Apologies uhhhh. Will update you for next week, but worry not, things will get exciting from now on. /evilgrin
Flame Mistress: As the fact of being a victim of theft starts to sink down on your mind, you start swelling up with anger as your head is filled with all kinds of profanities and insults known to you, along with some others discovered in the spur of the moment. Though you kept your thoughts to yourself, anyone passing by could probably easily tell how distressed you were as you stood there throwing a repressed tantrum. You were certain it was Phillip who had played this horrible trick on you, even if you did not see him do it, and you were sure you would at least cause him great harm if you would ever find the boy again.
You start walking aimlessly as the thought ran wild on your mind, and beside you Flare looked up at you with concern. Finding yourself back at the same bench you had been to, you sit down and bury your head into your hands, completely at a loss of what to do next. Flare tried to comfort you snuggling up to you; while she too was sad and worried for her missing partners, what hurt her the most was to see you in pain. Yet, you wouldn't respond, you had practically lost everything now, what else could you do?
Your prayers seem to be answered however, as Flare suddenly senses something. Making full use of her sense of smell, the Vulpix hops off the bench and starts looking for the source of the familiar smell. As you follow your movements with your eyes, you end up turning around and see a Meowth a short distance away, barely visible behind some of the few patches of greenery along the way, holding a Heart Scale within its mouth. Flare frowns and barks before dashing towards the cat Pokémon, who wastes not an instant to flee from the Fire-type. Gauging by the way Flare reacted to the wild Meowth, it may have been related in some way with your stolen goods, and seeing how you found yourself at a loss, Flare has apparently decided to take matters into her own paws.
What will you do?
jolteonjak: With the old man walking off to tend to his own duties, you decide to check out your own room upstairs. Grabbing the appropriate key from behind the counter as instructed, you head upstairs while promising your partner a nice walk outside later on along with your other Pokémon. Entering the second room to the right, you find yourself within a moderately small space, and conservatively furnished with a medium-sized bed, a table with an electric lamp, and a thick curtain covering a large window with an amazing view of the lake. In a flash you throw yourself and your bag on to the bed, feeling instant gratification from the matress's firm support and the cozy softness of its cotton blanket.
Having relaxed for a good while, you get off your bed before sleep could get the better of you, waking up your groggy Cindaquil in the process. You walk downstairs and you see Pedro still standing beside the entrance, almost as if he was paralyzed in time like some statue. Taking a notebook out of your pocket, you take the elder's words to heart and try your best to communicate to the Quagsire in what you think would be his own language, Spanish; explaining how much you would like to walk outside and better explore the area as you did. Much to your surprise, Pedro immediately nods in understanding and starts waving goodbye to you; a response far more positive than anything you had gotten from him so far. As amusing and bizarre as it sounds, perhaps the wild water fish really does know Spanish for some unknown reason after all.
Once outside you start walking near the edge of the lake, marvelling at its beauty. Its pristine waters allowed you to see in detail the soil beneath the surface, stretching far and deep into a dark blue abyss. A cry from above calls your attention, and as you look upwards you could see the silouette of an imposing Braviary, soaring the skies in search of prey. A part of you hoped it didn't see you as such.
Finally finding a good spot to stop, you reach for one of your Pokéballs and toss it into the air; the red and white orb bursting mid-air in a flash of light as it releases the gutsy horned-beetle, Heracross. Cyndaquil is quick to greet his newly met partner as it walks up to him; the Bug Pokémon instinctively stepping back in apprehension of the fire mouse. Ordering your Cyndaquil to extinguish his open flames, you apologize to Heracross who seems to calm down a bit, though still remaining wary and distrustful of the Fire-type.
Calling out to the both of them, you decide it's time to keep exploring and they both nod in agreement, one more enthusiastically then the other. You wouldn't get much of a chance to travel far however, as you spot a pair of Wooper suddenly jump out of the lake, hopping excitedly towards you with big gaping smiles on their faces. You gather they could probably want to play with you a little as they keep jumping up and down like hyperactive Spoink, crying their names repeatedly. One of them abruptly frowns and smirks mischieveously however, and forcefully squirts a Water Gun to your Heracross's face, knocking him over to his back. How low! It seems these Wooper like playing rough, and the question now is on whether you wan to "play" along.
What will you do?
I think you over did it a bit too much here, not with Heracross's intro since I do like you writing all you can to develop his character, but rather with the other actions as they do count as self updating. How do you know nothing would've happened in the thirty or so minutes you went to rest, or that nobody would already be there when you reached your room? How would you know Pedro would still be there when you got back down (very likely since he's just that...special, but you get the point)? Still, it's not a big deal, so I'm running with it.
Nightfall715: Having lost track of your Pokémon in the heat of the moment, you call forth for another companion, Lucifer, the Houndour. Though young and inexperienced, the pup had quite the strong personality and almost immediately started dominantly ripping nearby plants in an attempt to look as frightening as he could be. You firmly call to his attention however, to which he settled down and listened attentively. Having given your instructions, the Fire-type scampers immediately in search of the missing Black, using his sensitive sense of smell to track down the familiar scent of the Purrloin. You turn to the man and quickly tell him to follow along before running off with Lucifer.
"W-wait, wait! Ugh, fine!" he uttered between his teeth, quickly adjusting his large circular glasses and picking up his gear before catching up to you.
The mist made visibility horrible for you, but you only needed to follow the lead of your Pokémon. You could tell you were now within the outer limits of the surrounding forest. You're halted to a sudden stop however as you encounter a pair of burly men from out of the mist, them both accompanied by Bidoofs by their side. They both look shocked to see you and it's as if they weren't expecting, nor did they want anyone to see them.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing!" Yells one as he catches sight of you. "Stop right there!"
You had read about incidences of illegal logging in the area, and chances are they might be up to no good. Though they don't know this, they now stand between yourself and your Pokémon. Perhaps if you play your cards right you may avoid giving off the wrong impresion and move on without any confrontation.
What will you do?
Nightfall, while I don't feel I should criticize anyone's writing style, I would like just a little bit more effort from you if possible. Rather than copy-pasting segments from what I write, try to paraphrase in your own words, and maybe even add a bit more detail on your thoughts at what is happening. That can only help you as it gives me more info about you to work on. Just my two cents. ^^
Marion Ette: Ambushed by a swarm of Rattatta which seemingly popped out of nowhere, you question out loud the veracity of your current situation as your suspension of disbelief is shattered to pieces. Logic dictates that they couldn't appear just like that and Sangre himself would've noticed from the start even if they had been hiding behind the walls. Even so, if this was an illusion it was a pretty damn good one as it appealed to each and every of your relevant senses.
August and Sangre don't take any chances themselves as the both take the initiative and waste not a second to protect their friend and master; they knew through experience and love that this wasn't the time to be idly waiting for orders. Quickly taking action, Sangre begins by flashing a widespread Confuse Ray in an attempt to stun and confuse the rats; August covering your eyes and protectively embracing you to shield you from all harm. Though unable to see, you could hear it apparently working wonders as the Rattatta all started stumbling against one another in a chaotic mess.
Following up, August proceeds to blast them apart by powerfully blowing with her mighty wings not one, but two devastating Twisters. All hell breaks loose as you find yourself immersed in a thunderous cacophony composed by the howling winds, shrieking Rattatta, and the clash of various unknown objects crashing and breaking against one another from wall to wall. Almost as soon as it started, it was over.
Absolute silence reigned once again as you soon as the storm ceased. Any audible signs of Rattatta remaining on the room vanished just as suddenly as it had happened. You start hearing the cackling noise of electricity as loose wires made contact with something, but then, almost by art of magic, they stop and the generators start running again as if nothing had happened. How was this possible eluded you, but you didn't get much of a chance to think about it as you hear a voice coming from the opposite obscure end of the basement.
"Well, well, aren't you a tough one?" It says in an inhuman tongue, and you could recognize to a Ghost Pokémon, a Haunter, if your memory served you right. Despite the fact that it spoke an entirely different language, your familiarity with ghosts allowed you to understand it... and it seemed to be aware of that somehow as it spoke to you so casually.
"Where you scared?" It continued. "I hope so; my pranks have been losing their edge lately and I fear they're not as terrifying as they used to be... Oh, where are my manners, by the way? Here, allow me to brighten things up for you a bit."
You see four Will-O-Whisps suddenly pop up and move about slowly to each corner of the room, allowing you clear sight of the gaseous body of a Haunter, staring at you with a naughty smile. The floor was filled with tons of wodden debris, broken glass and twisted metal scattered all over the place, but nary a single Rattatta in sight. The two large, metallic engines look unscathed, and while you were pretty sure they had taken some punishment moments ago, they didn't show any evidence of that anymore, somehow. On close inspection, you notice the floor painted white with a large rune, similar to the one carved on the bedroom's desk.
Whatever this all meant you now had someone who could perhaps provide some answers. Whether this was friend or foe though, you had yet to determine.
What will you do?
::Wet'n'Wild Recreation Park::
Mon1010: It was settled, you agreed to come over and have some lunch with your new found friends; what could possibly go wrong? Even Shaana approved, though she still had reservations towards Alice, feeling jealousy towards the amount of attention she was giving you.
Finally getting off the pool after exchanging a few introductionary words, you all pick your stuff before heading off to the nearby park's restaurant. It was only a short walk from the pool you were in, and, as expected, the outdoor and wooden-furnished dining area was saturated with of people. Fortunate had it that a family had just about finished eating however, leaving a messy but free table for all of you to use; a waitress kindly cleaning it up as soon you all took seat. It seemed the fabled Tony was nowhere in sight yet, but surely he would show up eventually. Meanwhile, the rest of the group made their respective orders and you yourself browse the menu as you overview the relatively limited but delicious looking options of hamburgers, hot dogs, fries and shakes. Alice, Pete and Lucy had all seemed to have taken great interest in you in the short while you known them as they dish out question after question regarding your life, hobbies, tastes and work; looking especially amazed after listening about the details regarding your assistant duties with Professor Fennel. The service was taking ages to get the food ready to you all, and understandably so, but it didn't matter so much as time flew past with such a pleasant talk.
"Hey! 'Bout time you got here man!" Pete suddenly exclaimed cutting you short and just as the food was being served. You turn around and you see another man, mid-stature but in exceedingly good shape, dressing appropriately with a grey tank top, black trunks, sunglasses and sandals; his shaved head adding a layer of thoughness to his already impressive build. He gives a short upward nod in response before dropping to a chair next to Alice while taking another sip from his cold bottle of beer. Looking at you curiously with a smug grin, he turns then turns to Pete. "Who's that?" he asks ungraciously.
"That, would be Scott," he replied, frowning a little bit. "He's from Straiton... You ok, by the way?"
"Huh? Is that so?" Tony looked back at you, not really listening to Pete's last bit.
"Yeah, Alice met him back at the pool and brought him over; he's pretty chill." Pete continued. Tony nods slowly, carefully observing both you and your Munna and you could feel a bit of disdain in his expression.
"Come, we have to talk," he turned to Alice as he suddenly got back up to his feet.
"There's nothing I want to talk about that can't be said here, Anthony," she responded, her once joyful expression having changed to one of annoyance. "The hell's wrong with you, again?"
"Move!" he exclaimed harshly, grabbing Alice's shoulder and things start getting heated up as she keeps putting up some resistance, Pete and Lucy both calling out to him repeatedly at the same time. The way things are escalating you will probably be involved in some ugly drama.
What will you do?