Adventure Thread - Group B

After the pleasant library conversation concludes, Riley heads to the pokecenter, and subsequently, to bed. The next morning, she stretches and yaaawns as sunlight filters in through the window. It's a brand new day and the mortal world is at peace...but not for long! She throws off the covers and gets dressed, absentmindedly watching herself button her shirt in the mirror. Today she's going to meet that mentor, and figure out the logistics of a potential breeding program. This guy better be qualified... Riley thinks. She grabs her pokedex and constructs the message, all business, and sends it to the dex address indicated on the hiring website.


That being done, Riley grabs her bag and runs out the door, and then for some reason pokes her head back into the room. "I know you're still there, mister." A sneaky little pumpkin man appears next to the mirror. Apparently, he had been studying his invisible reflection. "Time to go, silly! C'mon!" Pilgrim squeaks a little giggle and pirouettes gracefully through the air and out the door, following his dear mistress. 

Now out and about, Riley spends some time training her pokemon, as well as helping Drake learn a new move from the instructions that Jane purchased at the department store (acrobatics). During that time, Pilgrim wanders around and then returns with another mystery present ("Thanks, Pilgrim!"). Then, it's time for battle! 

When she was done with her errands she prepared to head over to the ranch - and then even further beyond! She thought a bit on if she should bring both her new pokés with her but decided against it. Maybe just the Bunnelby instead of Nie - the pokédex told her that it was close to evolution already and a ground type on her team wouldn't go amiss. The Trubbish would have to wait until say tomorrow or something!

Let's see what sort of trainers she'd find!

And after that, when she was near the ranch, she'd have Sam see if she couldn't bait some cool pokémon into an encounter!

"Ugh..." Salena cries, collapsing next to the wall. She had been talking to Sir Blobula, Esq for hours and it has not been scintillating conversation. Over that time, they covered a myriad of different topics including the weather, favorite foods, string theory, and trying to explain to explain the complex chemical formulas used for making Pester Balls. Throughout all of this, the blob monster had been quite rude, making funny faces and crude farting noises at the most inappropriate of times.

Salena could sense that Sir Blobula did not have a future on her team.

So she collapsed, both in frustration and because of physical exhaustion. How... How has she not found a trainer yet!? Sir Blobula turns her head around in a complete 180 and titters obnoxiously. Salena's frown deepens. "For the record, I blame you for this."

Gyah. Ok. She got up. The easiest way to settle this would be to fly out of here until she found an actual street, but flying evidently took a license. Which is silly, but understandable, especially when she considered just how fun her first flight was. So all led to one conclusion. Why not just walk out of the alley? Why! What a fantastic idea? How come she hadn't thought of that?!

It was exactly because she had thought of that and her efforts ended decidedly poorly. Now she was stuck with an obnoxious blob and some stupid plant. Well. No wait. Plant?

As a full disclosure, she hadn't noticed at first. But, after a while, it just continued to be... There. Every road she turned, every loop she took. The plant would always come back. Sitting. Waiting. Her eyes widened.

Was this some aspect of the fae? She was not without knowledge of them. Notorious tricksters, existing beyond the veil of imagination. Masters of illusion. Her own Pokémon, Ms. Christie the Misdreavus would eventually be able to evolve into Mismagius, a Pokémon who also has manifested such powers in particularly keen and powerful subjects. But if this were but an illusion, then all she had to do was break it.

"Oh Sir Blobula, Esquire. Please, do me the great favor of not messing with that plant. It is such a beautiful thing." Salena says, smile curling up her lips.

Sir Blobula, Esq, puffs up his(her?) cheeks in a most ignoble way and immediately strides towards the plant in a decidedly haunting manner. After all of the undignified babble that it had endured today, it was filled with the spirit of spite and determined that he(she?) would crush the said plant to spite it's trainer!

The moving plant was enough to spook the Ditto into not wanting to play with the plant much further. It was far too spooky! He attempts to intimidate the plant by becoming... A plant. The exact copy of the plant from everything it could see and render. That'll show it!

Meanwhile, Salena was a bit worried. Yep. Something was going on here. She got up, carefully and took a good look at the plant. She closes her eyes tightly. One. Two. Three. When they opened, she could see into the psychic spectrum. She edged forward, closer and closer, and tries to investigate the planet.

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Satisfied with her capture of the fox-pokémon, though a bit worried about how hurt Sam got, Jane makes her way towards the ranch at a leisure pace. She still had plenty of time so she could afford to enjoy the sunlight. Such a beautiful day! It felt like nothing really could go wrong a day like this. Nope - nothing!

The assailant smirks (or at least, you think she does, wearing a mask to cover all but one's eyes makes it hard to tell) as you obey the commands. She rifles through your bag, swiping both your pester balls and all your money, as well as anything else of value she can find.

"Excellent. Thank you for your contribution. Ariados, come. We're done here."

With that remark, Ariados absorbs the toxic spikes back into its body and the strange thief throws a smoke ball at your feet to disorient you while she escapes.

While it seems like a good idea at first, turns out floating into the sky on a balloon pokemon out of an illusion is a terrible idea, as she nearly gets clipped by someone on a Pidgeot that manages to bank at the last second to avoid a mid-air collision. She hears faint curse words thrown her way as the trainer and their bird pokemon quickly disappear over the horizon. Plus side is: clear signal to phone the police. Or the emergency number, since she doesn't know the actual precinct building's number.

"One-three-one, what is the nature of your emergency?"

311 Operator: "Okay. Are you injured? How long ago was this robbery, and did you see your attacker?"

311 Operator: "Don't worry, Miss, an Officer is being dispatched to your location. We'll get this sorted out soon. It should just be a few minutes."