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~Reo

"BOOORING!" Reo declared with a boisterous yawn for added effect as he trotted his way to the rooftop; his last stop on his self-guided tour of his new abode. Though through his eyes so far it was quite obvious the guild SUCKED.

~Reo

"Finally!" Reo exclaimed, eying over the Eevee before him (Enjoying the sights a little too)."Someone who actually seems interesting around here. You look like you enjoy a good party~" He stated, what appeared to be the closest thing you could get to a smile appearing across his beaked face.

~Reo

The Torchic was just about to strike up what he was looking forward to as decent conversation when in a blink of an eye the damn Eevee was gone. If it weren't for the banshee like screams Reo probably wouldn't have even known where he went to."Awe hell..." He muttered, figuring it wasn't best to follow the same route that Eros did so instead he quickly raced his way back downstairs and out to the gardens; feeling the need to help the poor thing.

"No, Acer, bad Turtwig!" Chronicler had been the one left in charge of Acer for the day. Crown was the one who usually looked after the baby, but after she had evolved into a Metapod...well, she wasn't exactly very responsive.

And so Cherrim had fed the hungry little thing, placed it into its box, and thought it was safe to sit back and relax. After only a few minutes of writing in her journal did she notice the baby had wriggled out of its box and ran out the room.

And this thing was fast. The poor Cherrim chased it all over the castle as it screamed happily the entire time: "Play tag! Play tag!"

The turtwig led a tired and frantic Chronicler up a set of spiral staircase and into the open rooftop.

"Gotcha!" Chronicler cried when she jumped and grabbed onto Acer when he skidded to stop before he ran off the edge. The Cherrim blinked as she realized there was someone already there.

She quickly got to her feet and dusted herself off.

"Tag, Acer it!" The little golden Turtwig cried happily, and then closed its eyes, starting to count down from ten, skipping several numbers and eventually somehow going back up to ten and repeating his countdown.

"Ah, hello there!" Chronicler turned to greet the black and silver eevee.

((Good night~))



Chronicler grabbed the edges of her dress and curtsied, not really out of courtesy and more out of a random impulse. She could feel the edges of her petals starting to curl, and without a second thought used her magic to strengthen the sun, brightening the sky. With the energy that came with it, her petals straightened once more.

"You can call me Chronicler!" The Cherrim told the eevee cheerfully. Chronicler didn't have a name when she lived in the wilds, and when she came to the city, named herself "Chronicler", meaning a story writer or storyteller. Not really the conventional meaning, but she doesn't know that.

"This here is Acerace...Aceraci...A....ah, just call him Acer." Chronicled motioned to the little Turtwig who still had his eyes closed and was counting. Darn Incultyr for naming him something like Aceraceae.

"And who might you be?"

"Five...Eight...Six...Two...Ten...Five..." The Turtwig seemed to notice by now that something was wrong and was struggling to figure out why he hasn't reached one yet.

"Ah, you must be one of the new teams!" Like she was one to talk, Team Polaris had only existed for a few months. Chronicler always loved keeping track of the teams and members of the guild, even if she never really got to know them. Stalker. Having joined the team so she could write about life as an explorer, she thought it prudent to know all the characters I guess.

Chronicler looked up when there was a little squeak and watched as the baby Lapras crawled over towards Zori.

"She's adorable!"

By this time Acer had abandoned his countdown and looked around, eyes lighting up as he saw the newcomer.

"Tag, Acer it!" He cried out happily, and before Chronicler could stop the little Turtwig, he ran at Zori and Aisu. Acer still hasn't learned his strength yet, and barrelled straight into them.

The little Turtwig staggered back from the contact, still smiling and cooing happily.

"Eevee it!" If Chronicler wasn't so aghast at what the little baby had done, she would have been rather proud of the fact he had been able to identify Zori as an eevee.

"Acer, bad! You don't attack other Pokemon!" Chronicler scolded, running forward to grab the Turtwig before it could do anything stupid again. It figures that a baby growing up in an exploration team would have more violent tendencies, but geesh! Chronicler thought they taught him better.

The Cherrim turned to Zori, stepping in front of Acer.

"I'm so sorry about that, are you ok?"