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 Brenda Shiell's Travels, Mindir.
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Brenda rose, waiting patiently while the Councilman searched for something in the drawers of his desk. Her mother, with proud tears running down her cheeks, was standing to the side of the room, watching her daughter with her emotions written plainly on her face and Blade’s pokeball in her hand. The treecko had been returned and shortly her mother left the room, leaving the young woman to face her mission. Before she left, the older woman made sure to give her daughter a hug and say her goodbyes, asking her to come home and tell her all of what had happened as soon as she was able.

Pia left the room, leaving Brenda alone with Councilman Wolfrum and a pair of stoic guards standing silently by the door. The Councilman beckoned her over with a gesture of the hand, the other clutching a piece of parchment with the details of her very first mission written upon it. ”Come, Miss- no, Guardian Shiell. You must pay careful attention to the details of your mission, because you set out in only an hour. Your mentor, Angus Fletcher, has already been briefed on the mission and is waiting for you at the Altaria’s Nest, an inn near the city gates. Surely he is eager to begin as soon as you are ready, Guardian Shiell.”

The Councilman cleared his throat and adjusted his spectacles before he began to explain her mission, taking another glance over the information on the page. Whatever was written there caused his lips to curve into a small frown, but the slight change in emotion was quickly masked when he began to speak. ”I understand you’re serious about the Guardians and what we do, so I am going out on a limb here and giving you a serious mission. You’ll need to be on your best behaviour, I hope you understand; people’s lives are at risk here. On one of the most popular swimming beaches on the north-western side of the island, the local population of goldeen has become suddenly hostile and have begun attacking both swimmers and the native pokemon. Several people have needed to be seen by the healer because of it, and the wild pokemon are only becoming agitated and causing more of a disturbance. Your task is to find out what is causing this unusual behaviour and put a stop to it as soon as you possibly can. I’ll expect a report when you return, so make sure to keep your eyes open.”

Giving the young woman a few moments to understand her mission, the Councilman returned the piece of paper to the desk, marking something on it with a swanna-feather quill before filing it away in the drawer it had come from. Then, with a subtle gesture of his hand that would normally have looked like nothing at all, Councilman Wolfrum summoned his bronzong, the large steel pokemon floating into the room, hovering several inches in the air. He smiled to the psychic, calling out: ”Bronzong! Fetch Miss Shiell’s things from the other room, will you?’ There was an odd humming noise in response and the bronzong was off, back out of the room only to return moments later with a large leather bag hovering in the air before it.

The bag was handed to Brenda, and Wolfrum explained: ”Those are some items to help get you started, as well as a little welcome bonus of gold. That’ll be useful for purchasing a weapon, whatever you might happen to have in mind. I hear the General Store just got in a shipment from Fough Place, so you ought to have a good selection over there.” His expression softened, and the Councilman smiled at Brenda. ”You’ll do well on this mission – you are a Shiell, after all. Good luck, Guardian Brenda.”

And with that, she was left to show herself out, unless, of course, she had forgotten the way, in which case she could ask one of the silent guards at the door for an escort. From there, she was free to head to either the General Store or the marketplace to look for a weapon and any other supplies she might need for the mission ahead of her. Meeting her new partner would be a priority as well, lest she be trapped facing the mission with a magikarp. Other than that, she would best head over to the Altaria’s Nest and meet her mentor.

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Brenda was quick to say her farewell to Pia as it gave her a lot of mixed feelings. She had thought for a moment her mother would have been her mentor, which she would have loved, though she was proud of getting to stand on her own legs without her parents. And her mother's tears made it difficult for her to keep herself from crying, mostly of happiness and relief, but she would rather die than cry in front of Wolfrum!
As soon as Pia was out of the door she stood straight as she listened to her orders, doing her best to have a serious and listening expression on her face, though she found it hard to keep the smile from her face. When she was told she was going on a real and important mission instead of just starting a more boring daily patrol, she puffed out her chest in pride and raised her chin.
"I understand, and I will not fail you, Sir," she answered firmly and waited silently as he wrote something down, and sent his Bronzong out to get some things to her. She was disappointed for moment that she didn't get to see his Samurott and a wild idea hit her: perhaps it was because it was in the ball she hold! She had to look down to hide her embarrassed smile at the silly thought. A junior guardian would never get such an amazing pokemon before she had proved her worth, though who knew, perhaps if she was lucky, it was one of its offspring in it instead?
She watched curious when Bronzong came back with another bag, did she need more than what her mother had presented? How challenging would this mission be? Brenda was now more excited than ever, she would make this to the greatest first mission anyone had ever done and make sure it would be told for years to come.
She gladly accepted the bag and put the pokeball into it before she bowed to Wolfrum. "You are very kind, Sir. Thank you." She didn't knew what else to say and hurried to retrieve her armor, the egg and the other, much smaller bag pack, before she walked out the door.

As Brenda got outside the door, she looked around for a moment to see if there were a quiet place to change her clothes and see her what her new partner was. But as she couldn't see any she decided to go home instead, since it was only a few minutes away.
Brenda opened the door gasping as she had walked as fast as possible with her heavy burden, and she carefully placed the things on the floor, before she checked if anyone else was home. No one was and as she returned to the living room and saw all her belongings, she smiled from ear to ear.
"YES!" Brenda screamed happily and made a jump and started a victory dance throughout the room. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I'm going, I'm going I'm really going." She flung her arms out and stared laughingly at the ceiling: "Finally!"
She walked back to the middle where she had left all her stuff and opened the bag from Wolfrum, she picked up the pokeball as the first thing. She looked at it for a long moment, before she put it aside, she was too nervous of what it contained to open it right away.
She started to look through what else was in the bag. "berries, potions, candies.. Uh! A pokecard!" she exclaimed happy and immediately put it around her neck before skimming how much money she had. Then she looked through the bag from Pia and took most of the clothes out again. She didn't believe she needed it all and wanted to see all the things out at once, to rejoice that it finally had happened. She had some trouble according what to do with the egg and would have left it at home with a note, if she hadn't been ordered to take good care of it. She poked it and shook it carefully to see how fragile it was, but the shell seemed rather solid and she didn't dare to test it out more in the fear of breaking it. As she started to push clothes into the little bag from her mother, she paused and watched the egg thoughtfully for a moment. Then she tried to see if it fitted down there, which it did! She secured it with the rest of the clothes and pushed it down in the bottom of the bigger leather bag and the other stuff in top of that.
Brenda glanced out of the window to see how much time she had used, and hurried to get into the armor and tried on the shield on her arm before she fastened it to the bag too. She exhaled to calm herself and reached for the pokeball on the floor. She clenched it in her hands and closed her eyes tightly as she thought: "Please, please, please! Let it be an oshawott," though she wasn't sure whom she begged. She bit her lip as she let the pokemon out off the ball.

"Gooom." Brenda stared disappointed at the slimeblob in front of her, it was definitely not an oshawott.
"By grimer! What is thát?!" She said a little disgusted and the goomy turned to her and smiled friendly. "I thought he had faith in me and would sent me something I could actually use!" Brenda thought disappointed and sadly opened the pokecard to see what it was for a pokemon she had gotten, and her eyes were about to fall from their sockets when she saw its type. "Dragon?!" She exclaimed in disbelief and looked for the goomy who she couldn't see anywhere. But Brenda didn't get time to worry, as she felt something rub against her leg in that moment, and looked down at the goomy who was nudging against her shoe. She crouched with difficulty due to her armor and petted it a single time, before she pulled her hand back with a disgusted expression and she tried to shook of the smile on her hand. Goomy didn't reacted to it, since he was used to this first reaction, and most people didn't care after a little while. She pushed it a away from her shoes to avoid the slime, and didn't look happy when she saw the slime on the floor. "Unfortunately" she didn't had the time to clean it up at the moment.
Brenda looked at the pokecard again to see what it was for a pokemon she had gotten. "A goomy, huh? Never heard of that before. Must be one of the new ones?" She mumbled to herself and skimmed its attacks and it riled her he didn't had any dragon types. Though she didn't saw it as completely useless anylonger. She watched the slimy pokemon with much more interested and pride, before she glanced out the window, she had to hurry, and she rose. "Goomy. I am your handler, you are now working for The Guardians. So I expect you to behave like one and make me proud!" She called out and got a big smile and a "goomy," as response, which she hoped meant was the pokemon's confirmation. "As my pokemon you need a name. I will call you... Goyo! You better live up to it!" She warned him with a raised finger not thinking of that he maybee didn't knew what it meant. Then Brenda called him into his pokeball, grabbed her bag and hurried out of the door.

As Brenda knew the city well, she had no trouble finding the fastest way to the General Store, and she even get to look up goldeen on the pokecard as well, though it meant she was close to run straight into people several times. When she arrived, she burst into the store and walked straight to the desk and called out to the sales person. If she interrupted other customers she would sent them an apologizing look say she was in a hurry, and then ask for what she needed: A one handed battle axe, preferable with a blunt end, a (escape) rope, 2 potions, 2 antidotes and 2 Ice heal.
As soon as she got what she wanted, or as close as she could get with the axe, she would hurry out of the door again and head for the inn.
Brenda stopped in front of the door to the gasping for air, it was hard to run in the armor and the trip to the store had taken more time than she had expected (ignoring all the time she had used dancing around at home). She used the sun as a indicator again and was pretty sure she wasn't too late. As soon as she had caught her breath she called out Goyo and told him to follow her closely and stay at her side, before she straightened her back and walked into the inn.
Inside Brenda proudly looked around and politely called out loud: "Guardian Fletcher?" and waited for someone to response.

(ooc: with the axe I thought about something like this picture, though with an blunt back that is more like a hammer, and perhaps not so fancy http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/Emoticons/13.png - though she would love this. And I'm not sure if this one-handed axe is a Battle axe or not)

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The General Store was quite busy when Brenda arrived, with plenty of young men admiring the shiny new weapons and armour on display at the front of the shop. A pudgy, red-faced man took payments and wrote numbers into a yellowed book with a swanna-feather pen, glancing nervously down the line of people waiting to pay for their orders every few moments. At the other end of the counter stood a woman, her face stern and her eyes sharp as she watched the shoppers. By her side stood a heavily-muscled primape that looked ready to quickly take care of any thieves that were foolish enough to attempt to rob the general store. Despite how large and crowded the shop was, the pair and their pokemon seemed to have everything under control.

That said, Brenda’s loud, abrupt entrance was not looked upon too fondly, even with her new guardian insignia visible. The primape growled irritably, staring down the crowd with narrowed eyes as it searched for the cause of the disturbance, the thin woman at his side doing much the same. The nervous man at the counter, however, was far too flustered to bother arguing with the Guardian when she listed her requests to him and he quickly scuttled off to retrieve the items. Angry grumbling and several rude comments came from the other customers who had been waiting patiently in line for quite a while now, though none of them made any real move to do anything about their displeasure. She would receive glares if she dared to look at any of them, however.

The man returned surprisingly quickly, his arms piled high with the items Brenda had asked for. These he carefully placed down on the counter before slipping away once more to select three axes that he felt she would like. He placed these down alongside the items, allowing the Guardian to look over each and see which she liked best. In the end, she was able to find one that was quite similar to what she had set out to find, perhaps only due to being lucky enough to come into the shop just when they received their new order. The shopkeeper, made even more nervous by the grumbling of the customers behind Brenda, packed the Guardian’s purchases up into a cloth bag, leaving her chosen axe loose so that she could wear it on her belt. Gold exchanged hands, and soon enough, she was back out on the streets of Seaway.

It didn’t take long to reach the Altaria’s Nest from the General Store’s central location, and it was almost impossible to miss the bustling pub as she approached. The building seemed quite well-kept from the exterior, freshly painted white with an artistic design of a resting altaria drawn on the sign which hung above the door, swinging slightly in the gentle wind. Joyous voices and the sound of a lively tune could be heard from within, and the mixed scents of delicious food and drinks drifted out to meet her, as well as several meowth who prowled around the building in search of scraps.

A bell jingled when Brenda pushed open the door, though the sound was swallowed by the sound of merrymaking; a trio of musicians played in one corner while tables of people chatted and laughed loudly throughout the crowded inn. The bar was close to the door, and the barman, a bald fellow with a braided beard, gave the Guardian a curious glance, wondering if there was some trouble she had come to pursue. He was quickly distracted by customers shouting for more ale and was led away before he could ask her of her business.

The young woman’s first call was lost in the roar of voices and music, but when she tried again, louder this time, several people nearby paused what they were doing to turn and look at her. They murmured to themselves, probably wondering who Brenda was, but said not a word to her, and it seemed that they would be no help at all under a ginger-haired man toward the back of the room stood and began to make his way over to her. His face was ruddy from drink but his walk was even and confident, that of someone of rank, though this man dressed like a commoner.

Without stumbling once, he approached Brenda, a playful smile on his face as he gave an exaggerated bow, holding his hand out to her as though to kiss it in greeting. Whether she accepted or not, he didn’t miss a beat, his hazel eyes sparkling as he chimed: ”Angus Fletcher’s the name. What a pleasure it is to make your acquaintance, fine lady.” The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath, but he paid it no mind. ”I don’t recall having seen your face around here before, nor the other taverns of this fine city. Are you new to Seaway, milady? ‘Tis a fine city, but it’s wine is finer yet!”

There was some awkwardness when Brenda explained the purpose of her visit to the Altaria’s Nest and her mentor realized that he wasn’t truly being hunted down by a beautiful woman for no more than his courage and dashing good looks. He was quick to recover, though, needing only another bottle of ale to set things right again, and soon enough, the pair of them were out and headed toward the city gates. Having picked up his equipment from the barman before leaving, Angus was now wearing his suit of scalemail armor, his plain steel helmet hanging from his belt alongside his pokeballs and a short sword. A quiver of arrows and a longbow hung at his back, it’s craftsmanship marking it as his main weapon when compared to the basic steel of his sword.

After a few moments of walking in silence, Angus tried to spark a conversation, though he still seemed a little put off from his misunderstanding earlier. ”Tell me, Brenda Shiell, why did you decide to join the Guardians? I know of your parents, of course, but when I was your age, following in my old man’s footsteps was the last thing I wanted to do. A life of cobbling was a nightmare.” The older man chuckled, shaking his head at the memory.

”Say, I have an idea.” The senior guardian paused for a moment, waiting for Brenda to ask to hear it. Even if she seemed uninterested, he continued on excitedly. ”How about we do a practice battle? I’m sure someone like you knows how to battle with pokemon, but you’ve probably never used the one you have with you. Each pokemon is unique – even two of the same species – so it’ll be a good idea to get to know yours before we start taking care of those goldeen. I have a pokemon that should be about that level, or we can find a wild pokemon … if you’re scared.” Angus winked, though he clearly meant no slight to her courage and was simply trying to light the mood.


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The grumbling around Brenda wasn't unnoticed of her and as the man behind the counter hurried to find what she asked for, she turned to the other customers with her chin high. She didn't regret at all, that she had ignored the line and did what she thought was her right, now she would fight to her death to protect those people who now was glaring at her. She hated to stand in line too, though there was no reason for them to know that.
Brenda was proud though, that no-one did interrupt or complained about it, that she already had had their respect, and she had no plan of destroying it, not at all.
To the others in the shop, she said: "Thank you for you cooperation, and I'm sorry I have to interrupt in this way. but I am in a hurry as I'm going on a really important mission." Then she turned back to the counter and waited for the seller to return. She drummed her fingers against the desk as she waited impatiently, she wasn't sure how much time she had left. She glanced to the ones who waited in line and commented: "I'll do it as fast as I can, both because I don't have much time, but also so you don't have to wait any longer than necessary."
To Brenda's satisfaction her orders was delivered rather fast and she quickly looked through the stuff and complimented for the things, before she picked up the axe to inspect it. Impress she let her hand run along the blade and studied the decorations and put it straight down in her axe scabbard on her right side, before she found her money pouch and paid the man. As soon as she had placed the other bought stuff into her bag, she nodded to the others and was out of the door again.

Finally at Altaria's Nest Brenda became worried, when no-one answered her call and there were no easy-to-spot guardian in sight. Was it too late already?
Then a man who definitely wasn't a guardian rose and approached her. She stared at him in disbelief as he presented himself as the man she was looking for, and he didn't made it better when he noted that he hadn't seen her before. So much for trying to get discovered through her hard work and training on the Guardian training grounds! Brenda hated to be invisible and ignored.
Brenda was silent for a while as she stared him down in the expectation that he would reveal this joke and tell her, where she could find the real Angus Fletcher. When it didn't come she narrowed her eyes and presented herself, politely but in a tone that told she didn't liked this game and wanted to get going. "Sir! My name is Brenda Shiell and I'm sent by Councilman Wolfrum to help Angus Fletcher with a mission of his."
Brenda found the following silence very awkward, and Goyo didn't made it any better since he rubbed himself against the man's leg to greet him. "Goyo, get back here!" She snarled at the goomy, since this was not the behavior she wished from her pokemon.
Brenda looked closely at the man as he got himself another beer before he to her devastation picked up some guardian armor and gestured her to follow. "How is this possible?" Brenda thought as she followed him out on the road, and finally had to accept that this was not a joke.
Brenda didn't answer his question at first, as she was too disappointed of the happening. "If this is my mentor, then the mission can't be difficult," she thought and immediately scolded herself for believing Wolfrum had lied to her. She glanced at Angus and thought of the only other option: that he had hidden abilities, though she found it very hard to believe in.
She decided to give him a chance since she preferred a interesting important mission with a mentor with hidden skills instead of a boring easy one with a drunk team member. She prepared to fend for herself though, as she had no idea if Angus had such skills she hoped for, and she would be ready to fight for them both if necessary.

"Why shouldn't I?" She finally answered his question, much more friendlier than before, and sent him a glance like she thought it was a really weird question to ask. "I think I has always known it was what I wanted to do, fight crime and such, and it isn't my parents footstep I'm following, it is my own," she said with a smile, as she wanted to go much longer than her parents, who was just ordinary guardians. No, Brenda herself was made for something a lot bigger.
Brenda looked thoughtfully between Angus and Goyo when she was offered a battle. "I agree that it would be good to get some experience in battling with Goyo," she said slowly and hesitated as she had to think how to say the next so she didn't offended him. She sent him a dry smile, when he asked if she was scared. "No sir, I'm not scared of the idea of battling a guardian, I have done that plenty of times already," she told him with a confident grin. "But I don't think it would be the smartest move, if we both have tired, or perhaps even injured pokemon before we even reach our destination." She told him and made a pause before revealing her conclusion: "If we find a wild pokemon for me and Goyo to fight, we will get the experience without too many pokemon getting too tired, since yours would still have plenty of energy. Besides, if I I'm lucky, we could maybe come across one that would be useful to catch too, like a flying type, or one who could be used as a mount," she said, while the last mostly sounded like she was talking to herself.
She smiled politely to Angus and the ordered Goyo to keep an eye out for something to battle, while she herself started to look around. "By the way Sir, I have only got a really briefly summary of the task we are on, what else can you tell me about it?" She asked Angus as she continued to look for any wild pokemon that could be useful.

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If Angus was put off by Brenda’s lack of enthusiasm, he did not show it. Perhaps by now he was used to being treated like less than the average guardian or perhaps it was simply the alcohol – plenty of it, by the smell – that allowed him to amble along cheerfully by her side, watching the pokemon that played alongside the path with a peaceful smile on his stubbly face. For all he enjoyed spending his days in the taverns of Seaway City, Angus had a different appreciation for nature altogether. The roar of voices was dimmed, the air was fresh and pure, and there were no reminders of a past he had left behind long ago.

The senior guardian didn’t seem particularly impressed by Brenda’s reasoning for joining the Guard, though he listened intently, nodding at the appropriate points. Her ambition was exactly what the Guard was looking for in new recruits, but it was something that her mentor had long since lost and this made it difficult for him to appreciate it in others. All the same, his smile only faltered for a second before he was laughing again, this time at the young woman’s professionalism, which he decided was unnecessary when dealing with someone so laidback as himself. He threw his head back, holding his stomach as he chuckled, though he tried to stop himself as soon as he was able so that he would not offend her, the daughter of two guardians Angus knew well.

”Good thinking, Miss Shiell.” He grinned, tapping his temple with a finger. ”I see your parents have trained you well, and now I’m all the more eager to see you battle. No need to be overly cautious, though, girl, I’ve got plenty of potions for… Goyo, you said? What a unique name! What sort of creature might that be, I wonder? In all my years in the Guard, I’ve never seen anything quite like him. Almost like a ditto, but … not…” Trailing off, he studied the slimy dragon that crawled alongside the Guardians, his brow furrowing in thought as he tried to recall the pokemon’s species. ”Must be one of those new ones, from the Pennants. I’ve got one myself that looks quite a bit like a raichu, yet it is partially Fairy-type. There are some strange creatures out there, I say.” Angus shrugged, the grin returning to his ruddy face.

Using a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, Angus peered around their immediate area to take stock of the pokemon that could currently be seen. There were some pidgey and taillow chirping happily in the trees, while further along a small group of mareep and deerling were grazing on the grassy field to the side of the route. Other than those, however, all that could be seen was a single rattata nibbling on some berries that had fallen from a bush. Angus didn’t seem impressed by their options, turning to Brenda: ”Well, you’ve got a couple choices here, girl. We can keep lookin’ if you want, it’s quite a ways before we make it to the beach.”

Angus took a few moments to collect his thoughts about the mission, taking a swig from a flask he kept in his pocket before speaking. ”Well, from what I hear, it’s all happened quite suddenly. One day, the local goldeen population – which is usually docile, if they even dare to venture so close to humans – began attacking swimmers: men, women, and children – even other pokemon. I didn’t think they would be all that difficult to keep under control, but after seeing some of the people that have been sent to the healer… Those little horns can do some real damage, I tell you.” He shook his head, lips twisting into a pained frown. ”They’ve been attacking the native pokemon, too, and that’s caused them to become just as violent. Everything from carvanha to magikarp have been hostile towards anyone that goes near, and it’s really taking a toll on the tourism here. When that’s one of our main sources of income, the Councilman is eager to do something about it as soon as possible.”

”Our job is to find out what is causing all this ruckus, and then put a stop to it. Personally, I think that it’s one of these new pokemon that’s to blame… They’ve probably moved into the goldeen’s territory and chased them out, into the areas where people like to swim. That sort of thing isn’t unusual when a new species is introduced somewhere they aren’t native. If not, though, it’s probably those Order rats. They’ve usually got their hand in whatever sort of trouble is going on.” The senior guardian gave a short laugh, showing his distaste for those who chose the less lawful side of life.

”Really, we won’t be able to do much until we get there. It might do you good to capture a Grass- or Electric-type pokemon, though; it doesn’t seem like little Goyo will have many moves that can do significant damage to a goldeen. Almost looks like a Water-type ‘imself.” He said, giving the goomy a glance that held both fondness and curiosity.


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Brenda didn't seemed to be too much bothered of his laughing, and even smiled politely to him, as she didn't believed it was because he found hilarious, or tried to embarrass her. She wanted to give him a change, and the fact he was her mentor gave her quite some patience with him, which was unusual of her, but she wanted to go far to reach her goal, even if she had to work with a drunkard. She also believed that it still was the alcohol which spoke for him, which worried her a bit. Either way, she couldn't get rid of him before this mission was done, so she better learn his strengths and especially his weaknesses so she had the best chance of getting through this successfully.
Her smile became much wider and prouder, when he praised her thinking and was eager to see her battle. Not that it was a surprise to her of course, she had been training to this all her life, so why shouldn't she be good at it?
"He is a goomy." Brenda quickly explained to Angus, and looked even more proud when she continued. "He is a dragon type, though he certainly doesn't look like one." She laughed friendly. "Goom!" Was Goyo's answer, though it wasn't possible to hear if he was just happy or was offended by Brenda's comment. "You think? I wonder how he ended in the hands of Sir Wolfrum. It is a rather long journey from the islands." She said and was almost sad when Angus turned the conversation to one of his own pokemon instead of Goyo. It was always nice to talk about yourself. "I wonder why he gave Goyo to me, what was his plan with it`?" Brenda thought, but didn't say it out loud, as she feared it was because Wolfrum had found the strange dragon useless and had found it easiest just to give it away. She had hard believing it, as Wolfrum was her biggest role model, so she hoped he had some plan behind giving the goomy to a new handler. She hoped it was because he knew she was good at fighting and could keep the rare dragon safe, if someone tried to steal him, or that he knew it grew into something amazing that would fit her very well. Though she could settle with, that he just wanted to see what it could and the easiest way was to send it on missions.
"Fairy -type? Wasn't there something with that and dragons?" Brenda thought of Angus disclosure, though she wasn't sure it really was a secret despite she felt it was like one. Mostly because she worried if she remembered correctly and if had been the pokemon Angus had planned to use in the battle against her and Goyo. "Oh, you have a pokemon from the Pennants? How have you acquired it?" She asked curious, as she somewhat hoped he had been there, and could tell her something about the newly discovered place. "And Fairy type? Isn't that the new type just discovered, and doesn't it have something to do with the dragon-type?" She asked him, as she had heard a lot of rumors about the Pennants, but she always took rumors with a grain of salt, and would like to get them confirmed or denied.

When Angus gestured to pokemon around them, she mentally scowled herself for not seeing them first. What if she had been on her own and on the lookout for a criminal? She had to be more alert!
She just shook her head of the deerling Angus had made her aware of, since it was way to feminine to her and too easy to scare in her opinion. Her mother had had one she had trained to hand out to new guardians, and they had struggled to find it every time it had hid for something that scared it. Brenda felt lucky it hadn't been her first pokemon, she would have died. Literally.

They continued down the path, ignoring the deerling, and Brenda soon found it hard to keep her attention at two places at once, when it wasn't in a battle situation. She frowned worried about the news of the threatened tourism, as she knew how important it was for the area. Even her grandparents, had quite an income from tourist with their tailoring shop. It worried her too, that the goldeen attacked anything there crossed their path, as it would make it more difficult to get close enough to see, what actually happened.
Brenda spotted a a pidgey that hopped around in a tree, but they were too common and plain her eyes. She wanted something more proud and impressive. Everyone had pidgeys as they were so easy to find.
She nodded in agreement to Angus' theories and they sounded plausible to her. "I see. Do you know the area we're going to? You know, where they usually lives, where to go and look for a solution for the problem." She asked Angus, as she didn't believe they just would go attack the goldeens and try to chase them away. That wouldn't help if they couldn't return to their old place, and then they would have to kill the whole shoal to keep them from the shores. "How far is it we're going by the way?" She then asked as she saw a rattata sitting under a berry bush and eating, It was ignored too. It was the same problem as with the pidgey. Too common and she had met too many rummage through the trash in the city. It wasn't really the picture of the proud and glorious guardian pokemon she dreamt of.
Brenda thought about Angus suggestion of getting a specific type for the mission, and thought about the deerling she ignored earlier. Then a mareep appeared like it was called and she clenched her teeth. It was not going to happen! She wasn't about to get a farm pokemon as her first catch, if she wanted one of those friendly pokemon, she could by one from a farmstead. She ignored it too and instead continued the conversation with Angus as he commented that Goyo looked like a water-type. "Well, he does really like water, but that is probably because of the slime. I think it is easier to maintain if the air is humid." She explained rather neutral as she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Goyo on the other hand answered by sending a series of bubbles in the air and made them explode so they dripped down on him.
Brenda looked closer on the goomy before she asked Angus. "How far out are we going? Are we working from the beach or do we go swimming?" She looked even more worried at Goyo. "And if we're going swimming, how do you think Goyo's slime will take it? Do you think it can stand it?" She could guess the slime was important for Goyo's health, but even too much humid could be dangerous. Who knew if it would dissolve in the sea and what would it mean for Goyo? Would it even be possible for her to use the goomy at the sea?

Suddenly Brenda stops and Goyo who had been following her closely in his own thoughts, glides straight into her boot. He looked confused at her and followed her gaze to see what had made her stop. In a tree nearby a few taillows where jumping around and chirped to each other.
Brenda smiled. There was something stoic on the way they looked and moved around, and Brenda knew that even though they were as common as pidgey, this was a bird of her taste. "Wait a moment Angus, I would like to try befriend one of those." She said and in her excitement forgetting to address him politely with a "sir". As she was about to go she sent Angus a teasing smile. "I'm afraid you have to wait see a battle though, as I rather want to try avoid it so Goyo doesn't become too tired or injured before the mission."
She left Angus to wait and made her way towards the tree. Follow me Goyo, and be prepared to protect me, if they are going to attack. She told the goomy who glided closer to her.
They stopped a bit from the tree and Brenda formed her hands like a funnel around her mouth and yelled to them. "Proud Taillows, hear my offer to you!" She started as she tried to get both their attention and good will at the same time. "I'm a Guardian who fights evil and bad stuff as I'm trying to make the world a better place. I'm fighting to protect both humans and pokemon, and I saw you and thought you would be perfect to help me with this. What do you say?"
Brenda didn't thought of if this was the right way to convince a taillow to join her, as she couldn't think any non-criminal would miss an opportunity to fight to protect others. Goyo did little to help her as he had no idea of he agreed with his new handler and if it would be a good life for the taillows. He didn't dare to try convince any of them to come along, as he didn't know if life would be a hell later on, and he had tried plenty of different handlers to know he could still be surprised.
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Angus raised his brows in surprise, watching Goyo’s slithering movements for some confirmation that the gooey little pokemon really was a dragon-type. Even “cute” dragons like dratini and altaria looked somewhat like their peers, but goomy? Not so much. The senior guardian shrugged, a silly smile returning to his face as if he couldn’t handle being serious for very long. He cheerfully explained about his own new pokemon: “Mine’s a dedenne. Haven’t really had much experience with her, to be honest with you, but she seems like a good pokemon. I got her from the Councilman, as you have with Goyo; he’s always trying to get me to expand my team – three’s not enough for a senior guardian, he says.” He gave a short laugh, shaking his head. “She doesn’t seem like a pokemon that’ll I get on with, really, but who knows. Maybe the Councilman will be right after all, and she’ll grow on me. Either way, her electric moves will be useful against those goldeen.”

The senior guardian nodded to Brenda’s next question, taking a swig from a water skin before giving an answer. Despite the slight slurring of his words, it was clear that he was rather well informed on not only pokemon but also the current events in the region.“It’s quite astounding for an entirely new species to be discovered like that, don’t you think? I had a hard time believing it at first, but sure enough, they are unlike any other type we’ve heard of. Some existing pokemon are even being found to be fairy-type: clefairy, togepi, snubbull… What a surprise it must have been for handlers of those pokemon! Yet, the strangest thing yet is that their moves seem to be super effective against dragon-types. It seems far-fetched, really, and I’m not sure I’ll believe it until I see it with my own eyes. I couldn’t think of sending out dedenne against a dragon.” He frowned, imaging the unlikely matchup between his pokemon and a fearsome dragon.

They continued on in silence for a while, Angus quietly humming a lively tavern song as they walked, though he made sure not to disturb any of the local pokemon and ruin his partner’s chances of capturing one of them. He watched Brenda with curiosity as she considered her options, perhaps trying to guess which pokemon she would choose. Angus smiled when she asked several more questions about their mission, amused by her eagerness and professionalism. He kept any comments to himself and went straight into his explanation, though Brenda could hear the laughter in his voice. “Well, goldeen are usually quite common all around Seaway and Maritime, and really anywhere there’s water. They don’t come so close to the shore normally and the water at the beach is much too shallow for their comfort, so it is clear that there is something amiss here. And, there’s the factor of their violence, too: even when they do encounter a human, goldeen generally tend to swim off rather than fight – there have only been one or two recorded cases of injuries caused by goldeen in a long time. So, I figure something must be driving them out of their usual location and aggravating them somehow to make them so hostile. This might be another pokemon or, more likely, some sort of human action that is bothering them. We’ll likely need to distract or disable them so that we can investigate, but I won’t be able to say for sure until we get there.”

”The beach isn’t much further along the path,” Holding up a hand to block the sun from his eyes, he squinted at the distance, trying to make out the shapes on the horizon. Up ahead, the carpet of green began to grow sparse, being replaced by sand and patches of tall sea grass. Beneath, the ground was rocky, trailing out into the water to form a low, crescent-shaped cove. The crumbling rock formation extended a dozen or so metres into the sea, where white-capped waves crashed against it. With white sandy beaches and clear turquoise water contrasting beautifully against the deep grey of the stones, it was clear to see why this had been such an important tourist attraction. Now, it appeared abandoned. Angus pointed, ”There, you can see it on the horizon there. Not much longer at all.”

Angus smiled down at Goyo’s antics, chuckling at the goomy but otherwise not commenting; for all his experience with pokemon, he had not encountered anything quite like the dragon, so he was unsure what to say. As for how far out they would be going, the senior guardian had to shrug: ”That really depends on what we find when we reach the beach. The answer might be obvious, and we might not even have to go in the water at all, but more likely we’ll have to do some exploring. There’s a good chance that whatever is bothering the goldeen is in the water, so I hope you’re not afraid of getting wet, girl. You can swim, I hope? Would be a shame if anyone living here couldn’t, but I must ask.” He laughed, giving Brenda a companionable pat on the shoulder. Her next question caused him to pause for a moment, examining the little dragon pokemon with a small frown. After a few moments, he shook his head, explaining: ”I don’t know if the salt of the sea will be too much for him – I’ve heard of a swalot becoming quite severely dehydrated by attempting to swim for too long. They’re different species, but their slimy skin is quite similar. I wouldn’t risk letting him swim if I were you, but he should be able to ride on your shoulders safely.”

When Brenda stopped to attempt to befriend the taillow, Angus nodded with a smile and stepped back so that she could have some room for whatever she had planned. Sipping from his flask, he watched her approach the playful bird pokemon with interest, though he had to stifle a laugh at her grand proclamation. There was no end to his amusement when it came to the novice guardian’s excessive (in his opinion, at least) professionalism when on the job; even to wild pokemon, she spoke as though she was in some sort of epic tale. He smiled fondly at the young woman; she certainly had the makings of a good guardian despite that he found it amusing.

The taillow paused their game as soon as Brenda began to speak, watching her with nervous eyes. They were alarmed at first, not expecting for the human to approach them so suddenly and with such passion, but, after some translation from Goyo and some conference between them, the pair of blue bird pokemon seemed to relax a little. They were still a little confused by the whole situation, but they were also curious, the brave pokemon they were. The stronger of the two ruffled her feathers before flying closer so that she could land on a branch nearer to Brenda, though still careful to remain out of the human’s grasp. She chirped curiously at the guardian, tilting her head as she examined the shiny armour and the woman’s blue-black hair.

After a few moments, the other taillow came to join his friend, sitting close to her on the branch. He was more cautious, though just as curious. While Brenda seemed to have piqued the interest of the birds, they seemed to be expecting something more before they came along with her. Realizing that the guardian wouldn’t be able to simply guess what they wanted, the stronger of the pair explained to Goyo in a series of chirps and tweets: If your human wants our help on her journey, she must first help us in return. Our family has lived in the trees near the beach for many generations – there is nowhere more beautiful in all of Seaway City. Lately, however, the wingull have been forced out of the water and they have taken our trees, leaving us with no home. There are far too many of them for us to do anything, but perhaps a handler could do something. Will you help?

The taillow watched Brenda anxiously, hoping that the message didn’t get too jumbled in translation, and also that she would agree to help. The flying-types didn’t know much about human civilization, only having seen beachgoers and the occasional handler, but they had become desperate enough to reclaim their home that they would risk asking for help and Brenda seemed as good a choice as any. Goyo seemed to be quite happy with her, and, luckily, she appeared to have an interest in them and that would do well enough. While her words of valor and bravery didn’t seem to affect the taillow very much, she seemed to have succeeded in earning their attention for another reason.


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Brenda couldn't help but feel relieved, that Angus had an electric type if they had to get up against a lot of water types. That sounded promising, and she wondered if Wolfrum had giving it to him because if this mission. "I wonder from where he gets all this new pokemon," Brenda thought and decided he probably had a lot of contacts that could help him with that. Who knew how many pokemon who passed through his hands on the way to new guardians or where ever he found them most useful.
As Angus started to talk about his worries of sending his "dedenne" against a fearsome dragon type, Brenda looked between him and Goyo several times. "I think she has already forgot Goyo," she thought amused. With a grin she said sarcastically. "Well, it is a shame that we don't have a dragon type that wouldn't be a deadly encounter for your fairy. Or else we could have tried out the rumors when the mission is done. What a shame, what a big shame."
Still amused at her own comment, she nodded at the explanation of their mission and she confirmed that she did know how to swim. Brenda smiled fondly at the memory of the days at the beach with her grandparents. The swimming lessons had been one of the few things that had been more a fun game than training to her, and she had enjoyed it. though it had been some time since she had been in the wet element now.
The smiled disappeared when she looked at Goyo and worried how he would coup with the water, but she decided to see what happened, since she couldn't do anything about it now. As she too shielded her eyes she shrugged off her worries and for a moment just enjoyed the view and what beautiful island she was living on. She had no trouble understanding that people traveled here to relax, and she wanted to make it peaceful and undisturbed once again.

Brenda studied the taillows closely and she was pleased they didn't run off as soon as they heard her voice. "Promising." She thought as she watched the female came closer, soon followed by the other. "They seem nervous, but I can work with that. I don't think they would have been worth a capture if they flew away just from the sound of a voice. If they had been too easy to scare, then what would have happen in a battle?" Brenda thought as watched the two birds with curiosity.
She had quickly spotted the difference between the two taillows and she was definitely hoping to catch the female since it looked to be the bravest of the two, though since the other one had followed so fast she wouldn't mind if she got that instead. Physical strength could always be taught, but the psychically could be much more difficult.
She looked between the taillows and Goyo, as it seemed like they were having a conversation which was a thing Brenda hadn't thought about. That Goyo could be helpful by translating to other pokemon and speak her case, was a thing she would remember and try to figure out how to be used later on. It didn't occurred to her, that Goyo could say whatever he wanted and even offend other pokemon to attack her if he wanted. He was her pokemon and she took it for granted, that meant he would help her no matter what.
As the pokemon stopped chatting the taillows looked expectantly at her while Goyo.. well, he didn't have many facial features, so she actually had no idea now he wasn't smiling. To be honest, that was the only two of his expression she could read: smile and not-smile. "What now?" Brenda thought confused as she got no explanation on how the incomprehensible conversation had ended. "Are they both going to join me or what? They definitely is waiting for me to do something. But what?" She thought and she sent a quick glance towards Angus. She couldn't let him wait either, they were on a important mission after all. She really hoped that anyway.
Brenda took a quick decision and gentle dropped her back on the ground and opened it. She paused surprised for a moment when she saw the egg, which she had happily forgotten everything about. She pushed her hand beside it to find an empty pokeball and closed the back once again, as she neither had the time nor the interested to take a closer look at what it hid.
As Brenda rose again, with her bag back in place, she held forth the pokeball to the taillows. "You wanted to join?" She asked them, but none of them flew straight to her and after a silent, nervous moment she pulled her arm back. After another moment watching them she shrugged and said to them: "I'm not sure what you want. but if you want to come along and see how a life with me would be, you can just follow us." She said with a politely smile before she with no other words turned to Angus.
She gestured to him that they could continue, when he got close enough to hear her, she would tell him her the reason she was more or less leaving the birds, whenever he asked about it or not. "To be honest I'm not sure what they wanted. I can't understand pokemon speech, Sir" she said with a wry smile. "They would be a good addition to the team I think, as they didn't run when I approached them. But as they probably doesn't have a really effective move against the goldeens, I don't think It is worth to risk Goyo's strength in a battle to capture one." She continued with a hint of defiant in her voice, like she expected Angus to scold her.

Goyo looked resentfully after Brenda as she join Angus, not even looking in his direction to see if he followed. He knew she expected him to do so by himself, but he wanted to apologize to the birds first. He guessed he had to be fast about it though, if he wanted a chance to catch up with her afterwards.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know how to explain it to her." he said apologizing to the taillows. "Unfortunately I can't just do a guessing game.." He tried to explain and waved with his antennae to emphasize his point. It was difficult to make gestures without limbs or facial expressions with the few features he had. "But if you want, I think it would be easier just to show her the problem. I'm sure she will help since her job as a Guardian is to protect and help whoever is in need" He told them avoiding that they mostly helped humans. He then paused to look at the taillows thoughtfully. "You said the wingulls, who are chasing you from your trees, is usually living out in the sea?" He repeated them to be confirmed he had heard them correctly. "And that something has chased them ashore?"
A big smile appeared on his face. "That sound really much like the job the humans already are going to solve!" He explained happily. "They have been told about goldeens who too has been chased off, and now are attacking anything that crosses them.They are on their way to figure out what is happening and try to stop it and turn things back to normal. But all help would be welcome, and it will be really appreciated if you would help getting your trees back yourself." He said excited and hoped it would solve the problem.
He couldn't stay much longer and chat with them though, as Brenda continued to get further and further away. He had to move now to catch up with her. He waved with his antennas in an attempt to make an inviting gesture to the taillows to follow him and the humans, before he set off after Brenda.
When he reached her, she was asking Angus what they should do with their metal armor and weapons, since they definitely wouldn't like to be soaked by seawater. As far as Brenda knew, it would make them corrode and she wanted to avoid destroying her precious axe and shining new armor from damage on her very first mission!

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Angus watched the pokemon converse with a faint smile on his face, occasionally gazing over at Brenda to see how she was reacting to the situation. He hadn’t known her long – no more than an hour – but already the senior guardian had a feeling that she would be frustrated by the negotiations in a language she could not understand. He knew no more pokemon speech than she did, but through his time in the Guard, he had learned to recognize their tones well enough to get the general idea of what they were trying to say. These taillow sounded worried, maybe even afraid, and it sounded as though they were asking Goyo and Brenda for help… but what they needed help with, that would be up to the goomy to translate.

He sipped from his flask as Brenda offered the pokeball, wanting to see how she would act on her own rather than instructing her. If she made a mistake, she would learn from it, and if she was successful, that success would be completely her own. If she asked him for advice he would be glad to give it as well as several stories to illustrate his point if she was willing to listen, but as long as she was willing to lead the way, he would let her. Pocketing his flask, he made his way over to meet Brenda, who seemed to have given up her attempt at capture.

With his easy smile in place, he stepped into pace with the young woman and studied her face as he asked: “So, what happened back there, girl? Decide not to capture the birds after all?” She explained, and he listened silently, nodding, though he couldn’t keep the smile from his lips when she called him ‘sir’ and still seemed to expect him to chastise her for failing to capture the taillow. Even so, he tried to keep a straight face as best he could so as not to offend the novice guardian. “Aye, it is useful to have an understanding of your own pokemon so that they can translate for you. It’s no easy task to learn to understand them, but well worth it in the end. It’ll come to you in time, girl.”

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The taillow cooed her disappointment when the Guardian knelt before her with a pokeball; humans were such impatient creatures, unwilling to help others without something for themselves. She puffed up her feathers slightly and inched back, shooting a glance at Goyo – could the human help them or not? But the goomy said nothing to convince his handler and the human shrugged, getting back to her feet. Like the taillow’s chirps to Brenda, the guardian's words were mostly incomprehensible to the bird, having only heard the occasional conversation of beachgoers, though she was able to divine the meaning without much trouble, and she watched sadly as the pair of humans began to walk off.

Confused, the smaller bird nudged his sister, but she silenced him to listen to what Goyo had to say. Her expression softened as she heard his apology, realizing that perhaps they did have a chance after all. If the goomy was right and they were both fighting the same enemy, then perhaps they really could all work together and get their home back. The taillow truly didn’t know what had chased the wingull onto the beach, preferring dry land themselves, but it certainly sounded like the goldeen that Goyo spoke of. It sounded like a good idea, but it would be dangerous for the young flying-types; the wingull were already stronger than them, and whatever had chased them away must be more powerful yet. They watched as Goyo moved to join his handler once more, conferring between themselves on what to do.

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Brenda and Angus walked much of the rest of the way in silence, save for the occasional burst of whistled tavern songs from the senior guardian. The sun was bright and the air cool and salty, and despite the dangerous mission they had set out on, Angus couldn’t help but be in a good mood. Not long after they lost sight of the tree where she had met the taillow, they could spot the birds trailing several feet behind them, occasionally pausing to rest on a branch or a stone. They were clearly still wary of the humans, but the promise of their home being reclaimed was enough to coax them along.

By the time they made it to the crescent that housed the beach, nearly all the sounds of wildlife had died away, leaving only the crashing of waves and the rustling of leaves to break the area’s silence. There was distant splashing as well, and when they got close enough, Brenda could spot the occasional flash of orange and white as a goldeen leapt from the water, or even a pair that would have appeared to be dancing if it was not for the ribbon of red that trailed behind them. Angus narrowed his eyes and raised a hand to shade his eyes from the sun, swearing under his breath. “Arceus. They’re fighting amongst themselves, too. What is happening here?” His flask forgotten, the senior guardian moved forward a little more seriously now.

“Be on your guard now, girl. There is truly something disturbing those goldeen, and they won’t hesitate to attack you just as they have that poor thing there.” He pointed to a yellow and brown figure that lay where the beach met the path, shaking and bleeding from several scrapes across it’s body. It raised its head to weakly glance over at them as they approached, the crunching of their boots on the ground beneath their feet attracting its attention. After staring at them blankly for a moment, the psychic-type struggled to get to its feet when it finally seemed to recognise that they were indeed real and not simply a figment of its imagination. Raising itself up on its front legs, the girafarig struggled to hold its weight on its badly slashed right flank but collapsed back into the sand with a pained yelp. Wincing, it turned to Growl at the approaching Guardians.

Angus frowned at the pained pokemon but made no move to help it, giving the bristling girafarig a wide berth as he continued onto the beach. It was a mess, a ruin of what it had once been, with abandoned towels, beach toys, and trash strewn about. A small copse of trees grew along the right wall of the stony crescent, and in them perched a large group of wingull that cried loudly and fluttered about when the humans approached. Beneath them, the trees were streaked white with guano and several fish bones littered the ground. In the water, several golden leapt and thrashed about, their sharp horns and orange fins briefly visible above the water.

Taking a deep breath, the senior guardian surveyed the scene before him, trying to come up with a plan of his own before conferring with Brenda, who showed more attention to the wounded girafarig than he had. After a few moments, he released a small yellow creature that resembled a raichu – the dedenne he had mentioned earlier, no doubt, as well as a small weepinbell, which he cradled in his arms. Kneeling so that he was level with both pokemon, he began to murmur to them, formulating some sort of plan to take on these crazed goldeen.


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As they walked in silence, Brenda wondered why Angus apparently ignored her question about armor and weapon. "Was it a stupid question?" She thought and in the end came up with three cases to why he perhaps didn't answered: Either the things should be able to cope with the water and her question was silly, but then he could just have said that, right? The other reason could be that the metal would just have to be sacrificed for the cause, which Brenda prayed for it wasn't. It was a really depressing thought if she would lose the armor given to her by her parents and her new impressive axe she was so proud of. The last reason she could come up with, and the one she hoped for, was that Angus had a plan and that she didn't have to worry about it at all.
She kept sending him side glances as he whistled. She didn't like to admit that she knew a lot of the songs, though it wasn't because she had been in a lot of taverns. She had heard them when the drunkards returned in the mornings, and therefore she didn't like them, nor to make the connection between those people and her mentor, in whose hands her life was, more or less. Though that wasn't a thing she would admit either, so she told herself that she could go in and save them both if it would be necessary.
She distracted herself from his whistling by thinking of what he had said about understanding her pokemon. "It will probably take some time yes, and his body type doesn't make it any easier," she thought at tried to imagine how it would be if she had a pokemon with a more expressive face or just limbs. "I think Goyo already understands me, I wonder where he have learned that, and how?" She thought and
slowly got more and more excited as the thought that she was on her first mission started to settle down in her mind, and she didn't have anything important to occupy her thoughts. She couldn't help but smile. Brenda's focus was straight ahead and at the beach they were getting closer to, so she didn't see the taillows trailing after them.

As they got closer, Brenda's heart started to race, and she began to feel a bit nervous, though she denied it unconsciously and told herself it was the excitement and the adrenalin that started to pump to make her ready for anything. It didn't get any better when they got close enough to see the goldeens leaping in the water. The time has arrived!
Brenda frowned unsure of what was happening, was they mating or just playing around? To her it looked a bit like the fish were dancing, with all their jumping around. Her eyes widened when she understood what happened due to Angus exclamation, and she nodded to agree with him, doing her best to hide her earlier confusion and ignorance.
She slowly, without any rapid movements, reached for her shield on her back, and attached it to her arm. She didn't touch her axe. Nodded shortly to Angus warning, though it was unnecessary, she had already understood the seriousness of the situation, and the shield was her preparation. With that in hand it would be much easier to react and defend herself or others without getting crushed herself. She let her axe stay where it was, to not appear threatening to who or whatever they met. And because Angus didn't armed himself and became ready for battle.
As Angus was the leader, Brenda let herself fall a few steps behind, to act as the rearguard, to discover any ambushes. It would give him free view of the beach in front of them, and he could concentrate on that, without fearing for his back, if he trusted her enough for that, of course.
She looked around to spot Goyo, and gestured to him to get closer to her. It would make it more easy for her to shield him too, as she didn't believed he could endure much damage. A wry smile appeared on her face, when she spotted the taillows too, and if she got eye contact she would nod politely to them, before starting to scan the area.
The only thing worth really to keep an eye on, was a tree full of wingulls. "Does they live in trees? I thought they stayed out on the open waters?" Brenda thought as she stayed close to Angus.

Since Angus was the leader and the most experienced, Brenda chose to do as him and ignored the yellow and brown pokemon, who even though it was growling at them, surely wasn't a threat. This mission was far too dangerous to be risked for her curiosity, which also was why she kept her mouth shut and just waited for Angus to take the lead. Though she had to bit her tongue to succeed.
Since he was trying to be quiet, she wouldn't dare to attract unwanted attention or disturb him in his planning, though she wished she was the one planning, and not waiting quietly in the background.
She felt more secure when she saw Angus' weepinbell and what had to be the dedenne he had mentioned earlier. It was both pokemon who would have a great advantage against a goldeen or the wingulls, if they decided to come this way.
Brenda did what she could to keep her attention on being the lookout for now, but found it really difficult as she hated doing nothing else than wait. She had waited more than enough the last five years!
If she had been in able to come up with a plan herself, she would have done that, but honestly she had no clue on how to solve this problem, though it was a thing she would never admit, especially not to herself. Instead her eyes continued to be drawn to the suffering and growling pokemon a little away from them. "Why doesn't it just give up?" She thought before she remembered herself she had to look elsewhere too, to be a good lookout.
She had to admit though, that she was rather impressed with its fighting spirit and that it refused to give up even in its dire situation, and she had to tell herself over and over, that it was useless in this weak state and didn't stood a change in a battle. She found it harder and harder to ignore it like Angus did, and if it just had given up and laid still to await death, if would have been so much easier for her, but it didn't.
"You can't risk the whole mission for one pokemon," she argued with herself as she thought of using a potion on it, just to ease it's pain a little bit. "It's too risky! Why do you think Angus ignores it!?" She scolded herself as she caught herself daydreaming on having such spirited pokemon on her team. "You can take it to a healer after you are done here!" She thought and quickly focused on the goldeens to avoid the next thought that tried to push its way up: if it survives so long.

The waiting and her inner battle made her shift her weight nervously and impatiently, and she sighed in her attempt to calm down her racing heart, which hadn't slowed down at all while she had just been standing still. Brenda was a woman of action, and she had never thought her missions would contain the same frustrations and feeling of helplessness as the years spent on hoping for the acceptance into the Guardians. Waiting time yes, but only if she had laid the perfect plan that first required someone to appear, so she could catch the whole gang of rouges or something like that.
Brenda looked at the fighting goldeens and glanced at the taillows as she wondered if she should have tried harder to befriend them. "It would have been good with a flying type to scout out there and tell us what is happening," she thought as that was the only thing she could remember to do about this situation, and she clung to that idea to avoid feeling completely helpless. It wasn't her fault she didn't had a flying type, if you disregarded that she could have one if she had tried a little harder with the taillows. But done is done and Brenda wasn't planning on lingering at the past.
She once again looked at the girafarig. "It's a shame it can't tell me what had happened out there." Her eyes widened and she fumbled for her pokecard when the idea hit her.
The pokecard confirmed what she suddenly had remembered and she smiled wryly since the answer to this whole mission apparently was right in front of them. "It is a psychic type, it can tell us what happened. Well some of it, since it isn't a pure psychic," she thought as she looked closer at the card. She glanced at Angus and wondered if she should tell him, or try it out herself. The wish to do something remarkable which her mentor had completely forgotten was too big and she decided to give it a go.
She put out a foot in front of Goyo to get his attention, without making any unnecessary sounds, and as soon as he looked questioningly at her, she gestured him to follow and walked straight at the girafarig. Goyo who had spent most of the time looking pitying at the wounded pokemon, happily and relieved followed his handler.
Brenda picket a potion from a side pocket in her bag, and squatted in a safe distance at the girafarig, where she hoped it couldn't reach her. She didn't held the shield in front of her either, as she suspected that it wouldn't help her any way, if the wounded pokemon chose to attack her. "Goyo, I need your help please," she said quietly as she scanned the area to make sure there wasn't anything approaching her or Angus. "I need you to translate what I say to it, you can do that, right?" She asked him as she sent him a quick glance to get his reaction, and smiled dryly when he kept quiet and sent her a big smile instead. "I hope that is a yes, and that he is not just happy to get some attention." She thought.

Brenda stopped herself from clearing her throat as it would make too much noise. She looked girafarig straight in the eyes as she started. "I come in peace, I'm not going to hurt you nor attack you. I just want to help you, if you will let me." Brenda said quietly and nodded to Goyo who immediately started to translate word for word, though he sometimes added his owns comments. Brenda used the waiting time to keep an eye on the surrounding area.
Brenda continued as soon as Goyo stopped speaking. "I must admit that you have made quite an impression on me, not many would try to continue if they are hurt like you are. It convinced me that I should try do something to help you. You don't deserve to die out here." "Or else she would just have caught you" Goyo added as a comment to the choice Brenda gave the girafarig.
"I'm not a healer, so I would need to take to one to get well, which I'm willing to do. The problem is that I can't do it right away, since I'm on this important mission." "Which probably means she has to catch you, I think it would be a long walk" Goyo added to the healer part, and gave an ultra short summary of what he knew about the mission. "But I can help you a little right now, if you will let me do it, and then I will take you to a healer as soon as I can." She offered the wounded pokemon a potion, which Goyo ads an explanation about, since the wild pokemon perhaps didn't know anything about such human made thing. If Girafarig already here would accept the potion Brenda would be applying it while she continued to talk.
"Me and my partner over there are trying to figuring out why the goldeens are in this area, and why they are attacking everybody. I'm sorry I can't take you right away, but I can't let the things that is happening to the goldeens go unnoticed. I have to stop them from doing what they have done to you, or else others would suffer the same fate as you have." Goyo skipped Brenda's summary since he had already given pretty much the same and instead added that Brenda was very righteous and would go far to make things right. He guessed it was so anyway, since he actually didn't know as their relationship has lasted less than a day.
"If you have the strength and wants to, we could use all the help we can get. Here I mostly think of information which I hoped you perhaps could share with us? I know you are a psychic type, and if you have the strength it should be possible for you to show us some of what you have seen out there?" Brenda didn't thought of if the girafarig was soaked or not, thought that would have been a clear indicator on where its attack had happened.
"And I'm here to solve this because I'm a Guardian, and Guardians keeps things right and upholds the law. If you would like to help others like how you need help now, you are more than welcome to join me. I'm sure you could a big difference and has a lot of potential as soon as you have visited a healer of course. I think you will make a great team member and it would be easier to catch criminal people and such, if you were there to help." "What she means is that we are going to chase bad guys like poachers and such, so they don't terrorize and torture pokemon." Goyo added to make Brenda's offer more pokemon directed and understandable.

If the girafarig accepted Brenda's last offer, she would of course offer it a pokeball right away.

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The smell of salt was strong in the air, drifting from the sea on the gentle breeze that glided through the area every few moments. In the trees, the gulls chirped noisily, occasionally swooping by the Guardians to get a better look at them, though they kept a safe distance from the humans and many of the flying-types became uneasy in their presence. Perched in a nearby berry tree, the taillow glared at the wingull, their hatred renewed now that they saw the usurpers once again. They puffed up but remained where they were, waiting for Brenda and Goyo to make a move before joining in.

While Angus stood on the beach contemplating their situation, Brenda turned her attention to the wounded girafarig, which did not seem pleased about the situation. Several deep gashes littered the psychic-type’s legs and chest, coating the surrounding fur in blood and seeping down onto the sand beneath the poor creature. The wounds seemed to have stopped bleeding, yet they were fresh enough to indicate that she hadn’t been here more than an hour or two. She was weak from the pain and the loss of blood, but that was not stopping her from bristling and growling as the Guardian and her pokemon approached. Twice more she struggled to get to her feet and failed, before finally giving up and resorting to growls and vague mental pushes against them both.

The strange black head on the back of the girafarig glared at the Guardian and her goomy, gnashing its teeth, while the other head paused to watch with interest as Brenda gave her orders. Though it would be impossible for anyone but another psychic-type to know, the girafarig skimmed their minds in the brief way a half-psychic could, seeing thoughts and images that gave her a vague idea of who Brenda and Goyo were. Whatever she saw seemed to prove to the girafarig that they meant her no harm, and she seemed to lower her guard a little, allowing the goomy to come forward and attempt to translate his handlers words to another pokemon for the second time that day.

Girafarig was confused at first, distracted by Brenda’s voice and simply how close she was, not to mention the shudders of pain that wracked the giraffe pokemon, but soon she began to understand what the handler and pokemon were trying to convey. They were here to fix the problem of the goldeen! In her excitement to find this out, the girafarig moved to send both Brenda and Goyo an unsteady mental image of her being attacked by the goldeen herself, but this mental link also allowed some of the psychic’s pain to be felt as well. It was nowhere near as acute as girafarig felt it, and it was gone in an instant when she realized what she had done and closed the link, but it was enough to disturb them. The image had been so laced with pain, anger, desire for revenge... it was almost as though she had been there, feeling these things along with the pokemon.

The girafarig brayed apologetically, bowing her head, but quickly went about informing Goyo about what she knew about the situation, using a mixture of pokemon speech and mental pictures. Brenda caught some of the latter as they flashed through her mind, but it was difficult to tell just what the girafarig was saying. Most interesting of all was the scattering of scenes that included humans, figures clad in dark armour and other strange suits that were like nothing the Guardian had seen before. Angus seemed to have realized that Brenda was conversing with the pokemon and approached silently, sipping from his flask as he watched the exchange, though his eyes were still far-away as he thought.

What girafarig told Goyo was much of what Brenda and Angus already knew, though it was difficult to tell if any details had been missed as the psychic’s communication was spotty, her pain making it difficult to say all she wanted to. Revealing that she had lived in the area for a while, the girafarig told Goyo of the sudden appearance of the goldeen, and how they were so violent to everything they came across. Most pokemon had fled to nearby areas, unwilling to put up with the danger posed by the fish, but she had stayed, safe up until this morning when she had fallen into the sea and been attacked. There was one thing that might help them, she insisted; there were three or four humans that had come along regularly – almost every day – and wandered down along the right wall of rock that extended into the sea. They would walk all the way to the end and then disappear from view, though she could hear men shouting and an unfamiliar noise; they would bring boxes sometimes, but leave them there. She had been trying to see what they were doing down there when she fell, trying to investigate the strange sounds made by the wooden contraption they had. Pain tinted each image, and though it was more controlled than it had been the first time, it made even the brief flashes feel as though they had happened to Brenda herself.

Pain and nervousness written on her face, the girafarig fell silent, laying back so that she might get some relief. The potion she took gladly, as well as a second provided by the senior Guard, who looked to Brenda eagerly to find out what she had learned from the half-psychic. The medicine helped to ease the pain and close the wounds somewhat, and though she was still exhausted, the girafarig shakily got to her feet. Her eyes darted warily to the flickers of white and orange as the goldeen leapt about in the sea; as much as she did not want to go near them once more, girafarig wanted to put an end to whatever was going on even more and steeled herself to join the Guardians when they did decide to begin battle. Until then, she moved to the side to gather her energy.

Angus turned to Brenda, asking: ”Good thinking, asking the girafarig, girl. Any better luck with Goyo’s translation here? I caught a few flashes of her explanation, but not enough to piece together this mystery.” He frowned, capping his flask and stowing it back in his pocket. Scratching the back of his head, he sighed. ”As it is, we ought to take off this heavy armour and take a look around – maybe if we walk out on these rocks we can see if something’s going on in the water. There has to be something pushing the goldeen up to the beach… It’s all so strange.”

If Brenda and Goyo could work together, girafarig might have given them a very valuable clue in finding the source of their worries. On her end, the psychic- and normal-type had decided to forgo accepting one of the Guardian’s pokeballs just yet, and moved to the shade at the side of the beach to lick her wounds and try to gather her energy for whatever was to come. Now that she had recovered somewhat, she would be able to help out, but she certainly wasn’t exactly eager to jump into a battle straight away.


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Brenda had trouble waiting for the injured pokemon to response and Goyo to be done with the talking. She looked around impatiently and wanted to get going, the faster the better. She shot a quick glance towards Angus and the wingull-filled trees, to be sure there weren't anything dangerous on the move. She tensed every time one of the wingulls swooped past, but there never happened anything else than a curiously look was shot at her.
This meant she didn't saw the realization on the girafarigs face, and she was taken by surprise when she was suddenly flooded with vague images, emotions and a lot of pain, which ended as abruptly as they had started.
Brenda gasped and had to put a hand on the sandy beach to support herself, as her body and mind tried to understand the quick shift and return to normal. For a short moment Brenda had fallen into the water, was surrounded by multiple golden fish and felt their horns penetrate her skin and slash her side open, while fear had overwhelmed her. And now it was over, she was shaking as her brain tried to accept there now was nothing wrong, and she wasn't even wet. Especially the urge to revenge this happening was hard for her to let go off.
Goyo was rather unaffected, as he had experienced most of it himself before ending up with Wolfrums Guardians. He still breathed a bit heavier from the sudden harsh experience, but he was able to shake it off and continue his conversation with girafarig as soon as she broke the painful link.
While Brenda tried to recover from the shock, she continued to get brief images which made no sense to her. There was some strange oddly dressed humans, mixed with the blinks of the scales of the goldeens which came with a feeling of hate and anger. And then there was something about boxes and annoying angry wingulls, who wasn't hated but was just followed by the feeling of annoyance mixed with curiosity. The only thing Brenda else could deduce from the slip of control from Girafarig was different variations of pain, both physically and psychically, and then a single brief picture of some rocks, which she forgot instantly.

Both Brenda and Goyo was utterly relieved when Girafarig accepted the potion, which Brenda immediately started to apply, quickly followed by the second offered by Angus, who Brenda sent a short thankful smile. As she worked she became a bit lost in her own thoughts as she tried to sort out the confusing and painful information she had been giving. She tried to make a plan out of it, which proved to be difficult, and the only thing she was sure about, when Girafarig thought enough was enough and moved away, was that she wanted badly revenge on whoever had done this. Even though it was someone she had never met, and someone she was actually not even sure of, who or what was.
"I'll make sure you get what your seek," Brenda said lowly to Girafarig as it moved away from her as a comment to the revenge feelong, then she rose and turned to Angus. She did her best to hide her disappointment that she had once again failed to persuade a pokemon to join her cause, and it was clear to her she still had a lot to learn about pokemon, even though she had trained all her life. It was not a thing she was pleased about, and she was a bit bitter she hadn't been taught how to catch pokemon, and only to battle with those you already had. "I can't battle her now, she has experienced more than enough pain for today," Brenda thought disappointed and pushed the thought away. She did not have the time to linger at it now, and she looked questioningly at Angus, to hear what he thought they should do now.

Angus' praise helped to lighten Brendas mood, and she was proud to show she wasn't a completely untrained rookie who couldn't do anything herself. She was maybe still a bit unskilled, but she knew what had to be done, and could come up with her own useful ideas. It didn't remove the feeling of failure entirely, especially not when Angus asked about how it went with Goyos translation.
She shot a quick embarrassed look at the ground as she answered. "I think it went better than last time, since I got some information." She frowned as it was still confusing, and she asked what Angus had seen as it perhaps had been something different from herself.
"There is definitely some humans involved, which causes a lot of pain," Brenda said slowly as she tried to make a conclusion. "And there was something about some boxes too, and the wingulls is probably linked with it, in the same way as the goldeens. Any way, we should definitely stay out of the water! " She ended and looked at Angus to hear if he agreed.
Goyo, who had followed her speech and saw the missing parts, tried to get her attention, but was ignored. Brenda didn't thought of that Goyo knew more than she did by now, as she only had thought that the goomy could translate her words to other pokemon, not the other way around. the only way she meant she could get more information from the pokemon, was if Girafarig would share it with her. But as it had already been asked to do that, she believed it didn't had any more, nor that it could had told something more to Goyo only.
Goyo looked troubled as he wanted to tell Brenda what she was missing, but had no idea of how to tell her the word "everyday", "Humans" or "disappearing", and then she had chosen not to pay any attention to him anyway. He asked the girafarig to show Brenda something about the men disappearing at the rocks again, but didn't wait for the answer as Brenda started to loosen her shield so she could take off her armor.
She was both relieved she wouldn't destroy it, but also nervous about moving into something dangerous without any other protection than her shield.
Suddenly Brenda's left leg wouldn't carry her anymore, and she fell backwards down onto the sand. "Goo-oo!" Goyo said angrily and crawled out from her legs, after having tackled it to get her attention.
"What are you doing?" Brenda scolded Goyo, who waved frantically with his antennas and pointed between the girafarig, Brenda and Angus, and towards the goldeens. He tried to point at the rocks, but as Brenda didn't thought about them, she thought it was the goldeens instead, and she looked at him, like she feared he had gone insane.
Brenda glanced nervously at Angus, to see what he thought should be done with her strange behaving pokemon, before she tried to get him to quiet down as she feared he would catch some unwanted attention.
Goyo make a frustrated sound and spun around, as fast (or slow) as only a glob of slime could do it, and started to move towards the rocks, not waiting to see if Brenda followed her or not.
She did follow him, after she had gasped and scrambled to her legs when she believed Goyo was about to go battle with the whole pond of goldeens all by himself. She hurried after him, and didn't get any time to take off any armor, nor talk with Angus about which way was best to approached the problem.
"What are you doing!" She hizzed quietly as she reached him and put a foot in front of him in the attempt to stop him. "You will get revenge and battle those who had hurt the girafarig. But you can't just go to attack them yourself." She hissed as she looked warily around before she discovered she hadn't stopped Goyo, who had just moved around her foot and had already reached the area in front of the rocks. He was busy looking for any signs of humans being around, something dropped, a footprint, anything! Something that could show Brenda that this was the way they had to go, as he wasn't sure he could lead them out on the rocks. He had to show them, they had to move down the end of the of the line of rocks, so they didn't tried to jump into the water or something stupid like that. If it looked like he could make his way along the rocks, he would attempt to do that.
Brenda had paused and stared at the rock-formation with a déjà vu feeling. She knew she had seen those before, though she was pretty sure she hadn't been down this road before, and she had no idea of where the feeling that they were somehow important came from either.

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Angus listened to Brenda’s words closely, his ruddy face becoming serious as he heard what she had seen from the girafarig. The clues didn’t tell them much about who was causing all this trouble, but it was clearly very bad. There was the bit about the crates as well, wooden boxes that varied in size but were all unlabelled and sealed shut; what might they contain? And why were they being brought here, to the beach? The senior Guardian frowned, nodding at Brenda’s last piece of knowledge: ”Yes, certainly. Those goldeen are far too vicious to risk going into the water, and there are far too many of them to knock them out.” He raked a hand through his hair, sighing as he glanced around the area. But then Goyo seemed to attack his handler out of nowhere and Angus furrowed his brow and stared at the dragon-type in surprise, moving over to help Brenda to her feet. He opened his mouth to comment on the situation, but fell silent when Brenda disciplined her pokemon and instead watched Goyo's actions with curiosity and confusion.

The goomy seemed to be heading into the sea where the vicious goldeen awaited him, but Angus wasn't ready to easily believe that the young dragon was naive enough to do such a thing without a good reason, and so he simply watched, sipping his flask, while Brenda did the worrying for both of them. After a while, it seemed as though the goomy was trying to draw their attention to something along the lowest rocks of the formation. Moving over to investigate, Angus and Brenda followed and were quite surprised to see several pairs of boot-prints and grooves in the sand from where a large square object - one of the crates, perhaps? - had been pushed along. Directly above these marks, several frayed pieces of rope dangled down from the rocks above. "Good work, Goyo!” He praised the goomy, grinning and bending down to pat the gooey pokemon on the head. ”Our best bet seems to be walking out along the rocks there. It’ll be dangerous, but we might be able to see what is going on. It certainly looks like whoever was here was doing more than just enjoying the beach.” He decided, grabbing one of the ropes and examining it closely. The ends were curled slightly, as if they had been tied around something, but beyond that, they gave no hint of their purpose.

Angus lay his armour down in a patch of long beach grass that huddled against the rock, leaving it obscured from view unless someone was looking for it. There was plenty of room for Brenda to leave hers as well, along with whatever else she didn’t want to have to carry as they made their way along the uneven surface of the rocks. Back in his street clothes, Angus was back to looking nothing like a Guardian, but now, even as he took a swig from his flask for courage, his face showed that he truly was. His cheeks and nose were still tinted with red, but his eyes were focused and the humor had gone out of his face. Still, when he turned to Brenda, he gave her a smile of encouragement. ”Ready?”

Yet before she could respond, something very strange happened and left Angus laughing, his seriousness abandoned for a moment. An abra had appeared before the young woman, looking completely average in every aspect except for the fact that it was completely pink. Uninterested in the amused senior guardian, the psychic-type handed Brenda a single rare candy, and without waiting for anything in return, it disappeared once more. When Angus calmed his laughter, he explained: ”Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Miss Shiell.” He winked, chuckling. ”Those pink abras get me every time – I do hope for their sake that it’s only temporary colour.. Just imagine a pink alakazam!” He grinned.

After she put away the candy, Angus calmed himself once more, his laughter fading and his serious face returning. ”Alright, now let’s go. We can’t afford to waste much more daylight.” Glancing up at the sky, Brenda would see that he spoke the truth; they would only have a few more hours before the sun began to set and this mission was one that would be deadly if they tried to continue on in the dark. They had seen what had happened to the girafarig, and the same thing could very easily happen to either human if they fell into the water.

Angus led the way, walking almost to the beginning of the beach so that he could climb up onto the rocks easily. They rose higher as they went along, standing almost seven feet taller than the beach where it met the water, and then slowly declining again as it went into the sea. Some stubborn plants clung to the stones, though most of the promontory was clear of vegetation save for a spattering of moss in various shades of greens, yellows and reds. It was wide enough that they would be able to walk alongside one another with space to spare, but the ground was uneven and there were several cracks in the rock that could easily trip them and send them tumbling into the sea if they failed to pay attention. Angus pulled himself up first, dedenne on his shoulder and the weepinbell clinging to his pack, and offered a hand to Brenda if she needed it, though it was quite an easy climb, no more than three feet at this point.

They moved along carefully, taking time to glace around the area for any clues that might help them solve this mystery. From atop the rocky wall, they could see much more of the surrounding area; a nearby beach that bustled with activity, the goldeen in the water below leaping about and jabbing one another with their horns, the trees with the wingull, girafarig watching them go, clearly wishing she could go along and help… Yet, still no clues as to what was causing all this trouble. The place where the psychic had told them the mysterious humans had gone was still hidden from view, but as they neared they could hear an unusual wheezing sound, not unlike the bellows of a forge. Angus paused as the sound met his ears and he held up a hand to signal for Brenda to pause as well. He listened, a small frown of confusion on his lips, and turned to the young woman, silently asking if she had any idea what was causing the sound.

Their contemplation was cut short when a powerful blast of water struck Angus in the chest, nearly knocking him off his feet. His weepinbell shot out her vines to catch her handler’s balance while dedenne shrieked and clung to the collar of his shirt. Angus swore, eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the goldeen who had decided to attack them. The fish glared back at them, soon joined by two others. The senior guardian’s pokemon moved forward to defend their handler, and Angus wrung out his soaked shirt, turning to Brenda, ”Help me take out these pests, girl. That one –“ He pointed to the fish on the left, who appeared to be close to Goyo’s level, ”- ough to be a good match for your little dragon. Bijoux and dedenne can take care of these two.”

”Bee, energy ball!” He called out to the weepinbell, and quickly glanced through his pokecard before giving the nervous little electric-type her order: ”Erm… Charge beam, dedenne!” The grass-type responded first, easily creating a ball of green light which she fired at the stronger of the two fish, shortly followed by a less powerful blast of electricity from the fairy-type.

With Angus focused on his own battle, Brenda and Goyo were left to show their abilities against the angry goldeen that glared at them from the water. It used its tail to splash water up at them, though unlike the blast that struck Angus, this one was not so concentrated and could be easy dodged unless Brenda too wasn’t paying attention.


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- Fine

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- Fired a Aqua Tail at Brenda and Goyo

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Brenda went silent when she understood why Goyo had toppled her and had run off. She can't apologize though as she is too ashamed of her earlier scolding and the mistake she had made.
She is quick to agree with Angus about going along the rocks. "I guess you are right, it was good our attention was turned to this." Brenda said as the closest she could come of a thanks to Goyo, and she hopes it is enough.
As Angus started to investigate the area, Brenda wondered how Goyo knew about it. She watched closely while Angus looked at the ropes, as her brain worked hard on coming up with their use. "It could look like they have been using them to drag something up on the rocks. Perhaps the crates? Though I can't see why they should want them there, nor where they are moving them from there." She said, thinking aloud.
As Angus started to pull off his armor, Brenda followed his example and strapped off her shield to take off her armor. As soon as she had hid it with Angus' she strapped the shield back on her arm. She would take her axe with her, if Angus had kept his weapon, or else she would have left that too. She took along her backpack too, since she didn't have anywhere else to her potions and other stuff. and she would be surprised if she would need either those or even her rope. Then she nodded to Angus, to confirm she was ready to go.

She would have said it out loud too, but was interrupted when an awfully colored abra appeared in thin air in front of her, handed her a single rare candy and was off again. Brenda knew about those love-token delivery abras, as she had seen them in the city and heard plenty of love seeking girls chitchat about them.
Brenda wasn't one of those girls, and her face became tomato-red embarrassment and therefore also fury. That Angus laughed of it, didn't made it any better. How dared someone sent her something so embarrassing and by this time, when she was in the middle of an important mission? And in front of her mentor? Even though he wasn't the perfect one and probably tipsy most of the time, he was still her mentor. He was one of the last persons she would have to think badly about her, since he would report to Wolfrum and her whole further career was standing on which impression she made on this first mission. The one who had sent her the candy, should be glad he or she was anonymous. or else she would have made sure to let the gift giver know, that she was off the marked! (if there had been a note that stated this had been a friendly gesture and not a love-token, she could have accepted it.)
Brenda didn't say a word about the candy, nor about how a pink alakazam would look, mostly because she wouldn't start to snarl at her mentor. She handed Goyo the rare candy to let the goomy do with it what he wanted. It wouldn't be a bad thing for him to have some extra energy for this potential dangerous task. Brenda turned and waited with an expressionless face for Angus to lead them on. She didn't say anything either, when Angus stated that they had to go now, since she hadn't been the one to keep them waiting. Not in her head at least.

Brenda chose to forget the incident and helped Angus find a way up on the rocks, and gladly accepted his help to climb them. "Gooomyyy!" Goyo called down from the beach, since he couldn't climb anything and he wasn't keen to follow them by swimming.
Brenda jumped down again and lifted Goyo up on one of the rocks, before she climbed up herself. Brenda started to follow Angus but once again was interrupted by Goyo by the same problem as before: he couldn't straddle over the cracks in between the rocks, and with a sigh Brenda realized she had to carry him. Slimy or not.
She placed him in her left arm, behind her shield as she both used that arm lesser to keep her balance and he would be better protected behind it. With the goomy safely in place, Brenda took a look around from this higher view point and gestured to the girafarig to come along. She tried to spot the taillows too, and if she found them, she would make the same gesture to them too.
As Brenda moved carefully as it was easy to stumble with the risk of falling into the water, she tried to find any other clues, but the bare stone didn't leave much for her eyes.
She stopped surprised when Angus lifted a hand and signaled her to pause. She look questioningly at him while she waited to get any answer on why they had stopped here. As he turned to say something to her, she finally noticed the strange sound. But then Angus got hit.
"Angus!" Brenda shouted startled and quickly held out a hand to stop him from falling into the water. The weepingbell was faster. "Are you alright?" She asked worried and smiled dryly when he started to swore. She took that as a yes, and glared threatening at the goldeen who now got support by two others.
"I'll take care of it, no worries." Brenda answered completely calm and placed Goyo on the rock in front of him. Then she kneeled behind him to keep him from being pushed into the water, and to try shield him with her shield if possible.
Which she did with the first splash of water it sent towards her, as she threw the shield in between Goyo and their attacker. She didn't tried to avoid it, since she didn't saw it as a good idea to jump around on the rocks. The risk was too high. The shield blocked most of the attacks force but didn't kept them from being wet, and as Goyo enjoyed it, Brenda scowling wiped her face to be able to see properly again.
"Well, as long as it is down there, you need to use a ranged attack, since you are not going down there to it." Brenda stated like Goyo had tried to jump down into the water. The goomy rolled his eyes of the comment, but else concentrated on the goldeen.
"I want you to use absorb on it, and then ready a bubble to try block attacks it throws at us." She ordered, as that was the only useful she knew Goyo could use against the water type. Tackle was not usable as long it was in the water, and Brenda had no idea of how the goomy should be able to make a "poison tail" with no tail.
Goyo started off by collecting some of the moist in the air and used it to make his slime much more liquid, which would make physical attacks bounce a bit off him. Then he shook his whole body which trapped air bubbles in the slime, which he could throw after any attacks the goldeen tried to hit them with.
Then he attempted to use absorb on the goldeen.


-Brenda kneeled behind Goyo and will try to use the shield to blocks attack against them.
- Goyo used Acid Armor, readied to make a bubble to counter attacks, if possible and attempted an absorb.

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Puzzled by Brenda’s reaction to the abra (or his joke, perhaps? He couldn’t tell), Angus fell silent and kept any further musings to himself except for those that were directly relevant to their mission. He had thought both had been funny, and couldn’t help but to be a little frustrated in the increasingly clear differences between the himself and the young woman, though he failed to consider that she might be having similar thoughts about him. Either way, he shrugged it off and continued on, sipping from his flask occasionally for something to do if nothing else.

Though his face flushed in embarrassment, Angus didn’t respond to Brenda’s reaction when he was struck, and luckily it was mostly disguised by his ruddy complexion anyway. He knew he wasn’t the most respectable Guardian in Wolfrum’s ranks, but Angus had his own sort of pride and he didn’t like to be seen caught off-guard as he had been – it was one thing to stumble around drunk, but to be nearly knocked to the ground by a measly goldeen? He scoffed, cracking his knuckles as he ordered off another set off attacks which managed to defeat the weaker of his pokemon’s opponents.

Brenda’s opponent only shot a brief glance toward the others, apparently not concerned in the slightest in anything other than the battle at hand. Her eyes narrowed in anger as her move was intercepted by the Guardian’s shield, slapping at the water in her frustration, but before she could prepare a second strike, the fish could feel the energy being drained from her body, stinging in the way grass-type moves tended to when used against a water-type. Goyo, on the other hand, was feeling more energetic after using the Absorb attack and physically much tougher after using Acid Armour. It seemed that he had the upper hand in the battle so far, but the infuriated goldeen didn’t seem to notice.

Its angry flailing in the water became more gentle and rhythmic, and after a few moments, the sky up above began to cloud over and rain began to pour down on them – gently at first, but quickly growing to quite a downpour. The rocks at their feet grew slippery, but while the handlers (and Dedenne, who now retreated back to Angus’ shoulder) distressed at the change in weather, the goldeen and Goyo seemed to enjoy it. Hoping to catch them off guard as they cursed over the rain, the goldeen leapt from the sea using surprising strength, and Pecked Goyo with her horn, landing uncomfortably on the wet rocks a foot or so away from the other pokemon. The strike hadn’t been a total success, having to leap so far to reach the goomy, but Goyo was left with a painful gash in his side – not too deep, but it leaked a little blood which disappeared quickly as the rain pelted against his gooey flesh.

Brenda, however, was distracted from her pokemon’s pain by her own – it was as though she too had been struck by the goldeen’s horn. There was no physical injury on her person, but her side stung like she had been hit where Goyo had been, dulling to an ache as the goomy prepared to continue the battle. As she got back to her feet, Brenda noticed that the girafarig had carefully made her way across the rocks to stand near them, watching the battle with a strange look on her face. Her horns twitched slightly as though she was concentrating on something, but she remained still and silent, watching the battle without any intention of joining in. Of the taillow, there was no sign.

The goldeen glared at Goyo (and Brenda, if she dared to remain so close to the angry fish), lowering its head so that the horn was pointed at the goomy, but she did not strike. Her posture raised her defense, and Brenda might recognize her actions as the first stage of a Skull Bash attack. For now, though, the fish remained on the defensive.


Brenda gains .7 exp!


Weather - Rain


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- Regained energy with Absorb
- Small cut from Peck
- Defense raised by (2)

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- Speed lowered from Goyo's Gooey
- Energy sapped from Absorb
- Defense raised by (1)
- Preparing to use Skull Bash
- Egg Moves: Aqua Tail & Skull Bash

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