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Part Two of my Event Six Story, New Roots in Open Doors, This part featuring Team Bug Out , Team Quiet Frost , Team Cold Blood , and Team Imperial Torch .

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I'm doing some small scale experimenting with these portraits, trying to figure out what looks good, how to do things properly etc. I also should warn everyone Portrait #6 will be the disgrace of the whole thing, so shield your eyes when you see it (you'll know.)

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“Are there any people in the village we should be cautious of?” Forest asked, sitting on the bed in the room of the one team they have befriended ever since they arrived in Tao. After coming back from performing in Alomomola Bay for Hugh’s magic show, Forest the Druddugon and Darwin the Chimchar had been helping all the other Merchants clean and repair the village, officially making them Merchants.

During this time, they had become very familiar with Jacob and Joe of Team Bug Out. Though the two have only been in Tao for a little more than a month longer than Forest and Darwin, they seemed to know a lot about the workings of the village. Darwin found it a bit weird, but Forest could tell it was based off of military training that Jacob had been use to for most of his life, even if Jacob never really talked about his time in his regiment; he only ever stated that he was in a regiment for a long portion of his life.

“The only one you really should be cautious of is Devonshire, that Sableye with the cravat that runs the Rogues guild, and even he’s tame. Just don’t piss him off if you’re scared of ghosts,” Jacob answered with a grin, standing next to the other end of the bed. “Other than him, there’s no one else to really be cautious of around here.”

“What about the demented black lizard?” Darwin asked, referring to his new guild leader. He laid on his stomach on top of Forest’s head so he could easily see everyone and his dragon partner wouldn’t get burnt by his back flame.

“You mean PK?” Joe chimed in, sitting on the window sill. “She’s okay, if not a little moody lately, which is understandable what with the shit that dame went through earlier. She seemed to calm down some though, so I wouldn’t worry about her.”

“Are we thinking about the same Kecleon?” Jacob jokingly questioned.

“I hope so,” Joe replied, letting out a hearty laugh.

“I don’t mean to cut the laughter short,” Forest said once the laughter died down a bit, “but what are we supposed to do about getting a place outside a nearly psychotic Lugia?”

“Well actually,” Jacob started to say. His answer was cut short by someone yelling down the long hallway. All four of them stood silent trying to figure out who was making the noise and what they were saying. At first the rambling from what seemed to be two Pokemon was incomprehensible, but soon the wording became clearer, until it was easy to tell what was being said.

“…his throat and beat him within an inch of his life,” said an angry sounding voice. Jacob thought it could have been a smaller Pokemon by the sound of the pitch.

“I’m sure it was an accident, Nyoka,” an exasperated voice called out. The voice seemed to be just as high of pitch like the first voice (which apparently belong to someone named Nyoka), if not a little scratchy. “I’m sure if you were to ask someone on this floor, they would be willing to give a place to crash for a while.”

Just walk on by, ignore the room with the open door, Joe thought to himself. Even though he didn’t mind most people, he could tell by the wave of hate emanating undoubtedly from the yelling voice that he was someone to not associate with.

“It looks like there’s a door open over there. I’m sure they’re a friendly bunch. Why don’t we ask them?”

Shit.

A Totidile walked in front of the door way, a happy little look on his face. Joe could already tell he wasn’t going to like the proposal speech already. “Hello,” the Totidile greeted cheerfully. “My name’s Buwaya. Me and my partners were wondering if you had any room in here if-“

“No,” Joe plainly answered.

“Let’s not turn them down quite yet,” Jacob commented, slightly annoyed by the lack of hesitation. He then turned his glance over to Buwaya. “Will you be taking up much room?”

“Oh of course not,” Buwaya lied, knowing Nyoka likes his space. “We won’t be staying that long either, so-“

“No,” Joe plainly stated again, catching the lie.

Before Jacob could even respond, a Snivy poked his head into view of the room, and angry look on his face. “What?!?” it yelled at the top of his lungs. This must have been the Nyoka yelling down the hall. “You won’t even consider taking us in?”

“The way you’re drowning me with your bad vibes, you’re lucky I don’t throw you out of the window,” Joe responded with. Being a Banette, he could sense feelings of hatred and despise. Being a peaceful ghost made him resent these feelings instead of nourishing them.

“Look here, Raggedy Ann,” Nyoka yelled, his temper flaring as he walked into the room towards the Banette, Buwaya running after him to try to calm him down (ultimately failing) while being followed by a young Aron. “Why don’t you take the needle stuck up your ass outta there and get an open mind, huh?”

Joe leaped from the sill, ready to fight this pathetic Snivy. “Raggedy Ann? You think you’re funny kid? I can turn you to ash in five seconds flat!” he shouted as he went eye to eye with the snake.

Buwaya tried his best to calm the situation, but his words were drowned out by the minds of everyone in the room, as they were only focused on what either Joe or Nyoka had to say. Darwin and Forest only sat exasperated at the sight of the senseless fighting before them. Even though Jacob sat quiet looking over them, he didn’t like how much this argument had escalated. He felt like he should interfere in it, but thought it better for Joe to end it himself, knowing he wouldn’t really set fire to another Pokemon.

Probably.

“Bring it, Cabbage Patch!” Snivy continued to mock, not realizing the references were going over most of the heads of everyone in the room. “I’ve been itchin’ for fight since this morning, and what better to fight than a punching bag!”

“E-Excuse me?”

All eyes darted towards the door frame where the timid sounding voice came from, wondering who it may be.

Description
Part Two of my Event Six Story, New Roots in Open Doors, This part featuring Team Bug Out , Team Quiet Frost , Team Cold Blood , and Team Imperial Torch .

COVER |PREVIOUS |NEXT |LAST

Cameo Request Poster (ALWAYS OPEN)

I'm doing some small scale experimenting with these portraits, trying to figure out what looks good, how to do things properly etc. I also should warn everyone Portrait #6 will be the disgrace of the whole thing, so shield your eyes when you see it (you'll know.)

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“Are there any people in the village we should be cautious of?” Forest asked, sitting on the bed in the room of the one team they have befriended ever since they arrived in Tao. After coming back from performing in Alomomola Bay for Hugh’s magic show, Forest the Druddugon and Darwin the Chimchar had been helping all the other Merchants clean and repair the village, officially making them Merchants.

During this time, they had become very familiar with Jacob and Joe of Team Bug Out. Though the two have only been in Tao for a little more than a month longer than Forest and Darwin, they seemed to know a lot about the workings of the village. Darwin found it a bit weird, but Forest could tell it was based off of military training that Jacob had been use to for most of his life, even if Jacob never really talked about his time in his regiment; he only ever stated that he was in a regiment for a long portion of his life.

“The only one you really should be cautious of is Devonshire, that Sableye with the cravat that runs the Rogues guild, and even he’s tame. Just don’t piss him off if you’re scared of ghosts,” Jacob answered with a grin, standing next to the other end of the bed. “Other than him, there’s no one else to really be cautious of around here.”

“What about the demented black lizard?” Darwin asked, referring to his new guild leader. He laid on his stomach on top of Forest’s head so he could easily see everyone and his dragon partner wouldn’t get burnt by his back flame.

“You mean PK?” Joe chimed in, sitting on the window sill. “She’s okay, if not a little moody lately, which is understandable what with the shit that dame went through earlier. She seemed to calm down some though, so I wouldn’t worry about her.”

“Are we thinking about the same Kecleon?” Jacob jokingly questioned.

“I hope so,” Joe replied, letting out a hearty laugh.

“I don’t mean to cut the laughter short,” Forest said once the laughter died down a bit, “but what are we supposed to do about getting a place outside a nearly psychotic Lugia?”

“Well actually,” Jacob started to say. His answer was cut short by someone yelling down the long hallway. All four of them stood silent trying to figure out who was making the noise and what they were saying. At first the rambling from what seemed to be two Pokemon was incomprehensible, but soon the wording became clearer, until it was easy to tell what was being said.

“…his throat and beat him within an inch of his life,” said an angry sounding voice. Jacob thought it could have been a smaller Pokemon by the sound of the pitch.

“I’m sure it was an accident, Nyoka,” an exasperated voice called out. The voice seemed to be just as high of pitch like the first voice (which apparently belong to someone named Nyoka), if not a little scratchy. “I’m sure if you were to ask someone on this floor, they would be willing to give a place to crash for a while.”

Just walk on by, ignore the room with the open door, Joe thought to himself. Even though he didn’t mind most people, he could tell by the wave of hate emanating undoubtedly from the yelling voice that he was someone to not associate with.

“It looks like there’s a door open over there. I’m sure they’re a friendly bunch. Why don’t we ask them?”

Shit.

A Totidile walked in front of the door way, a happy little look on his face. Joe could already tell he wasn’t going to like the proposal speech already. “Hello,” the Totidile greeted cheerfully. “My name’s Buwaya. Me and my partners were wondering if you had any room in here if-“

“No,” Joe plainly answered.

“Let’s not turn them down quite yet,” Jacob commented, slightly annoyed by the lack of hesitation. He then turned his glance over to Buwaya. “Will you be taking up much room?”

“Oh of course not,” Buwaya lied, knowing Nyoka likes his space. “We won’t be staying that long either, so-“

“No,” Joe plainly stated again, catching the lie.

Before Jacob could even respond, a Snivy poked his head into view of the room, and angry look on his face. “What?!?” it yelled at the top of his lungs. This must have been the Nyoka yelling down the hall. “You won’t even consider taking us in?”

“The way you’re drowning me with your bad vibes, you’re lucky I don’t throw you out of the window,” Joe responded with. Being a Banette, he could sense feelings of hatred and despise. Being a peaceful ghost made him resent these feelings instead of nourishing them.

“Look here, Raggedy Ann,” Nyoka yelled, his temper flaring as he walked into the room towards the Banette, Buwaya running after him to try to calm him down (ultimately failing) while being followed by a young Aron. “Why don’t you take the needle stuck up your ass outta there and get an open mind, huh?”

Joe leaped from the sill, ready to fight this pathetic Snivy. “Raggedy Ann? You think you’re funny kid? I can turn you to ash in five seconds flat!” he shouted as he went eye to eye with the snake.

Buwaya tried his best to calm the situation, but his words were drowned out by the minds of everyone in the room, as they were only focused on what either Joe or Nyoka had to say. Darwin and Forest only sat exasperated at the sight of the senseless fighting before them. Even though Jacob sat quiet looking over them, he didn’t like how much this argument had escalated. He felt like he should interfere in it, but thought it better for Joe to end it himself, knowing he wouldn’t really set fire to another Pokemon.

Probably.

“Bring it, Cabbage Patch!” Snivy continued to mock, not realizing the references were going over most of the heads of everyone in the room. “I’ve been itchin’ for fight since this morning, and what better to fight than a punching bag!”

“E-Excuse me?”

All eyes darted towards the door frame where the timid sounding voice came from, wondering who it may be.