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The instant that the foreign looking cat Pokemon snapped Erinn bolted, hiding quivering behind Era. His claws were over his eyes and he was hoping that the old standby worked for him, aka 'If I can't see you then you can't see me.' Era looked back at him with a sigh and shook her head. He majorly needed some confidence boosters.

Ethfael meanwhile was preoccupied with the new Pokemon, his thoughts in overdrive. There was a fifth generation of Pokemon that Arceus had created, which had been on some islands on the border of their land since the beginning of time, and had managed to avoid detection all this time; it was remarkable. Ethfael wanted to talk to them, wnated to find out about them; surely there were at least 100 new species, most likely more, which all would be unique in their own ways with tradition and culture and heritage. The Dragonair was thoroughly intrigued by the very idea, but he kept silent, listening to the rest of Solaris's speech and growing quite solemn as he did so. "A Wailord with the Water Amulet, hmm?" he said quietly, "What say you Era?" He rested his tail on her shoulder for a moment to catch her attention, his expression serene.

Era felt a blush threaten to tinge her cheeks and she quickly fought it off, stepping back slightly so that she escaped his touch. "We should be able to handle it," she said once she recovered her voice, in her normal energetic and persuasive manner, "Last time was a fluke, it never happed before now did it. Let's fight the Wailord, redeem ourselves in the eyes of the rest of the Guilds by getting the pendant, and help the new Guild!" Ethfael smiled and even Erinn peeked out from where he was cowering. Era smiled at their encouraging responses and then turned back to Solaris and the others with her Team, prepared to embark on their next great Guild adventure.

"...I'll see who I can gather. Don't make a move until reinforcements arrive." Tolin took a quick glance at Diane and Zachary before disappearing. Another set of pokemon, huh? This could be important. It was a new guild to add to the building forces, and it held the possibility of powerful fighters and beings that had yet to be heard of. "Your guild will be fine."

By the time he had left, Desmond had already received the mental signal and begun to act. He, himself, was off to the Eclipse residence. Solaris wasn't exactly a master of negotiations. Hopefully, many of their more powerful allies would be available. Raith, Ivan, Suicune, Amaterasu... And any of the guild leaders available. Rev if he was around, not that he would be likely to help much. Wailords didn't seem like his territory.



Desmond popped into place and hit the ground with a loud bang, causing the floor to rumble. "I've contacted as many as I could track down. If they're coming, they'll be here soon." His psychic could travel over vast distances and do wondrous things, but there was only so much it could do. He was only loosely familiar with many of the "allies", so it had been difficult to track down the ones he had, and who knew how many of them would come. Most people weren't used to the link, so not everyone had responded.



Minerva, Lia and Thanatos came into the hall as quickly as they could. The news of an attack both by and against an Elite was disturbing, but information on the existence of a new guild was of pressing importance. Pluto had, at first, tried to make the Vaporeon stay, but he had little say in the matter. He had, however, insisted that Thanatos come guard her, and that Lia stay near her in case a teleport was needed to escape potential conflict. She may have her duties, but her life was crucial.

Minerva suppressed any look of surprise at the two pokemon. She had been expecting their oddities, having been informed of the rough situation by Tolin. "Greetings, Diane. My name is Minerva, and I'm the presently acting leader of the Guild of the Sun. We're more than willing to pledge our aid, and though I understand the urgency I would like to know more of the problem." That was one thing that hadn't been adequately explained to her. "Is the Wailord attacking the islands directly, or is he just creating a storm from a distance? Are the attacks constant, or are their spells of calm?" It was important. It might be easier just to move the whole guild off the island if he was creating the storm from afar.

~Lynne

A young quadruped Pokemon blinked a few times as a lavishing, bright light filled his living quarters as he lied there, sprawled on a luxurious bed which was decorated with churlish patterns and colors. In fact the whole room itself was rather high-end for someone his age; none of the toys spread around though, no matter the price they surely cost to begin with, were exactly in the best condition. All was treated the same, if it couldn't bring him utmost joy it was trash.
Immediately upon arrival of the foreigners the deer-looking Pokemon began to hack and sneeze with unending vigor.
"Yeah Gen! Why'd you have to bring the filth in here?!!"
Between wheezing gasps he cried out, not intentionally referring to his hired help as such but when the sanctity of his room was violated usually this is what happens to his defenseless body. After each sneeze a cloud of randomly changing bright colored smoke, consisting of a pollen-like matter, filled the air around him, heralding a change in the color of his coat as he swapped violently in between seasons.
"The air... The sweet air has been polluted..."
He whimpered out, acting a bit over dramatic now as he stood up on his bed and stumbled around a moment before falling off the side onto the floor, remaining in that position and continuing to speak with the occasional change in form breaking apart his words.
"Refreshments are out the door and to your right, giant rampaging Wailord to the left and directly on the coastline. Our best warriors have been at him all day. Can't say much for their effectiveness though. Thank you very much all for coming and best of luck to you. From what I've seen I bet his weak spot is in his right eye, it's all blue and funny. Hit him with your electric and grass stuffs... NOW GET OUT crying ."
With a caustic briefing the guildmaster, Lynne dismissed his troops and miserably attempted to return to his feet.

"I never said anything about not helping, but we have been attacked recently by many powerful foes. You should be able to understand our situation." Melissa huffed a little indignantly. They should have expected at least some resistance if they were going to show up, declare the existence of a hundred or more species of previous-unknown Pokemon, and demand help. Not that anyone else seemed to be showing any caution at all despite the fact everyone has probably figured out by now that someone wants the guilds dead.

And the cat-thing's reply irked Melissa more than a bit, who had expected someone at least slightly more diplomatic. Arceus, whoever put her in charge was an idiot. She did pay attention enough to frown at her explanation though. If what she said was true...

Well, no time for more arguing or explanations, because someone decided to POOF them all away, like always. Being in this guild is a great way to learn how to deal with the unpleasantness of teleportation.



Whheee~ Off to a foreign buffet for Zora!

~Lynne

"Yeah, Zachy! Come help clean the spazzfest's room, manslave! Hey...Wait... DIANE I HATE CHUU!"
The Deerling's demeanor obviously changed other than minuscule amount of blush across his muzzle from just being conned into making crude comments about himself. Granted it never really took much to trick the young Pokemon into doing anything.
"Uggh, it still wreaks in here of those intruders..."
He muttered to himself angrily, surprisingly having maintained his winter forme for this long on a side note.
"I'll be outside Zachy, once you have this place decontaminated call me in. I can't stand the smell. I swear that ugly pink feline that seemed to be their leader hadn't bathed in weeks."
With that said Lynne gladly joined the fray simply by walking outside onto his private balcony. Yes, while a capacious amount of his own guild members along with requested recruits were fighting in tight quarters up upon the crowded roof, he had his own safe area a good 10 feet below with far better stability and room to aim.
"DEATH FROM ABOVE!"
He cried out with giggles galore as an impressively large Leech Seed attack shot from the flower that adorned the side of his head. A good portion of the the front of Wailord's body was soon infested by ever-growing, thorny vines that crawled and latched on to its target without mercy. For his stature and sickly nature this young'n still packed quite a bit of fighting spirit in him; and to top things off his condition was bettering as he could feel the energy from his previous attack flowing back into him while draining power from the opponent.

(-1 every turn Leech Seed decides to stay in play.)