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Morana and Incultyr were in their Team Rooms, recovering from their recent mission into the lair of the criminal Regal Garchomp. They were quiet and somber, two of their allies having gotten severely hurt during the final fight. They had all gotten out alive, but...that was the most they could say.

The two answered the alarm, cautiously entering the great hall. There weren't many other guildmembers around, only those from Stormcloud and three other newer guildmembers.

They fixed their gaze on a particular mew, the two exchanging glances. They quietly moved towards the alarm, waiting to hear what this was all about.



Atra came in riding on Katara's back, the Ditto-Skarmory padding down the hallway with her wings tucked against her sides. Her claws clacked hard against the floor as the Flareon on her back muttered angrily to himself.

He had only recently been dragged out by his former guildmembers on a mission he'd rather not remember. He would have been more than happy to ignore the alarm, but Lilium very loudly scolded him about his responsibilities and threatened to take his Icicle Plate and give it back to Spade.

So he came, of course, but he wasn't happy about it.



Cecil somehow heard the alarm and charged through the door, tail turned into a sword. His eyes darted around the nearly-deserted hall and landed on the mew. He blinked in surprise, recognizing the legendary for what it was; this Smeargle was well versed in legend and lore.

He answered the alarm out of a sense of duty, to the guild of someone who had saved his life. He looked for the Vaporeon, Ambrosia, but did not see her. Regardless, he was ready to save.

~Raven~Locke

Raven arrived as the call of the bell, son reluctantly in tow. The Lucario was fairly oblivious to the tension at hand, but Rin insisted that the two spent the day together to try and heighten their relationship to an extent where the air was no longer caustic whenever Locke was in the same room as his father. At least the unexplained hate wasn't mutual but the silence that loomed over the duo at the moment was enough for concern. Thankfully auntie Zori was in the vicinity for at least one of them to use as a scapegoat; the skill bandaged up Ralts teleporting over to his mother's sister before innocently tugging at her leafy tail gently to get her attention. Locke had an amazing ability to change his disposition to better suit the sucking up to his superiors that he actually liked.
"What's going on, auntie Zori?"
He inquired in an entirely innocent and clueless tone.

~Raven ~Locke

Raven would have gladly took a stroll over to converse with his sister just like his son had, she being the only familiar face, but he seen that they were now in the vicinity of her mate and thought it improper to intrude on some of the only time they actually had together being on separate teams. Locke however, could only see the beneficial side to all of this, his father now at a great distance as he stuck close to his aunt's side contemplating the information given to him. Nico was just one of the many names he overheard as enemies of the guild that had to be dealt with on a regular basis. Thus far there was no severe impact on his own being through these wars waged so he figured this to be any other outing wherein his guild would be victorious.

Era bit her lip as she heard Nico's name. That was the psycho Weavile who had brought the zombies that one time. Clearly anything to do with him was trouble. All the same, they'd said something about a cure for something, and journal pages. According to the Mew, the first journal page was at the ruins of the old guild, and so the Guild would head there to find it. It seemed like a very difficult task, trying to find one sheet of paper in a place so massive as the ruins of a guild. They said that Nico wasn't where they were headed, which made Era breath a sigh of relief, but it was still enough to make her nervous. "How long do you think it will take?" she questioned Ethfael, "We've got a big group, but the ruins are sure to be a large area to cover."

"We'll figure something out," Ethfael said, "Or at least those in charge will have a plan. The Mew seems to know what she's talking about, and so does Lucy..." He tried to sound certain, although he was anything but sure of his words. One could never be sure of anything sometimes, and this was one of those times. A fight was brewing on the horizon, that was for sure, but it would be worth it if they could deal with Nico once and for all. "Well, we're covering no ground here," Ethfael said, "If we're going, I hope they start soon."