Warning: Everything is Toxic

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Yooka's mission:

This was already a nightmare. The client was a contradiction to what she wanted. Noisy and unstoppable. Getting away was a blessing in disguise but it ended up being a problem as Yooka wasn't able to even understand anything the cloent really wanted outside what's on the paper, which is fine but wow... even there it shows how much of an annoyance SHE is...! This, isn't going to be easy...

That was probably the best part. The better part was that the client wanted the neighbors to be quiet. The neighbors, were from Pecha Forest. This has got to be a joke. There's a joke somewhere Yooka isn't seeing. Despite it's name and generic foresty ecosystem. The place was filled with poison and toxins. The occasional Pecha Berry were pretty much godsends if you were lucky. Or well, this was to her experience here, perhaps it'll be pleasent for once. Maybe she'll be able to harvest a few Pecha's for her plan! Hah, fun.

The instant the Kecleon stepped on the path she felt way out of place and no longer felt as upbeat as she just was. There was no way she's leaving without being poisoned. Taking a doubletake on her surroundings, things were... Silent. Fists formed as the client's words were already sounding off. The lunar ribbon wrapping her right hand strained but didn't snap. The solar ribbon wrapping her left was a little loose. Her hardened Defense scarf was not wrapped around her neck but wrapped her chest, upper back, and underarms. The back was cut so as to go around her back's ridges. The extra length on both ends of the scarf were tucked between the ridges so to prevent them from flapping around annoyingly. Although, the slight breeze made the teeny bits flitter. Her Guild Bag, which was completely remade to an aesthetic look to her species but with Midnight Purple color with Golden Olive linings, was pretty much clipped to the scarf preventing it from unfolding itself.

Yooka isn't one of those that like to stand around to look around or to be scared, infact she's rather emotionless, on the outside. The only emotion she shows tends to show that way tends to be out of place and more than likely awkward or insane. Overcoming the sudden fearful feeling she had was ridiculously easy when she wrapped her head around the thought, 'just silence a few'. The how, however, was coming blank to her, for now. The mental list of what pokemon usually live here popped into her mind as she travelled farther down the path. Who would cause the most noise. The Guild's archives somewhat helped with this but the list was just a tad outdated. Some new pokemon were found but most acted like the others or workee around the others. Ecosystems. This one was toxic. The whole, 'Rookie's come here to train' thing... hah, funny. Yooka was completely familiar with this kind of survival, except, well... It's been so long perhaps she's outpowered this place. Poison is still a threat.

Yooka shook her head, enough thoughts... more looking. Actually, where was she? She's been walking down a path for so long thinking about the forest she's completely forgotten where's what and the place was too generic to pull a map out. She'd have to find some landmark or overused trail. Gah, her surroundings were unfamiliar. She smirked as this suddenly got interesting.

“Hmm hm, hmm hm hm hmmm~”

Cinmere was in a good mood, humming mirthfully under his breath. The forest was bright and colorful, with vivid green trees and golden brown dirt, and little flashes of color catching his eye. A tiny pink flower, the flashes of blue sky between the treetops, the pure white of a fallen feather. It was quite beautiful, he thought. The sun shone freely and illuminated everything in the forest, bringing the landscape to life and comfortably warming Cinmere’s fur. Solgaleo was in a good mood today, he could tell.

”So by soldiers and lions my heart stays defiant, ‘til the night I’ll be safely back home~” He finished by singing the last line of that old war hymn out loud, smiling to himself. Most of his pack’s war hymns were grim, and that was only fitting, but that one had always stuck out to him. He liked how oddly soft and hopeful it was. He knew it by heart even now, lyrics, melody and all. Something about it strangely fit a pleasant, sunny day like this.

Apparently this forest was an ideal training ground for beginners like him, so he had decided to do some training while he was in Grassveil. Couldn’t hurt, right? That city wasn’t exactly his kind of place, something about the atmosphere just didn’t quite fit him, but it was still a nice town. It was safe, between the guild and police station, and they had reasonable prices for a bed. He couldn’t ask for much more than that.

Well. Hopefully they were reasonable prices, he didn’t have any frame of reference.

He’d had a rather uneventful trip through the forest thus far. It was pleasant, and he didn’t mind too badly, but he had come here to train. He normally wasn’t a huge fan of battling, and this was one of the only times where it would be nice if he could find something to fight. What kind of Pokemon apparently lived here? Pidgey, Caterpie, Patrat… yeah, he felt confident he could handle himself here. If any ferals actually showed up. He was starting to think they wouldn’t… which would be a little disappointing, but not the end of the world. He didn’t regret coming here even if he got nothing out of it. This forest was pretty.

So he continued on, singing under his breath, ears perked for any hint of noise. Occasionally, he stopped to check the air for scents, only to continue onward a second or two later when he thought the path was clear. He hadn't been here long, so he just had to be patient for a while longer. Surely he'd find something soon.

Cinmere’s Energy: 11

First couple minutes of actually being lost and... nothing happened. No surprises. No familiar- anythings. No wait... there was that trail she was still on. But after following it for, who cares how long, she decided to turn around with intensions of leaving and re-entering the forest, but ended up hitting a dead end sooner than she expected. Right, dungeon, not an actual forest. Yooka grew annoyed enough to P-up punch a tree causing it to barely shake.

"Well then, I guess I have no choice but to continue..." Growling to herself before shrugging, she went off in a random and different direction just to find a new trail or something. It's not like she noticed anything where she was anyway. If she had to guess she was on the other side of the forest entirely. At least the place was not huge like Shadowhue where there's a dungeon within the dungeon... Meh, she was probably too far to effect the client in any particular way anyway. Yooka almost didn't want to do this mission now just because of how the client's notes were written and the dungeon being uncooperative.

Once again, Yooka was getting distracted by something. In this case it was the mission's slip. She re-read it's strange way of emplaining things. Well, it was just a guildmember writing what the client was saying but still, did they have to include the unnecessary words and repeated sentences. Who was the one making these anywaaa--!

Yooka faceplanted as she tripped on a root. She completely forgot she wasn't on the trail. She yelled out for, like, a second before ripping the root from the ground but failing to do anything else, like, breaking it or, like, not managing to get another injury while doing so. "MMRRrrr... Not even a pokemon and I'm losing to a tree's root!" Holding the rather large gash in her arm where the root slashed her as it snapped back into the ground, she was laying on her side and rolling next to the said root, not crying but fully angry and growling. One mistake and your on the ground. This would perhaps be the only thing to occur to Yooka in Pecha forest that could injure her in such a way.

"Ah-?" Cinmere jolted out of his trance with a start, hearing the sound of an impact somewhere nearby. He blinked a few times, weighing whether or not to approach it. He was curious, sure, but anything that could hit something that hard didn't sound like something he wanted to mess with. This dungeon was supposedly beginner-friendly, but maybe he'd been deceived? It wasn't impossible this place was more dangerous than it looked. His previous cheerful mood dampened into something slightly more serious, narrowing his eyes. He'd stick to the undergrowth and check. Yeah, that was a good plan. He could leave without fighting if it looked like something he couldn't handle.

The canine doubled back towards the source of the noise, eyeing a slight indentation in one of the trees. Wait, had someone punched a tree? Ouch, that had to hurt. The tree didn't seem much worse for wear, he supposed that was good, but he was more concerned for whoever had the bright idea to hit it in the first place. Unless they were a strong Pokemon, he couldn't imagine that wouldn't hurt. Maybe this mysterious tree-punching stranger was just a feral Pokemon marking their territory? That seemed likely, come to think of it. He might have brushed it off there, but now his curiosity was peaked, and there was a strange set of footprints in the dirt...

Doing his best to keep his head low and step lightly, he weaved through the undergrowth, following the mysterious trail. He'd never seen footprints from a Pokemon that looked anything like that before, so he was curious! And, you know, a tiny bit concerned. Over what, he couldn't quite place, but there was something a little bit off in the air. Perhaps it was a Rockruff's sixth sense for when someone was upset, although he was having some trouble picturing what someone would be upset over in a nice, peaceful forest like this. Maybe over the fact they just punched a tree and now their hand hurt, he thought to himself in vague amusement.

Of course, he stopped in his tracks, more or less entirely forgetting to stay hidden once he found... whatever was going on here. There was a weird bipedal lizard-like Pokemon writhing on the ground and holding it's arm, yelling about... losing to a tree's root? He blinked a few times, trying to puzzle out what the heck was going on here. He carefully stepped around the tantrum-throwing stranger, managing to spit out some weak sentiment of concern. "Are, um. Are you okay." He tried his best, but he couldn't even summon up the energy to make his tone concerned instead of downright incredulous. This wasn't really happening, right? This Pokemon had spoken, so it wasn't a feral, but. Wow. Someone wasn't having a good day.

He snapped out of his stupor a moment later. Right, what was he doing, get your act together Cinmere it needs help. He forced a smile, his head tilted slightly. Uh, maybe she didn't hear that first part. Maybe if he ignored it she'd do the same, he had been a little bit rude. "Hey there. My name's Cinmere, is your arm alright?" That was as good a way to start as any. He didn't have any medical supplies with him to help with, but he could offer to help this lizard back to town? The gash didn't look so bad from this angle, although his standards for what counted as a 'bad wound' were definitely higher than your average civilian. It didn't look severe to him, but it wouldn't be good if it got infected. "I could help you back to town if you'd like to get treatment for that cut." 'Cut' was a less gory word than 'gash', he thought. He put on his best open smile and hoped this strange tree punching lizard wouldn't react too badly.

In her moment of soothingly dense pain, which she was totally focused on and couldn't concentrate on what was happening around her, a little dog showed up. It was completely different to what usually lives in Pecha Forest. First good sign for the day. It went around Yooka as she mumbled about, contemplating on wether or not to get involved. Second good sign, it's cautious. When it decided to talk, Yooka didn't hear the first attempt but she did hear the second and went silent aswell as motionless. She only stared at the Pokemon till it said something about a Town. And that was the first bad sign, "Please tell me you know the difference between.... mmmm!"
Spike in pain.
"No, I'm fine, and cut is still overestimating what it is to me. heh. Don't worry about it. However, this place has changed. It'll be you who will need help if... Well, if your not a Guildmember. You, are, a Guildmember... yes?" Yooka said while sitting up. She had a smirk on her face because she knows the list of members. But before the Rockruff could answer she gave off a single grunted laugh. "Heh. Nah, don't worry about that either. Stay cautious and you'll be fine. I'm ready to go if you are."

The gash was already healed over but Yooka kept an arm over it and continued to hold it as if it was there. Using her tail, she unhooked her bag from her scarf and placed it on the ground. "If you don't have anything, First mistake. Take an Apple and the Oran Berry. Unless your familiar with this place, you are seriously going to need it. buuut, then again... I haven't been here in quite some time and back then I didn't have any training. Regardless, dungeons are dungeons." Yooka said all of that with a smile. If he even looks at the bag's insides he'll understand she's with the Guild as her badge is with the contents. Aswell as her usual items; Max elixer, Blast seed, 2 apples, lum berry, and an oran berry. Aswell as a few random items she found on the way here.

(OOC: Go ahead an use my rolled 'pokemon', all items will be in her bag. Rolled pokemon don't need to be used all at once and they don't have to all be evil. THIS IS GOING TO SUUUUUUUUCK! Yooka, get nuked.)

Ravio carried out 10 launched of one Pecha Forest :

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Cinmere didn't know much, and he knew he didn't know much. This whole land was unfamiliar to him, and so far he had been relying on the charity of strangers. It hadn't gone that poorly for him so far. More people were good than not, after all, and he could normally find his way. Normally. He wasn't so conceited that he'd call himself a mindreader, but as long as he listened to that feeling deep in his stomach that told him when something was off, it wasn't so hard to stay out of trouble. The point was that he trusted his intuition, he'd cite it for how he had gotten this far without any major hiccups, and now it was whispering to him that this is wrong and weird. Maybe it was the way she just froze as if she were a statue and stared as he spoke, or how she jumped between topics with chaotic disregard. It could have been the smirk on her face or the way Cinmere was quite abruptly added to her party with no fanfare and no say one way or another, but something about this whole scenario felt noticeably off.

Was he a guild member? Not yet, no, but the way she asked if he was so expectantly made him flounder to admit so. "Uh-" The words shriveled and died in his throat. She didn't care and that was just as well, because Cinmere hadn't the faintest idea of what he was about to say. He couldn't pin down why his gut was murmuring no bad wrong, but the Rockruff was visibly uncomfortable as he stared at her bag as if it held some sort of explosive. Ugh. Don't be such a baby, Cinmere. She offered to give you something, and that was kind of her. She was a little off, but there wasn't any need to be hostile, just- just a reason to use due caution. He'd accept the gifts gracefully and not eat them unless he had to. Sure, they almost definitely weren't poisonous, but it was worth the peace of mind.

He opened the bag with a polite nod, drawing out an apple and a familiar blue berry. He didn't mean to snoop, but there were a couple other things that couldn't help but draw his eye - other scattered exploration supplies, some he could recognize and some he couldn't, as well as a strange badge that looked nothing like anything he'd ever seen. It looked oddly official, whatever it was. Was she part of some sort of organization...? Perhaps the guild? From first impressions, she didn't seem like the type... he blinked a few times, gathering the apple and Oran berry while sending the stranger something of a quizzical look. Who on earth was she?

"Thanks for the supplies." Cinmere said, and he meant it, it was a nice gesture. Even if his smile was smaller than it usually was. "My name's Cinmere. Mind if I ask what brings you here?" They were traveling together now, he supposed? He didn't quite understand why he'd just been recruited out of the blue, and it would be a lie to say he was perfectly comfortable with this situation, but he supposed it was nice that he wasn't on his own...? He couldn't get a read on this lizard for the life of him, but he could go along with this for now. At least until he could find out what she was up to, and perhaps even who she worked for. He was curious now.

Besides of the whole cautious thing... no, it's because of the Rockruff's cautious/confused/weirded thing that Yooka couldn't stop being amused by it. It was as if he was scared but not afraid. The little sound it made after watching her finish what she did nearly made her laugh. She must have been saying stuff without thinking again. She was weird and she knows it. It took him a bit to find the two things and he most likely saw something as he grew even more confused. Yooka seriously couldn't shove off the smiling. It was starting to annoy her which was actually helping her stave it off.

His thanks and introduction came by a little unexpectedly but Yooka just stood up and put her bag back on and looked around a bit before pulling out a little paper from her scarf. She looked at him, with a straight face finally, while holding it, but she didn't show him, "Name's Yooka, of the Grassveil Guild. And yes, I am weird... you just have that look and your over cautious. I matter aswell just say it." However, she heard a noise in the distance. Not the usual rustle or 'Foresty' noises. This was more of like when she punched the tree, but this one wasn't so wooden. She didn't ignore it as she looked over, but she continued talking, "I am currently on a mission. Have a read, but it's also... weird." Yooka held the paper infront of him.

Meanwhile the noise turned into noises and was getting dangerously closer. The first thing she thought outside of the Rockruff regarding those noises was the area they were at. Three trees evenly spaced, useless, a thick bush right next to them, too small for her, and that it was oddly open, Nothing really to trip or use. Second, it sounds like a group, actually, it feels like a group, but it's definitly not an ambush with the amount of noise they're giving off. Third, this might be the target... all in one place, heh... this might actually be easier than she first thought would be, if it is.