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Chase stared into the dark, gaping maw of the area known as Magnetic Edifice with a gulp. When he arrived at the guilds, he hadn’t expected to be given a mission immediately, before he’s even allowed to join. Naturally, he accepted; there was no going back now ( there was no way he could go home after running away, mom would kill him ). So he took a moment to gather his strength before entering.

He’s never been in a cave before. Nothing like this at least, so much larger than the piles of rubble and boulders he’d play in as a pup. Large, expansive and exposed, unlike the safety of the small crevices he was used to squeezing into. It was enough to freeze him to the spot for a moment before he remembered what he was here to do. His first mission, as an explorer just like his mother. Even if it was just to get some stupid ribbon, it was a way to prove himself capable to those people. Steeling himself once more, he began to make his way farther inwards, though sticking to the relative safety of the wall.

Almost immediately away from the entrance he was doused in pitch black without any other light source. It takes times for his night vision to adjust to the darkness, leaving him clinging to the walls and watching every step with utmost caution. No, he’s not trembling, what are you talking about? Completely fearless explorer here to conquer the ruins in the name of the team he was soon about to form.

And at a distant screech, Chase definitely did not yelp, jump, and smash his head into a protruding portion of the wall. That is definitely not his tail tucked firmly between his hind legs as he curls up and wedges himself against the wall.

He was definitely not terrified, and holding back a whimper in his throat.

Oh Arceus almighty, this had been a mistake. He could smell other pokemon out here, unfamiliar, strange smells that told him nothing of what they were except that they were undeniably here. In fact, the scent was getting stronger. Ears flattened against the top of his head twitched and perked up reflexively, catching an odd cackling sound, kind of like the ones that Mother’s fur made when she was angry—

Chase let out a strangled bark of surprise, as whatever it was lunged at him, slippery skin sliding past coarse dense fur as he was picked up off the ground, flailing, trapped in the grips of whatever monster it was. Then there was light again, blinding him, sparks flying to illuminate the walls and ground around them. It was then that he saw his attacker, a strange, monstrous creature leering down at him, its razor-sharp teeth in a circular ring.

The electricity coursed through him, and it hurt, oh how it hurt, but it was the hurt of falling and scrapping his legs, the kind he could get up from, with tears in his eyes yes, but he could stand nonetheless. Not the crippling kind of pain as this creature was likely used to inflicting upon its prey, and surprise shone in its eyes as Chase bit down hard on its rubbery skin, thrashing in terror and widening the wound.

Chase had the blood of a manectric in his blood, and though it did not render him immune, it stalled the effects of paralysis enough for him to fight back. Fire leaked from between his fangs, and finally the creature let go and scurried away in the darkness, to lick its wounds and find less unpredictable prey.

Trembling, unable to hold back the terrified whine in his throat, the moment his paws hit the ground Chase booked it in the opposite direction, blindly stumbling over the uneven ground, his vision still filled with the afterimage of bright lightning and a ring of teeth that will haunt his nightmares for months to come.

It wasn’t until he was out of breath, darting down beneath an old fallen piece of ceiling that he finally stopped, unable to run any farther. He was shaking, ashamed of his cowardice, wanting nothing more than to go home, rethinking this entire, foolhardy plan. Maybe he just wasn’t cut out to be an explorer. But as his heart slowed and his tongue stopped lolling, another fact broke through the fear and pointed out something very important to him; he had won that fight against the mysterious beast. It had run away from him in terror ( never mind hat he had done exactly the same ).

So eventually, he crawled out from his little hiding place and resumed his search, sniffing the stale cavern air for something that resembled the scent of the guild hall and the Sylveon who had placed the object. Catching a whiff of something that didn't smell of the electric beast and old pokemon dung and damp rock, he eventually tracked it down to a small crawl space.

Getting down on his belly, he wriggled in, ignoring rock and dirt scraping against his fur until finally his nose bumped against something small and soft. He immediately clamped his jaws around it and wriggled back out with some difficulty.

Yup, definitely a ribbon. With his prize dangling between his teeth, he made his way back towards the entrance, just a little bit jumpy. Fortunately, no further mishaps occurred and the moment he was back under sunlight he immediately runs for it back to the guild.

"…..Understood."

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Abra—Solosis—Shinx—Tynamo

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A breeze lightly pulled on her leaves and Hanae winced. It was a lot colder here than she was expecting. Though, a lot of places were colder than her temperate forest home. But she shouldn’t get sidetracked by the weather. Hanae had a mission to complete, and she was going to do it in record time!…Or at least, that was what she kept telling herself.

She was hovering a few inches above the ground as she made her way into the Edifice. There was a faint charge to the air that Hanae wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t looking for it: She needed to find the place she was going to, and seeing as this place had all the tell-tale signs….Well. That meant that this was probably the place she needed to go to, right?

The Petilil floated through the tunnel-esque entrance into the edifice. She couldn’t help but wonder what exactly built a building this size—Pokemon didn’t need a building this size, did they? She didn’t think so, anyway.

Hanae flitted through the hallways until she made to an intersection. Stairs, stairs—she needed to get to the next floor. Finally, she picked a direction as random before heading down the hallway. Sounds of other Pokemon echoed from somewhere, making the Petilil nervous. Hopefully, she wouldn’t run into any of them…

…which turned out to be a futile hope, because as soon as she made it to the room with the stairs to the next floor, she ran into a Shinx. It didn’t even give her a chance to negotiate, instead automatically charging at her, sparking. Startled, Hanae tumbled back, throwing out a cloud of Sleep Powder. The Shinx barreled through it and slammed into the Petilil, causing Hanae to fall out of the air. In the next instant, the Shinx slowed and collapsed.

Picking herself up and cringing at the pain, Hanae used Absorb to health the damage the Shinx had done. So what if the Shinx was weaker when it woke up? It really hurt her!...oh, it was stirring. She sped back into the air and to the stairs, off to the next floor.

Hanae was certain that she had somehow jinxed herself.
After the first incident with the Shinx, it was followed by two more run-ins over the next couple floors. The first was a Solosis, whose slimy skin made Hanae cringe, and a Tynamo, who decided that Hanae’s leaves looked appetizing.

She shuddered as she remembered knocking the Tynamo off her head by slamming into the wall. Oh, she would love to say ‘never again’, but she was very certain she would run into this situation again sometime in the future.
Hanae slowed to a stop to take a rest. She was on the fourth floor and she hadn’t managed to find that ribbon anywhere on the previous three floors. Were the next floors even more dangerous than the ones she had already passed? Ah, she hoped not. She didn’t think she could handle that all that well. Not by herself, anyway.

At that thought, she wondered what would happen once she finished her mission. Would she get kicked out…? She…didn’t want that. Hanae would even follow orders to a T if it meant that she didn’t have to go home to her father. Not that…she’d find her way home all that easily…

She really should’ve learned the name of the forest she lived in before she left.
And then something fell from above and landed on her. Hanae squawked like a Ducklett as whatever it was rolled off and onto the ground next to her. She turned her head to look at them—

--What.

An Abra mumbled in its sleep as it rolled a bit in place before using Teleport. Or—at least she thought it was Teleport. Hanae didn’t really know a lot about psychic attacks or abilities like the ones Abras sported. She supposed that was only natural, as Abra and other psychic Pokemon didn’t live in her forest…

Hanae groaned and got back up, a bruise already forming on the back of her head. Ugh, she should’ve retaliated with an Absorb before it left. Either way, she guessed her break was over now. Up she gets, turning away from her resting spot and back to the paths.

The Petilil began her new trek down the path, cautious again. That Abra had reminded her to be careful out here, where she was far from any immediate help and that she had a mission to fulfill. Now, where is that bow…?

She searched and searched until, finally, near yet another Abra (though this one was most definitely asleep), Hanae spotted the bow stuck between what seemed to be a rock and the wall. She pressed up as close as she could before she managed to snag the bow and pull back. Tumbling back and into the Abra—which promptly Teleported away—Hanae stifled a cheer.

The ribbon had been found. Now all she had to do was get out.
Which she did, after getting chased around for a bit by a Shinx—a Shinx she was very sure was the same one she Sleep Powder`d when she’d first gotten there. Ah, well, she eventually made it back to the guild. Bruised, a little beaten, and exhausted, but alive.

Q grinned as they reached their destination: a massive, abandoned power plant. At last, Team Oddball’s first real mission! …Well, other than the ribbon thing, but he wasn’t counting that since it was his initiation mission. “Hey lookie, Guile, we’re here!”

Guile nodded mock sagely, staring lazily at the massive, run-down power plant in front of them. “Why, so we are. I would’ve never figured that out myself,” he quipped with his usual sarcasm. Why were they here again? More importantly, why was he here? Oh, right, that Blissey needed her egg back, and his conscience was telling him to help. Why did an infamous former thief have a conscience in the first place again? “Now are we going in or not?”

“…Good point!” Q grinned wider, snapping his goggles in place over his eyes and striking his usual pose. “Team Oddball – Missiooon START!”

Guile turned to stare at his clearly insane partner. “…Why are you doing that?” He was pretty sure that a rescue mission did not require a starting pose.

Q blinked, turning to his secretive companion. “Whatcha talkin’ bout? Are you seeing things? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy.” Oblivious to his partner’s eye twitching, he turned to examine the power plant. “Hmm… well, the door appears to be shut tight, and the button that probably opens it is broken…” Indeed, where there should’ve been a button that opened the door, there was instead a rusted mess of exposed wires and metal. He turned to his partner. “Hey Guile, got any ideas on how to get in? ‘Cause I got nothing short of cutting a hole in the door.”

Guile considered it a moment, the normally caustic Sableye examining the building with the calculating eyes of an experienced thief. After a moment, he smirked, finding what he was looking for: a window. “Relax, goggles; I’ll get you in.” He used his claws to climb the wall of the power plan as Q looked on. Once at his target, he carefully cut a circle in the glass large enough for him to slip through before heading in.

Once in, Guile landed lightly on his feet, examining his surroundings. From the look of things, he was in some sort of control room. He hastily ducked behind a nearby computer, watching as a Blitzle wandered by in a route suspiciously akin to a patrol. Well, looks like the power plant wasn’t so abandoned after all; he had to wonder, though – why were they here…? Shaking his head to clear it and focusing, Guile slipped past the patrolling Electric-type, mentally mapping his path and keeping an eye out for the egg. At the same time, however, he had to dodge several more patrols, including a Magnemite, a Pikachu, and a Luxio, and with every patrol he dodged, his unease grew greater.

Eventually, Guile got to the door without any major problems; fortunately, the door-opening button on this side was intact, so he pressed it, opening the door for Q… who was playing the tuba?

Q paused in playing his tuba at Guile’s incredulous stare. “What? Do I got something on my face?” he asked curiously. Then he followed the Sableye’s gaze and realized that his partner was staring at the tuba. “Oh, the tuba? I got bored.”

Guile’s stare became even more incredulous. “Where did you even GET a tuba?” he whispered harshly to his companion. When the Elgyem opened his mouth, the Sableye held up a hand in the universal gesture for “stop”. “You know what? Never mind, I don’t want to know. Just come on.” He grabbed his comrade’s arm and pulled him in, making sure he left the tuba behind.

Once they were safely inside, Q turned to the indigo Sableye. “So why are we whispering?” Seriously, he wasn’t used to whispering – he was more of a “loud and proud” kind of guy. Guile seemed fine with it, but Q just wasn’t built for stealth, mentally speaking.

Guile didn’t take his eyes off their surroundings as he answered. “Because there’s other Pokémon here, and judging from the patrol routes, they’re all part of the same group. I’ve seen organization like this before – they’re guarding something, and if they saw us they'd probably bring the entire power plant's population down on us.”

Q blinked. Well, that certainly explained the need for stealth. “…Okay, what do you think they’re guarding?”

Guile shrugged. “Dunno; the building itself, maybe? That’s not our job, anyway.” He paused, yanking his partner down to hide as another Magnemite came by. “Our job is to get the egg and return it to its owner – nothing more, nothing less.”

Q frowned slightly, looking rather concerned. “But for all we know, it could be the start of a homemade subplot story arc involving some criminal syndicate that captures other Pokémon and uses them for some nefariously nefarious purpose! Of course, knowing the narrator, he probably hasn’t worked out all the minor details yet but is no doubt working on them as we speak…”

Guile stared at Q, then obviously decided not to think about it too hard, instead yanking Q along to keep them moving. “Look, can you use some sort of psychic power to try and look for the egg? I mean, even an egg’s going to have some form of psychic signature!” Well, unless it was a Dark-type egg, but this was a Blissey’s egg they were talking about – the life-form inside was probably another Blissey.

“No idea, I failed Force-sensing class,” Q admitted cheerfully as they resumed sneaking along, causing Guile to smack himself in the forehead. “I suggest looking for hidden rooms. There’s always stuff in hidden rooms.”

Guile snorted. “What, you think we’re just going to fall through the floor into some guard-free room we couldn’t have gotten into otherwise?” When he didn’t receive an answer, he looked back to find a fair-sized hole in the floor. “Q? You all right?”

Down the hole, Q picked himself up off of the Elgyem-head-shaped indent in the floor, shaking his head to clear it. “Yeah, I’m fine - I landed on my head! I seem to have fallen through the floor into a new room; there’s no guards here, and it seems to be locked from the inside, so I don’t think we could’ve gotten into it if I hadn’t fallen through the floor just now,” he called up cheerfully. The albino then frowned slightly in concern as he heard the loud smack of flesh against flesh. “Hey Guile, you okay? I heard a weird noise!”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Stay where you are, I’m coming down.” Weird, the Sableye sounded exasperated for some reason…

Shrugging, Q surveyed the area around him, brightening when he spotted a window – maybe he’d be able to see where they were and figure out a way around all those pesky patrols! He floated over, looking through.

On the other side of the window was a rather large room; a generator took up most of the room’s space. Said generator was hooked up to a Zebstrika via some complicated-looking machinery and the Zebstrika in question was currently laughing maniacally… yeah, that probably wasn’t a good thing.

Q looked over at Guile as his partner came down. “Question: what’s that Zebstrika doing down there?” He blinked as the Sableye went rigid; really, if he didn’t want to answer the question, he just had to say so.

After a moment, Guile spoke quietly, almost as if afraid. “Does the Zebstrika have a scar over his left eye and a chipped hoof?” Q peeked out the window again to check, then turned back and nodded, resulting in a rather impressive string of curses flowing from Guile’s lips.

Q blinked in bemusement. Yeesh, the guy was using a LOT of swear words – he was lucky Q’s mom wasn’t around, or she’d wash out his mouth with soap. Still, amidst the many, many swear words, he managed to hear a name: “Stryker”. He waited until his partner calmed down, and then spoke up. “Sooo you know the guy, then?”

Guile grunted in confirmation. “You could say that; I’m the one who gave him that scar. He’s the boss of a gang of Electric-types, and is obsessed with finding some way to supercharge himself so he can rule over everyone else.” That certainly explained the patrolling Pokémon he met before. Question is, how did Stryker get all the way out here? He knew he stranded the Zebstrika on an island a while back.

Q looked back through the window, pulling out a picture of the egg. Yes, he knew Guile thought he was crazy for wanting a picture of the thing, but it served him well in this case. “Then you should probably know that he seems to be hooked up to the power plant’s generator and glowing and sparking right now. Oh, and the egg’s in a pile of loot nearby him.”

Guile’s eye began twitching slightly. “Yeah, that’s kind of important to know.” Of course they were going to have to fight the guy to get what they came for, because Stryker didn’t give up loot out of principle, and of course he was going to be supercharged off the power plant’s electricity. Why oh why did he agree to this mission again? “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to leave and take a random egg back to Blissey instead?” Guile got his answer when the Elgyem turned to stare at him in bewilderment, as if the very suggestion was unthinkable; understandable, since his own conscience was similarly screaming at him not to take the easy way out. The Sableye sighed, closing his eyes in thought. “All right, then listen carefully: Stryker’s fast and cunning, but he can be pretty stupid sometimes, especially when angry. As such, I’m going to go in first and mess with his head, then you come in and back me up; once we’ve managed to distract him long enough, we take the egg and make a run for it… and you left as soon as I said ‘all right’, didn’t you?" he finished dryly, opening his eyes. Yep, Q had already left.

Down in the massive generator room, Q proceeded to make his way over to the loot pile, picking up the egg they’d come for with a shout of “Mission Success!”

“Now whadda we got here?”

Q froze, then blinked, slowly turning; yep, Stryker was behind him. “Er… just your friendly neighborhood albino Elgyem from a Rescue Team, taking an egg that seems to have accidentally rolled into your loot pile?”

The sparking Zebstrika considered the offered explanation, examining the Elgyem and the egg critically. “All right. I can buy that.” Q sagged in relief, moving to leave, only for Stryker to put a hoof in his path. “Only problem is, I can’t let you do that. See, if you got in here, that means you snuck past every last one of the guards and somehow got into a sealed and locked room. That means you might show someone else how to get in. Not only that, but no matter where that egg came from or how it got here, it was in my loot pile, which technically makes it mine. Letting a no-name punk like you take me sets a bad precedent.” The Zebstrika gave a nasty grin. “But I’m a reasonable Pokémon. Ya got two options: leave here without the egg, taking a vow of silence that ya won’t tell anyone about what you’ve seen and done here… or you don’t get to leave at all.”
Q considered the question, playing with his goggles with one hand as he thought about it. “…Well, this is a bit of a tough decision… I need to think it over. You know, talk it over with Guile, et cetera. In the meantime, where’s the bathroom?”

Stryker seemed to accept that, pointing to a nearby exit. “It’s thataway, left side.” The albino nodded in thanks, hurrying in that direction, and the Zebstrika laid down, satisfied that the little guy would make his decision as soon as he returned from the bathroom and talked… with… Guile…

Elsewhere, Q used the bathroom real quick, then came back out with the egg to find Guile waiting. “Heya Guile, my genre senses are telling me that this would be the part where we run.”

”GUILE, YOU BACKSTABBING LIL’ THIEF, WHERE ARE YOU?!? GET OVER HERE SO I CAN RIP YOU AND YER LIL’ FRIEND LIMB FROM LIMB!!!”

Q blinked. “Wait, thief?”

Guile cringed slightly – of course that would be the part of the rant the eccentric Elgyem focused on. Well, he supposed he might as well give a basic rundown now – they had a little time before Stryker stopped shouting threats and started actually trying to find them. “…Before I was a rescuer, I was a thief. Stole a lot of things, earned a name for myself… may or may not have sold a few priceless artifacts and/or national treasures to interested buyers. When I was finally caught, instead of getting sent to prison, they decided to put my skills to good use.”

Q seemed to consider this a moment. “…Ah. That makes sense. You did seem a little more used to sneaking than any legal profession would’ve required of you. Now c’mon, let’s go! I like my limbs where they are, I don’t want them torn apart!” With that, he rushed off, egg in his arms.

Guile blinked, staring after him in blank incomprehension. Q was taking it in stride just like that? He had no objections whatsoever to working with a thief? Really, he knew that Q wore his heart on his sleeve, and he also knew that there were far worse crimes than mere thievery, but all the same, he didn’t expect the revelation of his past occupation to be accepted so easily.

”GUUUIIILLLE!!!”

Ah, right, running. He bolted after his partner, and soon enough, they were running through the depths of the power plant, desperately hoping to find the exit. Of course, the enraged, supercharged Zebstrika tearing through the walls themselves to find them (and screaming some rather gruesome and disturbing death threats the whole time) brought some extra motivation. Even the other Pokémon in the building were running, clearly not wanting to be caught in their boss’s rampage.

As luck would have it, they eventually ran smack into Stryker… or to be specific, Q ran into him, then yelped and hid behind Guile, who stood his ground.

Stryker snarled, still sparking. “Guile.”

Guile, being Guile, gave no indication of how wary he was at the moment, instead giving the Electric-type a mocking smile. “That’s my name, Stryker, don’t wear it out.”

Stryker just snarled, letting loose a powerful Thunderbolt that Team Oddball barely dodged. Thinking fast, Q let loose a Confusion attack, holding the powerful Zebstrika in place for a mere second before it broke free; however, that second was all Guile needed, a powerful Night Shade attack slamming into the brutish, four-legged speedster. Stryker snarled once more as he righted himself, only to be blasted back yet again, his world temporarily filled with the darkness of Guile’s Night Daze. By the time he shook it off, the Zebstrika’s quarry had already bolted, and he roared his rage out to the sky, cursing rather creatively and making even more disturbing threats than before.

Just outside the power plant, Q whistled as he heard the threats Stryker was screaming to the skies. “Wow, that’s gruesome… and that one’s equally gruesome… and that one’s even more gruesome than the last two combined… sweet Arceus, is that one even physically possible?” He looked over at Guile curiously, looking faintly disturbed.

Guile rolled his eyes. “Honestly? No idea, but how about we not stick around to find out,” he suggested dryly, walking off; soon enough, Q had hurried over to join him. After a few moments of walking in companionable silence, the Sableye sent his friend an unreadable look. “…Did you mean what you said back there? About not caring about me being a thief? I was a criminal. I broke the law, not for a living, but because I wanted to. That doesn’t bother you?”

Q considered the question a moment. “See, the keyword there is ‘was’. You were a thief, yeah, but you got caught, you paid your dues to societimity, and now you’re a member of Team Oddball; besides, you seem like a nice guy. Also, now that you’re part of the team we can use your shady underworld contacts for the forces of good!” He nodded sagely, as if that closed the matter – and to him, it no doubt did. He then grinned, holding up the egg triumphantly; miraculously, it had remained intact throughout the running for dear life they’d been doing. “Team Oddball, Mission… SUCCESS! Now c’mon, the client’s waiting for her egg back! Race ya!”

As Q zipped off, Guile let out a startled laugh, shaking his head at his partner’s antics and murmuring, “I guess he’s not so bad.” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to open up just a little… it wasn’t like he had to instantly befriend the guy, right? He then hurried to join the Elgyem in returning the egg to its rightful owner – he wasn’t going to lose a race to Q of all Pokémon!

Q cheered happily, pleased he'd earned his Guild leader's praise as he and Guile went back to their room, carrying the Electric Egg. "Yay, we've got our own Egg! I will love him and feed him and call him George! ...Well, assuming he wants to be called George, obviously."
Guile rolled his eyes in tolerant amusement, letting his partner chatter on as he headed to their rooms.

(Too many commas, gotcha. I'll try to avoid that in the future.)

When Theodore and Donovan returned, it would be Veilmys rather than Ver or Ivy waiting to meet them. The Sylveon was on call for the Mercenaries at the moment since both of the sector's leaders were out on a particularly important assignment, and naturally it fell to the Guildmaster to pick up the more mundane duties in their absence. Greeted by the sight of a once-again-bloody Scyther, Veilmys stifled a sigh; he'd hardly expected anything less, but it didn't make the sight any easier on the eyes. Still, the Guildmaster smiled and offered a greeting. "Welcome back! I've received word from your client that your mission was a success--congratulations~!" Earl had (unsurprisingly) opted not to return to the Guild with Team Cut, but apparently he'd somehow managed to get a missive back with surprising speed: the Guild's mission system was incredibly efficient, of that there could be no doubt.

"I have here the rewards for your efforts," Veilmys said, lifting up a bag that rested next to him with a careful ribbon. "It seems you handled things most effectively." The Sylveon handed the parcel over to Theodore, who had (surprisingly unbloodied) hands with which to take it, and smiled. "Do be sure you see to it that the Egg is dealt with properly," he said to the Swadloon, before glancing up at Donovan with a particularly cheerful grin. "Remember what I said about not eating fellow Guild members? Eggs count too you know~" A tittering laugh followed, though there was something eerie about the way he smiled at them both through half-closed eyes. Clearly Veilmys could be keeping tabs on the situation, to ensure that eating the infant would not be an option for the carnivorous Scyther. "Ooh~! And speaking of which, you two have some guests! It seems they were inspired by your...heroics." Beckoning with his ribbon, the Sylveon prompted a Magnemite and Inkay to come forward. Both of them had witnessed Team Cut's exploits alongside many other Pokemon of the edifice, and they were the only two brave enough to seek the pair out at the Guild to ask if they might join the rather unorthodox Team--apparently they were made of some pretty strong stuff, despite their weak appearances. "Well, I'll leave you to it!" Veilmys said brightly, "Remember, you can only take one." Considering the nature of the pair of potential recruits, there was no need for him to stay and ensure they weren't eaten: one of them lacked flesh, and the other could quell any mercurial instincts of another Pokemon with a flash of its lights--there wouldn't be any problem here. With that, the Sylveon strode off briskly down the hallway, preparing himself to deal with the next item on his ever-lengthening to-do list.

Rewards:
-1 MP
-Normal Type Egg
-???=Dizzy Punch TM
-Magnemite or Inkay Recruit

Mercenary Bonus:
-Donovan managed to single-handedly exterminate the gang of "kings" in a fight that (to most Pokemon) would have been utterly overwhelming. In recognition of his risky feat, the Guild has doubled the amount of MP earned by the Team on this mission! (+1 Additional MP)

((Here's what I can tell you: the thing that made it very noticeable was the lack of development in this piece. You focused quite a lot on the environment, which I understand since your piece had a very basic plot and your characters were somewhat limiting regarding the complexity they would tolerate, but you did so to the extent that you ended up repeating observations about the setting and it grew a bit monotonous. That, combined with the fact that combat can only drive so much of a story, made this piece pretty lukewarm compared to your usual work. Next time delve a bit further into Theodore's character perhaps--the truth of the matter is that static characters make for a mediocre story at best, and in this story all of your characters were static, so it hurt the quality quite a lot. Still, you made an admirable effort for working within such static perimeters.))