The Pecha Project

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A small archen looked at the tall puffy trees coated in the pink dots of young Pecha berries not fit for picking. He had not been to this familiar forest in a long time, the pokemon here were rather weak to one of his typing, and he preferred to go to dungeons that would put up a bigger challenge than this one. This was probably one of the few places he was confident in going into, since he was capable of the bigger feral hot spots.

Acro looked behind him, searching for the temporary partner he was to join in the duo of missions. He thanked Arceus he didn't have to be alone, and thanked the deity once more that it was another pokemon that also had a type advantage against the pokemon in this place. He shuffled his feet and spoke up, "So...Um...are you ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, Can't remember the last time i was here. Not much of a challenge. But I have to work sometime." Sorren said, if he had shoulders he would have shrugged. "Anyway We have to take out a Murkrow. Hope the Murkrow isn't more than the petty thief it says on the poster. Can you go and see if you can't make out anything from the air?"

Sorren had never actually seen the archen fly. but he appeared like he could. He was happy he could spend some time with Acro, He could apologize for his behavior william and him came to get Sorren. Plus it was nice to work with the leader of the head team of the grasveil guild. A lot has happened since Sorren had been gone.

"F-From the air?" The archen asked, slightly bemused, "I c-can't fly...I have an HM Fly, b-but it wont work on me, so i left it back at the guild..." The archen turned his focus back on the path he decided to hint towards the desire to change the subject and spoke, "W-we should be able to take care of ourselves against the murkrow since with the murkrow I can use my Ancient Power, since it's a rock type move, and it wouldn't like that too well...right?" The archen wondered if they should begin their walk, after all they had to search through an entire forest in hopes of finding a Murkrow, the which should be fairly easy to find since they weren't native to the area though. The sun was shining and promising a good day at the very least!

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know." Sorren said. "I, uh... Thanks for letting me come, I know i must be weak in comparison."

Sorren started walking. They had a lot of ground to cover. He kinda felt some sympathy for the Archen, He once thought he would be able to fly when he evolved. That was a long time ago. Sorren shook his head, trying to focus and not get lost in the past.

"I-I'm pretty weak myself...you're probably a lot better than me.." the archen spoke, speaking his thoughts. The archen's footsteps were silent on the soft forest floor, he followed the orange chick pokemon close behind.
"So...how have things been for you?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing. Silence between the two would have been painful, he was a bit of a chatterbox at the heart, his fears usually kept his mouth shut. He was familiar with the torchic, so his fears were not getting as much in the way as they used to.
He decided not to bring up the incident in the frozen forest, thinking that perhaps the torchic would not want to speak about it. He had been useless then, and he himself did not want to speak about it much either.
"Coward"
"Weak"
Great, the voices were still there. Just fan-freaking-tastic. There were only two though, when there used to be three. The voice of George had disappeared after the Archen had met with the former partner, he wondered why for a bit, but his mind wandered back to the mission.

"HA! You? Weak? You are the leader of the top exploration team at the Grasveil Guild. I've heard rumors, in the mess hall. People saying that no one can stand to be your partner because you are so out of their league." Sorren said, He was honestly a bit surprised that the Archen doubted himself that much. "As for myself, I'm trying to get back in the game. Still Don't have too much experience under my belt. Went to the Dojo. Think I might make a regular thing out of it."

Sorren hopped over a rather large root. He had no idea why Acro seemed So down all of a sudden. Maybe it was just his imagination. Then again... no, just his imagination. Sorren avoided eye contact.

"I thought that they didn't want to be partnered with me because of what happened to my previous partners..." The archen's words faded as the memory of the dratini's, Astrid, body flying through the air and into an seemingly unsurvivable river, never to be seen again.
"You killed me!" Astrid's voice screamed silently in his ears.
He had never even considered what the Torchic had said because of his belief of being weak. Ever since he had gotten a joy ribbon, he felt he was a little below decent in strength instead of horridly weak. The archen's ability, Deafeatist, did not help much with his confidence, if he was weak enough to be brought below half of his health he would grow even weaker, in both mind and body.

"Grassveill hasn't changed too much I suppose. There are still a bunch of young pokemon with big dreams or terrible pasts dead set on making their own teams, not many of them have even gone on many jobs, some just quit. I don't know why. I can tell you That no one doesn't want to be your partner because you've had some in the past. I would be your partner, But I'm one of those stubborn brats that wants their own team." Sorren said.

He sighed. He Did want his own team, He wanted to get stronger, But recently he had wanted to find a partner. Acro honestly seemed out of his league, just like the rumors were saying, but sorren couldn't bring himself to say that. There was a bush rustling.

"Welp, looks like It's time to work. FRIEND OR FOE!?" Sorren yelled out to the bush, which replied by having a pokemon burst out of it in a a feral rage. Foe it is then.

This dice is not existing.

A purple shape with a long purple and round tail with a rather cute head and long white teeth erupted from the foliage. The rattata growled and screeched in an unprovoked rage. Acro blinked in surprise, pokemon weren't normally THIS agitated. Nonetheless, the archen darted towards the nearest tree, performing an agile set of maneuvers among the branches. Once his performance finished, he dropped down from the tree, the momentum from the attack smashing into the rattata. The small rat pokemon screeched in pain, but still managed to stand. It glared at the archen as it seemed to inch away, fearing the flightless bird, and seemed to be trying to go for the torchic instead!

Sorren waited for the last second before Using Ember on the small rat. Burned and broken it walked around in a circle before shaking it off. By then sorren was already slashing at it like a top using his Pirouet technique. Then it was down.

"See, no challenge!" Sorren said, disappointed. "Now let's go."

The archen looked back to the rattata, wondering why it had been more feral than usual. It worried him, but he followed anyways. Acro folded his arms in front of him, slightly nervous about the sudden anger of the rattata, and kept walking. he followed the torchic, keeping an eye out for any other attacks from other pokemon that could have been just as feral as the strange rattata.
"That rattata seemed more angry than what the feral pokemon around here are usually like," the archen spoke his worries, hoping the torchic would give a logical explanation or at least share the same concern. He began to wonder if he was just over thinking things, maybe the pokemon were always like this, and he had been gone from the forest for so long that he had forgotten.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, it did seem more angry then usual. What was the outlaw wanted for again?" Sorren asked, furrowing his brow.

Maybe It had something to do with the outlaw, maybe not. But it was worth looking over. Sorren walked over to check the bush that the Rattata had come from. on the other side was a small path probably most used by the forest Rattata.

"Maybe the murkrow is agitating other pokemon as well as the tropius since it was stealing their berries..." the archen suggested, "If its got the gull to steal from something that big, surely something smaller shouldn't matter as much..."
He followed the Torchic partially towards the bush, stopping just outside in case something happened and he was needed for assistance from the outside. For all they knew, an ambush could be waiting inside that bush! Acro blinked as he waited for the orange fire chick pokemon to finish searching inside the bush, becoming a bit relieved as nothing dangerous seemed to happen.
"The murkrow has got to go..." he mumbled.
"You can't do it"
"It's impossible with you here!" the voices whispered in his head.

Sorren checked the ground, there were bits of berry laying about, he sniffed them. "I think that The Rattata Might have been poisoned." He declared, taking his face away from the ground. "Maybe the Murkrow is involved, We should follow this trail."

Sorren thought he was being quite smart. Though it really didn't take a genuose to figure out That the berries the Rattata were poisoned. Sorren felt a sort of thrill of doing detective work. He never had really had to do that before, maybe he would make a good cop? Sorren shook his head, he was getting carried away.

"Poisoned!?" the archen exclaimed, "Maybe I should have brought my Pecha Berry just in case..." he said, looking behind him, back to the way they had came. Acro shook his head, they wouldn't have time to go back and look, they would have to hurry it up and catch the murkrow before he poisons some other unfortunate pokemon. He looked to the torchic with worry, the murkrow seemed to be slightly more daring than normal outlaws, and more intelligent. They might have to avoid any berries they find until they catch the outlaw, for there was a chance that the berries could have been a cleverly planned trap waiting to take them down.
"We should probably avoid eating any berries we find then..."