Welcome to Gaia! ::

The Stun Spore was blown away pretty easily thanks to the efforts of Swanna and Noibat, but it served its purpose well enough as Greesix was able to flee into the cave, even though now his Breloom was knocked out. "Greesix is one of six brothers, sextuplets that is. They used to be Cipher lackeys but were booted by Ein. Freth encountered Resix in the Under and now we find Greesix. Something isn't right." Sub answered Isaac as he ran off into the Relic Cave.

"Man...I'm out of shape..." Greesix panted as he could be see at the cave's exit, slouched over trying to catch his breath. "Okay...you caught me...but I wasn't doing anything wrong, I swear." He told the Snagems, as he knew they were behind him, didn't even have to look behind him. "What do you want?" He asked, still not turning around.

"We were only here to check on the Relic Stone after we got wind of information that someone wishes to mess with it. Then we saw you and well, what did you think our reaction would be?" Sub answered him.

"I swear, I haven't done anything. I've retired from the life of crime since Ein kicked us out years ago. I've been living here in Agate peacefully. I got guard duty this week and that's it." Greesix swore.

"Really...will someone be a dear and make Greesix more comfortable? That is, more comfortable for us while we examine the Relic Stone in peace." Sub said as he walked past Greesix, exiting the short cave and coming out into the forest clearing on the other side where the Relic Stone stood. If the others didn't get what Sub might by 'comfortable' comment that meant to restrain him.

A quick pair of vines would wrap around Greesix as a hybrid stepped alongside Sub to the Relic Stone. Nodding to her Bulbasaur, Leslie would watch the Grass type hop up onto her back before using her vines to cinch herself in place on the hybrid's back. "So. The dime a dozen lackey squad is back. Until the old people in Agate clear you, stay tied up." Leslie barked at Greesix as she passed, eventually staring at the Relic Stone and attempting to determine exactly how okay it was.

Kaya wasn't sticking with the rest of the Snagems searching for House 8. It would be faster to spread out to find the place and then gather everyone together once they found it, he figured. So instead, he had Saturn at his side, the little Flabébé floating along on it's maypop at his side and helping him search for the location. What was the point in questioning random locals and raising suspicion when he could be by himself and simply look like someone who was a little lost? He'd be less suspicious than an entire group of people looking for the same place in such a small town, after all.

Sub and the others would arrive at the Relic Forest easy enough, finding themselves standing in a circular clearing on top of ancient stones with the most important stone being at the center, the Relic Stone.

"Everything looks okay..." Sub commented as he began to walk around the Relic Stone, examining it. He could feel the chi radiating from the stone its self, it was quit pleasant.

"Greesix." Sub spoke up to the Hexagon Brother. "Tell me, have any suspicious individuals, other than us, been by here lately?" He asked.

"Just United Orre Mining. They've been pestering the elder to run tests on the Relic Stone. Something about wanting to figure out what makes it so unique." Greesix answered from his tied up position. "By the way, very nice Vine Whip." He complimented the Bulbasaur. Greesix had a thing for Grass types.

"So the rumors are true then." The man responded as he turned away from Greesix and faced the stone. "Crystal, come take whatever notes you were wanting to. We're going to go back in town soon and confirm Greesix's story with the locals. Don't want to loiter in this sacred place for long."

There may have been a possibility that the trip would either be cut short or take longer than anyone expected. The one overhearing everyone and everything could tell the voices and footsteps were closer than ever before, but with it came much needed clarity. They were familiar faces, familiar voices. Surely, the best thing to hear at a time like this. What wasn't known was just how close the worst thing to hear was too.

As the person watched, contemplating whether to come out in the open or just keep some distance, they'd fall over from barely avoiding something coming forth. All that they'd see was something trying to do its best impression of a dreidel, stop to get to its feet, and glare. Already, it looked quite hostile, giving the air a sudden tension and leaving things feeling not quite right. "No, not again..." The voice would be too faint for anyone to hear well, but the cry from the assailant was another story.

Another sudden attack came, prompting another jump out of the way before starting a sprint out of the woods. Whether the others were familiar or not was irrelevant. They'd still be the safer choice. "Whatever you are, get out of here!" They'd yell towards the assailant, this time being much more easily heard, and likely to be familiar to some of the others too.

They'd eventually see a blond-haired woman run out of the woods, which might not have been so bad if she had heard of this thing called clothing. Then again, with a Hitmontop chasing her and a whole lot of vile chi from those who could sense it, maybe survival was a tiny bit more important.

Ryan had listened in on everything and yawned. Well, this was boring. and easy. way too easy. He was about to reach out with his senses, to see if anyone else was lurking about, when the cute blonde lady with no clothes came stumbling out of the forest. That...was a different twist. But then the spinning menace that came out after her brought everything back to earth and to a Snagem sense of normal. Dewdrop had followed his trainer in and was ready to go, but Ryan calls out Ursula as well, taking hold of his Remoraid.

"Dewdrop, give us a boost with Tailwind! Ursula, Psybeam!" Ryan commands. Dewdrop gets the wind blowing strongly behind the Snagems to give them a speed advantage and slow down the movements of that Hitomontop if possible.

With the help of Ryan, Ursula takes aim and fires off the Psybeam. If she was lucky, it would be a nice chunk of damage it would be throwing at that fighter. (roll for Hustle accuracy. 1-8, it's a hit, 9-10 misses)

Leslie would turn towards the neatly tied up Greesix, sputtering for a moment before stumbling out a tentative, "....Thank you. Sorry I have to tie you up, but its just for safety. I made sure they weren't too tight." Looking away with mild embarrassment from the Polite man, Leslie found herself watching as someone sprinted out of the woods with a Hitmontop in pursuit. And it was a Shadow Pokemon too. Great. Backing up beside Greesix and staring down the Hitmontop, Leslie quietly returned Willow to her Pokeball. She was going to keep the guy safe from this Hitmontop. Couldn't risk a reliable source of information or a decent, defenseless person against it. Leslie couldn't decide which of those Greesix was at the moment though.