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Killer had, well, been killed.

This was the situation that Yngve found himself in, a situation that he would have to get used to, since there was no way to fix it. Death was, unfortunately, permanent, except for the whole possibility of a pokemon being revived as a ghost thing.

But if Yngve was able to think through his grief, he would remember that he wasn't necessarily alone, despite how his closest (and perhaps only) friend had just died before his eyes. There was still that pokeball, one that was not empty, and also that egg. The egg that Killer had gone through such lengths to protect. Perhaps it wasn't the same--but it was something.

The little girl stirred, and slowly pushed herself up. She blinked a few times, trying to get rid of some of the dust from the rubble that had gotten into her eyes. Once she was sitting up straight, she looked around, eventually looking at Yngve. "Mister?" she asked, confused as to why the young man who had helped her seemed so upset.

She scrambled to her feet, and stumbled over to Yngve's side. "Mister, are you okay?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. Then, she looked down, and realized just what had him so upset. "Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry, Mister..."

The girl knelt down next to Yngve, looking at Killer's body, unsure of what to do. She said nothing for a while, giving Yngve time to mourn his friend.

Eventually she looked back at Yngve, and said in a soft voice, "Umm... my papa can give your friend a good burial, if you'd like. You--you saved me, so I know he wouldn't ask you for any money..."

The girl sounded like she was still scared, and after what had just happened, that was perhaps to be expected. Though she desperately wanted to go home, she was trying her best to be respectful. However, she wasn't lying when she had told Yngve that her father would be able to give Killer a proper burial; if he asked her to take him to her father for that purpose, he would find that the bulding she took him to was that of an undertaker's workshop--it would seem to be a place meant more for human burials, but a pokemon's burial would certainly be doable.

Still, Yngve didn't have to go with the girl; if he told her to go away, she would, but otherwise she would remain to try to act as a sort of comfort. If he ignored her, and went on his own way, she would sit there for a little while longer, but eventually go off on her own. In the end, it was up to Yngve to decide what he wanted to do.

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Tears ran nonstop down Yngve's cheek and mixed with the dust which the falling boulders had whirled up. It made his face striped and Killer's fur was more grey than white, and it had several tufts from where the tears had made the hair stick together.
He was rocking back and forth not aware of his surroundings at all, and the egg slowly slipped from its safe spot between him and the mankey and down onto the ground. Yngve did not notice the girl, nor if there was still a battle going on somewhere as he was too shocked.
Killer had been his only friend since he had been forced to leave Cypwater, and she had been by his site through all his troubled time. In his mind there were no others, as he had never thought of getting more pokemon. Killer hadn't just been his pokemon to train and use to make their lives better. She had become his family and he saw her more as a dear sister than a pokemon partner.
And now she had unexpectedly been pulled from him.

He had raised his head and stared at a point at a distance and didn't move before the girl spoke to him. He turned his head and tears started to run down his cheeks again as he thought about burying his beloved monkey.
He stared at her, not really seeing her and unable to speak as his chest was tightened together in a knot. He started to rock back and forth again and couldn't get any other sound out than a few painful whimpers.

Again it took some time, and if the girl hadn't left by then, he would finally somewhat answer her.
"She needs a good burial, thank you." He whispered with a hoarse voice and let go of the pokeball so he could get a better grip on the mankey. It bounced a little and rolled a bit away from Yngve, but he didn't care about anything than Killer at that moment.

He staggered to his feet, thought he shock made him unsteady and wade him sway like he had gotten too much to drink. He took a carefully step forward and soon tottered in a random direction, which could just as well end in a wall as it could lead him out of the alley.

He didn't move very fast and it would be easy for the girl to stop him, or get him to turn around. It would be a bit more difficult to get him to take the egg and the pokeball with him, and he would leave them behind if not stopped.
The continued to whimper quietly, but he didn't have any more tears left to cry.

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The girl waited patiently for Yngve to collect himself. Despite the time it took him to finally give an answer, she remained; perhaps she'd seeh him at least acknowledge her presence, and thus, she'd chosen to wait for him. With a father who worked as an undertaker, this girl had seen much death already, and also the impact it had on people.

The girl waited for a few moments as Yngve got up, and then moved to retrieve the egg and pokeball he'd left on the ground. Then, she tried to help guide him, gently pushing in in the direction of her home. During this time, the girl remained silent in an attempt to give Yngve the time and space he needed. If he said anything to her, she would look to answer, but she wouldn't be the one to initiate the conversation.

Eventually, they would arrive at a small building. Some pieces of wood sat about outside; some still looked like freshly cut logs, while others appeared to be parts of coffins in progress. The area around this particular building was rather empty--there were a few buildings, but this particular one seemed specifically apart from the rest. But then, given that it was a place where the dead were prepared for burial, perhaps it wasn't surprising that most people chose to stay away from it.

The girl opened up to the door, and peeked in. "Papa?" she asked. At first, there didn't seem to be a response, but after a few moments, Yngve could hear footsteps.

A man pulled the girl into a tight hug, lifting her into the air for a couple seconds. When he put her down, he asked, "Mary! What brings you over to the workshop?" As he spoke, Yngve might see a pokemon's head pop through the side of the doorframe, looking at him. The head was light blue, with light sail-like features above large darker blue eyes. The pokemon blinked a couple times, before squeezing past the man and his daughter.

The pokemon, an amaura, approached Yngve curiously. She released a sad whine, and tried to rub her head against his arm. It seemed she was trying to comfort him.

"Mama sent me to the store to get some things, but there was a big commotion," the girl, Mary, explained while the amaura took interest in Yngve. "A fight broke out, and..." The girl moved aside so that her father could see Yngve. "He saved my life--I wouldn't have made it without his help, but... papa, his friend lost her life in the fight. Can you help her? I know you can't bring her back, but..."

The man ruffled his daughter's hair before walking up to Yngve. "Thank you for saving my daughter's life, sir," he spoke. "Please, come inside."

Mary walked inside while her father moved to stand next to the door, waiting for Yngve to enter. Inside, Mary tried to direct Yngve to a small table with some chairs set up, hoping that he would sit down. The amaura would follow Yngve, and if he sat, she would stay next to him. "I think she likes you," Mary said quietly, smiling very slightly.

Despite this building being a place where the dead were prepared for burial, it didn't smell of death at all. Perhaps that was due to the fact that there was some incense burning in the corner. Still, there was something about the atmosphere that made it abundantly clear that this wasn't a particularly happy place to be. This particular room didn't seem to be where most of the work was done, however; there was a door leading to a back room, where it was safe to assume that the man did most of his work.

The man walked over, and, assuming that Yngve didn't pull Killer's body away, placed a hand on the mankey's corpse. "If only we could have met under better circumstances. I'm sorry for your loss." He then pulled his hand away, and looked up directly at Yngve. "There are three things I can do to put your friend to rest," he explained. "It would be easy enough to simply take your friend to the local pokemon cemetary, and bury her body as-is, or perhaps in a coffin--I'm sure I have one of the right size around. However, I would be willing to properly treat and preserve her body. I wouldn't do this for just anyone, but you and your friend saved my daughter's life--it's the least I could do to thank you. Finally, I could cremate the body; the ashes would then be yours to do with as you wish. Just let me know what you'd like to have done."

If asked to preserve the body, the man would ask permission to take Killer's body into the back room, where he would do what was necessary. Though he wouldn't say it outright, his tone would suggest that it wasn't a process Yngve would want to watch. If Yngve then gave the man permission to do so, he would take Killer's body into the back room, leaving Yngve, Mary, and the amaura.

If Yngve asked the man to cremate the body, he would explain that he would need to take the body to a smaller, nearby workshop that he used for the cremations--the intense flames required for the process were best kept even farther from the town than the main workshop. It would be best, he explained, for Yngve to remain behind at the workshop, since the flames and heat could be dangerous. If given the permission, Yngve, Mary, and the amaura would be left in the non-working room of the workshop.

Finally, if Yngve asked the man to simply take him to the cemetary for a simple burial, the man would apologize, saying that he needed to get the key quickly, and that he would be right back. Once again, this option would leave Yngve with the others at the workshop--the difference with this option being that Killer's body was still there with them.

During this time, Yngve could simply remain silent if he chose to. The amaura tried to get his attention, however. If he chose to ask about the pokemon, Mary would do her best to explain. "Papa found her on the street the other day, her pokeball on a string tied around her neck," she would explain. "It's been hard for her out here in this heat... but it's also hard to find someone who could take good care of her..." The girl would give Yngve a sort of hopeful look, as if implying that she would love it if he'd take in the amaura--but she didn't dare suggest that, not after he'd lost a friend as he just had.

Soon enough, the father would return--fastest if he simply had to get the key, and longest if he was embalming the body. In the case of getting the key or embalming, the man would explain that he could take Yngve to the cemetary, and would offer a coffin for Killer as well. If he'd gone to cremate the body, he returned with a small container of ashes, which he would give to Yngve.

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They arrived at the destination without any other word spoken, as Yngve was still rather miserable, and he did not speak a single word before talked to. He let father and daughter talk, without giving any signs that he was aware they were there.
For Yngve it all still felt unreal and the loss of Killer still filled everything in his world and mind, nothing else mattered to him, not even his own life. He moved like in a daze or like a sleepwalker. The amaura was ignored too.
He first reacted a bit when the man spoke to him and he looked at him with a absent looking expression full of sorrow.
He opened his mouth a few times to answer the man, but there came no sound and he ended with just nodded a bit, before following them inside.
He sat down in a chair only because Mary directed him to one and stared at the wall without seeing it. He looked briefly at the amaura, but didn't react further to her, which made her sails go blue. She called out to him and nudged his arm again to try get any response, but only got the same dead stare.
She stayed close to him to try comfort him, but as her crystals lowered the temperature around her ice crystals started to form on Killer's fur and on everything else around her. She looked curious at as the brown hair of the bottom of the leg started to get stiff and white from the frost, and slowly the whole leg started to stiffen up too. Then it started to shake and she flinched bemused as the pokemon smelled dead. She looked up and realized it was Yngve who was shivering form the cold which made the dead pokemon move too. She quickly took a few steps away, to stop cooling him down.

Had Yngve been more like himself, he would have thought about the house and how surprisingly pleasant it was, but he wasn't. As the man started to suggest different ways to honor Killer and put her to rest, Yngve finally lived up a bit and reacted to what he was told.
He answered the questions as he was told them, not waiting for the man to finish, which probably was a good thing since he would forget it all as soon as he was told something else.
"I will find you a nice spot Killer, one you'll like. No coffin, she hates cages." He whispered, no change in voice from when he was talking to his pokemon and when he answered the man.
He made a grimace of horror when he was suggested the preservation and shook his head weakly. "She's no trophy."
He started to stroke the still frosty fur of Killer while he listened to man's last offer, before he shook his head again. "No, she doesn't like fires and her fur will smell bad." It didn't sounded like he had really understood what it meant to burn her to ashes, and the idea of being able to carry it with him, never occurred to him.

As the man disappeared, saying something about a key, Yngve started to wake up from his shock, but instead fell deep into mourning. The amaura noticed the change in his posture as he started to clench his hands and hug Killer tighter in a unconsciously attempt to keep her warm. He couldn't give up all hope, she wouldn't wake up again, though he logically knew she was dead and was preparing to bury her, a part of him still wished to hear her laughter and feel the shift of her weight on his shoulders.
The amaura was desperate to get in contact with him and to distract him from his loss, since she feared it would kill him.

Yngve blinked surprised as something cold hit his nose and he looked up to see more of the white fluff silently floating down. He had grown up in the warm Cypwater and as he had never been farther north than now, here in Navdia Crater, this was first time he saw snow up close. He followed a few snowflakes flight as they landed on Killer's fur and on the table, before he looked around to see where it came from, and what it was.
He spotted the amaura, who was gently blowing the powder snow up in the air and he frowned.
"What is she doing...?" He asked hesitantly and Mary apparently heard it as what she was doing here in the house as she started to explain how her Papa had found the tundra pokemon.
"Amourrr" The amaura's sails turned green as she cried hopefully when Yngve finally paid her some attention, though his frown didn't lessen. He found it hard to believe someone didn't wanted the ice type, as it had to be rare in this area and hard to get. He would have guessed people would have been willing to wait in line to get it, and that several rouges would have tried to steal it by now. Perhaps that was it?
He looked around but couldn't see any security measures used to protect the amaura, and neither the girl or her father behaved like they tried to hide the ice type. There had to be some other reason.
It made no sense to him. "Why is it hard to find her a handler?"

Yngve didn't say anything else, not even if it meant they would go back to depressing silence, and would not move until the man returned and gestured for them to go to the cemetery.
The amaura, whose sails had become blue again when Yngve returned to his absent mourning state, had started to blow more powder snow. It did not work this time, and she stopped when he started to shiver again.

Yngve was rather quick to get up and follow the man to the bury site, with amaura in his heels, though he wouldn't remember much of it, unless they encountered the fatal pair that was the cause of Killer's death. In that case he would try grab the girls hand, is she was coming too, and run the opposite way. Though not very far as he needed to know where the man was, as he needed him to put Killer to a proper rest.

When they arrived at the location and Yngve was told where the grave could be, he would find some shade nearby where he gently placed Killer, so it looked like she was just resting. Then he grabbed a shovel and started digging.
It was a hard job to break up the dry earth or so it was for Yngve anyway as he wasn't used to such type of hard work. the heat didn't make it any better, and hadn't been able to continue for very long hadn't the temperature started to drop a bit. It wasn't enough to make it chilly, but it made working in the heat bearable.

Yngve had started almost furiously with the digging and had thrown all his sorrow and hopelessness into each movement. He wanted his body to feel as hurt as his heart, but soon he started to find a steady rhythm which also helped him calm down and as he worked he slowly came to accept his loss.
He would not stop grieving the loss of his first pokemon and best pal for quite some time, but now he would be able to get over it in time.

Yngve would continue to work until he was told it was deep enough, only taking breaks to get something to drink. He would welcome any help to the digging, as long as it didn't took any work from him, or would force him to take a break from it.
When told the grave was done, he would lean towards the shovel as his body now was exhausted as his mind. He would sleep well tonight.
After a while he would stretch his back, wiping sweat off his face and looking at the top of the whole. And straight at the amaura who had curled up there so she could keep an eye on him all the time, while her crystals lowered the temperature. He still didn't understood what she was and how she could be so cold, but he understood she had helped him being able to continue digging.

She gracefully raised her head and tilted it questioningly at him. "She's beautiful." He thought and for a moment he forgot all the sadness while he was wonderstruck by her beauty. Her sails started to mix the colors of blue and green, which made him stare speech-less.
"Maurr!" She cried happily, changing her sails to complete green and got to her feet. The spell was broken and the sorrow washed over Yngve again. The amaura's sails instantly turned blue again.

Yngve got up from the grave either by himself or with help from the man. The amaura nudged his shoulder and he gave a single, brief pat as he looked at the mankey.
"What now?" He asked the man, in a horse voice.

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The man came and stood by Yngve's side as he began the digging. His face softened when he watched him work, but offered no comment. There was something to be said about someone who worked with the dead and the grieving that lent him the understanding of how loss worked on the human mind, it would appear. He offered sympathy and company with his silent, respectful presence, not with words. Nor did he sit down at all--feeling that it would not be right, perhaps, that Yngve was breaking his back over the grave while he lounged to the side.

Eventually, when the hold was four feet deep, the coroner uncrossed his arms and stepped up. "That's good enough," he said quietly, and held out a hand to offer the last of the water in the waterskin he'd brought along, so Yngve can refresh himself.

After that, silence. Silence as the coroner offered his hand and Yngve accepted it, pulling him out of the grave that went almost over his head. For a moment after the fact and the man had let go, he stood there studying the rogue. What he truly saw, one could not know. But he nodded somberly towards Killer's body and said, "Now you will lower her body into the grave, and you will bury her."

He was silent for a second longer.

"I believe you ask me for more than the immediate," he said eventually, and his eyes met Yngve's. There was compassion there, though the deep, steady voice did not change. "I cannot answer you this, lad. I do not know, myself. When my father passed..." His eyes flickered past Yngve, to the other side of the cemetery. For a moment he looked lost, like he had gone back to a place nobody can follow, but he shook himself and regained control soon after.

Clearing his throat, he began again. "I cannot give you an answer. What I can do, however, is perhaps--a chance. Something to do. If not to alleviate your grief, then to remind you that it is not all-consuming." He clasped his hands in front of him and studied Yngve a little longer. "You owe me no favor, lad. Listen well--after you have buried your friend, you should take the northernmost road of the city towards the gate in that direction. Exit it, and make your way to the Crater Lake. There is an old herbalist there who always needs help. In exchange, she will give you help."

The coroner reached out and clasped Yngve on the shoulder. "Help that I can't give. I wish you the best of luck. No need to return to us after this if you don't want it--we will understand. Only promise that you will look after yourself." He glanced at the amaura. "And you, too. Look after both of you."

With that, they parted ways. The man waved his hand at the shovel, telling Yngve to leave it there once he was done. It was an old one anyway, he said. And soon he was alone, the coroner gone, probably due to return to the city on his own if he had waited long enough and he still did not come back. That left Yngve with the heavy task of putting Killer to rest for the last time, which he would be able to do on his own time, at his own terms. He had been given a destination after this if he needed it. And until then...

Until then he was left to his sorrows and the amaura. He can spend the remaining daylight hours as he pleased. Once the sun went down, it would surely be far cooler and more suitable to lounge.

A wind stirred the trees Yngve stood near. Something bright green lighted upon it with a cushioned hop, drawing his eye if he happened to look that way. The natu--wild, with its staring eyes opened and staring directly at him--made no sound. It balanced precariously upon the thin branch and simply observed, making no comment, no move towards Yngve himself. Unless he chose to remark on it somehow or interact with it, this would be his watcher for the rest of the day: exist in his space, but not intruding upon it.

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Yngve didn't really notice the walk from the house to the cemetery and Mary's answer to his question was either not given or he was too deep in his mourning to realize she talked to him.

When he had been helped up and had gulped the last of the water, he frowned confused at the explanation the man gave him to his question. He understood he had to put Killer down into the hole to bury her, but else would he need? What should he say? What was usually done to pay the dead ones the last respect?
He stayed silent as he waited for the man to continue, but what he was told only bewildered him even more. What was he talking about? What had that to do with how to do with the hole when it was dug and the body ready to be placed in it?
He glanced at the man, still frowning and wondered if he only knew about how to bury humans, and if there weren't any traditions with pokemon at all? Perhaps the help the man had offered only applied to finding a place to dig the grave?
Yngve worried of what he could do about it, as it sounded like the man thought he had done what he had offered which meant Yngve couldn't ask for any more. He wasn't interested in getting anyone against him, as it could expose him to the people who surely still hunted him.

His sorrow made his brain work slower than usual and it took some time and happy nudging from the amaura for him to understand what the man had said. "And you too. Look after both of you."
"Hey! No! I can't do that, she can't come with me! Hey, wait!" Yngve exclaimed and stared after the man who just gestured to the shovel, either too far away to not really hear what he said, or trying to get rid of the ice type.
"You can't just foist her upon me! Why are you doing this!?" He shouted after the man and looked hopelessly after the disappearing man, and he turned to look at the amaura.
"Ahrrg, I'm sorry. Don't misunderstand me." He exclaimed and felt to his knees beside the crushed amaura. Her sails had turned deep blue and she looked like she had thought about bury herself in the hole he had been digging.
He placed a hand on her chin and looked worried at her. "I'm so sorry. I just thought it wouldn't be a good idea as my life is rather dangerous." He said and both glanced at the dead mankey close by.
"Maurrr!" She cried and buried her head at his chest. The cold touch made him shiver, but he ignored it and hugged her.
"I will take you with me if you want to, you are a beautiful pokemon." He said and her sails immediately turned green. "Maurr!"
"You say that a lot, huh? I'm going to call you Mau unless you are protesting." He said and just received more happy exclamations and cold head nudging.
"She is just as unwanted as I am, I really hope I can keep her safe." He thought for himself as she pulled away from him and his body heat and retreated to the shadow a tree, in the attempt of cooling down. "It is too hot for her, very well I was going north any way." He thought and was relieved she had forgiven him so fast.

He got to his feet and sorrow swept over his face again as he looked at Killer's body. He had no idea of what to do, but he had to come up with something himself.
He walked over, picked her gently up and paused as memories of their time together rushed over him triggered by looking at her face. A drop of temperature woke him up again and he sent Mau a sad smile before he carried Killer to her last resting place. He carefully placed her on the edge and jumped down into the hole and dragged Killer rather un-ceremonially down to him, since he hadn't any other way to get her down there.
He whispered an apology to her as he placed her in a more comfortable position, and after studying her for a moment, he pulled off his shirt and covered her with it. He felt stupid for trying to protect her against the dirt he was going to cover her with, and a bit embarrassed he thought she should get the shirt with her to play with, as she had loved that while she had still lived.

That done, he realized he didn't know how to get up from the hole again. He had gotten help the last time and the shovel was up on the top. He scratched his head as he thought about what to do, and grimace as he could only picture how Killer would laugh at his stupidity.
A series of soft thuds beside him caught his attention and he noticed line of smaller stones which had wedged itself into sides and made fine steps out from the hole. "Amauurr" Mau called from the top and he understood she had made the steps for him, as a few more rocks were flying around her.
He crawled up and looked silently down at Killer for a long time, while he tried to come up with something to say.
"Thank you." He whispered at last, as he couldn't come up with anything else to say. Then he grabbed the shovel and started to fill up the hole, while tears started to run down his cheeks again.

He didn't get very far before big parts of the loose earth he had dug up earlier, started to roll down into the hole. He paused and looked astonished as Mau somehow moved the earth around, wasn't she a ice type? She hesitated but as he just nodded to her, she continued and quickly filled the hole. When she was done she raised some bigger stones from deep down the ground and placed them on the newly dug grave as a memorial and blew some snow over it too.
It melted quickly, but it looked beautiful as long as it lasted. Yngve petted Mau his thanks as his voice again failed him, but he was thankful for what she had done with Killer's grave, and he thought it was fitting for her.

Not long after, he had recalled Mau as the heat had been too much for her. And he was grumping walking out from the cemetery with the egg and the other pokeball, which both technically was his, but was too just left by the man without telling Yngve. Or perhaps he had told it, but Yngve had just missed it because he had been mourning.
He wasn't sure he wanted to keep them or not, as he feared for their safety, but just as with Mau, it would probably mean certain death for the egg to be left alone here too. He shot a glance back towards the natu in the trees, it hadn't moved. It was probably interested in eating the egg, it would certainly be an easy meal for it.
That left him only to decide about the other pokeball, but he wanted to get away from the creepy stare of the psychic bird first, as it could be a scout! He would find a quiet place to see what was contained in the occupied pokeball, and he would look for a place to get a new shirt, as it would be too cold tonight for him to travel without.
After that was soughed out, his first priority was to make a plan of what to do next, as now the only thing he knew was, he would try avoid the herbalist and try to figure out why the Guardians and rouge had been, whose fatal battle had killed Killer. Not because he wanted revenge, but because he wanted to know if any of them could happen to want their pokemon back, as it was clearly an accident it had been dropped in the middle of the battle.

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Yngve had a multitude of decisions he could make, all of which could be tended to at his leisure.

Where he stood underneath the shade of the tree was a suitable place to meet the second member of his team if he chose to do so. Aside from the occasional mourner and the natu that watched from above, there was no one who would bother him, although he might get a few looks of disapproval from those who came to pay their respects.

Meeting the mystery pokemon may (or may not) have ended up being a total disappointment to the rogue after seeing the intimidating, powerful pokemon that the previous owner possessed—whoever that was. In contrast, the buneary was anything BUT intimidating—it was… cute… and bouncy. From the moment it materialized from the pokeball, the rabbit obnoxiously hopped in place in front of its new handler. What made the whole situation even stranger was the normal-type’s facial expression—there was none. It was completely straight-faced while it jumped up and down at about knee-height whilst looking up at Yngve, unblinking, almost as if it were awaiting a command. Whoever its owner had been, it appeared that they had trained it well. You know, except for that little quirk where it wouldn’t stop hopping, no matter what Yngve had to say about the behavior.

However long the man chose to get acquainted with the buneary, however, there was still plenty of time left for other activities.

Then again, if he were to decide his first order of business was to find clothing to replace his current garments, he could have done that as well. The spot would still be available to him for a time, but he would be wise not to return some time after dark. Alternately, they could always get acquainted some other time in some other place if none of the scenarios suited him.

Finding somewhere to replace his clothing, on the other hand, really came down to what his preference dictated. From where he stood at the edge of the cemetery, he could see a sign that hung from one of the sandstone buildings, engraved with the title, Sew Be It. The establishment was known in the city, and even quite famous, for its high-quality sewaddle silk products that they made custom directly in front of the customer! It would be costly to go this route, though, and there would be no way to pilfer one such shirt due to the way they conducted business, but Yngve might’ve found the novelty of the experience worth the extra coin.

If he decided against Sew Be It then so be it the next option available to him was to simply start walking. Several blocks further on down the main street Yngve would eventually find another General Shoppe different from the one that he had been at earlier that day, where he could find basic tunics and also stock up on anything he might’ve forgotten earlier. Unfortunately, all they had were earthen colored garb, but one such piece would at least get the job done, and they were much cheaper than the previous alternative.

Lastly, the rogue had one final decision out of three that needed to be made:
    1.) Would he risk returning to the scene of Killer’s death in search of answers and, potentially, exposing himself to depression once again.

    2.) Would he follow the coroner’s advice and seek out the herbalist, postponing his current endeavors, but leading him out of the city. Or…

    3.) Would he simply find a tavern to rest for the day/night and pick up where he left off the following morning? He was definitely deserving of a long rest after the events that had transpired this day.
The choice was his to make.


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Yngve looked up in the shade of the treetops before he turned on his heels and strode away. The place was peaceful and quiet and hadn't it been a cemetery where his beloved friend had just been put to rest, he wouldn't have hesitated to see was occupied the pokeball here. The problem was he had no idea of what it was, and it could by anything from a hippopotas to a wailord, who both could destroy the newly made grave for Killer. He suspected it to be something big and wild, as the battling rogue and guardian had been highly skilled and the pokemon they had used, had been very strong. A part of him was sure it would attack him, as soon as it appeared.

When he reached a fairly wide and empty street, where he hoped there was space for a wailord, he held the pokeball as far from him as possible as he called it out, and was ready to recalled whatever appeared. He turned his body a bit to keep the egg in his other arm, far away from any potential danger.
He blinked surprised since what appeared was very small and did not stop it's hopping up and down one second.
"Is it a spoink?" He thought wondering before it was fully revealed, He didn't not know other pokemon who bounced all the time, and was relieved it was something so small and cute, since he would then have a chance to handling this one. Then he noticed its stare and shuddered, was it one of those creepy espurr from the Pennants he had just been on?

He flinched as it started to jump towards him, though it's expression didn't change and it did nothing else than continue to bounce when it got to his side.
Yngve slowly picked up his pokecard, which he had forgot how he had got his hands on, and looked the brown bouncing pokemon up. It was called a buneary and he was told it was a male too. He looked uncomfortable at the staring rabbit and thought it would have been easy to sell, if it hadn't had that creepy expression on its face.
He recalled it as he couldn't bear to stay too long in his presence, the blank stare made him uneasy.

He looked around to find a place to get a new shirt, and spotted what looked like a tailoring shop. He smiled wryly when he saw the name and remembered what he had heard about it. He would have loved to go in there and get a really cool shirt, but he knew it would make him easier to distinguish in a crowd, or to remember if people asked for him.
He turned his back on the tailoring shop and continued down the road in the hope to find something more common and plain. Obviously he walked in the opposite direction of the destroyed General shoppe where he had lost Killer, since he had no plans at all to ever go in there again if he could avoid it.

It turned out to be quite a walk, where he had plenty of time to get reminded of Killer and to feel everyone stared at his bare chest while he was cradling the egg in his arms. He used not to care much about how he looked, but that had been before the death of his brother and the bullying he had experienced after that. Now he was fully aware his slender body wasn't a well built one and that everyone would find it weird he walked around barebacked, when he hadn't anything to show.
He eventually walked into another General Shoppe he came by, to see if he was lucky they had something he could use. They had.

As he entered he acted embarrassed and walked straight to the tunics and started to look through them one handed, while he searched for one in a different color than the non-dyed one he had had until now. If he was going to get a new one, he could just as well get something different to hopefully make it a bit more difficult for his pursuers. He picked one and walked to the counter, avoiding looking the cashier or anyone else in the eyes, while he smiled sheepishly. It did not quite reached his eyes though, where there was still a hint of sadness.
If anyone asked him why he was needing a shirt, he would run a hand through he his hair and with an embarrassed laugh he would say: "I destroyed the other."
He had seen Jens do it several times, though Yngve wasn't as good an actor as his older brother, who could charm everyone with a cute smile.

He looked up at the cashier, or whoever he was talking with, like he suddenly remembered something else.
"I'm glad this shop is fine by the way." He said and looked around again. "I came across one which was really destroyed. I think it was due to the a battle between a blond guardian and what I guess was a rogue. Is it typical around here to battle inside the buildings?" He asked half joking. "It is probably the doing of the aggron, since there were rocks everywhere."
He had to clench his jaw to fight the tears that suddenly threatened to overwhelm him, as he was reminded what those rocks had done, but a moment after he looked like nothing was wrong.
He hoped he could get some info on the two battlers by simply chatting. Since they both were so strong he suspected at least the guardian was well known in the area, and he needed to know if the buneary was a well known member of the team and he would have to get rid of him as fast as possible.

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Chloe saw the young man enter the store, as she slouched over the counter with an elbow resting against the pine surface and her chin resting in that hand. There was no particular reason she noticed him, he seemed just like any other member of the town, if a little bit paler. However, the shop was rarely ever engulfed in customers, so it was actually more difficult to miss someone entering than to pointedly notice them. She glanced at the other two customers browsing the wares. One she recognized as a man who frequented the shop, but he never bought anything, he only came to steal glimpses of Chloe when she was distracted with other patrons. It was an odd habit, but he struck her as the type that would never act on his desires, no matter how desperate for her attention he became; it was sad really, but she had no interest in him so as long as he wasn't breaking or stealing things he could be as introverted as he wished. The second customer seemed to be wrapping up their small list of items, so Chloe stood straight, put on the smile Old Man had taught her to display and efficiently handled the older woman's transaction. As soon as her back was turned to leave, Chloe returned to her original stance and sought out the most recent arrival again.

The young man seemed only a few years younger than herself, though his unkempt appearance made it hard to determine exactly how old he was. Regardless of his age, he seemed to know exactly what he was looking for as he skimmed the plain tunics she had stitched herself over the last several weeks. The man selected one, looking almost embarrassed all the while he had searched, and hurriedly approached the counter. This time she did not stand at attention like she did with all the other customers that entered through that old doorway; no, this time she studied this young man, his face most of all. There was something about him that seemed familiar, something in his bearing. Chloe shifted her head in her hand, causing a lock of her chocolate brown hair to fall before her emerald green eyes. She blew the wayward strands away just as the man reached her, and appraised the shirt in his hands and the clothes he was already wearing. Not much of the colorful type apparently. She lazily took the item from him and turned it this way and that, as if she didn't already know the lay of every thread, and then passed it back to him with a smirk. ”You know, there is an evergreen one, exactly like this, on the rack. It would look much better on you, and it ain't very flashy. How about it? I might even be willin' to cut you a deal on it, since I know you would look so handsome with it.” Chloe's voice was warm and soft, and she would throw a wink Yngve's way regardless of his decision.

Once a decision had been made by the young rogue, and Chloe listened to his tale about the other shop, she studied both the shirt once more and the speaker. It was then that Chloe noticed what she had recognized when he had walked in; the smothering of pain and despair. The red around the edges of the young man's eyes were a fair clue, but it was the darkness inside those hazel eyes that she would never misread. After living so long on the streets like she had, this was a look that you became all too well acquainted with. This fellow did not need teases and winks, he needed a distraction while time healed the wounds that were threatening to tear him apart.

Chloe smiled warmly at the stranger, not knowing what was hurting him so, but knowing that every little bit of kindness could go for miles. The former street urchin did her best to answer Yngve's questions, ”I have heard some rumors of a fight earlier, but couldn't get anything solid out of anyone. Battles between handlers ain't anything out of the ordinary, or even ones between the Guardians and rogues, but rarely do they level whole buildings. I wonder who that particular Guardian was?” She earnestly pondered the thought while rapidly packing the shirt in a rough burlap covering and tying it closed with twine.”You know what, this thing is old and I did a shoddy job sewin' it together. How about you just take it off my hands and get what use you can out of it?”

The young woman slid the parcel across to Yngve, and gestured towards the door with a nod of her head. ”I don't know if you're interested, but I saw a job posting in the square that a few others seemed to be avoidin'. Not sure as to why, but maybe it will strike your fancy more than it did there's. You seem like you could use a bit of a challenge. Who knows, maybe you will even get to travel.”

Chloe would have little more to say, but if Yngve had any more questions she would answer them, her responses would be unlikely to yield anything of true value, as her life revolved around this little shop and the Old Man who had saved her from a life on the streets. But no matter what, Yngve would be leaving the store with a new shirt and a tip about a job posting. Should he decide to follow that tip, he would find the posting asked for handlers to escort a large caravan north through Route 7 to Miramossa, as several recent attacks had made the trip hazardous. All one had to do was arrive at the town's western gate in a fortnight. They offered fair pay and sleeping arrangements, but warned that they would be expected to defend the cargo should trouble arise. It could very well be a difficult challenge indeed, but it was one that would take the rogue away for a time and demand the full attention of his focus to accomplish.

Then again, guard duty isn't typically something a rogue partakes in unless they want to steal what they are protecting. That was also an option. Nevertheless, Yngve could go about his own way, doing whatever his broken heart could stand for the next two weeks before the caravan was ready to leave, then make a final decision.

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Yngve waited to the old woman was out the door, before he walked to the desk. He was silent while the female cashier looked closer at the shirt he had chosen, and wondered about what he should say. Jens had always continued chatting with the people he was distracting, and never had had any problems keeping their attention with his charming personality, but Yngve hadn't inherited that. Not from what he knew at least.
He looked surprised at her when she winked at him and suggested another shirt from the racks. Had he been able to charm her anyway?
He smiled wryly, and once again ran a hand through his hair in the same embarrassed manner as before. He returned to the shirts, secured the egg in one arm and flipped through them again.
"Oh, so it is this one, you are talking about? Or this?" He asked with feigned cheerfulness as he pointed on different ones to show which one he was talking about. When she confirmed he took it to the counter to pay for it, instead of the first one he had chosen.

He looked politely interested in her explanation to his question, though he was not pleased with the answer, and a mild frown appeared on his forehead as he thought of any way to get more information. He wasn't sure how much this woman knew though, nor how to ask without sounding weird or making her or the other customer suspicious.
His thoughts were interrupted when she didn't ask for any money, but instead decided to give him the shirt with the excuse it was poorly crafted, which he didn't believed for one second. He wasn't going to turn down such an offer though.

"Thank you." He said gratefully after a moment of speechless staring. He didn't know what else to say, and laughed a bit sheepishly which appeared much more real than the other he had used.
He accepted the shirt and then looked a bit clueless between it and the egg. He hesitated, but then placed the egg carefully at the desk while he unpacked the shirt and quickly put it on. It was, after all, the reason he had bought it in the first place.
He gently took the egg from the desk (or the cashier, had she taken it into her arms) and wrapped the burlap around it, in the attempt to protect it a little bit. As he did so, he listened to her suggestion about a job, and he wondered if it was because she thought he needed to get out of town, or because he needed the money. He had to admit he probably looked like he needed both, arriving shirtless and dirty from the digging. He oppressed a mourning expression and nodded thoughtfully like he really considered her idea. To him it didn't sounded like it was a very good one if others avoided it, and he was definitely not ready to be social, to let someone know him and especially not to work without Killer.
"It sounds like I should take a look then, thank you." He said with a smile, and added. "Thank you very much." Before he raised a hand as goodbye and walked out the door.

He walked to the job board to take a look, more out of curiosity than actually wanting to take a job. Perhaps there was some useful information there too.
It was easy to find the parchment the cashier had talked about, since to him it looked like it had been hanging there for quite a while already, and it therefore stood out. He quickly decided against it though, since he only had two weak pokemon, which he doubted even could defend himself if needed. Furthermore he would waste two weeks before the caravan would be leaving the Town, and Yngve was planning to be on his way long before that. He did not dare to stay in one place for such amount of time, especially not when he had already spent too much time in the area.

He glanced at the other notices but was distracted before he got a closer look, by a frightening familiar figure. There was too many people for him to be sure it was the blond guardian from earlier, and the chance of getting recognized wouldn't be the greatest either. They hadn't really paid attention to their surrounding while battling, since if they had they surely wouldn't have torn down the building upon a child, right?
Yngve wouldn't take the risk and he had to take several deep breaths to keep himself from panicking and run. It would just draw attention to him. He snatched a random job poster and walked away calmly while looking from it to his surroundings, like he was following guidance from the paper.
One thing followed the other, and before he knew it he was back at Cypwater

~Freeform - The Parting~

The trip north was much faster than the trip south, as Lamar was much faster with his pearl than Yngve would ever be on foot. Most of the time they were alone on the long road, which suited Yngve well and as he had both Lamar an Myrtle to get to know, he didn't get bored.
An early evening they came across a merchant who was sitting up camp early, and they happily accepted his offer to share a meal with him. The man had several bouffalants with him, which had no problem keeping him safe from bandits or wild pokemon, and he offered Yngve to travel with him as well.
Yngve thanked the man for the offer, but rejected it as he needed to get to his destination much faster than the merchant traveled, and he lied and said he soon had to get off the road. The merchant tried to convince him otherwise, but failed and instead started to ask about Lamar's necklace and tried to buy it. Unlike Yngve, he knew what it was and what it was worth, but Yngve refused as it was a gift to the lapras from his last handler, and it was too precious to him for Yngve to sell.
The conversation turned to be about what the merchant was selling and as Yngve showed interest, he found out his wares and showed it tohim, in the hope of selling something.
Yngve was persuaded to buy some flutes and a stone which should somehow help Myrtle evolve at some point. Neither Lamar nor Yngve was interested in that happening now, so it was buried deeply at the bottom of the bag. He didn't managed to haggle the price down on some of the incenses, where he was especially interested in the one attracting the flying types, since a scout or, if bigger, an easy escape would be handy.
As Myrtle happened to distract the merchant and Lamar, Yngve let one of the flying incenses slip into his pocket unseen, and as the merchant turned to him again, he asked one more time for a discount, which was a no, and then started to show interest in some of the other wares, though he didn't bought anything else.

They shared some tea with the merchant and then continued shortly after. They left the road a few kilometers further ahead and went into the desert, where they would travel parallel to the road until he thought it was safe to return to it. Or so was the plan, but as the long trip was tiring and Yngve was the only one who knew the plan, they got astray at some point, which Yngve didn't realized before they got Navdia Crater in sight.

Yngve groaned while Lamar made an excited cry as he was happy to see something else than dry desert-like landscapes, while Myrtle didn't noticed anything as she was fast asleep on Lamar's back beside Yngve.
"How did we end here again?" Yngve said so troubled, it made Lamar turn his head as he wondered what was wrong.
"It is alright." Yngve reassured the lapras with a smile and petted him on his neck, though the worried looked returned to Yngve's face as soon as he had said it, which made Lamar wonder what have happened here. Where the boy in trouble all over the region? Perhaps it hadn't been the best idea to join him with his Little Flower.

Speaking of her, she soon woke up and groggily watched the town getting closer. It had been a long trip and not even the normally warm sun could give her much energy.
"I need to call you back when we get closer, Lamar." Yngve told the lapras and made an apologizing grimace when he saw the annoyed look on his new friends face.
"I'm sorry, but I need to keep a low profile until I know how things look here, and a floating lapras isn't' actually a common sight so far from water." Lamar huffed as he didn't wanted to accept the reality. He wanted to stay close to Myrtle and make sure both she and the boy was safe, and he wanted to see something else than the sea of sand. Had he known how much there was of it, he probably wouldn't have dreamt just as much about exploring the dry land.

As they got closer, Lamar was recalled while Yngve kept Myrtle out. Since he hadn't had her last time he hoped she would help him blend in with other handlers. He also wanted the company as he was pretty sure he didn't have the strength to enter the town alone, and the weather was hot for poor Mau, while Mimi, which he had called the buneary in the lack of better ideas, was only out when necessary. He seemed to spook the whole team with his bouncing and staring.

Not long after entering the town, Yngve was thrown off balance and nearly fell, as his back suddenly made an abruptly movement. He quickly regain his balance and looked around to see who or what had bumped into him, when it happened again. He crouched down and placed Myrtle on the ground beside him and opened his back. The egg rolled out as the thing inside once again tried to get out.
"Petiiii!" Came a excited exclamation from Myrtle and she quickly stopped the rolling egg. Yngve smiled as she nudged it gently and released a sweet scent as she always did around it. She had always been the one most interested in the egg and Yngve guessed it was because she was the youngest (in mind at least), and the egg gave her a chance to feel like the big one.

They waited for a while, but nothing appeared from the egg and it just continued to rock back and forth. With a sigh Yngve picked up both Myrtle and the fighting egg, which he wondered how long would take to get out, and what to do if it stopped rocking again. Should he try to break it himself then? Or should he go to a healer?
He continued worrying as he walked through the town until he spotted the job board again, he could as well take a look at it now he was here. If not anything else better appeared, he now had a pokemon who he thought would make it possible to take the job he had seen there last time he had looked. Though he had no idea how long time he had been gone, since the days had been mixed together from the lack of something to tell one day apart of the other.

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Navdia Crater was very much the same city that Yngve left before his trip to Cypwater. Its dusty brick structures lined the streets, overlooking the people of the desert town, and the same hustle and bustle of its denizens remained unchanged. Unlike Cypwater whose open areas allowed for its party-like atmosphere, Navdia propagated a feeling of suffocation. Each of its buildings were connected, shoved against each other to make the most of the space. A system of bridges and archways linked them, allowed for easy access from place to place. This architecture style naturally formed multiple small paths and alleyways with which the Navdians could utilize; however, to the average foreigner, the whole city felt like a maze. The only sense of open space came in the form of a bazaar, where merchants of all types came to vend their wares. It would be Yngve’s first sight as he entered the city and he would have to cross through it should he want to reach the nearest job board.

Stalls selling exquisite tapestries, colorful fabric, exotic fruits, mined materials and every other good found under the sun, were scattered throughout the area. Shouts and screams advertising their businesses kept the town lively for the most part. It was often a joke among the natives that children would know when their bedtimes were when they heard the sound of the last bazaar call. As rogue looked around, he would notice an old turbaned merchant dressed in elegant purple robes beckon him over to show him something.

“Young man, I have a special deal for you. In this pokeball is a very special creature called a Chespin. It is a rare pokemon known for its bravery and loyalty.” He stroked his beard with his hand and glanced at grass type at his feet from the corner of his vision. A twinkle shone in his eyes before he continued his sales speech. “I can sense you are a man in need of strong pokemon. The city has been plagued with thieves lately and one cannot be left with merely a petilil to protect him. I promise you that this Chespin will grow to become big and strong. Can I interest you in parting with 200 gold for this beauty?” The man offered Yngve a smile, hoping to close the deal. Regardless of what the rogue said in response, he would nod politely at his decision and wave him a friendly goodbye, wishing him luck on whatever journey he finds himself in in the future.

If Yngve asked for directions to the job board, he would point out the general direction for him. If he decided to look for it himself, he would take a much longer time finding it, but would eventually discover it after an hour of exploring. Turns out, it was a few streets over from the bazaar, plastered on a wall between a tavern called the “Cacturne’s Spirit” and another stall selling handcrafted weapons. The lanky dark-skinned man tending the shop perked up after seeing the rogue walk towards him and was ready to exchange pleasantries, but was disappointed when he realized that Yngve was not interested in his wide array of spears and swords, but rather in the job board instead. His shoulders slumped slightly while his hopeful grin slowly diminished into a frown. He thought for sure that a customer would come his way this time, but it seems that once again he was wrong. His idea of selling weapons by the mission board was sound, though he wasn’t sure why he wasn’t getting the customers he was sure he would get. ‘Location, location, location’ right? Wasn’t that the mantra? He sighed heavily as he watched the light skinned man peruse through the shoddy pieces of paper pinned to the brick wall.

Before Yngve could even read a single word, a small cracking sound from the egg in his arms interrupted him. It slowly started to rock back and forth before it shattered completely. Shards of eggshells flew in every direction. One such piece even hit the spectating merchant in the eye, forcing him to let out a small yelp in response. He rubbed his eyes to ensure that the stray material hadn’t gotten stuck and when he opened his eyes, there sat a peculiar light green creature. Actually, this creature was not that peculiar to the merchant as it was very common in this neck of the woods. Two pink flowers jutted out from its thorny rabbit ear appendages. Before Yngve could even comprehend what had emerged from his egg, it smiled at him, waved its hands in the air and shook its hips as if it were dancing. “Maractus,” it cried, attempting to hug the man with a happy grin.

Now, that his egg had hatched, Yngve was surely going to take some time to meet his new team member. The merchant, a little pissed off by the egg projectile in his eye, turned around and scoffed, placing his attention back on his wares. Should Yngve take a look at the job postings, he would find papers with various jobs already crossed off. Fortunately, there were still the following jobs left:


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Escort needed! We are merely a group of volcano enthusiasts interested in researching the currently inactive volcano. Pesky fire types have bothered our prior excursions and we are in sore need of someone to take care of them. Please meet us at the Sandstone Inn. We will be waiting.


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Looking for a Maractus and a Vullaby. My name is Ferdinand Foghandler and I am a food connoisseur. I have travelled all over the region in search of local delicacies and have heard of this wonderful dish made of Maracti juice and Seasoned Vullaby. If someone could please deliver to me these two pokemon, my chefs will create the most exquisite dish. I am often found at the Sandile’s Tooth. Reward: Up for discussion


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Ice-type Handler required. One of Lord Grapar’s palace coolers has mysteriously vanished. A handler with an ice type pokemon is needed to temporarily take his place while the guard investigates the disappearance. If interested, head to Lord Grapar’s residence and ask for Molly.


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Ah! The marked place! A place full of all the hearts desires, a heaven for a skilled pickpocket, the easiest way to get rich on both valuable stuff and getting a kick.
If just he hadn't have to be invisible and avoid all things which could draw attention to him, or had he just known the city better, but at least the crowd was excellent to blend with, while all the seller provided plenty of distraction to anyone who might had a chance of recognizing him.
Even if he had the opportunity and time to take a better look at the wares and people around him, Myrtle and the egg effectively kept his attention as both wriggled in his arms, and he was close to drop one of them several time.

Therefore he didn't noticed the seller before he more or less walked straight into him. He didn't get time to say he wasn't interested in buying anything, before the other man started his sale speech while stroking his beard.
"I already have a grass type." He started to refuse, but the other continued like he hadn't said anything. Yngve wondered briefly if he should tell he had other pokemon, or if it was better to leave that out, since if thers heard they could be interested and try to pickpocket him.
He glanced at the chespin too, just waiting for a chance to finally refuse the offer as he didn't needed any other rare pokemon to risk drawing attention to him. A rare ice type and a floating water type in the dessert was more than enough.

Then his eyes met the chespin.
The sad look made him weaver on his decision. "You don't need her!" He told himself and wondered briefly why he suddenly had to convince himself of that. He exhaled and was about to walk away when his eyes was drawn to the chespin again. Her eyes begged him to take her with him and away from here, her whole subdued body language told she had had a tough life.
Yngve smiled wryly of the irony, when the seller warned him about thieves.
Then he sighed and nodded to the bearded man. "Alright, I'll take her." He said as he accepted he couldn't leave her here, as her depressed behavior reminded her too much of himself.
He had to put Myrtle down to find the money, and as he took care of the trading she walked to the other grass type and looked curiously at her.

To Yngve's surprise, the chespin didn't light up or looked relieved when he got her pokeball, which he had thought she would. She had looked like she had wanted to come with him, perhaps she didn't wanted that anyway?
"The same to you." He said absentminded as the seller wished him well and then picked up Myrtle before she ran away. She started to looked distracted by her surroundings since the apathetic chespin soon became bored to look at.
"Come with me." He said gently and checked several times that his newest pokeon followed him. She did, but without any enthusiasm, and Yngve wondered what it was he thought he had seen, and decided to find her another home or release her if necessary. Just like he was planning to do with most of his pokemon, except Lamar and probably Myrtle as Lamar would never just let him give her away.

Yngve didn't thought of asking for any help and walked around, getting lost several times and ending back at where he had started: the market place. At one time he even lost Chespin, who he for a moment thought had left him entirely, until Myrtle started to complain and following her gaze he saw why. Chespin had found a stall which were selling nuts and was eagerly picking up some of the ones which had fallen to the ground.
Yngve hurried to her side and stopped her from trying to reach the nuts on the table too, which the seller definitely would approve, and he didn't needed the attention from the guard right now.
"Hey hey, what are you doing?" He asked and grabbed Chespin's arm. She flinched and did not dare look at him at all. He let go of her arm and she covered herself as she expected to get hit, while he studied her closely. She did not look like she had been starving at all, but she had definitely gorged on what she had found on the ground.
He looked down at noticed several nuts was still untouched down there, so why had she tried to take some from the table instead? Myrtle wriggled while she did her best to get free and get something to eat too, crying out her complains as Yngve held her firmly in place. It was not fair!
Yngve looked at the hazel nuts on the table and smiled as he looked at the ones on the ground, where there were none of those.... left.
Much to Myrtles annoyance, which she made sure to tell him, he rose and turned to the nut seller. "Can I buy a few one of those?" He asked and pointed at the nuts Chespin had tried to get. He kneeled and offered Chespin one of them, which she looked warily at for a long moment, before the temptation became too big and she snatched it and scooped it into her mouth.
She closed her eyes enjoying the taste and Yngve smiled as he could see her mouth was already full of the nuts, but pleased she didn't looked depressed, even if it was only for a moment.
He turned back to the seller. "I would like some more of those. What are they called?" He asked and repeated the answer thoughtfully. "Hazel."
"Thank you." He said to the seller and gave one to Myrtle to get her to shut up, before he gestured to the chespin to follow him again in his search for the job board.

It took some time, but finally he saw it down a street. He barely reached it before the egg in his hands suddenly cracked, and rather forcefully too. Myrtle started cry when she was hit by one of the shells, chespin hid behind Yngve who was worried about what would appear.
"Ouch!" He groaned as the newly hatched maractus hugged him happily and pushed both her thorns and eggshells towards his skin. He had to put Myrtle down so he could start to gently release himself from maractus' arms and "ears", which the petilil wasn't pleased with at all. She was hurt and was crying, but instead of being cradled and comforted she was ignored!
She screamed and slapped the maractus with her leaves to punish her for taking Yngve's attention away from her. "Petipetipeti! Li-Liiii !" Both Yngve and the chespin covered their ears when Myrtle reach new heights with her voice, but the maractus just stared surprised at her.
Myrtle became quiet with awe, chins wet from her tears, when the maractus started to move around her making a strange sound which the petilil never had heard before. "Liii..." She cried nervously and ran t hide in Yngve's arms as the rattling scared her. Maractus stopped again and looked confused at Myrtle, not understanding her reaction at all. She had just tried to dance to her song, but why had the other green pokemon stopped singing?
"Calm down Myrtle, it is alright." Yngve said and the petilil relaxed pleased as she now got both the comforting and cradling she had wished for. When she was calm he recalled her.

"What am I supposed to do with so many pokemon." Yngve muttered to himself with a sigh as he looked at the maractus, who was looking around curiously.
"Mara? Do you want one of those?" He asked and have to wave a few times to get the maractus attention, and he offered her a hazel nut when he got it. She looked between him and the nut on his palm before slowly taking it, not knowing what to do with it. Then her attention was caught by something beside Yngve, and he looked only to notice the chespin, who stared at the nut longingly.
"I have one for you too, Hazel." He said as she had now finally chewed the others. At the word Hazel her heard jerked towards him hopefully.
"Yes I have a nut for you." He laughed and handed her one she immideately stuffed in her mouth.
"But I actually thought of calling you Hazel." She looked up at him again when he said the name. "Since you like the nut so much, I think it will be fitting. What do you say?"
She looked hopefully at him and he shook his head with a smile, which made her retreat to her spot behind him again.
"At least I can get your attention with that name." He commented on her lack of acknowledge.
He turned to look at the maractus who had a puzzled look on her face, as she was trying to chew her first meal and couldn't figure out if she liked the taste or not.

With calm and occupied pokemon, Yngve rose to take a look at the job board. The thing he had seen the last time he had looked at it was gone, so it was probably too late for that one.
There was several papers left but most of them was crossed over, which Yngve found strange. Didn't people usually take them down and with them, if they took a job?
There were a few left, though none of them looked to be a perfect fit for him. There was the volcano trip, which was out of the town but with an ice type and three grass types, he wasn't sure how well he could do in that job. He had Lamar who was a pretty strong water type, but who knew how many opponents they would encounter? Even he had a limit on how many he could deal with at the same time.

There were also the one where they searched for an ice type, but it would keep him in the city for an unknown amount of time, and he didn't believe it would be an easy job for Mau in this heat. Even if he had remembered Lamar was an ice type too, he would have dismissed the job, simply because it would keep him in one place.

He rose his eyebrows when he saw a third job, which was a strange coincidal and would be perfect way to decrease the number of both grasstypes and pokemon in general, on his team. He took the note down and looked at it frowning. the problem was it maybe meant she was going to be killed, and of course that he didn't have any vullaby.
He looked down at the maractus who was now trying to get Hazel to dance with her, which resulted in the chespin nervously walked around Yngve, with the maractus rattling after her.
She was a happy soul and Yngve thought it would be a shame to kill her just after she had hatched, but perhaps there was a way of getting the juice without killing her? He would investigate that, and if not he would not give her away to the cook.

After some considerations he took the job offer to the volcano too, though he was not entirely sure he would take that one either, but he wanted to investigate it at least. Did it prove to be too difficult he could always run.
He picked up the maractus and with Hazel trotting after him, he went to the weapon merchant. He hadn't got any weapon since his old pair of daggers had broken, and if he was going to help protect people he was going to need something to defend himself.

"Greetings. I was thinking of.. Oh no." He started but paused when he saw an eggshell on the desk and the merchants injured eye.
"Maracus!" She greeted the man excited and tried to reach him with both arms and "ears", not knowing he perhaps was holding a grudge against her. She just wanted to hug him, since that was the only option when she couldn't do the best thing: dance with him.

Yngve looked troubled at him for a moment. "I don't now if this is maractus doing? If so I'm very sorry." He said. This was just typical, now he needed the merchant t be friendly and helpful, he perhaps wouldn't even be welcome here. "I think she likes you." Yngve said as he struggled to keep the maractus in his arms, since she flailed more and more.

If the merchant didn't sent him away, he would explain he probably was going up against fire types, but didn't have any weapons. "Do you have any suggestions?"
After solving the weapon problem, he would ask for directions for both the Sandstone Inn and the Sandile's Tooth, and head for the one clostest.
If not, he would go looking for someone else to get directions from, since he didn't wanted to waste another hour walking around in circles.

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The merchant rubbed his eye one last time before changing his demeanor completely at the drop of a hat. A smile so wide it stretched from ear to ear appeared on his snub-nosed face. Although it was technically Yngve’s fault for causing him great discomfort, he would have to shrug it off if he wanted to make himself a sale. “Oh, don’t worry about it sir. Things like this happen all the time,” spoke the weapons dealer with a tear in his slightly reddened eyes. He cringed at the sight of the cactus, holding back the urge to yell at it. For whatever reason, the grass-type reached to him, but it was simply greeted with a quick back step and a twitch in his eyebrow. “Uh, I see your egg hatched into a maractus. I’ve seen those creatures all around these parts. That’s a wonderful pokemon.” His final words could not have been laced with any more sarcasm. He ignored Yngve’s attempts to apologize for the newborn at first, but when the rogue began to take interest in some of his wares, any signs of the merchant’s annoyance disappeared from his voice. Instead his attention perked as he nodded continuously when the customer explained his potential brush in with fire types.

“Ah you need a weapon against some of the monsters of the volcano? Look no further. Let me show you what I have.” Turning around, the dark-skinned vendor rummaged through one of the barrels behind him and pulled out an assortment of mid-ranged weapons. Laying them down on the counter, Yngve could see a few halberds, spears and staffs, each one varying in size. Some of them were decorated with jewels at the handles which the merchant would explain would cost slightly more. “I would advise you take a pole arm for a weapon. Fire types are problematic when you’re fighting them up close. Wood would be preferable I believe. You wouldn’t want to get burnt by a piping hot metal staff right?” he asked rhetorically. He handed Yngve a wooden halberd just to offer him something to hold. Experience dictated that a man was more likely to purchase something when he had that something in his hands as opposed to sitting in front of him. “Plus the wooden bases have been dried and pressed which will make them difficult to burn. Of course, what pole arm you choose would depend on your preferred style of combat. A bow might be useful to you as well, but I would avoid using them unless you’re a skilled marksman. The heat in the air might cause you trouble when aiming, especially if you’re heading up the volcano. I have some here as well if you are interested in those.” If Yngve did not like any of his suggestions, he could always peruse through the rest of his wares. Any weapon that can be found at the general store can be found here.

After the sales speech was over and the purchases – if any – had been handled, the merchant listened to Yngve’s desire for directions.
“Ah yes. I know both those establishments rather well. If you’re looking for the Sandstone Inn, you would just need to continue down this alleyway until you spot your first well. If you turn right on the next street you will find it on your left, right beside a bakery. It should have Sandstone Inn etched into the building.” He then paused after giving directions in order to think of the best pathway to the other destination. The pause was rather long which clearly indicated how complicated it was to get there. “The Sandile’s Tooth is actually quite a ways away. You can find it all the way on the other side of the crater. If you’re at the Sandstone Inn, I would keep going straight down that path, then left when you reach a building with a rounded arch door and then climb up a set of stairs on your right. You will see a plaza there. You want to keep walking through it until you see a fork in the road. Take the left one. You’ll reach the street and you should see it around there. I would draw you a map, but unfortunately I do not have any parchment on me. I wish you good luck on your journey though.”

Now that Yngve had his directions, he would have no difficulty getting to the Sandstone Inn. Once he walked into the building, he would find a counter as he entered with a very happy looking woman manning it. She grinned at the man and welcomed him in. If he showed her the job posting, she would point him towards a side room that was used as a lobby area. There he could sit and wait while she fetched someone who would be able to help him out.

It wasn’t long before a spectacled young man carrying a bag too large for his back walked up to him. An older gentleman dressed in dusty robes and a petite lady with frazzled hair stood behind him with an inquisitive look on their faces.
“Excuse me. Are you the chap looking to be our escort? My name is Sheridan Desislav and these are my colleagues Fiona Gallagher and Archibald Woodworm. We are researchers hired by Lord Dodgeson to take regular trips up to the volcano to observe its activity. As you know the volcano has been inactive for some time, but we can never be too sure. Should it erupt, our entire city will be destroyed and it is best we arm ourselves with knowledge in case that ever happens.” He adjusted his glasses, scoffing at them with his breath and then cleaning them with the cloth of his robes. Sheridan looked Yngve up and down to gauge his capabilities before talking again. “Like the job posting declared, there are various pokemon around the volcano and it will be your job to keep us safe while we collect samples and jot down our findings. The top is home to plenty of fire pokemon, so I hope you are experienced in handling them. Anyways, does this sound interesting to you? If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

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(Facedesked when I reread my last post, even I had trouble understanding it sometimes ^.^' )

Yngve wasn't surprised by the merchant's eagerness to please him, as he had stood facing others alike, just with an entirely other intention. He frowned confused a moment when the merchant recommended wood instead of metal as material, wouldn't it just burn as soon it came in contact with any fire types?
He hesitated when he was offered to hold the halberd since his hands was occupied by the maractus, which required both hands to handle, mostly to avoid the thorns. He held it out for the merchant to hold, so he could try out some of the weapons, if the merchant didn't accepted it, he would place the hatchling on the desk and would be distracted once in a while to keep her from touching the sharp blades. She wanted to be included on everything they were doing!
When he stood with the halberd in his hands, he was sent back in time to when he lived in Cypwater which would only be a bit less than a year ago?
Back then he had been the distraction for the merchant, while others from the gang did their best to steal unnoticed, and get away before the merchant discovered something was missing. They often had valuable wares at display which they guarded fiercely, so it was necessary with someone to distract them long enough for others to take it. The hardest part of that task was to stay calm and act surprised when the thievery was discovered.
Yngve could feel how he tensed as he tested the halberd as he expected the merchant or others to shout, but nothing came.

His attention was drawn back when the word "volcano" was mentioned, and exhaled slowly to push away the grief which came with the memory of a better time.
"This one is too heavy." He said plainly. It was too unhandy to run with if needed, and he would hate to leave it behind when he actually had to spend money on it.
"Do you have something with a lesser blade? Something like a spear perhaps?" He asked and laid the halberd down on the desk again, and grabbed the maractus arm to keep her from touching it.
He would accept what the merchant could find, which was as close to a spear as possible, and which didn't weighted too much for him to carry around. He would frown at the wooden handle once again. "Wouldn't it be better with something else than wood? I can imagine it wouldn't last long against fire types." He said and smiled wryly to show it wasn't a critic of the merchant, just a worry he had. The smile didn't removed the sadness in his eyes.
"Oh, of course." He said when he was explained the thing about the hardened wood again.

If the merchant had anything like he had requested, he would purchase it without even trying to haggle the prize down. He just wanted to get away as fast as possible.
He would lift the maractus again and listen closely to the merchant's descriptions of the routes to the two inns.
He nodded to show he understood the way to Sandstone Inn, it was quite easy. When he heard the other route, he had to ask for the merchant to repeat it a few times, but his hope for an easy way to get rid of the maractus fell.
He thanked the merchant's good luck whish and started towards the Sandstone Inn.

Yngve had his hands free while they walked, since he had got Hazel to use her vines to keep the maractus on a leash, which made it much easier for Yngve to think undisturbed. He couldn't overcome taking care of so many pokemon and he wished he could get rid of all of them except Lamar and Myrtle, whom he knew Lamar would never let go. Yngve was pretty sure Lamar would adopt the maractus just as he had done with the petilil, so he needed to get rid of her before the lapras saw her. He couldn't come with other ideas for giving the other ones away right away either, as plainly releasing them would give more trouble than not. Mimi's owner was probably still in the town somewhere, and it would be the death of Mau if he released her back into this heat. Hazel he kept for now simply because he had spent money on her, and letting her go would be a stupid waste, it wasn't like he was rich or anything.

"Ches!" Hazel's strained cry snapped him back to the present and he watched the chespin's battle to keep the maractus from dragging her of. He bent down and grabbed maractus arm and looked at what she was trying to reach, two small boys who was dancing to a group of adults playing music. They were dressed alike so Yngve guess they were performing all together to earn some money. A smile curled his lips, this was just perfect.
"Join them." He said smiling to Maractus but wasn't heard since she had only eyes and ears for the music. He let go of her and she ran to join the children in their dance, wriggling her whole body in a dance far from theirs. They ignored her at first, but as she started to mimic their moves and rattle her ears in the rhythm of the song, smiles appeared and they started to dance with her.
"Now I just need them to keep her." Yngve thought as he didn't have any plans on facing them and explain why he wasn't going to keep her himself.
He spotted a basked of coals beside a door and wondered why people in this heat would have such things, but it would be useful to him. He snatched a single piece, crossed out the side of the note from the vullaby and maractus seeking cook, and made his own note on the back of the paper: "take good care of her"
Yngve wasn't the best writer, but this was easy and made sense.
He threw the coal on the ground as he had no use for it, and joined the small crowd around the musicians. When he got the chance, she slipped the note into a pocket of one of the adult musicians, just as he usually pickpocket people the other way around, and quietly left. Hazel had watched wide eyed and now followed Yngve very quietly as she was sure her time with this handler would be a short one too!

He entered the Sandstone inn with Hazel right behind him and barely got a chance to open his mouth, as a woman sent him to a room as soon as he showed her the paper with the job offer.
He looked around the room nervously looking for exit routes if he for some reason would suddenly need to run. He jumped when someone suddenly spoke to him and he turned to see the three watching him. Hazel hid behind him.
"Perhaps yes." Yngve answered and cleared his throat as his nervousness was clearly heard.
He exhaled slowly to calm himself as he listened to Sheridan's continued speech.
I have some questions, actually. He said when Sheridan was done, now sounding a lot more calm. He spent a moment to figure out how to phrase himself before speaking up again.

"I haven't been on the volcano before, so I'm having difficulties in imagine what is needed up there. How many fire types do you usually meet on your trips up there? How strong are they?" He looked questioningly at them. One thing was to run and leave the others behind if they faced something Lamar couldn't deal with, but as he hadn't been up there before he wasn't even sure he would be able to get out alive either.
"I would like to know if I am the only one to protect you if I accept, or if there are others?" It would be nice if he didn't had the whole responsibility, he wasn't actually skilled in handling fire types or really any other type of pokemon to be honest, but he saw no reason to tell them that. It would be a shame if he could managed the task and then was denied access because they believed he couldn't.
He waited for their answers before explaining why. "I don't have a whole team of water types or something alike." He gestured towards the chespin behind him. "Though I have a fairly skilled lapras who would be able to take care of most things on his own. He is strong and knows how to use his moves." The pride was clear in his voice.

If they thought it would be enough with Lamar, or preferable that they were more than one to protect the group, he would accept and be ready to go more or less immediately. If he was alone and they would be worried his pokemon would be able to defend them, he would refuse and look for a way out of town.
He hoped though, that he could go with them as he had never been up on any volcano before, and he found the idea exciting! He was pretty sure the ones who were might still hunting him would never be looking for him up there!


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[ +0.7 EXP for last post.

The bladed staff on Harper look the same as any other wooden staff, but it has a hidden blade inside. There is a catch on the side of the staff that allows for a small, straight blade (think a long knife, but a short dagger) to extend from the top. You can purchase just plain spears, as well. (they are 200 gold in general shop, though this merchant’s fire-resistant weapons cost a little bit more). If you’d prefer a different weapon after this new information, just send me a PM, edit your post, and I’ll be happy to make the changes http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/Emoticons/13.png ]

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    The merchant would, not unpredictably, step away when offered to hold the maractus, his lips pressed tight in his efforts to remain polite. The man obviously did not care for most pokemon. At Yngve’s dismissal of the halberd, the merchant gave a shrug and a curt smile, and handed Yngve a spear with a fire-hardened wooden shaft. “The wood is purposeful,” the merchant explained, as he ran his hand down one of the staves propped up on the shelving unit behind him. “When metal is exposed to the heat of a fire pokemon for more than a few seconds, the metal becomes much too hot for a human to hold for a while. My wood is put through the fire, it is what I outfit any Guardsman or researcher heading up to the volcano with, and you will see that it stands up much better than any iron or steel equivalents."

    When Yngve had picked out a spear to his tastes, the merchant smiled widely and hustled him to the main counter. “The spear will be two hundred and fifty gold.” And since Yngve made no attempts at haggling, the spear was immediately handed over to him. “Best of luck to you, lad.”
Inventory Changes:
- 250 g
+ (1) Spear (made with a wooden shaft crafted to be more resistant to heat and to fire-type attacks)
    . . . .

    At the Sandstone Inn, the group of researchers seemed prepare to answer Yngve’s questions. Sheridan, while the youngest of them, appeared to be the leader of their group, as he was the one to address Yngve again. “We have been up to take samples a half dozen times in the past, and it is only recently that we have encountered issues with the native life there,” he explained. “Two weeks ago, the fire-types became so aggressive that we could not progress very far—certainly not far enough to conduct our necessary research. We have very limited funds, but we managed to purchase a pokemon escort.” At this, he tossed his head in the direction of the woman, Fiona, who stepped to one side to reveal a wartortle standing at her heels.

    The wartortle looked wizened and aged; her skin was no longer quite a vibrant shade of blue, and the wing-ears on the side of her head seemed wilted. Still, the water-type regarded Yngve with a steady, intelligent stare. “She’s a fine creature, Molly that is, but she can’t handle the fire types all on her own. That is why we need you.” Well, that answered Yngve’s question about additional help. “We are not sure what has instigated the aggression in the fire-types. Change in season? Mating patterns? Perhaps we will learn more when we get there.”

    Off to one side, the older man, Archibald, cut the air with sharp, but fluid, movements with his hands and fingers for a few seconds. Sheridan watched carefully until Archibald’s arms dropped to his sides, and the young man answered with a few hand gestures of his own, though he did not move quite as gracefully as Archibald. If Yngve was familiar with the religion, he might notice that the robes Archibald wore were typical of Balican followers of the Earth Path. “Right, of course,” Sheridan said, to Fiona and Yngve once he was done signaling. “Archibald here tells us that our transportation has just arrived. Shall we go?”

    Outside of the inn, a wide wagon had pulled up by the entrance. A pair of taurus were pulling the cart, whose contents included wooden crates covered by dusty canvas. There was enough room for a few people to sit inside on the bottom, between the crates, thought it was a snug fit. Most interestingly, the creature manning the head of the wagon was an abra, who was holding the reigns under a bit of psychic energy and was floating a few inches off the seat. He was so still, he could have been sleeping. The tauros perked up with Archibald came near, and the Balican man fed them some oats he pulled from a pocket in his robes.

    “Make yourself comfortable in the cart,” Fiona told Yngve. She gestured for him to climb aboard first. “Just don’t sit on any of the crates; they contain our sampling equipment and are fragile.” She picked up Molly the wartortle and they climbed into the wagon after Yngve. Archibald and Sheridan took the front seat, sandwiching the abra between them. After a minute, the party was off.

    They did not meet any issues getting past the Navdian gates that led toward the volcano. The Guardsman recognized the information on their pokecards right away and let them through. They headed up a steady incline for several hours. During that time, Yngve could strike up conversation with any of the researches if he wished. After three hours, Sheridan motioned for the abra to take them off the road, and once stopped, he declared that they would be taking a lunch break.

    A basket of cold meats, cheeses, and bread was served, which Yngve was more than welcome to help himself to, if he or his pokemon were hungry. They would stop for close to an hour. Yngve could take that time to bond or train with his own pokemon, bond with the researchers, take a nap, or anything else he may want to do. Unless Yngve had any objections, Sheridan would have them get back in the cart as soon as the hour was up.
NOTE TO NEXT MOD: mindir intends to have Yngve use his flying-type attracting incense while on the route.

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