Looking for my way...

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Set in Unova 15 years after the events of Black2/White2, Traveling Trainers Association is a member driven Pokemon RP community. OC-only and indie-friendly, we invite everyone to join and forge the stories of their characters, their Pokemon, and the world around them.

TTA is now open and accepting applications!

fairy lights & cozy nights | autumn & winter blog

maybe someday i’ll learn to stop posting covers two hours after learning a song, or maybe someday i’ll learn to stop trying to sing when i’m sick.

in related news, my fingers hurt and i’m not going to have a voice tomorrow.

worth it?

Three more poachers. One had come out of his stupor mere moments after Vincent had reached the scene, screaming, scared out of his mind. Literally. The man could barely keep it together for a good five minutes and now he was just sort of lying limp against the tree, breathing slowly becoming more even.

“Three months of this,” Vincent said with a sigh as he stood from the man. “Who is doing this?”

The question was posed to no one in particular, since no one else was around, but Arluin cocked his head and huffed in response anyway. The Ranger ran a hand across his forehead and looked around. There had definitely been a battle, but whoever had won had done so handily. Just like the rest of the attacks. This was getting tiring. Sure, they were taking in a good number of poachers, but they weren’t really getting anywhere with finding the rest. Not to mention it was causing Vincent to run all over the region every time one of these “anonymous tips” came in.

Another poacher woke up and started screaming. It didn’t make Vincent jump anymore, though Milani jumped and shoved her head into Vincent’s leg. “Don’t worry, he’s still tied up,” the Ranger assured the Vulpix.

He’d been bringing her with him to let her get some field experience, start training her. She still had trouble with getting startled and keeping focus, but she was learning quickly other than that. Suddenly Arluin started grumbling, and Milani’s ears perked up, quickly trotting over, now ignoring the dying screams of the awoken man.

“What is it?” Vincent asked as he joined his Furfrou at a seemingly random spot near the tree of poachers.

The Pokemon sniffed around, slowly making his way around in a couple circles, then towards each of the poachers. He shook his head and huffed loudly at the one that was still unconscious, then whined a little.

Vincent frowned. “I’m going to need a little more than that. You smell something, obviously?” Arluin nodded. “Something familiar?” Another nod. “…Someone you know?”

The Pokemon nodded again and whined, laying down and looking at Milani. Vincent looked at the grey Vulpix and stroked his chin, a small pit forming in his stomach. From what little he’d been able to pick up on, each of these poachers were related to the man who Logan and Cherise were currently investigating as well. Which meant they were connected to the attacks on Faye’s ranch. Considering what she’d done before…

“Faye… Please tell me you don’t have anything to do with this…”

Present Day

“That makes two..” Faye muttered as she stared at the two poachers sitting in front of her, backs pressed against a large tree, eyes fixed on the black haired child sitting in front of them in a trance. A pair of Zorua ears sticking out of her hair, the child’s purple eyes were clouded over and unfocused.

“Guess we’re pretty much done-” A thud interrupted her, as a tall tanned man emerged from the forest with yet another, struggling, poacher over his shoulder. He dropped the man beside the other two, about to stand and bolt before the man who had brought him shifted. An illusion dropping, leaving behind a Zoroark who bared his fangs at the man until he back up next to his comrades.

“Wh-What the he-” he shot a confused look at them, at the Zorua child and then at the brunette who stared at him with a Holocaster in hand. “Wh-What did you to to them!?” The brunette only snapped a picture of the three poachers, ignoring the man at first as she quickly emailed the image to the nearest ranger HQ.

“I’m looking for someone… He led a team in Mauville and Fortree in the last few months, hitting at least one of the reserves in the last city-”

“As if I’d tell you shit!” The poacher spat, prompting the Zoroark to snarl in warning.

“Figured,” Faye sighed, fingers tapping idly against her ‘caster for a few minutes. The brunette had been doing this for months and yet still had no idea how to get information out of then, thinking that just the fact that they had been caught would be enough. “Ok, Medea, you know what to do. We gotta go before the rangers get here.”

With a flick of her ears in acknowledgement, the Zorua’s purple eyes glowed momentarily, and the last poacher that had been brought to them joined the others in their hypnotic state.

Returning her Pokemon back into their balls as Faye hopped on Serene, the brunette made the Altaria circle the skies for a bit. Medea’s illusions always held on long enough for someone to answer ger anonymous tip but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Once she saw someone discover the poachers, she directed the dragon back home to Fortree once more with no more information than before.

((So, Pikku and Logan-mun discovered this thing called Discord that we can use for chatting, and I think it’s less crash-prone than Skype is.

Right now we’re doing a stress test, so anybody in PAC [or not] is free to join, and if you don’t wanna stay you don’t haveta.  ^^

Cinnie was going to scold him like he had stated. The Zoroark’s reaction to Vincent had been uncalled for. Keeping the ranger in check was more of her job anyways, she could do it without startling the poor Vulpix like he had.