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Genesis had finally gotten the hang of her bicycle (after some unfortunate crashing against other people, of course -- but hey! Wounds added character, and all that) and she pedaled easily besides Doyle.

She nodded at his warning, and then, quietly nudging Atlas out of his nest under her collar, asked him to go search for Erebos and to tell him to help Archie. She hadn't expected anyone to stay long in the Howling Forest, and remained unaware of Valarie's presence.

As Joey peered around, he got the feeling he was being watched. Then Lily barked, and a concealing bit of undergrowth rustled as the pokemon jumped. Joey caught sight of a brief flash of white tail-tip before the pokemon was gone. "Wow, did anyone else see that! There was a pokemon over there!" he called excitedly.

((Hey, the first pokemon for capture has been spotted! Well, sort of! If you look around for wild pokemon, you may trigger another spotting event! So far, you know the pokemon has a white tail tip!))

(( Taking a bit of a jump here. Pretend Shea (Schemali) was a Liepard all along please. Derp. ))

89585 had separated herself from Jan with a wistful shake of her head. She couldn't travel along with the group. The reason was certainly for her own safety than theirs. Humans like to make noise and be happy, sparking her own excited contentment, and she likes to loose control when in that state. This might draw attention. Thus, her travel had to be incognito. Of course, the experiment always met up with the humans when they settled down.

Unfortunately, their place of choosing was one of the scariest the experiment had seen.

Despite the amount of land she'd covered since her escape, 89585 hadn't seen all of Zatao yet. Dark places were like the plague; they were meant to be avoided. It reminded her too greatly of the cramped Masterball she was forced to slumber in and the subsequent bars they kept her behind for a portion of her learning life. It was quite no surprise when the caravan neared the Howling Forest, she was taken aback enough to stop at the forest lining, looking up at the shadowed canopies of the verdant lushness with pink orbs of fright.

Al landed nearby the forest's start, cocking his head for Cetus to get the hell off. The Galactic grunt gave her first Pokemon a hardened stare of confusion, but after studying the thickness of the forest, she relished with a bit of embarrassment and shooed her Pidgeot off so he could eat. The treetops were too tightly knit together and the possibility of Al slamming his wing into an outstretched branch was highly likely. Though Cetus would've secretly enjoyed the uptight bird suffering with a broken wing, he was her only method of travel, and she wasn't willing to give up the luxury of a mount for a, eugh, bicycle.

Al stretched out his wings and coiled his back, gratified to have the witch off him for good. Well, at least for the few days they'd remain in that densely packed forest. Turning, he beat his wings to the ground, gaining altitude, until the dirt beneath him rolled off the ground and wafted in the midst of his flight like afternoon clouds. The tips of the Pidgeot's wings scratched the delicate surface of the sky until he disappeared into a collection of puffy clouds and was gone. Cetus watched his descent, loving to see him go and loving it more to see him leave. For the remainder of the travel, she tagged behind the others with bikes and earthbound Pokemon, stretching her arms high when they finally chose a spot to settle down.

"Ah, its good to take a rest again!" she cried, mostly to herself in joy. Suddenly, that somber face broke its facade for something a bit more serious. The grunt disappeared into the wooden thicket for a moment. Job duty had suddenly sprung up again.

Reaching into her pocket after becoming notably hidden, she pulled out a Pokeball and released her Liepard. The sizable cat stretched, wiggling her scythe-like tail in the air like a dying worm, before fixing herself and sitting with an admirable posture. She cast her jade eyes on Cetus with her usual attentiveness, waiting for whatever command the woman had to give.

"Listen, Shea, I need you to track down our target." Cetus said, tapping a hand upon the nearest tree. "Keep it in sight at all times. I don't want it wandering off again."

"Le~mroww." Shea said with a nod of her head, getting up to start her search of the area. Before she left, Cetus gave her a rare and encouraging scratch of the ear and chin. The Liepard took the token in stride, purring as the older woman's nails massaged a comforting part by her neck.

"Okay, off," she said and shooed the cat off with a flick of her hand. The Liepard descended, crawling under and over fallen branches for two's target. Cetus simply slipped back into the group as quickly as she left, scanning eyes for the certain child she had seen the Mewtwo before. If it was anywhere, it was likely with that kid.

Like a star meeting its end, a white flash exploded near Shea's periphery and died with a slow fade. The purple feline grew suspicious and, breaking from her duty for just a moment, decided to inspect the mysterious play of light. Clambering through the darkened thicket, her paws inched closer and closer towards Valerie until her head poked out from between a collection of ferns. Suspicion gave way to her typical calmness and the Liepard approached the photographer with little discretion, sniffing at the camera in her hand. She wasn't acquainted with such a mechanical device, but it didn't seem as though it meant any harm.

Still, the woman was a mysterious figure, and certainly someone to be curious about. Clamping her mouth gently on the scruff of the woman's blouse, Shea tugged her towards the others as if she were a lost Mareep. Humans should be with humans, right? This one was too far from the flock.

Shina left the reins slack, allowing Rasha to choose their path. The Ponyta picked her way through the dense forest, trying to stick to the clearest, easiest path. The pace had gotten slow enough that it would likely be possible for people to keep up on foot if they were having trouble navigating the forest with their bikes. Hearing a noise from the trees ahead, Shina looked up. A pair of carmine eyes peered back from the thick foliage. After a moment, the pokemon drew back, disappearing completely into the shadows.

((Another sighting! Pink-red eyes and a white tail tip are the descriptions so far, and you now know this pokemon can climb trees! Keep posting, and our shy observer may peek out again! If you specifically look around, you are more likely to trigger a sighting!))

The squawk startled Valarie. She looks around and saw that the Archen was running into the woods. She was tempted to follow him, but the Liepard was still near her. She looks at the Liepard and tried to memorize her colors and pattern so she could color in her Liepard sketch.

The Liepard blinked at the sudden feathered morsel to come pouncing around and even chuckled a bit when it squawked and kept going its way. With her attention diverted, Shea shrugged off the photographer and followed after Archie instead. Of course, Cetus had given her a mission, but its been forever since she's seen outdoors . . . or even eaten anything good. Whatever had just marched on by looked tasty, albeit a pain to track down.

Ah, whatever. What her owner didn't know, of course, won't hurt her. The Mewtwo probably wasn't even around anyway . . . likely spinning around in the meadow of the Seatance Valley again . . .

Except 89585 wasn't. Instead, she was wearily clambering into the shadowed mess of forest with her breath held extremely tight. She was stock still, floating through the wooden thicket like a ghost, the tip of her violet blushed tail trailing behind her.

Atlas' large and sensitive ears caught the sound of the shutter, but as there seemed to be no threat, he took little heed of it. Instead, he screeched into the air in search of Erebos, his voice falling silent on human ears.

Genesis soon propped herself decently on her bicycle again, and immediately fell over a protruding root. A quick glance around showed many more dotted the landscape, and she thought aloud, "I think it might be better if I just walk for now..."

She wondered where the Mewtwo had gone while she packed the bike back into its ball container. It'd be disappointing if it chose to leave, seeing as it had been their higher priority, but the Raikou was still here, at least. There seemed to be a lot more Pokémon in the woods than before, too. She'd heard some suspicious rustling in the trees, and could even spot a bright green Deerling between the foliage.

However, she made no move towards any of them. She was still the traveler Eliza, after all, and Eliza would know better than to go straight towards a skittish wild Pokémon.