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~Finian

Finian blinked in confusion as a sudden spray similar to rainfall came over him. The wetness didn't last long nor was the source pertinent, but it struck an idea deep within the Absol. With a moment of concentration a light drizzle began overhead soon enough breaking out into a full fledged torrential rain that wouldn't necessarily last all that long but had purpose for the time it was there for.
"Aloyisius,"
He attempted to get the attention of the Hoothoot which was now the center of attention and possibly of use to the guild if it weren't for the indirect means questions had to be asked. Hopefully though, with what he had just concocted, his question wouldn't be as straight forward as asking "where is Meda?"
"My Rain Dance encompasses roughly a ten mile radius, at the rate which she was moving when you saw her, would you say that the Pokemon we are seeking is being rained on at the moment?"
His inquiry would hopefully cover multiple bases such as if the Hoothoot seen their target in question in the first place, how far away she is roughly, or if she is somewhere that could be affected by rain by that matter.

Veritas wasn't exactly impressed with the guild. They were the ones who intruded upon the Volbeat, and then proceeded to attack them as a large group. Great going guys. The Jolteon was more more than just a little upset, having at one point dedicating her life to helping Pokemon in the wild. She moved back to Morana and Zora's side, both of which had done nothing during the battle. Zora disliked eating bugs, and honestly the battle was over before Morana could really do anything. It was the entire Guild versus three volbeats, what did anyone expect?

They listened to the conversation as Veritas tried her best not to sulk or start scolding people. Now wasn't the time.

"Did she -the Umbreon- um, well, what kinds of Pokemon has she encountered? Did she injured or...um..." Morana piped up, looking down each path nervously.

"Kill any?" Zora finished Anna's question quietly. The young girl's voice contrasted starkly against the dangerous aura she gave off.

Veritas perked her ears in anticipation of the answer. It would definitely help them to know what kinds of paths to look for. If Meda killed everything in her way, well, they really wouldn't be able to hear much. If she didn't run into any Pokemon, well, they wouldn't hear much either. Elsewise if she just ran through without engaging or simply injuring those in her way, there would be the sounds of Pokemon marking her path.



Melissa piped in a question right after Morana's, continuing with the same line of questioning.

"And if she has, where would we be able to meet these Pokemon?" She might be able to get the direction from this indirect question, but more importantly, they might be able to find a Pokemon more willing to tell them. If someone was attacked by Meda and the Guild comes claiming that they are tracking her down, said Pokemon would probably be happy to point them in the right direction. No stupid vows and this roundabout game of 20-questions.

~Blight

Blight was left dumbfounded and oblivious to his surroundings as the enemy before him was finished off, more specifically with the impressive aid from that strange a** looking Pokemon with the eyes from earlier. It was alarming to see such sudden ferocity from the being replaced just as quickly with a blank gaze as if nothing had ever happened. Holy Arceus he was in love!
"CAN I KEEP HIM?!"
He would have directed his questioning toward his present teammate if it weren't for the fact that he was still getting the silent treatment from the stupid Kirlia as he grabbed up the Scraggy that was practically twice his own size by the waist and lifted him up like a trophy of sorts. Settling for the second best thing he waved his newly found love of his life in the air towards a randomly perched Hoothoot which a bunch of other people seemed to be throwing questions at. He must have had some sort of superiority that being the case and would be able to give answer to his own.

Ethfael watched with a sort of cold satisfaction as the rest of the Guild jumped in after his attack and the Volbeat were soon dealt with briskly and efficiently. They weren't dead, just unconscious, which would do for the moment; whatever would let them pass without further incident. He hated the way that it worked but sometimes it was just the way things were. The Dragonair sighed as Solaris apologized but nodded, having enough graciousness not to overemphasize the fact that he'd been right. Erinn grumbled quietly but said nothing, his rant from before having silenced him. He figured if no one had listened to that even, why wouldn't they listen now? It left the little Paras resentful to say the least.

Ethfael glanced up at the unfamiliar voice, viewing the Hoothoot with a curious gaze. The news after startled him considerably, enough that he didn't bother to either aid or stop the Kirlia who came to the forefront. The Psychic had a point, a very valid point; if they'd known it was an Umbreon then perhaps the others would have listened to his logic instead of ignoring it in favor of following phantom lights. He gave a look of approval to the Kirlia when the Psychic at last backed down, glad that someone had told the decision makers off. That being said and done though, he did feel the slightest bit of sympathy for Solaris; it was hard to be a Leader and be blamed for any and all bad decisions, specifically those that weren't only your own but also others' ideas. The Hoothoot spoke up again and Ethfael nodded in agreement. Yes, they would choose again and they would chose more wisely this time if he had anything to say about it.

After they were all drenched by the rain that that Absol summoned, a round of questions began. The Dragonair listened to the other questions with interest, keeping close mental tabs on what they learned as they learned it. Particularly the question offered by the Meowth gave him pause; the answer they were given was deceptive, they assumed that 'Meda was alone but they didn't know for certain. "Pardon," he said, to politely get the Hoothoot's attention, "The shiny Umbreon, 'Meda, was she traveling alone?"