look of the place. She shook her head in response to Russel. "A map would be greatly appreciated," she spoke in a calm and polite voice. Ken continued to answer Russel's questions, not really paying much attention to her answers and simply focusing on what was around her and trying to take as much of it in as she could.

Ken stared at the General Store for a few long moments and felt a pang of sadness. She longed to have her family's wealth again, when she had enough money to buy everything in the store if she wished. Sadly that life was over and she would never see it again. Flame whimpered slightly, sensing Ken's distress. "What's wrong?" he whinnied, giving her leg a quick lick.

Ken shook her sadness away and hurried to keep up with Russel. As they kept walking, sharing in the comfort of polite conversation, Ken stopped periodically to inquire about a certain statue or the shops nearby, genuinely interested in this town which seemed so different from her's.

Ken paused every so often when she saw a new Pokemon and would stare in amazement. She wasn't use to being this close with the strange and fascinating creatures. She stopped and looked up at the Purrloin, staring at it awe and wonder. "It look's so cute," she exclaimed, infatuated by its beauty. It just looked so sweet and kind.

Flame growled a low, soft growl that was almost inaudible and he crouched back, fur bristling. He knew very well about a Purrloin's reputation for thievery and wasn't about to let his girl get tricked by the sly beasts. She may be too innocent and inexperienced to know a Purrloin's meant trouble but he wasn't.

Ken looked over her shoulder back at Russel and pointed up at the feline Pokemon. "That's a Purrloin right?" Ken asked. "I once met a lady who had a Purrloin with her," Ken answered, meaning lady as a noblewomen or someone else of great importance. "But I never got this close," she added. She turned back to the Purrloin with a pleasant, soft smile and held her hand out to the Purrloin in an encouraging gesture. "It's all right," she cooed. "Come down, no one's going to hurt you."

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"Keep in mind, we're Guardians - you'll get the hang of it, too. We're specifically trained to be able to notice such things. The clothes were a nice touch, but changing the way you've been raised to act is much more difficult." It was one of several such little bits of advice that Guardswoman Russel mentioned along the way, in the midst of little icebreaking questions and questions and answers meant to give Kennith an idea of what she was in for as a Guardian recruit. "And I'll get the councilwoman's scribe to give you a map to study, when we get back. Be careful with it, and return it when you're done - but it'll help you get the lay of the land, so to speak."

She was nice enough to not comment on the sadness that Kennith felt when she saw the General Market - but perceptive enough to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, if briefly, trying to reassure her. She wasn't alone, and she might have some sort of chance of regaining her wealth - though she'd definitely have to work on it. She did smile a tiny bit at the recruit's open awe of some of the wild Pokemon they met, but instantly went on guard when said recruit started getting closer to the Purrloin. Got on guard - but didn't warn her. Some lessons had to be learned, not taught.

The Purrloin eyed Flame a moment, contemplatively, and made sure to appear perfectly innocent. She wasn't well-groomed like the Purrloin Kennith had seen before, not the pet of a Lady, but she still looked fairly well-fed and healthy - something many other, not as lucky, wild Pokemon could say for themselves. She smirked smiled at Kennith's unknowing kindness, stood up, and sauntered down from her high perch - she was wary of the woman keeping a close eye on her, and the Growlithe that clearly didn't trust her, but this young child might potentially give her something she wanted. She walked close enough for the human to be able to pet her, and sat there with a perfectly innocent look on her face - it was an act that both Flame and the Guardswoman seemed to see through, but Kennith, perhaps, did not.

Purrloin was waiting, watching the three as best she could - for now, she was patient and calm, but if the opportunity stuck...then she'd pounce and be out of there, hopefully faster than even that Growlithe could follow. With that in mind, she turned her gaze to said Growlithe, eyes large and ears down just right, head tilted just so - all carefully calculated to take the much larger dog-Pokemon off guard, charming even his wary eyes. It would make her ability to flee much easier if she charmed them all, especially as this was only for attention and the off chance of, maybe, some food.

Otherwise, though, it continued to be up to Kennith as to the approach - for the moment, the Purrloin was within easy reach, seemingly begging for attention and being an innocent cat-like being. Flame likely still had his hackles up, knowing Purrloin's reputation, and the Guardswoman watched cautiously - but other than that, Kennith could totally decide to snub the cat and continue on if she preferred, or do whatever she felt like - it was entirely up to her. In fact, the other two Pokemon were still nearby, seemingly ignoring them, if she wanted to try for something else instead...

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Flame growled again, though appeared more hesitant when the Purrloin used charm. He was more unsure of himself. After all, how could something so cute and innocent be so dangerous. Still he kept his hackles up and fur raised, one paw in front of the other to help Ken whenever she needed it. He barked again, though he was sure everyone could hear the uncertainty in it and he scolded himself. He was supposed to sound confident no matter what, even when he wasn't confident. "Kennith please stay away from that thing," Flame begged even though he knew she couldn't understand. He tried to make her listen by pawing at her leg, trying to push in the opposite direction of the feline, and whimpering with pleading eyes.

Ken glanced at him briefly before pushing him away. She was still aware of the other Pokemon nearby but none were more cute or familiar than the Purrloin. Unconsciously it was that sense of familiar that drew Kennith to the Purrloin, that small part of her that still clung tightly to her old life, that was clinging tightly to the Purrloin. "Flame stop being rude," she scolded as she reached a hand out to pet the adorable creature.

Ken smiled at the innocent creature, instantly falling in love with its charm and beauty. "I'm sorry. I have no food," Ken apologized to the Purrloin, pulling out her empty pockets for emphasis. She had gotten rid of all her belonging when she had left home which included many starving days without food. Occasionally she would've spotted a berry tree and picked the berries, eating them all at once, not knowing when or if she would eat again. It had been a feeling she had disliked very much, a feeling she hadn't been used to.

Ken sighed, stroking her hand through the soft fur as she glanced back at Russell. "Why is Flame treating Purrloin so badly? Purrloin hasn't done anything," Ken asked, hoping Russell's superior experience with Pokemon would help Ken to better understand Flame. She knew nothing about Pokemon and wasn't completely baffled why Flame was acting so rude and trying to get Ken to leave.

Flame barked loudly again though this time it was more at Ken then at the Purrloin. Didn't she know Purrloins never meant anything good? He swung around to shoot the Purrloin a glare, moving closer to add pressure to Ken's leg. The message was clear, "she is mine and I won't let any one hurt her." He furthered emphasized this by peeling back his fangs and baring his teeth, growling all the while. "Don't you dare hurt her," he warned.

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The purrloin grinned when the growlithe’s growled warning went unheeded, and the young girl went right up to her, reaching out a hand. This was simply grand, the purrloin decided - the girl was giving her such a simple way to prove her innocence, and the cat pokemon did not hesitate before leaning forward, pressing her head into the girl’s palm and allowing the girl to pet her head as she meowed softly.

With that simple matter of trust resolved, the purrloin unfortunately became disappointed when the girl said she had no food. What kind of person traveled around without food, she wondered? Or had the growlithe eaten it all? The purrloin would not take that for an excuse, not when her mark of the day seemed to be so easily manipulated. She decided to bring out the next trick in her arsenal, and with a soft hiccup, she began to cry. At least, that was how it would look to Kennith, and perhaps to Flame - but the tears were not real, and yet she wondered how the girl would respond to the clear sign of disappointment.

The other human, however, seemed to be far less fooled by the purrloin’s antics so far. “Purrloin is a dark-type, which means that they often have nefarious goals in mind. This behavior doesn’t seem too unusual too far, but this purrloin looks a little well-fed for a street pokemon, and I’m not sure what she’s trying to do yet besides look adorable. Your Flame may be picking up on this, or it could be a simple case of fear of the unknown. He hasn’t seen much of the world, after all,” Guardswoman Russell said, giving an indulgent glance over to her protege. This seemed to be as far as she would go for the moment; at this point, she would allow the new Guardian to make her own choice, and she could always explain any potential ramifications later.

Kennith may have been new to pokemon handling, but her growlithe’s signal as he leaned into her body was unmistakable. The pokemon claimed her for his own, then ordered the purrloin to not hurt the girl. The purrloin had to let out a small chuckle, quickly turning it into a “Purrr…” as she tilted her head up at Kennith.

The girl might not have food, but the game of annoying the growlithe was getting more and more entertaining. When he had the audacity to order her around, she grinned, unable to conceal her joy from the girl and the other Guardian anymore. Forgetting slightly about food for the moment, she leaned over, rubbing her head even more deliberately at the girl, then displaying her claws to the growlithe. This, along with the way she continued to openly enjoy the girl’s attentions, served as a way to Taunt the fire-type.

Her game was getting a bit deeper now, but the purrloin was not about to give up. She had seen enough battling in her time that she anticipated being able to dodge if the growlithe attacked, and assuming that did happen, she would have the human completely in her claws at that point. And surely a poor, wounded kitten deserved for the human to go out and procure some food, yes? She had seen the ones in the uniforms like that before, and they all had enough to eat; there was no reason for this girl to be different.

With one last glance over to the growlithe to ensure she had properly angered him, a brilliant idea came to her. She would not just jump down the alley, risking the girl running after her. No, she would jump up, into the girl’s arms, and if the growlithe tried to hurt her there, he would be harming his own handler. It was perfect! Now all she had to do was wait, like the other human was doing, for some kind of reaction to her act.


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Flame growled at the Purrloin's antics. He just couldn't take it any more! Was Ken blind! Couldn't she see the Purrloin was bad, like all dark types. And when the Purrloin just suddenly stopped crying! It only made the Purrloin's sinister intention even more obvious. People didn't just suddenly stop crying! Flame growled again, before the fire built up in his mouth and he shot it out in a fierce Flamethrower attack. Ken flinched in surprise, too stunned and astonished to react immediately and only held the Purrloin tighter in protection as it leaped into her arms to get away the bullying dog.

"Flame!" Kennith scolded. "What has gotten into you? You don't attack defenseless Pokemon for no reason!" Ken glared down at her Pokemon, angry with him and only holding the Purrloin tighter as she continued to stroke it fur, trying to calm it after the sudden attack.

Flame's reaction was instant and he didn't have to think of it, it was simply instinct. He crouched, lowered his head, tail lowered between his legs, stared pleadingly up at Ken, and whimpered. Now if Flame had been smarter and more experienced, his sign of submission would have been a manipulation tactic to draw Ken's attention away from the evil dark type. But as it was, Flame was young and inexperienced, and his actions were typical of a puppy begging for forgiveness. There was no other intentions except he knew Ken was angry and he was trying to ask for her forgiveness for doing something wrong.

Ken's gaze softened and she knelt down to stroke Flame's scruff, feeling the warmth emanate from the fire type. "It's okay, I forgive you," Ken cooed to her Pokemon. "I know you weren't thinking. Just don't do it again."

Ken's face was mostly placid, hiding her true feelings and internal conflicts. But in fact, Russel's words had struck home and she struggled not to show her doubt. Still the wedge was in place and she couldn't help but doubt the Purrloin's goodness, wondering if she should just drop it and leave it quickly on the side of the street. Maybe Flame was right to attack the Purrloin? But how could something so cute be so evil? If a lady had a Purrloin then surely they can't all be bad, right?

True she had seen a lady with a Purrloin once, but if she had ever been allowed in the same room as the guest, her mother would've warned her about the dangers of that Purrloin and to stay away from it. For that Purrloin had a reputation for stealing jewelry and other valuables from people who got to close and the lady had done nothing but vigorously deny it.

Even with all her doubt, Ken couldn't put the Purrloin down if she wanted to. Subconsciously, a small, dying part of her clung to the Purrloin desperately as it represented that wealthy part of her life and represented the familiar. Ken didn't know it, but she felt bound to the Purrloin, unable to let go. If she did, it would mean letting go of a huge chunk of her life, a chunk she wasn't ready to get rid of completely quite yet.

Ken swung her head back to look at Russel, unable to resist meeting Purrloin's demands. "Is there any cheap food around here I can buy for Purrloin?" Ken asked, stroking behind its ears and rubbing its neck. Flame yelped in surprise. Now she was going to spend money on that foul thing! What was wrong with his new trainer?

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Russell continued to look upon the trio impassively, interested to see where this would go. The Growlithe had good instincts, and would definitely prove an invaluable partner - if his handler would listen, that is. Trusting one's partner, however, came with time, and certainly wasn't something to be rushed. If Kennith stumbled a few times on the way to that trust, well, that was simply the ways things worked. The girl was quite naive, to be fooled by the Purrloin even after the others' reactions. Regrettably, that trust would probably leave her as she worked her way through being a Guardian. Of course, Russell didn't know the connection between Kennith and the Purrloin - perhaps her view would change if she did, though she didn't seem particularly sentimental.

Meanwhile, the Purrloin continued to stare smugly down at the duo, haughty and confident in her success. The girl had fallen for it so easily, even after her Pokemon's warnings, even going as far as scolding the canine. Fools like her were the easiest to win food from, even if she seemed to be dirt-poor at the moment. Plus, the Growlithe's annoyance made a suitable reason to stick around too. She hadn't met one so easily provoked in a while. Still purring pleasantly, the wild Pokemon rubbed against the smooth hand. At the girl's mention of food, one eye slit open, staring smugly down at the canine before sticking her tongue out ever so slightly. Ha, take that. Having been so recently scolded, she didn't know if Flame would react to the provocation - though hopefully, he would.

The girl's supervisor raised an eyebrow at the request. "We can take a look around to see if any of the stands are closing or have leftovers. It'll give you the opportunity to pick up anything you've forgotten the first time, too. I know you newbies are quite scatter-brained," Russell said with a snort. "I'll take you along the usual patrol route. Might as well try to teach you something," she added with a grumble. She doubted there would be any cheap food just laying about. Given the circumstances, most shop owners and families did their best to use every scrap they could.

Assuming the girl didn't have any objections or questions, Russell would turn to lead the way. They'd retrace their steps first, past the larger, landmark places again, before circling back onto the normal patrol route. "Since you're new, we'll have you on patrol, just learning the ropes first. If you're lucky, you'll get some sort of mission with supervision soon, and we'll see how you handle that. Patrol should keep you occupied learning new things for a while, though," she said with a snort as they passed the general store once more. If Kennith wanted to pick up anything she had forgotten the first time, she should probably speak up now.

Regardless, they'd continue on their way again, this time turning to a dusty main road. There was a fair number of people around - not the crowd of Cape Augustine, but it certainly didn't resemble a ghost town either. The Purrloin had tagged along with them when they first set off, eager for food and the chance to annoy the Fire-type some more. She had decided to take up perch on Kennith's shoulder, sticking her tongue out at Flame once more before sitting upright like some sort of primly-raised Lady. Should Kennith display any bit of discomfort at the action, however, she'd jump down and instead strut beside Flame. As they walked down the road, Kennith would have the opportunity to ask one of the butchers if they had any scraps they were willing to spare, Russell following obligingly.


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Flame growled under his breath when the Purrloin mocked him with a stuck out tongue. His lip peeled back slightly to reveal bared fangs at the Purrloin but still hidden from Kennith's attention. He pressed up closer to Ken protectively, making it clear he would protect her from anything. As Ken followed Russel along the patrol route, retracing their steps, Flame kept pace with her, never taking an eye off the Purrloin.

As the Purrloin slid onto Ken's shoulder, he growled again though this time it would be inaudible to human ears. Flame fought to keep his fur flat so as not to receive another scolding from Ken. His dog brain saw Ken as the alpha and would go out of his way to receive her approval. Still, it was those same instincts that drove Flame to try and protect his new trainer from anything that threatened them no matter how large or cunning the opponent.

Ken paid no attention to Flame and only smiled back at the Purrloin, reaching up a hand to stroke under its chin. She felt touched that the Purrloin seemed to love her so much. She just couldn't stop feeling its soft fur. She even was comforted by the weight on her shoulder, it felt right and familiar. Still, after a few minutes of Purrloin being on her shoulder, Ken fidgeted uncomfortably, afraid Purrloin would fall from her narrow shoulders. She turned her head to talk to Purrloin. "Purrloin can you please get down. I don't want you to fall," Ken explained. lowering her shoulder slightly as Purrloin leaped to the ground.

Flame snapped at the air close to the Purrloin's tail, more as a warning than anything else and certainly not meant to hurt Purrloin; that would just earn him another scolding. "Hurt my trainer and you're dead," Flame growled threateningly, forcing his way past the Purrloin and trying to assert his dominance. His tail and head were raised to further add to the effect that he was in charge. Suddenly his nostrils flared at the tantalizing scent of delicious meat and he barked happily, trotting forward to one of the butcher's on the road.

Ken laughed, hurrying to keep up with her Pokemon which only helped to add to Flame's confidence. Ken bent down to hold Flame back gently, scratching at his scruff. Flame shot Purrloin a proud look, he had outdone her in this aspect. Ken had abandoned the stupid cat to play with him. Ken then stood back up to address the butcher. She paused for a moment, trying to collect herself and prepare herself for speaking in a more commoner dialect; she needed to practice getting rid of her wealthy accent. "Excuse me, do you have any scraps you can give me for my Pokemon?" Ken asked, gesturing behind her to her true companion and the other Pokemon following her. Flame felt a burst of pride that Ken had thought to include him.

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[[ +0.5 EXP for Kennith! As a side note, in this post, purrloin is an NPC pokemon, so it’s not within your control to say that she leaped to the ground. I’ll roll with it this time, but just a note for the future that mods control pokemon outside of your character’s control. Also, there’s no guarantee Kennith would find a butcher - you could say something like “if she found a butcher” but that’s also part of the environment that the mod decides. Again, I’ll roll with it, but keep this in mind for future reference.]]

The purrloin followed Kennith and Flame, the growlithe bounding ahead as he noticed a butcher. The man looked quite bored, staring at his competitor with a surly look on his face. Another butcher in the alley had a very long line, and the man in front of Kennith sighed at her request. “So all I’m good for is scraps, eh?” he asked, a menacing glint in his eye.

But then he relented, sighing once more and tossing something down on the ground. Noticing that there were two pokemon there, he added another scrap, and soon both Flame and the purrloin had enough to eat. “Sorry ‘bout that - but you’re the first person to even come up to me today, and Derrick… he said there might be some kind of downturn in business, but he sure isn’t experiencing it.”

Guardswoman Russell intervened then. “Kennith, what do you think might be happening here? What might we need to know to help this gentleman?” It was a slightly unusual thing to ask, but Kennith was in training, and she would need to develop a Guardian’s thought patterns in addition to fighting skills.

“My name’s Toby,” the butcher said, looking slightly more hopeful as he peered between the two young women.

Kennith would have a moment to think, but not much longer, as the purrloin would “suddenly remember” the growlithe’s earlier threat. “Purrr!” the kitten yelped indignantly, then looked up at Kennith with her sweetest, most charming look yet. She had made up her mind.

Yes, the girl seemed simple-minded to the cat so used to living on the streets, but that was the sort of handler she wanted. And if she was willing to make the capture after the fact that had just been revealed - well, the purrloin took this as the perfect test. She had received more than food from this initial interaction, she had also been instantly trusted, even if the growlithe hadn’t been on her side. And that was too interesting to pass up as well, a victim who was more than willing to play her games with her.

Guardswoman Russell sighed as the purrloin stretched cutely, then looked up at Kennith with wide eyes. “There’s no doubt about it, this purrloin is looking to be caught. You’ve got a choice ahead of you, but either way, we’re Guardians, which means we can help solve this problem for Toby.”

She thought of saying more, but decided against it, allowing Kennith to make the decision herself. Newbies would make their own mistakes - but that would not excuse her from the patrol or from helping Toby, once this business with the purrloin was done. Guardswoman Russell could only hope the cat pokemon wouldn’t interfere too much in their future plans…


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Ken thought for a moment about Russell's question, thinking hard about it. She wanted to get her first Guardian question correct. She looked at Flame and Purrloin as they ate the meat, eyes unfocused as she was lost in thought. She was just about to open her mouth and speak when Purrloin said something to her. She snapped to attention, looking down at the cat. Flame growled, jumping to his paws and fur bristling. What was the Purrloin up to now?

Ken looked at Russell as she said something about capturing the Purrloin. Ken thought for a moment about what she would do, considering it. She certainly wanted the Purrloin, unable to let it go. Flame growled, more angry as Ken didn't immediately turn the Purrloin's offer down. What was she thinking? She wasn't actually considering the Purrloin's offer? Flame barked to her attention and did his best to put on a disapproving face. Ken looked up sharply at Flame's yelp, what was it now?

"Flame what do you want?" Ken asked, annoyed at the interruption. Flame stumbled back a few steps and whimpered, gesturing with his head for them to leave the Purrloin. Ken rolled her eyes, making up her mind, though she couldn't be sure if it was just out of defiance or if that's what she truly wanted to do.

Ken then bent down, pulling out a pokeball. She then tapped it to the Purrloin's head, refusing to meet Flame's panicked gaze. If the Purrloin had been caught, Ken would've stood back up to turn back to Russel. Flame would've whimpered again, crouching back on the ground to sulk. He didn't want to be on the same team as that manipulative, spoiled cat!

Ken instantly got back into the Guardian's set of mind, thinking back to the previous problem and running through what the butcher had said. She felt envious that Russell probably already knew the answer and that's why she had asked. She made herself feel slightly better, thinking that someday she could figure out problem that easily to know the butcher's problem. Of course she didn't know if Russell knew the answer for sure, Ken was only guessing but that didn't stop the feelings of jealousy, Ken kept well hidden.

"Maybe this Derrick lied to Toby and hadn't expected a downturn in business," Ken was guessing, a hopeful look on her face and a tightening of the chest as she held her breath in anticipation of the answer, hoping with all her heart that she was right.

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    As Kennith tapped the purrloin's head, the little cat would let herself be drawn in. The ball only wobbled once before stopping, and the little noise confirming a catch was heard.

    Kennith could pick up the pokeball containing her new purrloin and continue on with her mission now. Once Kennith looked back at her, Russell would school her face into the cool Guardian demeanor that she favored. "Now that that business is done, let us continue with our work." The elder guardian hoped the purrloin wouldn't interfere in any of their work; dark-types were tricksy things, full of vinegar and poison.

    Once the purrloin was caught and Kennith gave her thoughts on the possible reason for the downturn in Toby's business, Russell would look at her a few seconds to see if Kennith would add anything. Whether she did or not, Russell would continue on with her questions.

    "That is possible, but before we come up with any theories we should get more evidence." Russell turned to Toby then, intending on asking the butcher a few questions.

    "Who is Derrick to you? Do you have any reason to suspect he might lie?"

    Toby shook his head at the second question, before backtracking and answering the first. "Derrick is a friend of mine. He's good folk, most of the people down here are. He said there was a problem with one of the recent shipments down here, so people would have less to spend."

    "I see." Guardian Russell was clearly storing information in her brain, and she turned to Kennith. "Will you remember all that? Guardians often have to remember many different things over the course of a mission."

    She would turn back to Toby afterwards. "I have one more question - do you know where we can find Derrick?"

    "He likes to hang out at the One-Eyed Swanna. It's an inn nearby."

    Guardian Russell would give Kennith a chance to ask any question she had, and once they was done she would tell Kennith that they were going to find Derrick and try and figure out how to fix Toby's problem.

    The One-Eyed Swanna was a couple of streets away, a dingy little inn with dirtied windows. Guardian Russell would enter it with no fear. She approached the bartender first, asking where Derrick was - the bartender pointed to the end of the bar, where a short dark-haired man with a goatee was drinking a beer.

    Russell would nudge Kennith with her hand. "That's our man. What do you think we should do?"

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Ken stood back up, ready to place the pokeball with her new Pokemon into her bag when it popped open of its own accord and Purrloin flashed into view, licking one paw and rubbing it over her face peacefully. Flame growled under his breath as the feline shot him a look. He knew she was only doing this to annoy him. Still, Purrloin pretended to ignore him and stood up on graceful paws to rub along Ken's leg smugly. Purrloin's face wrinkled up in distaste when Ken momentarily ignored her to pay attention to her guardian duties. Flame smiled a smug smile at Purrloin, "ha!" the smile said.

Ken payed attention to everything Toby said, noting every detail. Flame's attention swung from Purrloin to Ken as he stood straighter and pressed up against her leg, pushing Purrloin to the side. Ken needed him now to be her faithful partner. He listened to everything the butcher said as well, struggling to remember anything his trainer forgot. Unfortunately, with his crappy dog-like short term memory, Flame forgot everything almost right away. He only managed to grasp onto one detail and that was only because he kept repeating it in his mind, not focusing on anything else. He only remembered the part about Derrick saying there was a problem with a shipment.

Purrloin on the other hand as she was pushed aside, remembering every detail with ease. In comparison to Flame, her cat-like short term memory held onto every detail with ease, able to store knowledge for hours. She was prepared to show Flame up, not standing for his rough treatment of her. She pretended to let her anger slide right off her and moved to wrap herself around Ken's other leg, purring loudly.

As Russel turned back to Ken she nodded her head slowly, mouthing all the words she had to remember. "Yeah I think so," Ken muttered after some time, instinctively leaning more on Flame and taking comfort from his presence. That was all Ken said, not used to saying much except to answer a question. She certainly didn't feel comfortable asking her own questions concerning the problem, not knowing what to ask for her questioning so instead she just followed Russell's lead, jotting down mental notes for when someday she had to question other people.

Purrloin's head bobbed up as the One-Eyed Swanna was mentioned. She had never been inside but had passed the inn on multiple occasions. Maybe she could show up Flame in this aspect, knowing the streets and roads in Doran Village. Purrloin stood tense and ready, eager to get moving.

As Russell led the way to the inn, Purrloin walked next to her, confident in where she was going that she didn't have to follow Russell and instead chose to walk next to the guardian, head held high. Flame growled again, tensing as we walked next to Ken. He wanted to bite her sooo bad! Especially that tail that kept waving in his face, mocking him. He bit his tongue to avoid snapping at Purrloin, knowing Ken would disapprove. As they walked into the inn, Purrloin trotted forward to leap onto one of the bar stools, sitting back on her haunches as she waited till her trainer and the other humans caught up. Ken stood by her Purrloin, unconsciously running her hand through the cat's fur.

Ken turned to stare at the man the bartender pointed out, turning Russell's question over in her mind. Ken gripped Purrloin's fur tighter as she was thinking. "Maybe we should just go up and talk to him?" Ken suggested, nervous if Russell would like her answer or not.

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Guardswoman Russell listened to Kennith, but when she realized that was all the girl was going to say, she took it upon herself to explain. “It’s all fine and good to talk to him, but we need a plan first, especially if there’s even a small suspicion that he was lying. Many people in this city are good people, but there are those who would manipulate a Guardian, especially a new one with unsure footing, for personal gain. We need to make sure that doesn’t happen,” she said. “If you think he’s lying, what might you be able to say to ferret that out?”

There was only a short time for Kennith to respond before a loud noise made the taverngoers stop in their tracks. Through the open door that the two guardians had just walked through, there was a harsh screech, followed by a sickening crunch.

Guardswoman Russell was the first to run out of the One-Eyed Swanna, then quickly stopped as she looked down at something on the ground. A hush fell over the crowd as they observed what looked like a face-down pokemon, an avian of some sort, laying on the ground. That was strange enough for a bird pokemon, but this one was also not moving, and the only thing indicating that it was alive was a shallow rasping breath that came all too infrequently.

“Move aside,” Guardswoman Russell said, adopting the sterner personality of a Guardian as the townsfolk obeyed her order. She knelt beside the pokemon, looking at it with a worried frown on her face. When she stood, she shook her head slightly in sadness. “I didn’t see any blood, so it has to be the head,” she said to Kennith. “The head’s a sensitive area. Pokemon wounded there don’t always survive. It’s an unfortunate reality of being a Guardian - we can’t save every pokemon that deserves to be saved.” She turned to the crowd, determination in her eyes. “Whose pokemon is this? What happened to it?”

Several people talked at once, but their stories all matched up: the flying-type was wild (or at least didn’t belong to anyone in the immediate vicinity), it made a breakneck dive from the skies, and had narrowly avoided breaking its neck as it plummeted to the ground below. Within minutes of the strange occurrence, people began wandering away, not wanting to watch the pokemon die, or simply unable to help it. There were many starlies in the world, and it was clear that no one in the immediate area thought it was worth saving this particular one.

Except for Guardswoman Russell, who looked like she had quite forgotten the man named Derrick who was peering out of one of the tavern’s windows at the gruesome scene. She took an empty poke ball out of her bag and gingerly approached the fallen bird, catching it and confirming the stories that there was no handler. “As a Guardian, each and every life is worth saving,” she instructed her pupil. “What do you think we should do to save this one?” Her keen eyes sought Kennith’s face, looking for true Guardian material. How would Kennith demonstrate this?


As expressed in your training post, this is Rook the starly, and he is in critical condition from a brain injury. You have 2 IC days to get him to a handler without the guarantee of brain damage (there still may be brain damage otherwise, but after 2 days it’s guaranteed). After 5 IC days, even if Rook has been kept in his ball, he will die of his injuries.

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