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With those final words, Margery would officially be part of the Guard in Dedrius, a thought that would put a smile on the face of the young female Guardian who stood in the hall. "Gwen, if you would bring out the supplies for Margery here?" the councilwoman said, and the Guardian scampered away, only to return several moments later with her arms full.

"Your first pokemon with the Guard. Treat it well, and you will find yourself with a staunch ally," Councilwoman Dunn said. The poke ball would feel warm in Margery's hands, but she would have no indication of what was inside it. "It is also traditional to entrust each greenhorn with an egg. You'll get a good friend if you can raise it - and the way you do so will show me a lot about what kind of Guardian you are." The councilwoman smiled as Gwen handed Margery a bag to put her egg in, that also contained a pouch of gold and several supplies for the road.

"Is there somewhere I could lead our newest recruit?" Gwen spoke up for the first time.

"The armory, as usual, and after that... I think it would be a good idea for you to give her an idea of how being a Guardian works by taking her on your marketplace patrol."

"With all due respect, are you sure that's wise? With the report we got, I'm not so sure it's safe..." Gwen hesitated.

"You two will not be alone in the city, and the report... well, let's just say that I trust you two will have no problems on a simple marketplace patrol." When it looked like Gwen was going to open her mouth again, the councilwoman added, "That will be all for now, Gwen."

The young Guardian would then lead Margery out of the councilwoman's office. "Armory first, like she said, but this patrol might be more dangerous than normal. Not that you know what a normal patrol is like, either... For now, just stick close to me. We can swing by the General Store if you need, but if my hunch is correct, we'll want to get over to the marketplace quickly."

Even though she looked young, she definitely spoke like she was experienced, and the blue harp sewn on her clothes would show that she had advanced at least to the rank of a regular Guardian rather than a novice. She knew her way around the halls well, and guided Margery to a rather brash individual at the armory who would provide Margery with whatever she was looking for.

Afterwards, Gwen and Margery could head over to the exit. They had a mission, even if it was slightly vague at the moment, but Margery could have a short time to do as she wised along the way. She could try to meet her new pokemon, assuming she didn't cause a commotion in the streets, or she could stop at the General Store or any other shops she saw along the way. She could also ask Gwen more about the Guardians, the mission, or any other questions she had. But before long, the pair would need to make their way over to their patrol site...

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Margery listened wordlessly to Aldys, hands clasped at her front, offering small nods of affirmation when appropriate. The young recruit gratefully reached for the pokeball, regarding it as fragile as glass.

Growing up on a farm, their Pokemon were free-range. They shared a bond with Margery and her family that was not trademarked with a capsule claiming ownership, though she had always felt a sense of possession in regards to them. She had known that she would be given a partner upon enlisting, and truth be told she felt as though it would feel approximately the same.

And yet, Margery could not help but marvel at the magnitude of emotions she felt holding her first official Pokemon. It was warm, like a person, seeming to pulsate with life as though the machinery itself had a heartbeat. She could feel the weight of the creature suspended within – not literally, but almost as if holding the ball was giving her an extrasensory connection to the mystery Pokemon within.

Gingerly, unexplainably, she carefully held the pokeball close to her heart, like a mother hen warming her chicks.

Before she had the chance to formally meet her new partner, Margery was being handed a second object; it was a satchel, made of a leather that felt like silk against her fingers. There was a neat side pocket for her pokeball, into which she gently nestled her first partner. She then carefully opened the pack, which was protruding in the shape of an oblong sphere. The egg Aldys spoke of slept peacefully nestled inside, blissfully unaware of the busy world around it. It was a delectable cream color, with large pastel spots of the sweetest green. She placed an open palm on the shell – it was surprisingly hard, with a texture like suede. Margery felt a gentle stirring coupled with radiating warmth that reminded her of the pokeball she had been cradling before.

Closing the lid now, she heard the jingle of money in yet another pocket toward the front, which based off of the way it bulged, Margery assumed some additional odds and ends were placed within. The recruit resolved to check them out later, and slowly slipped the pack over her shoulder.

After shuffling in place a bit to ensure that the egg wouldn’t bounce against her hip in transit, she turned to follow Gwen, her new guide, out the door.

“Thank you Councilwoman Dunn,” Margery said over her shoulder to the most senior Guardian.

The armorer was crude in the worst way. As Margery opened her mouth to greet the older man, he shushed her before looking her up and down.

“Combat style?” he grunted without enthusiasm.

“Swords – short sword, specifically. Please,” she said.

“Handedness?” he asked, once again with an almost mechanical inflection.

“Uh – left,” Margery replied. Wordlessly, he slipped through the door behind him. After a moment of twiddling her thumbs the man returned. With an audible scratch of his beard, he held up what looked like a leather chest plate. Margery unslung her bag and carefully set it at her feet, reaching for the armor that was offered. She shook it lightly – it jingled. Chain mail, she thought. It featured a painted harp on the front. Though Margery had no experience with actual armor, she slipped it on. Despite his lack of social graces, the armorer knew what he was doing. The chest piece hung nicely on her body, a perfect fit, and the weight was distributed well. He then handed her a leather sash of sorts, with a series of loops down one half, which she hung over her shoulder and tightened until snug.

Second came the shield. It was round, wooden, worn; the front featured a faded blue harp on a background of grey. She turned it over. It was much better crafted than the hand-carved monstrosities that she was used to from practice in her backyard. The shield featured a grip and a second metal arm hook toward the center for bracing it against her forearm, as well as a hook toward the top which she assumed fit the latches on the sash over her chain mail.

Before she had much of a chance to admire it further Margery was handed her third piece: leather braces. Reaching over her back to secure the shield to her sash, she reached for them. This she had some trouble with; after a bit of fumbling, she worked out how to strap them tightly around her forearms. Through a few experimental extensions and retractions of her arms, she noted the gentle tug of resistance they posed. Once again, a fit like magic.

Margery looked up once again to see the armorer extending a third piece of equipment. More? She thought. It was a long leather belt, with a curious loop fastened to the side. She too slipped that on, finding that the loop fit neatly on her right hip. This, she had experience with – beaming now, she looked expectantly at the man furnishing her supplies.

He extended the final part to her then. It was simple, approximately the length of her arm, with a recently polished and sharpened blade. Margery could tell that it was refurbished, and likely held a long history of assisting new Guardian recruits on their new adventures. She took the short sword with a practiced, comfortable hand, noting the balanced weight. The metal was light, and she was able to maneuver it easily. After a few practice twirls, she slipped the weapon onto her belt.

She looked up to thank the man, only to be faced with a closed door. The armorer was gone. Shrugging, Margery pulled her satchel back up and over her shoulder, placing her hand protectively over the bulge on the side that was her egg. Even through the thick material, she could feel the inviting heat it put off.

The younger Guardian allowed herself to reset mentally in preparation for their mission. She then turned, finally afforded a moment to breathe, and regarded Gwen.

“If you don’t mind, Gwen, I’d like to know a bit more about what we’re getting ourselves into,” she asked the esteemed Guardian.

“Also, if it’s possible, is there a safe place to release my partner?”

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The senior guardian was patient through the ordeal of getting armor and weapons. Despite his blunt, nonsensical demeanor, the armorer was efficient and talented in his work, able to pair up new recruits and weapons up quickly. That's why he had been hired, after all. A few greenhorns had once taken enough offense from his mechanical behavior that they complained, but were quickly shut down. The Guard valued efficiency above all else, after all. Margery would receive a nod of greeting as she returned, fully equipped for the mysterious mission ahead.

Gwen nodded uneasily at the question. Of course she knew that, at some point, she'd have to explain the issue, but that didn't mean she had to like it. "We've been having some...issues with our marketplace," the Guardian said in explanation, hedging a tad bit. "To put it bluntly, hordes of Poochyena have been attacking the stalls," Gwen sighed, shrugging slightly. "No one knows why they come, and their attacks are completely random. We've tried pursuing them, but they're sly. No one's gotten hurt yet, but we're advised to be careful. The merchants are furious about the situation, naturally, but there's not much to be done."

Despite being clearly unhappy with the task and situation at hand, Gwen shrugged simply and offered Margery a smile. "Well, let's head out, then. With any luck, the patrol will be uneventful," she said with finality, turning and leading the way out. As was natural for the time of the year, it was quite chilly outside, a frigid wind caressing the two Guardians as they headed to the marketplace. A minute or so later, they would pause by an empty field.

"You can go ahead and check in on your companion here," Gwen gestured.

In a flash of bright light, a purple, humanoid creature would appear. Margery could probably recognize the unique appearance of the Tyrogue - it would certainly serve as a good partner with the proper training. "Congratulations," Gwen said. "You may keep him out, or return him right now - your choice." And with that all said and done, she'd turn towards the marketplace again, fully expecting Margery to follow. They had a patrol to run, after all.

They arrived at their destination quickly. Numerous people filled the street, discussing and bartering, making trades, purchases, and deals of all kinds. Though certainly not the busiest it could get, there were still a fair amount of people. For a good ten minutes, nothing seemed amiss. The duo made a circle around the area, and although there were certainly some interesting people (a juggling entertainer on one street, an old woman offering to read fortunes, etc.), there were no signs of trouble.

Until yelping and yelling filled the air. Customers scampered away towards safety as three Poochyena rushed over, each heading straight for the food. Two of them were completely focused on long strings of sausages, but the largest one had focused on Gwen and Margery, glaring at the two distrustfully and baring its fangs in anger. How would Margery react to this dangerous situation? Though retreat may be the safest option, there was no guarantee the canine wouldn't give chase. Simply letting them go was an option as well, though if they attempted to pursue the beasts, they would fail. And of course, there was always the option to fight. Margery had a Pokemon capable of that now - but would that be the best idea?


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“Hordes of… Poochyena, huh,”
Margery said quietly, feeling a rising apprehension at the discomfort her guide was doing her best to mask. Nevertheless, she put on a neutral expression as she finished listening to her mission briefing, while resisting the urge to ask what exactly a Poochyena was.

Hostility, however, was a pretty universally-understood concept. Her experience with hostile Pokemon began and ended with her father’s domesticated Dodrio during the peak of their natural mating season – which by no means was a mild event, but the circumstances surrounding it meant that the extent of her exposure was limited pretty heavily by isolation pens and sturdy leashes. While truthfully the idea of confronting feral Pokemon was giving her nervous flutters, any doubt Margery had was heavily off-set by her desire to prove herself.

“Understood, Gwen. Lead the way,”
she replied with a small nod, doing her best to maintain an air of decorum while simultaneously dealing with her unease. Margery shifted from side to side, absent-mindedly rubbing her armbraces (which were clearly not crafted for the purpose of insulation). She fell in line obediently as Gwen began the trek toward the market, occupying her mind in the meantime by imagining what menacing beasts lay in wait.

Not too long after, the older Guardian halted the procession on the outskirts of Dedrius’s urban district. At Gwen’s suggestion, Margery paused, surveying the land around her – they were flanked by a large field of tall grass, stretching far into the distance, an unchanging pale brown that glittered with a layer of crystalline morning frost.

Unable to hide the eager grin that grew across her face, the new recruit pulled the occupied Pokeball from the side pocket of her satchel; the warm mechanism felt even more exquisite now to the very recent Dedrius transplant, who was not quite accustomed to the seasonality of the local climate. Margery then crouched, pulling her bag up and over her shoulder and leaving it on the ground by her guide for safe keeping, making sure to give her egg a gentle pat through the layer of her bag. She then took care to step off the road a ways, taking a couple of short nimble leaps versus trudging so as to not collect excess frost (and what would later turn into moisture) on her long, fabric, very absorbent pants. The grass reached her mid-calf, and even through her boots Margery could feel the biting cold seeping through. This would not be a very good welcome for her new partner. After a little thought, she took a few more seconds to stamp down a crude three-foot radius circle in the field. With little else that could be done, she sat herself cross-legged on the ground and pressed the release on her pokeball.

A flash of formless colorful light gave way to a small creature. The Pokemon was humanoid, with skin the color of lilacs and a pair of large amber eyes that, at first, held a thousand yard stare with an expression of deep concentration. It sat much like herself, hands holding on to its legs. The little Pokemon’s gaze then locked with Margery’s, and for a moment the only movement was their breath vaporizing between them. With ample silence and time to think, she noted that the Tyrogue did not shiver in the freezing air, and she felt a little ridiculous for all of her prep work.

Slowly, cautiously, the Guardian placed her palm flat on the ground and pushed it outward, offering it to her new partner. The Tyrogue’s stare broke briefly, flickering for a split second to Margery’s invitation, before returning back to what was its apparent baseline. Though it did not outright move away from her, it made no forward advances, only continuing to stare with that same look of fixation.

Her smile fell in disappointment, but she respected the Pokemon’s rejection. Margery retracted her hand, patting her thigh awkwardly before clasping her hands together.

“It’s okay, friend. We’ll work on that,” she offered, doing her best to regard the small creature with warmth and compassion.

“For now though, will you come with me?” she asked, and with her hand around the rapidly-cooling capsule from which her Pokemon came, she stood up, walking backwards and motioning encouragingly for her partner to follow. Frustratingly, it remained sitting. However, its focus had shifted; the Tyrogue was looking lower, at the pokeball in her hand. He looked between it and Margery a few times, and though she didn’t know how to communicate with the little creature, she continued backing up until she was next to Gwen much more. Once again, radio silence and weird staring.

In a moment of inspiration and without breaking eye contact, Margery crouched down beside her satchel and returned the capsule into the side pouch from which she removed it. Then she waited. Cautiously (and thankfully), the little creature rose to its feet and took a few steps forward, now breaching the safety circle Margery had previously constructed.

She held her breath and chose to wait a bit longer.

The Tyrogue was clearly unsure, but it closed the gap between them a step at a time.

“You don’t like it in there, huh?” Margery spoke to it in a low tone, remaining motionless.

“I wish we didn’t need it at all, but for now I think a little time to stretch your legs is okay.”


Finally, they were face-to-face. The Tyrogue stood at what looked like just below two feet tall, and was angling slightly away from Margery. It was unsure, and the feeling was so emphasized that Margery herself was experiencing it second-hand. Nevertheless, it was present and tentatively following, so she chalked it up as a small victory. With a little more confidence that her partner would not bolt, she reached for her satchel again and gently slung it over her shoulder, nodding to Gwen.

“I’d like to see how it does out. Besides, it seems like it really wants to enjoy the outside for a bit,” Margery told the senior Guardian, both of her hands curled around the strap of her bag as she lightly stepped in place to keep her blood moving. The Tyrogue merely stood, motionless, taking deep, calm breaths – it really seemed to like the open air, and the recruit did not want to be the one to take that away.

The troupe – now consisting of three – marched onward. The city center was full of people, more so than she had really ever experienced; in fact, so much so that Margery was beginning to feel suffocated. Though they were supposed to be on patrol, she was thankful for Gwen solely for the fact that she was having a hard time keeping track of everything with all of the activity going on around her. There were no pressing signs of disturbance amidst the busy market, apart from the loud haggling and the occasional curt ‘MOVE’. Tyrogue moved fluidly behind them, weaving naturally through the throng of people like water through gravel, consistently staying at least two feet back from Margery but always being there when she turned to check.

The relative peace did not last, however. The sounds of yips and snarling grew; at first it was faint, barely a thin layer of noise over the background voices she was beginning to tune out. It quickly grew, and became accompanied by the sound of cries of terror. She watched Gwen perk up and move toward the sound – it was, after all, their job to deal with anything amiss.

“Crap,” Margery muttered under her breath as she placed her left hand firmly around the hilt of her sword. She quickened her pace, which was made easy by the quickly-dispersing group of people.

Upon breaching the crowd, the trio came face-to-face with what must have been the Poochyena. Three dark canines, with large teeth and ruffled fur; these were definitely feral. While two of them remained occupied with a string of meat, there was one that had turned its attention to them now; this one was much bigger, and was definitely warning them to stay back.

Well, what could they do? It was their job to take care of the problem. Margery saw no choice. Slowly, never taking her eyes off of the hostile Poochyena, she spoke in a small whisper to her Tyrogue.

“Hey, friend. I know this is scary, but we can’t just let this go,” she told it, though the Pokemon did not waver from its own piercing stare. In truth, Margery knew on some level that the creature most likely did not understand her; add that on top of the fact that they had no practice working together, and this was looking to be a tough fight.

“I’ve got your back if you’ve got mine,”
she continued in the same low voice. Then Margery stood back up and regarded Gwen quietly.

“We were sent out here to deal with the Pokemon; we should deal with it. I’ve never seen a real battle before, but I think we can manage this together,” she spoke in monotone, her grip tightening on her sword.

“The large one first, then we’ll figure out the other two.” Margery steeled herself then.

“Friend,” she spoke to her Pokemon, “get ready for battle!” she remarked, and was surprised when the Tyrogue responded; it balled its hands into fists and slammed them together, adopting a solid stand as it flexed its muscles. The Pokemon glowed with a faint pink light which faded soon after it began, and it looked sideways to Margery as though waiting for further instruction. (AN: Bulk Up)

Cool.

“Alright! Get him, friend!”
Margery commanded, not entirely sure what to expect but more confident now that she knew her silent companion could at least somewhat understand her. The Tyrogue did not acknowledge Margery, but hopped forward on one foot, then the other, then finally took a leap forward as the little Pokemon hurled itself at the angry Poochyena. (AN: Tackle)

The new Pokemon was clearly a greenhorn in terms of battling, and its form was shaky and left much to be desired, but the ferocity with which it lunged brought an excited smile to her face. Margery drew her sword fully now, awaiting the result of her attack.

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The marketplace was in chaos, though the commotion was slowly dying down as the most panicked customers ran off. A few merchants had stayed around to guard their wares, glaring distrustfully at the feral Pokemon with a hand on the hilt of weapons. Margery would find that although the road was narrow, it was wide enough without the crowds of people that they wouldn't be too constricted to move. There likely couldn't have been better conditions for a battle, especially considering how new Margery and the Tyrogue were to each other.

Gwen watched the younger Guardian with both concern and appreciation in her eye. She did like how Margery had stepped up with no prompting and decided to stay back for now. Though the situation was potentially dangerous, the Poochyena hadn't harmed anyone yet, and she could step in if anything went badly. Gwen's hand grabbed her Pokeball as a precaution, however. She'd have to move fast if anything happened.

The Poochyena was also cautiously observing the pair, although his companions seemed fully devoted to looting all the food they could get. Following the Tyrogue's Bulk Up, the Dark-type bristled and snarled, before raising his head with a Howl. Both Pokemon glared at each other, fully ready to fight it out. Caught off guard by the speed and intensity of which the Fighting-type lunged forward, the Poochyena was slow to react and unable to dodge the Tackle.

Despite being thrown to the side, the canine wasn't deterred, jumping to his feet with a growl. The Poochyena lunged forward with his own Tackle, tossing the Fighting-type to the side before its eyes zeroed in on Margery aggressively. It seemed to think twice about facing the two humans, however, and backed off warily towards his food-laden companions. The trio seemed as if they were about to flee at any moment.

If Margery wanted to catch them and keep them from wreaking havoc once more, she'd have to act fast. Otherwise, she could simply let them go and hope that they didn't come back. Gwen wouldn't blame her - after all, Margery was still relatively new at this. They could simply continue on their rounds and help some of the merchants set their stands back up - and if they chose to round the corner within the next minute, they would see a brawl between two heavy-set men in the middle of the street.


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The Tyrogue toppled to the ground face first from the force of the tackle. After a second the little Pokemon carefully pushed itself to its knees, shaking its head before standing on two feet once more. It brushed the loose gravel from its arms and gave a small, emotionless look toward Margery as it balled its fists. The recruit shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to immediately leap to her partner’s aid – the Tyrogue was unreadable, though it was still facing the Poochyena.

“Good job, buddy,” Margery murmured; she was impressed at the fortitude of the small creature. Her head snapped up as the dogs began to retreat – in a single, nervous motion, she unslung her bag to the ground, which tipped over in her hasty drop and spilled some of its contents. While the egg remained in the main pouch, two little balls not unlike the one that contained her Tyrogue rolled out of a previously-unseen pocket. She was only able to focus on this for a split second, however, before a rapid movement in front of her demanded her attention. Without thinking, she scooped them up and dropped them in her pants pocket before taking a few quick steps forward.

The little Tyrogue had acted on its own, and was once again moving toward the larger Poochyena – this time its movements were reckless and careless, having tunnel vision only for its intended target.

“Hey—Hey! Wait!” Margery called out, leaving Gwen and her belongings behind as she too began to sprint, re-sheathing her sword and stumbling slightly as she took off. It was futile; the creature was far faster than her, and she slid to a stop as the Tyrogue closed the gap between itself and the largest Poochyena. Clearly the lack of time for training before this confrontation was coming back to bite the young recruit, and the resulting control issue she was facing now left her with flutters in her chest and a dry mouth.

“Stop! Be careful!” she yelled again, cringing in anticipation as the inevitable collision came closer. At the last second the Tyrogue flipped itself into a terrifying whirl, directing its angry vortex at its target. (AN: Rapid Spin)

How were they going to get this situation under control? Subduing one of the Poochyena, even the largest one, would likely not be enough. Knocking down two of the three might disenfranchise any sort of pack confidence mentality, which might stop them from harassing the townfolk. More importantly, it would somewhat even the odds against her new partner, whom she felt a strong protective instinct for already. Margery stood in a mix of awe and worry, feeling the pressure of a situation that she was rapidly losing her grip on.

Distracted, Margery had missed part of the action, but upon refocusing on the issue at hand saw the purple animal pushing itself up once again; after a dizzy stumble, the aggravated Tyrogue cocked a fist back and slammed it down toward the largest feral Poochyena. (AN: Brick Break)

Margery glanced over her shoulder at Gwen, taking a second to settle the hammering in her chest (and failing miserably). Shaking out her arms, Margery then too leapt for the group of wild dogs, in one motion unsheathing her sword and pulling her shield from her back.

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Very quickly, the pack seemed to think on its feet - when Tyrogue jumped in with his spinning attack, a single bark from the larger Poochyena (which Tyrogue would recognize as a quick go command), the other Poochyena fled. It wasn't exactly a clean escape in any way except the fact that they got away - if this battle was ended swift enough, Margery and Gwen would have plenty of time to find the trail and follow it. They weren't ones for subtlety, though any sort of delay might make the trail harder to follow - but for now, a Poochyena turned and stood in their way, growling aggressively.

Tyrogue's attack hit, sending Poochyena stumbling a few steps back - but it retaliated quickly, having started storing a dark energy when it turned, then releasing it after Tyrogue's own spinning attack. It likely sent Tyrogue stumbling from the force, even though he was resistant to such moves - a mixture of the strength and the slight bit of surprise at the speed of retaliation. But Tyrogue's next attack found a weak spot in the Poochyena's defense - and as quickly as it had started, the brief scuffle was won, and Tyrogue, though likely panting from effort, was standing as the victor.

However, this left Margery, Tyrogue, and Gwen with no apparent enemy in sight, and many different options. They'd been told to patrol the marketplace just in case something like this came up - so they could continue their patrol if they wanted - or they could go after this pack. The trail was still relatively fresh, and should be easy enough to follow - Gwen looked to Margery, vaguely impressed by her ability to think on her feet, and shrugged.

"It's up to you - either way, we're following our orders. The Poochyena will likely be hard to follow, and we could do good here cleaning up - but we're a little more likely to find out where they're coming from if we give chase. Consider it a taste of the sort of work you'll be doing more on your own, soon enough." Gwen would hold up to her word, helping Margery and Tyrogue track down the Poochyena if they wished (the trail would be easy to follow from wreckage and bits of food, along with actual tracks) - or returning to patrol as though nothing had happened, besides helping stalls set themselves to rights and asking questions of the witnesses. Neither seemed more important that the other, technically speaking, nor more likely to get to the root of this mystery of the attacking band of Poochyena.

Meanwhile, the larger Poochyena lay there unconscious - a decision would likely need to be made about it, as well, whether that be to catch it or tie it up to be dealt with later; at the moment, Gwen knelt briefly at its side to confirm that no, it wasn't dead - it would, eventually, wake up.

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- hit by Rapid Spin
- hits with Payback
- goes down with Brick break

Other Poochyena excaped - but clear trail to be followed; Run Away and the distraction of this Poochyena allowed them to escape. Feel free to catch him if you want - otherwise, Gwen likely will to turn in later.

Tyrogue gains 5.5 exp! He levels up, now level 6 (1.5/4). Margery earns 3 exp for a battle won. Margery levels up! Level 2 (0.1/5). Two additional levels to Tyrogue, and 3 additional egg counts for her egg! This should bring her egg count, not counting anything happening outside of travels, to 7 next post (3 + 3 from level + 1 from the post itself).


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Margery listened intently to Gwen, surveying the mess of Pokemon before her. The remaining Poochyenas’ howls and yips could be heard disappearing into the distance. Her own Pokemon sat on its knees, and laying before it was the large, unconscious clump of black fur that Gwen was tending to. Margery put down her weapons and walked toward the group.
As she got closer, she could see her Tyrogue’s breathing was heaving as it hunched over forward. Its right side was blooming an angry red, which the recruit was sure was a giant bruise. Her eyebrows knit together and she sat herself next to it, injury-side – the Tyrogue showed no signs of recognizing its owner’s presence.

“Hey there buddy, how are you feeling?” she spoke in a low, slow voice. Hesitantly, Margery reached out a hand toward its new wound.

The Tyrogue came to life at once, slapping at Margery’s hand with a sudden animosity. She recoiled back in surprise, catching herself from falling backwards on the heels of her hands. The creature cringed and gripped its rib cage, giving Margery a pitiful look. The younger guardian clutched her hand to her chest, trying to push back the feeling of hurt she felt. Of course, they did not have a strong bond – less than an hour into their relationship, and she let her juvenile new friend get beat sideways by a feral animal. Within that view frame, Margery felt awful – she let her excitement over her first battle and desperation to impress her guide cause her to forget her concern for the safety of her new partner. Sourly, she thought about how much she would dislike herself in the Tyrogue’s position.

She stood up again, and rubbing her arms walked back over to the bag she had discarded in the struggle. Margery slung the pack over her shoulder again, pulling the lone claimed pokeball from the side pocket. Rolling it between her fingers, she looked up again at the Tyrogue, who was still holding itself, but was now watching the recruit with a guarded expression.

“Sorry,” she said, and pressed the release on the ball. The pokemon before her at once dissolved into a bright light, and the ball in her hand became vaguely heavier.

Margery then collected her sword and shield, replacing them in their holsters before rejoining Gwen. She knelt down beside the unconscious dog, placing her hands on its flank. The Poochyena was breathing shallow and quick. Its fur was rough, like the bristles of a straw broom. The animal had clearly been feral for a long time – there were mats everywhere, and the patch she was stroking left a film of grease on her hand. With minimal pressure, she gently ran her fingers back and forth across its body; the Poochyena growled and shivered, stirring slightly but remaining out cold. Whether it was out of apprehension or pleasure, Margery did not know.

One thing was for sure – when it woke up, it was going to be pissed.

The recruit brushed her hands against her pants to wipe off the grime that had collected on her palm. Startled, she felt two small spherical protrusions from her pocket – in the confusion, she had forgotten that she had scooped them up for safe keeping. Margery pulled one out, turning it over in her hand. She looked back at the feral pokemon. Without understanding exactly why, she crouched down and placed her hand on the Poochyena’s head, ignoring the resulting snarls. She pressed the release on the empty ball and watched as the injured pokemon dissipated in a flash not unlike her starter had.

Standing up and readjusting her belt, she tucked the now-occupied ball into the pocket next to her Tyrogue.

”Gwen, I don’t know if Tyrogue feels up for another battle yet,” she told the senior Guardian.

”We should come back later to stake out for the rest of them, after Tyrogue has had a rest. For now, I think we need to deal with the damage here and finish our patrol. And besides, we might be able to find out what direction they’re showing up from – let’s talk to the shop-owners.”

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[0.7 exp~ As a note: no capture is 100% guaranteed, keep it in mind for future capture attempts - this one was fairly easy, but not all of them will be.]

It was, perhaps, a smart choice - from down the way the Poochyena had fled, shouting and occasional crashes were heard, getting further and further distant as they continued to flee to wherever they were headed. It likely would have been an exhausting chase, with the Poochyena possible to get away at any moment, and highly likely to have led them to a dead end of some sort. They were smaller than either human, after all, and Tyrogue, as Margery had noted, was tired - Gwen offered a small nod of respect at her words, as well. Plus there was the new Poochyena on the team, which would need care before it could be used as a real team member - it was definitely something to keep in mind.

"Well spoken - your Tyrogue definitely looks like he could use a bit of rest. Let's get to work, we can see if anyone has seen where they're coming from or if there's any hints as to what they're after." With a brisk nod, Gwen would help Margery with any clean-up that she went to do - she would lend a gentle, reassuring voice in questioning shopkeepers and nearby people who might be witnesses, as well as an able hand in helping set stalls back up and cleaning up (and occasionally fixing) broken wares and stalls.

In doing so, it would slowly become clear that other than some opportunistic looting from the less-moral in the crowd, the Poochyena had specifically gone after food stalls, or food vendors - anyone who had food that more or less sat out relatively unattended. Speaking to the witnesses and shopkeepers would reveal that it wasn't a new thing - this, or things like this, had been happening for the last few weeks. It was nearly always the same three Poochyena, generally every day, but never at the same time of day (and only ever once in that day).

It wasn't too surprising to anyone that the Poochyena were after food, though - several onlookers would remark on the fact that they didn't look all that healthy, half-starved and wild despite their continuous attacks on the market. They always hit quickly, nabbed a bunch of food, and fled quicker than even the Guardians could follow - they'd slowly been whittled down from a group of five to the much smaller two that now were out there, but they were no less quick or desperate for all of that.

With that amount of helping and questioning done - now, Gwen was leaving it up to Margery once again. She was there to back the greenhorn up, yes, but she was also there to see how she would work out in the wild. If asked, she'd suggest asking around the market a bit more, as more information could possibly be found - but it was being left up to Margery, for the most part. Who would be asked was up to her - there were more merchants, there was a group of children playing nearby, and there were always shoppers in the thoroughfare. Whatever else she may want to do - perhaps she wanted to accomplish some amount of shopping too? - or if she wanted to call a job well done with the information they already had...it was all up to Margery.

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Margery regarded Gwen for a while thoughtfully, thinking through the options that lay before her.

Well", she began, the Poochyena were practically emaciated. They were clearly looking for food, which indicates that there is none to be found where they normally hunt. I think it would be good information to know how long these Pokemon have been coming around."

But that was not enough; there was a larger missing piece of information that was still nipping at the edges of her mind. Why did they not have enough food? The weather this time of year is a recurrent theme and this is a new issue.

She turned to Gwen once more, right hand tucked under the strap of her bag and left index finger lightly tapping her lips thoughtfully.

"We need to find out why they are scavenging outside of their natural habitat. Have there been any recent significant construction expansions?" she mused, surveying the people of the square as they went about their cleaning. The square was markedly quieter than upon her arrival.

"Is that public record? Or, who do we need to go talk to to figure this out? I think that's our next step in finding a permanent solution to this that doesn't include completely wiping out a local population."

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