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HUNTERS GUILD: Team Knockout
Date Joined: 12/30/2014
Current Funds: 3 St

Merits:
Strikes:

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Loc
Species: Riolu
Nature: Naive
-Characteristic: Highly curious
Gender: Male Age: Approximately 15
Ability: Steadfast

Strength: **** Agility: ***
Intelligence: ** Charisma: ***

"Total Points Left: 0/10"
Type Bonus: Fighting -> Strength
Move 1 Aura Sphere
Move 2 Hidden Power (Grass)
Move 3 Quick Attack
Move 4 Brick Break

Inventory:
-Template Hood
----Description: It's color is Navy blue, with holes for his ears.
-Item 2
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-Item 3
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Ares
Species: Banette
Nature: Impish
-Characteristic: Mischievous
Gender: Male Age: 17
Ability: Prankster

Strength: *** Agility: **
Intelligence: ** Charisma: *****

"Total Points Left: 0/10"
Type Bonus: Ghost -> Intelligence
Move 1 Sucker Punch
Move 2 Toxic
Move 3 Shadow Claw
Move 4 Confuse Ray

Inventory
Template Scarf
----Description: A simple purple scarf lazily tied around his neck.

-Item 2
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-Item 3
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========== WRITTEN TEST ==========

[For this portion of the application, make your best effort to follow the italicized lines and NPC dialogue with whatever you wish, in order to explain your team. You can even change the setting of the interaction as long as the NPC still asks all the necessary questions. Be creative! You may delete this line if you wish.]
It seemed that the buzzing city had finally started to calm, shops were closing, torches granting sight in the newly-darkened paths, and Pokémon starting to head home for the night.

That is, except for a certain black and blue dog and his ghostly companion, impatiently waiting at the corner of a café and a house. Finally, after what seemed like hours, a skinny normal type came into view of the odd pair, and once greeting them, ushered into the café, but not without a glance between the two to verify the identities of the two outsiders.
Above your team stands one of the few restaurants around Andalusst that could be considered ritzy, Café Obscurité. The name is often looked upon as ironic, due to the establishment's success and popularity. Many can't afford to dine here, but it is where the Hunters have invited your team to speak with a Guild representative. Hopefully they don't expect you to pay...

The moment you step foot inside, the Pokémon at the front desk approaches you and shows your team to a table. It's located in one of the darker corners of the already-dim establishment, and it's already attended by a sly, smiling Furret with a blue newsboy cap. The Hunters representative, you realize, though he hardly seems like a good fit for the present surroundings.

So this is the place, not bad if I do say so myself.” The banette whispered to his partner. “I guess so, if this is how it looks on the outside I can’t wait to see what luxuries we get to eat on the Inside.” “Riiiiight.. Well listen up, I’ve got a plan. Let me do all the talking, I got the feelin’ that I know what this guy wants to hear”. With a slight nod in response, the two prepare for the bombardment of questions.
"Hey, pull up a seat. Order your favorites; this one's on the guild's checkbook," he greets with a quick wave.

Upon sitting in the booth and hearing the wonderful news, Loc the riolu’s gaze met his partner’s, weary of the fact that this dinner could very well make or break them.
Shortly after your team is situated, an Empoleon waiter arrives at your table and passes a fancy-looking menu to everyone present. A number of higher-class dishes are represented on it, along with equally high-class prices. "The usual," the Normal-type comments with disregard, gently pushing the menu back against the Empoleon's chest. The waiter merely rolls his eyes and turns his attention to your team, waiting expectantly for your team to order.

“I’ll have a oran berry delight please!” Loc exclaimed as he handed the waiter his menu. “Mushroom steak.” Ares the banette ordered. “…please” he added, after a slight elbow to the side.

Once he has everyone's orders, the waiter shoots one last annoyed glance at the strange fellow, who appears unfazed, before walking off. "No sense of humor," the Furret remarks with a shrug, before lazily slumping back in his seat. His gaze doesn't settle on anyone in particular, as though he's simply staring off somewhere.
"The name's Cuffin, but I'm sure you've already heard of me. No need for introductions on your part, I already know who ya are," Cuffin says with another sly smirk, tapping his paws together. "So... I work for this kid, Sundance. He made me promise to ask ya a few things before I go off on my own thing. He'll get his feathers in a bunch if I don't, so humor me. First things first: why do you wanna join the Hunters?" The last question is accompanied by a roll of the eyes and a dramatic recitation, as if driving home the fact that he's being forced to ask this.

“Simple.” Ares started, wearing a smirk of his own. “We wish to learn more about the town and the mysterious fog that surrounds it. You see my good friend Loc here has come from this very same fog. And if we were to find a way through and/ or around..” Ares paused to ensure he got a sliver of the interviewer’s attention. “Then we may find bounties beyond yours and my own wildest dreams, and the hunters guild is the path that will take us there.” He concluded.

At the very least, Cuffin looks interested as he listens. Perhaps it isn't the question itself he's so annoyed about. "All right. Respectable, yeah. Down the list..." The scruffy Furret reaches for a parchment already settled upon the table. Rather than hold it up to read, he crumples it in his paws rather rudely, then promptly tosses it over his shoulder. "What can you bring to the Hunters? What skills or talents can you utilize for us?" Once again, his recitation of the question is somewhat mocking.
“My friend, I thought you’d never ask. I, Ares, and Loc here are exceptional when it comes to straightening out those who would seek to soil the Hunter’s Guild’s name, if they so desire. Not only this, but I know of several ways to turn such ruffians into allies.”

"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. I guess we'll get to see some of that soon enough. Don't get me wrong; your answer don't mean you're gonna be taken or thrown out. This is basically... formalities..." Cuffin pauses, tilting his head upward thoughtfully. "...Yeah, formalities. I think that's the word he used. Whatever that means."
A grin comes over the Furret's fuzzy face as he readies himself for his next question, lowering the register of his voice. "This one's more interestin', to the little guy's credit. Are you against doin' things that the Royal Guard ain't gonna like if they catch ya doin' em?"

Ignoring the curious glance from Loc, Ares continued. “Simply put, by no means am I or Loc worried by what tasks you would have us undertake.”
The Normal-type's pointed ears twitch at the reply. "It ain't me, just sayin'. I know well enough that if yer here, then you an' I are prolly already aware of the answer to that question. I just needed somethin' to tell the kid." With a sigh of relief, Cuffin tosses his hands in the air, then at the sides of the chair dramatically. "Whew. All right, enough of that stuff. The kid is on the right track, but sometimes it seems like the royals crammed a stick really far up there, if ya know what I mean. All these "formalities" and junk... anyway, the rest is straight from me."

He looks left, then right... but given the way his bright eyes are never quite focusing on your team, this seems to be one of those "formalities" of his own. He then begins to explain in an oddly sincere fashion, "You already know the basic stuff, so I'm gonna level with ya. Truth is, the Hunters are all about knowin' things about everybody else. Yer gonna learn secrets that nobody else will know. It'll change the way you look at this whole city, and yer prolly not gonna like what you see, but you'll always know exactly what's goin' on under the coat of sugar. I wouldn't blame ya if you'd rather go hang with a Guild that doesn't deal in the worst of what Andalusst can offer."

“Tempting, but no, we wish to learn these secrets, even if we regret the result. Your secrets are safe with us.” Concluded with a point at the zipper on his mouth for proof.
Cuffin's non-serious demeanor returns with a smirk at your response. "Is that so? Well... to be honest, I would've blamed ya, actually," he jokes with a lightly teasing tone. "Who doesn't wanna know everything about everybody? Life is all about keepin' yer options as open as possible 'til the right moment."

Just then, the waiter comes into earshot, flippers laden with everyone's orders. As he hesitates with the platter containing Cuffin's meal, one can't help but wonder if he's contemplating on spitting in it. The Furret doesn't appear to be looking at him anyway... and your team may begin to suspect that he couldn't even if he wanted to. The silver platters are placed on the table with mild clatter, but Cuffin faces your team again before paying them any mind.

"Before we eat..." he interrupts, reaching down and palming the nearest glass. He holds it up and forward across the table. "Let's toast, to the new recruits," Cuffin proposes, though he leans in and adds with a whisper, "...That's you, just so ya know."
After a sigh from Loc and his comrade soon followed quickly by an elated smile signaled the fact that this would be one night they won’t forget.