"Whew... it's been a while, hasn't it?" Serena told herself, busying about in her guild room. The Servine had invited everyone to meet in front of the Guild, even Stark. Yes, the poor Sneasel was an outlaw, but Serena had specifically made it so it was safe to have her there. The day before, she had contacted all of her friends in the group from the far away town, fortunately the ones that had made it to Grassveil were able to meet today. With a hurried sigh, she rushed out the door, locking it, and went to the entrance of the Guild.
Meanwhile, a certain Zorua was rushing around her house, attempting to look presentable. Ramira really didn't want to look all raggedy and gross, she hadn't seen a majority of all her friends for quite a while. With one final check, the dark type went out into the town, hoping not to get intercepted. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Without realizing at first, someone was following her. Feeling like she was being watched, Ramira sped up. After a few minutes, she was knocked unconscious by some mysterious source, and the follower, who was an Archeops, made off with her in the other direction.
In another household, Blaze was readying herself to go over to the Guild. Of course, she wasn't going over to register, she was just heading over so she could meet Serena and the others. With a grin, the younger Fennekin leaped out the door, excited. The fox Pokemon bounced across the town, her goal being her Servine companion. Boy, was Serena going to be surprised to see how much she'd changed!!
Already on her way, Stark set off towards the Guild warily, knowing the police would still be on their guard, just in case she did anything suspicious with anything or anyone. At the moment, the Sneasel was stalking among the rooftops, unseen (for the most part). She thought it would be the smartest route, because almost nobody could see her, and she'd be able to reach the Guild quicker than if she were weaving between many townspeople. The Guild was starting to come within her line of sight, and the ice type threw herself over to the next roof.
Yokina nervously made her way through the town, on the side of the road. The Sylveon had always been quite the nervous wreck, and was always shy around others. With a sigh, she continued on in silence. She hadn't really wanted to have to navigate all the way across Grassveil, but what had to be done must be done. The rest of the way to the Guild, Yokina looked at the ground, not paying any attention to anyone else at all.
(I'll type the rest later, I have two more characters to put in. Don't reply until the post is finished, please.)