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As soon as Gwyn finished the oath -- even ignoring the extra bits the girl threw in -- Mathias looked to Graves with a silent look and took his leave. There was no reason for him to be there. She hadn't asked any questions, and it was obvious she knew what was expected of her. Plus, Lindsey knew he could trust Graves. He was definitely a good Lieutenant and he'd show it. Once Lindsey was out of the room, Graves turned to look at Gwyn.

"We've got things to do. Collect your stuff. Follow me. You're already got a mission."

It wasn't like Graves was going to wait forever, either, for Gwyn. He was already halfway out the door if she decided to hustle. He'd lead her through twisting, turning pathways that seemed to stretch on forever, sometimes going up one and then up the building itself, and then down others in this oddly built city. Eventually, they'd come to a heavy wooden door in which Graves would give three hard and solid rap-a-taps against.

Within a breath's moment, the door was opened and Graves held it with his body. He ushered Gwyn inside - it wasn't immaculate, but it was dimmed with heavy curtains covering some of the sun, and a rather cold draft wafted in from... somewhere. Who knew where it came. Hovering about were several guardians of all sorts - mostly just guardians and one or two junior guardians who looked rather confused, but were determined to be there. In the hub of all this was a black haired woman who commanded -- literally commanded -- the room before her.

"Meet Ca'tain Piper," Graves pointed as he shut the door behind him. Almost as if she heard her name from the Lieutenant's mouth, the dark haired beauty turned her head and glared at him. With quick, swift movement, she was over to them and staring down her nose at Gwyn.

"You're late, Graves." Graves gave an annoyed snort at the Captain but straightened himself out and just gave a curt nod. Captain Piper stared at him for a moment, turned to look at Gwyn and then stepped back to her position at the table.

"We're going to see how good you are as a scout. Lieutenant here has been singing high praises. He'll take you out in the field. I've been understanding a few freebie Rogues have been trying to undermine some ranchers out at the ends of town, and so you're off to see if this is true. Combat isn't allowed. This is purely a scout mission. If engaged, weasel your way out as best you can without provoking them."

Captain Piper looked first to Graves and then to Gwyn, "Do you understand? I don't enjoy repeating myself, so if you're fine, you can take what you need and head off. Graves knows the location, and he'll be with you to assist."

With that, Piper would turn her back and go back to the second in command she was previously talking to. Graves huffed again and nudged Gwyn gently with a shoulder, "She's definitely a powerhouse," he warned before giving her a grin. He led her back outside and took in the breath of fresh air. The one thing he didn't enjoy was being reamed by the Captain for being late when he was right on time.

Once outside, Graves would give Gwyn a smile and pull out a scroll of parchment from a pouch he kept hidden underneath his robes, "I've marked the location of our meeting place on this quick map of Istin. I'll head that way; we'll meet in a bit. Gives you time to meet your Pokemon or go shopping for some things before we meet. Don't be too long." He handed her the map and was off.

Now that she was alone and a newly sworn in Guardian, the world was at her fingertips. This was a perfect time to see her new Pokemon and to get to know them, or she could head to the shop and buy supplies. She could also attempt to catch -- or to fight -- the various Pokemon that were in the general area.


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- sitting in the shadows on a windowsill, cleaning feathers


Of course, Gwyn could always look at the map and head to where Graves would be waiting. The map would bring her upwards first, across two large, almost old and swaying buildings, and then back down several floors to a small porch made of creaking wood. Graves was dressed in his more casual garb - less obvious that he was a guardian and more along the lines of a Handler, and once there, he'd offer Gwyn a pair of similar clothes that hid her obvious identity of being a new greenhorn.


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The young woman lowered the hood of her cloak and breathed deep of the crisp Autumn air as she descended the stairwell. It was comforting, even in a confined place such as Istin, especially when the wind brought a chill to her face. Her eyes darted among the few people out and about and carefully made her way to a clear stretch of ground shaped into a rough courtyard. Not for the first time, Gwyn's thoughts went back to the meeting with 'Piper' and it struck how similar she was to the Matriarch. While Owenna exuded an aura of grandmotherly grace, the Guardian Captain gave her the impression that her authority had been contested rather frequently and so had to take a more blunt approach to keep the ranks in line. Once Gwyn was assured that her small courtyard was empty she pulled the Pokeball from a pocket and thumbed the small button in a flash of red light.

A puffed mass of blue feathers took shape at her feet, currently standing with its back to her. A large plume of feathers adorned its head like some rough ceremonial headdress and sported three short tail feathers. It turned about and look upward, directly into her eyes she noticed. The pointed blue face regarded her own with narrowed eyes and a sparkle or something, challenge perhaps. The large red feather at its forehead swayed a bit as the bird clawed at the ground, four curved black points from front to back Gwyn noted appraisingly. The beak was a bit short but its large eyes continued to track her movements as she circled the beast.

It kept moving to keep her in sight and always wirth those sharp eyes, giving her the impression that it might not be a complete fluff. It was hardly the magnificence she was accustomed to seeing in the Shattersky but appearances were something meant to be decieving. A look through the Pokecard showed the bird to be a Rufflet, a stubborn creature known for throwing itself against larger foes in a test of strength. This 'Rufflet' didn't seem like much of a warrior, almost runty despite the glare it was giving her. A look to the sun told her she had a bit of time before she was to meet up with Graves and decided a demonstration was in order.

She drew an arrow from her quiver, noting that she must replace the blue and white fletching the first chance she got with something that didn't stand out so much, and nocked it to her bowstring. Gwyn quirked an eye when the small bird actually flared its wings and screeched a challenge at her and her weapon despite being almost four times smaller than the human. A snap of its short beak took the arrowhead with a crack of wood, letting it drop to the ground with that same defiant gleam in its eyes. Once her initial instinct to pierce its belly with an arrow for wasting had passed, she considered the bird's actions while replacing the broken arrow with a whole one. It removed the threat but didn't fly away. There might be something to this one, after all." she thought as she met the Rufflet's gaze evenly.

She drew back on the bowstring and raised it to shoulder-level, raising it slightly higher to accommodate the distance and loosed. With a faint whistle it flew like a shot into the icicle cluster almost before the arrow's shadow could keep up with it and broke it free from the building's easle. 'Rufflet' tilted its head at Gwyn, was her aim that bad? It knew that humans had weaker sight but this seemed excessively bad, at least until she raised a hand and pointed at the remaining ice hanging across from them. "I can take the ice with one shot, can you? Her challenge was met with a flapping of wings and a rush of air that belied the bird's small size when it took to the air and circled once, angled towards the icicles with claws outstretched. Gwyn almost sighed in disappointed when it struck the ice and failed to dislodge any of it, but was cut short when it clenched both sets of claws and crunched the ice free to shatter on the ground below.

It flared its wings before it hit the ground and glided back to her position with another screech of challenge. Gwyn collected both the loosed arrow and the broken head from the first and secured them on her person before regarding the bird closer. It will do, for now she thought as she gave a whistle and gestured for the Rufflet to follow with a light jerk of her head. She was nearly at the stairs when she turned back to see that it had not moved from its spot save to land on the back of a wooden bench. Gwyn returned the glare and raised her voice slightly, "We need to move or we'll be late." The Rufflet tilted its head again, almost as to say 'we'? The Junior Guardian produced the red and white sphere from her pocket and saw a flash of recognition in the bird's eyes.

It gave the broken ice another glance before flapping back into the air, circled overhead until Gwyn began ascending the stairs again. She plucked a drifting feather from the air as it slid into her vision and noted that it was the same color as her new 'friend'. The folicles were still smooth, showing a lack of scuffles or rough living, but the quill was sturdy. Quill. That word stuck out in her mind as she watched the bird focus on a black bird and sleeping hound before moving on on their set path. That would do nicely, at least as well as any name she could think of. Graves' familiar form came into sight after a number turns and sharp dips and climbs, Gwyn taking the offered clothes and ducking into a small building to change save for her warm cloak.

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It didn’t seem to Graves that Gwyn took all that long to reacquaint herself with the world. No matter – it wasn’t his job to babysit, it was his job to produce results, and it was clear on what results those were. He rolled his shoulders as he watched Gwyn disappear to change, and once she reappeared, he rose an eyebrow, “You stick out like a sore thumb with the coat. Get rid of it,” he pointed out. As a guardian, she’d have to be willing to learn to adapt to new things. A heavy coat like that – even in the cooling warmth of the beginning of autumn – made her stand out. As if she didn’t belong. Their job definitely needed them to, well, belong.

“Did you get to know your new partner at all? You weren’t gone for too long,” Graves mused out loud towards Gwyn. He pulled on a tattered looking robe – sort of an overcoat like jacket, really – and flattened it out as best he could with the palms of his hands. It was ratty and almost threadbare at points – holes in the back and on the left shoulder, so thin the strings of yarn were pulling apart at the elbows and sleeves, and dirty. Was it dirty.

He glanced at Gwyn as he tried to adjust himself as best he could in his new wardrobe. It seemed like the coat was a little too tight in the shoulders, which only pulled off the look more. “This is one of the guardian’s homes, so you’re welcome to leave your stuff here and we’ll lock it up. We’re heading downwards, and as we said earlier, it’s simply an op mission. We do not engage unless they provoke first,” he reminded. He took a good look at her. The clothes he had given over were not the greatest of materials, and were patched with colors that didn’t quite get along with the original. Not only that, sometimes the clothes fit in other places, and other times it would be too tight or too loose. It gave Gwyn the sense of where they were going: downwards.

If they were going up, they would’ve been decked out in nicer clothes. Since they were going down, it was no surprise that they wore clothes that really stood the part. Before Gwyn could say anything about it, though, Graves had hooked himself through a small, broken fence that led to rather rickety looking stairs downwards. “Let’s go.”

The stairs climbed three stories, and then they took a right, down through a narrow alley that both would have to turn so their backs and fronts were against the wall. Once out of this narrow alley, they’d take another two stories down and finally – finally – they would be on the ground. People hustled about. The noise here was louder than above – it was a weirdly sensational idea to stare up and try to find the sky from the actual bottom of Istin City. Graves nudged her a little before he moved through another alleyway – this one was so spacious that they could walk alongside each other, should Gwyn decide it – and would come into a small but cozy marketplace.

“We’re looking for two guys and a girl – probably about their twenties or so – who have been stealing farmer Pokemon and causing havoc around this area. They’re all from out of town, so maybe judge by their accents. We’re just trying to get a good idea of how their schedules work, and how they are around other people,” Graves added as he started towards the marketplace, “I think at this time we should just head around and see what we can find. Meet back here when the sun starts to disappear beyond the buildings.”

And with that, Graves was gone in his own direction. The goal that Gwyn would have is to find one or any of the members they are looking for, while keeping herself undercover. While she did that, there would be multiple things to do. The first is she could pursue the various Pokemon loaming around the marketplace:


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- wandering around the alley looking hungry

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- attempting to provoke some of the people at the stalls

The other is she could browse the various little stalls that lined one side of the wall of buildings.

The first stall that might interest her would be filled with jewelry, and a ratty old woman would try to hassle her for money. Around this stall were various little kids and a couple of adults who looked – well – unamused at how annoying the old lady seemed to be.

Down a few stalls is a rather odd looking leatherworker, although their items don’t look very, well, sturdy. The man who mans this stall is tall and lanky, and definitely not from Istin City. There’s only one lady about thirty around this stall, going on about leather pieces and their worth.

In the middle of the market is a small grocer selling local produce – apples, berries and some fresh meat, for an oddly cheap amount. This grocer is a local farmer just on the outskirts, and she seems to have quite a following. Around her booth are several teenagers and young adults. One of the young adults, a man with dark hair and bright eyes, is quietly listening to the conversation while pickpocketing the teenagers.

And lastly, at the far end of the market, there is a stall with some woodwork being done, and the woman who’s working at this table seems rather friendly. There’s only a few older adults around this one, inquiring about this and that, and the conversation seems rather upbeat.

Which one will Gwyn choose? Will she go with a stall and see if she can find the people the guardians are looking for? Will she go for the Pokemon? The world was at her disposal.


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With a restrained grimace and a distinct feeling of wrong, she carefully rolled her familiar cloak and locked it inside the Guardian's home with the rest of her personal effects. Her bow and quiver remained stowed across her back after donning the ragged cloth over them that would allow her to 'blend in' better, already preferring the pure hunt of the mountains to this urban skulking. She remained silent as they descended the walkways save, musing over her own thoughts on the matter with Quill winging overhead. While she understood all too well the practice of becoming one with the environment while stalking prey this itchy patchwork cloth just felt unnatural against her frost-weathered skin.

Gwyn tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear as they walked, a bit of the yellow Apricot dye coming off on her fingertips as she did so. Thankfully it wasn't enough to reveal the truth of her normally auburn braids, now blowing loose in the chilly wind. She'd worked out a rough disguise for this mission by changing her appearance slightly, and working to adopt the mannerisms of an excitable farmhand. With any luck she'd be bland enough to mingle with the crowd relatively unseen and quickly be forgotten afterward. She was venturing that this would also help detach onlookers from connecting her Guardian self with the scruffy market-goer they were seeing now.

She closed her eyes with a sigh, put on her best 'tourist' face, and began walking among the stalls with her eyes held open in faux-wonderment. A smile here, a wave there, all the while feeling like an utter fool and straining to keep the glower from her features. With no obvious path to truly begin she made for the first stall that caught her eye, the large feeding ground that was the grocer. She quirked a brow at the exchange of such little money for fruits and meat before forcing her face back into the 'smile' and stepping forward. Quill sat perched on the roof of a nearby building and idly watched the crowd swell and ebb, meeting Gwyn's eye when she nodded towards the pickpocket. He seemed to get the message and kept the man in sight for the time being. A small creature wielding a length of wood in one hand gave her an idea for a backup plan.

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[[ +0.4 EXP, mostly because of the difficulty of responding with so little given. Next time, please consider some more ways to respond to different parts of the post - like responding to Graves' questions, reacting to surrounding people and places, and starting the conversation with the grocer. Just something to keep in mind for the future! http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/emoticons/1.png ]]

Graves gave a small nod when Gwyn removed her coat, but his facial expression soon soured when she made no move to respond to him. "I asked you a question - you're a Guardian now, and that means if I ask, you answer," he said in a stern tone, although he stopped just short of threatening her. "You'll be alone with your pokemon for this next part of the mission, so I hope you've had enough time to bond."

The lieutenant stayed relatively silent for the remainder of the walk, save for his explanation of how the mission would work - clearly, he was incensed, but not taking it out on the greenhorn quite yet. Soon, he left, and Gwyn and Quill would find themselves alone in the marketplace, ready to begin the next stage of their mission.

The grocer was a wise choice to approach - her stall seemed to be the most popular, after all, and eavesdropping worked best in places where there were many targets to choose from. Someone else preyed on the targets as well, albeit in a different way - as Gwyn approached the grocer, the pickpocket would deftly reach his hand into a young woman's bag and pull out what looked like a small handful of coins. He then returned fluidly to the conversation, not missing a beat.

"Kee, Oran, Enigma! Get your berries here!" the grocer called out before turning to face Gwyn. "What can I help you with today?"

Gwyn wouldn't have much time to respond before a teenage boy at the stall reached into his pockets to pay for a bushel of apples, only to find his gold coming up short. "Hey! I've been robbed!" he exclaimed, only to start turning around, looking at the people at the stands. Gwyn's clothes and manner made him only give her a cursory glance - until his eyes landed on the true pickpocket.

"I saw that girl - that one there - she was right next to you," the pickpocket said smoothly, with just a hint of judgment and anger in his voice, and that was all it took for the teenager to turn on Gwyn.

"Give me that gold back, thief!" he exclaimed, but even if Gwyn had the resources to pay him off, it might look like she was the true pickpocket. That could give her more time to observe the true pickpocket, but if she got in the middle of a conflict like this, she might not have the chance to find any of the people stealing the farmers' pokemon. Then again, creating a situation like this could help her ferret them out by finding people who responded differently, and revealing her identity as a Guardian could kill her chances of completing her mission, even if it got her out of this scrape. She wouldn't have much time to think about her response; the teenager's hand was already going to his belt to a poke ball, ready to defend his gold.

Well, this was definitely a sticky situation. How would Gwyn proceed?

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Gwyn inwardly grimaced as she thought back to the interaction with Graves, conflicted from the older Guardian's reaction. She was used to traveling in silence to avoid detection but looking back, she realized that her new position did require that she give some kind of audible response. With a sigh, she made a note to correct this mistake the next time she had to check in.

No sooner did her mouth open to speak with the grocer did it snap shut at the abrupt accusation from the pickpocket, actively working to keep up her guise and not let her kindling anger show on her features, if barely. She put up her empty hands in a placating manner and lowered her voice to that of a frightened waif, holding her ground for the time being. Instinct told her that not only would backing up denote guilt but would mark her as prey to be chased, something every fiber of her being protested against.

She allowed her eyes to widen and tensed the muscles of her face to make them tremble as though she were fighting back tears. While her bottom lip trembled her senses flared to take in her surroundings, beginning with the potential powder keg in front of her. From the way the boy's eyes passed over in his search her hunch of creating a persona had indeed made her part of the background, but now she would have to play on the unwanted attention if she was going to keep her cover.

"Wait, please! I just got here!" she pleaded, constricting her throat slightly to give her voice a higher pitch. "I'm just here to get supplies, and some berries for my papa's farm." She lowered her eyes and set her expression into what she hoped portrayed loss, "Things haven't been easy since our Miltank went missing."

Gwyn's mind flashed over possible routes to take and hopefully keep a fight from breaking out. Pointing the finger at the real thief wouldn't do much good, they would just deny it and possibly use her own accusation to make her look even more guilty. If a predator was among the pack it would instill fear and anger, so she would have to mark the pickpocket as the predator somehow.

She lifted one side of her horrendous cloak to show a belt derived of any weapons, being especially careful not to open it so far as to show the bow strapped to her back beneath it or the Pokeball tucked away in her pocket. "They even took my...Little...Thistle..." Inwardly she cursed at the hesitancy in constructing a Pokemon name, and worked to play it off as revelation when her eyes fell upon the thief.

"Wait just a berry-picking minute," she whispered loudly, opening her eyes wide and pointing at the pickpocket in a look of horrified realization. "You! You're the thief! Quick, everyone check your bags!" she added while directing her words at the nearest of the crowd, "I'll bet anything everyone standing near him, is missing gold!"

With any luck the market-goers would search their persons and find their own evidence that she was telling the truth. Gwyn's peripheral vision keyed into the faces in the crowd, searching for any stray movement or sign of flight from the crowded stall. She had to stop herself from openly turning to look at Quill perched high above, hoping that something had caught the Rufflet's keen eyes. She had to keep her eyes trained on the crowd for the time being while her other senses flared to alert.
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While Gwyn’s guise started to work – and by that, she had several sad looking customers (and even the grocer) awing in sadness as she started to spin her story… but as soon as she turned the attention on the actual pick pocket, some people were a little unsure. The pickpocket had already convinced the crowd that Gwyn was the pick pocket herself, and being on point made his own lip tremble. He lowered his eyes to the ground and his shoulders started to rise and fall, as if he was about to cry.

“I d-didn’t do anything. I’m just t-thirteen. I was just t-t-trying t-to find my ma-mama and I go-got distracted b-because the be-berries looked s-so delicious…” he mumbled. The old woman next to him gave Gwyn an annoyed look and wrapped her arms comfortingly around the teenager, as if she was immune to the situation unfolding. The teenager – the true pickpocket – started to sob here. Even if Gwyn could see the crocodile tears, the audience around them would, obviously, see different.

Meanwhile, the Timburr watched this with a curious headtilt, but didn’t stick around. It limbered off as if uninterested in the unfolding drama. Before Gwyn could see it, it ducked underneath a stall and was gone. The scene was getting tense towards Gwyn, too, with more and more people starting to crowd around the grocer’s stall to see why there was a crying child and how they could help. The scene was getting a bit hairy.

If Gwyn could glance quick enough, she’d see Graves from his position watching, and would jerk his chin (ever so slightly so she would have to squint to see it) towards the left. It was the way the Timburr had disappeared. Maybe he was onto something…?

But then again, as the more people packed themselves in, Gwyn’s chances of slipping out were diminishing. What would she do here? How would she make her way out of the center of this situation?

Before she’d have a chance, the man who announced about the pick pocket had spoken towards her, “Empty your pockets, thief. I don’t believe that you’re who you say you are. I wanna see what you’re carrying around.”

Well, this would be trouble.


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This was getting too hairy for her tastes, especially when her attempt to make the crowd see the truth ripped the rug from under her feet. Eyes ever trained to movement she saw Graves' movement, even if it was so slight as to make her wonder if she'd imagined it with the stress of the situation. She had to get some distance and come at this from a different angle, without blowing her cover.

While revealing that she was a Guardian would give her the clout to turn the crowd it would also undermine their entire mission at the start. She decided to play along with the thief, and dug the point of her knife into the palm of her hand, hidden beneath her cloak. She carefully twisted it to avoid doing undue damage, but enough to hopefully bring a tear to her eyes now that she was forcing herself not to blink. The liquid began to well and a deliberate blink forced it to run down her cheek.

Playing the part of the subdued waif she reached into her pocket, folding the material of the pocket itself so as to appear empty save for a single coin she pulls out and holds in a trembling palm. "Thi-This is all I h-have...I am no t-thi-- She forced a hiccup, hopefully portraying that even the word itself was bringing her pain. With any luck they would realize that a thief would have more than a single coin on their person, and stepped forward to make her exit.

"I ju-just want to help my Papa, he's been getting more s-sick and---no!" With a quick jerk, she accidently dropped the coin onto its edge, with enough force to send it rolling off to the left past the crowd. With frantic cries of 'no, no, no', she made to scramble after what she hoped would appear to be her entire livelihood and making sure to nudge it with her boots whenever she got close. The Huntress grit her teeth at the necessity of the pathetic display and clumsily guided the coin to escape past the gathered crowd. She found herself near the stall where Graves had been directing her towards and gripped the coin in her hands. She decided to add some 'flavor' to her story and held it to her chest in both hands, remembering how easily these people seemed to be swayed by shows of faith.

She couldn't bring herself to give a prayer to any but the Patrons, so she mumbled under her breath in a display of thanks with frequent glances upward to the sky, simply saying the name 'Arceus' loud enough to be heard. Each time her head tilted upward her keen eyes would flick about, spying Graves and keeping the thief in sight. Quill continued to look on from above, appearing for all sakes as a curious bird drawn her by the noise and confusion.

Gwyn found herself on the other side of the crowd and within eyesight of the stall, standing with a coin in hand and watching for anything that may help in this situation. She hoped the older Guardian had something up his sleeve, as being the prey instead of the hunter was beginning to make her see red.

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Gwyn's attempt to slip away would work, for the most part. While the majority of the crowd seemed to believe her. Of course, not everyone did, but out of pride, the man didn't bother to chime in. It would make him look stupid, and he just moved away. Of course, during this situation, the real pickpocket slipped away. From his position, Graves watched the man move away, trying to slip into an alleyway. As Gwyn looked towards him, Graves allowed an eyebrow to raise, but simply jerked his chin towards the pickpocket, and didn't offer any help. If Gwyn followed right away, the people at the stall would find it suspicious, but if she didn't follow, she might lose her suspect...

All was not lost, though! Graves had jerked his chin and slipped into a rather growing group of people by the smith stand, and the Timburr was... slowly inching its way away from the group as well. If Quill was paying enough attention, he'd be able to catch sight of this. The timburr wasn't being very obvious, but it was definitely moving towards the alleyway to follow after the man who just left from pickpocketing. It wouldn't seem that Graves was going to be much help in the whole pickpocket situation, so this meant Gwyn was on her own. Hopefully she was good at improvisation.

There were three routes that Gwyn could decide to do, each one with possible outcomes.

The first one was the obvious one: she could slip into the alleyway and give herself away as a guardian, or at least make it very obvious that she's following the pickpocket. If this was her decision, the Timburr would attempt to stop her by throwing a Low Sweep at Gwyn's legs to throw her off. This would, of course, make anyone around or anyone who was watching (like the suspicious man who kept eyeballing her) yell out and... perhaps she could talk her way out of it? Perhaps she could slip by undetected.

The second option was to find another way into the alleyway. There were various other little nooks and crannies that could be used, but there were no possibilities that they'd lead where she wanted to go. Maybe there was a building that led that way? One building in particular, a little rundown building with an opening just large enough for Gwyn to squeeze through seemed particularly interesting. Once inside this building, several Pokemon might scurry across her way, but if she could find her way through the maze of dusty boxes and dark outlines, she could easily find a door that would open up into the alleyway that the pickpocket slipped down through.

The last option was she could allow Quill to follow the Timburr, and hope the Pokemon was following the pickpocket, and not just being sneaky and acting like it. This would give her time to regroup with Graves and think of a plan, and attempt to ease the situation with the previous crowd she just left. Perhaps Graves would have a helpful hint, but if she was looking, he'd just snort and say, "You got away just fine, there was no reason to act like the prey. You're undercover and you did just fine." So much for being help.

Regardless of what decision Gwyn made, she'd have to make it quick and stealthily, otherwise everything might fall apart. Graves clearly wouldn't be giving her help. This was, after all, her decision.


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