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[crashes_rockets]

[Depending on where you live and how much time you spend in the great outdoors, you've probably seen a few Pokemon before. But in the city, they're usually pretty rare, and no matter where you are, large numbers of the same species almost never congregate where humans are likely to find them. Not without good reason, anyway.

Wild Sneasels have been making themselves pests across Venture City this past week, coming out at night to steal food and knock over trash cans. Pay attention to the sudden inexpliccable infestation, though, and you'll notice they all tend to come back to a utility pole every once in a while and scratch a few marks in the wood. You also might notice an evolved one patrolling the city with considerably more purpose. It's the obvious lead to follow if you want to investigate--they're not hurting much so far, but it's definitely suspicious.]

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[starsburn]

[ It probably says a lot about Mato that, rather than chase away the Sneasels that've been hanging around near her house, she's been purposely leaving out scraps of food for them. They're Pokemon, actual Pokemon, near her house! So of course she's going to be the irresponsible one and feed them.

She's out on patrol as Black Rock Shooter when she spots the evolved one -- it's Weevil or something, isn't it? -- and decides that this is definitely a lead that needs following. Not just because she wants to see more Pokemon, of course. Definitely not.

So. Stealth it is. Though of course, what Shooter considers to be 'stealth' isn't exactly everyone's definition of the word. ]

[crashes_rockets]

[She doesn't have to be a master of stealth in this case, since Weavile isn't particularly on guard. If anything he feels more comfortable in the city than usual, having called in so many of his own kind. Still, it's about time to get back to his master. Rounding a corner into a dark alley, he runs up to the heel of a figure in a mask and a cloak. By the time Shooter gets there, he's conveyed his nonverbal message.]

Still nothing? It's been days... Maybe it's time for a more direct--

[Weavile may not have been expecting to be followed, but Silver Shade always expects trouble. As soon as he notices her, he reaches for a Pokeball, making a simple gesture that Weavile apparently understands as "dash around and get behind her," suddenly moving ten times as fast.]

Who are you?

[It's a pretty menacing greeting, all things considered.]

[zerotodoro]

[The alien had never seen such creatures before and has been quietly tailing them trying to figure out what exactly they are doing.

He had noticed their apparent fondness for scratching the utility pole, and once he senses no one around, Dororo drops down from the tree and started to examine it - paying special attention to how they're scratching it]

How strange... is it marking territorial? Or are they leaving some kind of message?

[crashes_rockets]

[At a glance, the wood just looks like it has your standard wear and tear. But if you know where to look for the markings, close inspection makes it pretty obvious they're not random. There's definitely a kind of primitive language at play here. The study of Pokemon behavior is in its infancy, since usually only a few special people can get close enough, so Dororo officially knows more about Sneasels than most actual Earthlings.]

[zerotodoro]

[He hums, noting the the emerging pattern - intriguing, Keron is under the impression that Pekoponjins are the only intelligent species native to planet. The Keronian makes a note to return here with a camera to take evidence.

Dororo decided though - that he's going to keep investigating, and quickly jumps - then teleports on top of the utility pole - precariously balanced to keep from shocking him, and wait to see if the creatures will come back]

[crashes_rockets]

[Guess who comes looking after a while! Weavile inspects the scratches before adding one more (to acknowledge that the message was received) and bounding off. He certainly doesn't notice Dororo.]

[sebastiancafe]

The kid had been taking notice of the odd creatures around venture city. Hard not to, darn things kept trying to get into his trash. They kept scaring his squirts too. I know Zia probably would have befriended them and then raised 'em, cause the girl could raise about anything. Even ornery Anklegators loved the girl.

The Kid wasn't so much a friend of nature. So he decided to investigate, but he just wore the slinger pistols for self defense. Nature may not like him, but he had nothing in particular against nature. He did follow along closely though, attempting to learn more about what's going on here.

[crashes_rockets]

[Let's say this takes place after the first thread, so Weavile is still embarrassed about the misunderstanding that ensued the last time he let someone follow him, so when he notices it's happening again, he decides not to take any chances. Let it not be said, however, that a Pokemon can't have a sense of humor.

Does the Kid keep following as the nimble Pokemon takes a sudden left and bounds over a tall fence onto private property? It's heading for... an abandoned warehouse. The official building of suspiciousness.]