Fall Relaxation (Open)

The weather was fantastic today. It wasn't too cold, or too hot. The sun put forth warm rays, but a cool, crisp wind offered comfort and lightly disturbed the surface of the small pond just outside Grassveil's boundaries. The little clearing where Pokemon could come and relax by the small body of water was apparently a local hot spot.

Jeremy could see why.

The male snivy stretched almost luxuriously near the shore line, letting out a deep sigh as he felt the warmth and sunlight bask him in serene glory. He had been cooped inside the guild hall as he was recovering, and appreciated the opportunity to finally stretch his legs and move his muscles again.

His healing had been good. Almost all the bruises and scrapes had been completely recovered… Save for his tail. A thin, pinkish white scar would probably always remain there from where the patrat bit him.

His body was still a little sore, but he felt that he would be fine eventually. Kuro and he were already looking at some job posters. Once he was 100% again, they would find their second assignment.

Jeremy huffed when he thought about it. Preferably with no murderous bandit crews.

He slowly closed his yellow eyelids… Slowly entreating a trance like state as he conserved his energy and quickened his mental and physical capabilities through photosynthesis.

Crysel had not come really to relax. She had simply wanted a place where she could sit alone and think to herself. She still had not recovered her memories, though the pain of the blow to her head had gone away. She did not know where she came from or what she did. All she knew was her name. No one knew how to help her amnesia. THEY THOUGHT IT WAS A MOVE SHE LEARNED! BRAIN DAMAGE DOES NOT EQUAL HIGHER SPECIAL DEFENSE PEOPLE! So here she was, sitting on the edge of the lake and quietly looking out to the water. She was trying to concentrate and remember something, anything from her past. She felt empty due to her memory loss. As if all her inside feelings just drained out of her.

Jeremy calmly meditated in the mean time, but paused after a few minutes when he heard gentle foot falls. Slowly opening his amber eyes in slight annoyance, the male snivy sighed. It wasn't really worth getting worked up over. This was a public place after all. Still, having some alone time would have been nice. He furrowed his brow though when he noticed a female sneasel clutching her head further down the bank.

Kuro? What was she doing here? Jeremy wouldn't have been surprised if she followed him here, but… It just seemed off. Wouldn't she have talked to him or… Done something else to get his attention.

Frowning, the male snivy got to his feet as he walked over. "Kuro? When did you get here?" He paused when he noticed her obvious discomfort from… Something, and he raised a scaly brow questionably. "Everything okay with you?"

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Tsukiakari the Absol decided that today was a good day to head over to the small pond and lay around in a tree all day, because frankly he needed some time to think about what he plans to do in the future.

After climbing a tree and finding a nice branch to lay down on he decided it would be nice to close his eyes and take a nap under the fall sun because he never got that much time to just lay down and do nothing. All of the scavenging and trouble making tired him out.

Crysel did not immediately answer, assuming the other pokemon was speaking to another she had just not noticed, but she was taken from her thoughts at the last question and looked over at the Snivy. She apologetically smiled to him. "I'm sorry, but I am not this 'Kuro' of which you speak, My name is Crysel. This may be a strange question, but... do you know me? My memory has been a bit off lately..."

Jeremy did not particularly notice that large, white-furred feline/canine hybrid enter the clearing at the time… Or if he did, he was only dimly aware of its presence. The male snivy was currently embroiled in his conversation with the sneasel, and the background world was only partially known to him.

When the female sneasel finally turned to face him, Jeremy instantly furrowed his brow, confusion evident on his reptilian features. Wait a minute… That voice was different than Kuro's. A little bit more gravely, with a soft, somber tone to it that suggested less use. The personality and expression was completely different as well.Kuro was energetic, distractible, forward, and almost always cheerful. This… Whoever she was seemed more withdrawn, polite, and just… Definitely not Kuro.

Her own vocal testament simply reaffirmed this fact, and the male snivy looked mortified at the mistake, averting his amber eyes and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Mentally scrambling to apologize for the mistake and try to appear a lot more dignified, The Grass Snake Pokemon prepared himself to assume the aires of more gentle nobility. "No um… I apologize Miss Crysel." A pause as Jeremy cleared his throat. "I'm afraid this is the first time I have met you. I honestly expected you to be someone else, hence the mistake."

He did not understand why she needed to know that. The implications of her memory problems were not the focus right now. Right now, it was time to make amends and try to earn her good graces.

Offering a charming smile, Jeremy extended a hand to offer her up. "My name is Jeremy Blackwood, leader of Team Magna and noble born of House Blackwood. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Crysel." A pause as he looked thoughtful. "If you desire, the individual I mention earlier is a sneasel herself. It may be a long shot, but perhaps she knows you? Perhaps I could make the introductions."

As the male Absol known as Tsuki layed down in the trees wallowed in self thought he could faintly hear the sounds of a conversation happening down by the shoreline and being the pokemon he was he decided to listen in and possibly pick up some gossip.

Kuro walked into the small pond area with a relaxed smile and stretched wide, holding onto a beautiful shiny red apple that had a few bite mark-shaped chunks. Her mid-day snack was going down well until she saw something that made it fall to the ground.

Jeremy was sitting by the small lake, smiling at what seemed to be a almost exact clone of Kuro herself! Well in her eyes it sure seemed like it, and she wasn't happy with Jeremy doing such things. Many theories were going on in her mind, was she made to replace her? To be better? Or perhaps a alien parasite that makes robotic android Kuro's!?

Kuro had to stop this. She stormed up to Jeremy and the 'Alien Parasite Robotic Android Clone Kuro.' "Jeremy! What... what the hell have you done? You've cloned me!? Why have you cloned me... I mean... for that!? I know the Blackwoods are known for mating but... you don't have to clone a Kuro!"

Crysel blinked at the sudden appearance of the other Sneasel, having extended her hand to just about take Jeremy's and pull herself up. After a very stunned silence from the in no way possibly right theory from Kuro, Crysel decided to push herself up and shook her head. "Um... I don't think I am a clone at all. My name is Crysel. I have amnesia actually. I don't remember anything past travelling with a Gyrados named Proteus a few days ago. so... yeah."

Jeremy perked his head up at Kuro's voice, gentlemanly pose shirking slightly from the interruption. However, as the female sneasel preceded to do her rant, a look of dejected mortification started to cross the snivy's features. His face was the perfect example of horror induced trauma, and his mouth gawked as his amber eyes befell his partner spouting out the most ridiculous things.

The Grass Snake Pokemon literally did a double face palm, a noticeable blush of color reaching his lower snout and cheeks. Closing his yellow eyelids, Jeremy took a deep breathe before he turned around to face his 'partner', his expression cross and flustered. "First of all Kuro… Where in your deranged, imaginative mind did you come up with THAT as a suitable theory?" Jeremy then gritted his teeth as he literally spat out the next words, voice low and noticeable strain in trying to make the tone calm.

"Second of all… We have had this talk before Kuro. It doesn't WORK like that. It's not about lust or love, it's a political move! Only the officially named Blackwood heir does that anyway, and although I WILL one day achieve the throne, I'm not going to sully my good name bedding the lower classes or ANY class before then!"

Looking frustrated, Jeremy went on, suspiciousness starting to creep into his eyes. "Wait a minute… What exactly do you mean by 'I don't have to clone a Ku-"

Crysel took the time to break the conversation, which Jeremy did not mind in the least.

"See Kuro? Totally different person. I actually thought she was you at first because I didn't know other sneasels lived here."

As Kari continued to listen in on the conversations, he started to her some yelling coming from the shoreline. Kari knew that what was going on was getting very interesting, so Kari decided to move in for a better view.

As he hopped around on the trees he eventually came to a good vantage point and from there he saw a peculiar looking Snivy and tow Sneasels that looked quite alike. As he listened in on to the conversation he noticed a tree branch that looked like a better position to spy from. Kari made the leap to the branch but was shocked when it broke underneath him. Kari fell from the the tall tree all the way down to the ground below creating a loud thump. Kari only remembered muttering "Ow.." before passing out.

Kuro was still slightly confused through the majority of the infuriated and seemingly flustered Snivy's speech that would make any politician beg for mercy. Then again that's how it felt to Kuro as she looked at the strain on Jeremy's face as he tried to hold onto his only shred of calm facade that he had left.

She started to become slightly flustered when he mentioned the last bit of her own speech that came to bite her in the backside. She didn't even mean to say it yet she now had to pay the consequences. But luckily she was saved by the bell in the form of Crysel the Sneasel. She could've hugged her but she passed since she could still be a Kuro clone in disguise.

"Well that may be true. But for one. It probably came from the dark depths of my mind I try not to venture into" She chirped in a unnatural tone for the situation "And for two... that just isn't right at all.. I understand it's a family thing but... Don't you eve-" The Sneasel was cut off by a loud thump a few feet away from the trio, and at the spot it was heard from was  Absol layed down unconscious "Well... we should help that Absol"

D'AWW, YOU TWO MAKE A CUTE COUPLE. NOW ACCORDING TO THE SCRIPT, YOU ARE TO EMBRACE AND KISS EAcH OTHER WITHOUT RESTRAINT. AS YOU KISS, SLOWLY LOWER YOURSELVES TIL YOU ARE OUT OF THE CAMERAS VIEW. THEN YOU/shot Crysel looked over at the Absol who fell down. She carefully approached him and inspected his vitals. "I think he merely passed out from the pain. No serious damage. A good shock to the body should quickly wake him up." Crysel then did something unexpected. With a loud noise of skin hitting skin, she slapped the face of the Absol. "Wake up!"

Jeremy was getting ready to raze Kuro with his questions, but a dull thud immediately drew his attention elsewhere. Amber eyed widening, the male snivy turned around to just see a large flash of white and black crunch behind a line of bushes. Furrowing his scaly brow at the scene, the current conversation forgotten, the male snivy seemed like he wanted to say something but no voice came out.

Finally letting out a slow exhale, Jeremy nodded. "Yes… Yes we probably should."

He followed behind the two female sneasels, arms crossed and expression cross too.

As they came upon the large canid… Cat… Thing, the Grass Snake Pokemon made an idle note on just how large it was compared to them, as well as the long, obsidian black claws it had. For a while, he studied it before looking up at the tree line above them. One of the branches looked mangled and torn, as if it tried to support a great weight and snapped… If the tree itself wasn't dying, it would have supported the absol's weight. Unfortunately for him, it seemed he did not know this particular tree was actually dying, and as a result, the branch was flimsier and brittle. More than likely, the absol was suffering from a concussion.

After checking the vital signs of their spy, the other sneasel Crysel concluded she could slap him awake.

Almost wanting to scoff, Jeremy was about to voice his skepticism of this course of action. "I don't think-" He began.

She didn't listen. Instead, the soft *paps* of a flat, claw-like hand striking face flesh started to make itself clear and Jeremy sighed yet again.

Kari was jolted awake by the striking of something that felt like a hand hitting him really hard on the face, and open his eyes to see that the one who had slapped him in that face was a Sneasel and Kari then realized that it was one of the Pokemon that he was "spying" on. The Sneasel slapped him one more time even thought they could clearly see he was awake, he was pretty sure they knew he was spying on them. Kari got up and saw the two other he had seen earlier before almost collapsing again from dizziness.