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[PMDU]Team Regalia: The Contract

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HUNTERS GUILD: Team Regalia
Date Joined: June 18th, 2014
Current Funds: 1 St
Merits: 0
Strikes: 0

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Cordelia
Species: Servine
Nature / Characteristic: Adamant / Strong willed
Gender: Female
Age: Young adult
Ability: Overgrow

STR 1 / AGI 4 / INT 5 / CHA 0+2

Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Grass -> Charisma

Vine whip / Iron tail / Mega drain / Leaf storm

Inventory:

-Accessory voucher
----Description: Cordelia has not claimed a guild-issue accessory.

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Helmond
Species: Wurmple
Nature / Characteristic: Jolly / Sturdy body
Gender: Male
Age: Teenager
Ability: Shield dust

STR 2 / AGI 0+2 / INT 2 / CHA 4

Total Points Left: 2/10
Type Bonus: Bug -> Agility

Poison sting / Bug bite / Electroweb

Inventory:

-Mother's gift
----Description: A dark green, very worn template scarf. Helmond cherishes it above all else.

========== WRITTEN TEST ==========

Streets winded, split, merged and twisted. Houses and stores of all shapes and sizes were stacked atop one another haphazardly, threatening to fall over and crush everyone on the pavement below. Cordelia skipped over a slightly tilted tile, and she couldn't shake the feeling it wasn't the first time they'd passed that tile.
"You said you knew the way here," she complained.
"I did!" the wurmple in front of her said with far too little apology in his voice. "Then they decided to level the place and rebuild it as an even bigger mess!"
"So my guide managed to get lost."
"Hey, I'm not lost." He turned his horned head at her. "I would've found the place by now if I could climb walls. I'm escorting you though, so…"
"Actually, I know vine whip." Cordelia stretched out a small green appendage from under her yellow collar. "Problem solved."
"Oh, cool! Then we can just…" The wurmple halted. "Never mind, found it."

--- --- ---

The servine gently pushed open the door, peering inside. Despite the array of windows, it was somehow a bit dim inside. Tables were neatly lined up across the entire floor, most of them set, some of them occupied. As she took it all in, a golduck, dressed in black and white, approached her. The waiter gestured her to follow him, and so she did. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for the person she was supposed to meet. They never gave her a description, only a place and a time; Café Obscurité, at noon. Then, the waiter stopped. Before her was the person she'd have found the most unlikely to be a guild representative.

"Hey, pull up a seat. Order your favorites; this one's on the Guild's checkbook."

A furret. Scruffy fur, lanky build, old news boy cap; he stands out about as much as a homeless man in a five-star restaurant. Either the hunters have a weird sense of humour, or they're just eccentric.
"Greetings." She decided it was best to make a good first impression, just in case. No mistakes, by the book. "You're with the hunter's guild, I presume? My name is Cordelia. Apologies for being late."
"Ah, don't sweat it," the wurmple smiled. He'd somehow appeared in the chair next to her. "You got lost, it happens to the best of us. Especially the best of us. Besides, it's only slightly past noon."
"Wait, aren't you supposed to…" She stopped herself just in time. "…call a waiter? Erm, yeah."
Don't show him he's not supposed to be here, Cordelia said to herself. You have everything under control, just play it cool until you can tell that brat to scram.

"No need," the furret smiled.
Promptly, an empoleon waiter appeared next to their table. He handed a beautifully decorated menu to all three of them, but the Furret briskly gave it back.
"The usual," he commented.
The waiter stayed quiet, but Cordelia could see contempt in his eyes. At least he kept it well-hidden; the furret never noticed.
"I'll take the same, then." She really hoped that wasn't a bad thing, but the waiter looked content.
"Yeah, good idea." The wurmple, too, folded up his menu and gave it back. "Let's have a 'the usual' party."
If looks could kill, Cordelia's glare would be equivalent to antrax. This kid was getting on her nerves, and he refused to realize that one simple fact. Either their host didn't care, or wouldn't show it.

"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."

He wiggled his paws, tapping them together.
"That's, er… reassuring." Cordelia started getting the sneaking suspicion that everyone she met today was either slightly crazy or a waiter.

"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?"

He impatiently clicked his tongue, but listened to her anyway.
"Well, where to start…" Cordelia gulped. This got really personal all of a sudden. "A while ago, my hometown… It burned down. I'd have died right there and then if somebody hadn't saved me."
Both pokémon stared her down as she talked. She knew they were just respectfully paying attention, but it felt… weird.
"That person became both a goal and inspiration to me. I wanted to meet them again, and if that wasn't possible… The next best thing would be becoming like them myself. I want to save pokémon in danger, or just… help, you know? Do something good. Not for myself, but for everyone else."
"And hunters are totally awesome of course," the wurmple added with a small nod.

"All right. Respectable, yeah. Down the list..."

He dug up a small piece of paper from somewhere, pretended to take a glance at it, then balled it up and tossed it away. The empoleon had apparently seen his act before, as he was already waiting to pick it up.

"What can you bring to the Hunters? What skills or talents can you utilize for us?"

He doesn't seem to take the question very seriously, just the answer.
"I'm a bit of a backseat driver, to be honest." Yes, honesty is good, right? "I excel at leading roles, or long-range combat. So long as I can back away quickly enough, I'm golden."
"What she's trying to say is that she needs us big guys to do the dirty work," the wurmple said, again with that innocent, oblivious, aggravating smile.
She finally snapped. "What do you mean 'us big guys'? You're like half my size!"
"Yup, and you're six times my age. I don't see how that matters."

"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... Yeah, formalities. I think that's the word he used. Whatever that means."

Cordelia kept silent. Silence was better than losing it like that again. That little brat was ruining everything. Everything.
Cuffin nodded, thought for a moment, then leaned forward with a mischievous expression on his scruffy face.

"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?"

"Aren't the Royal Guard…" Cordelia decided to quickly rephrase that. "I will always use my own reasoning first. So if it would turn out I had to… No, then I'd have to make sure they don't catch me."
"I know right? If they don't catch you, it doesn't matter what anyone thinks of it." For the love of all things holy, someone please shut up that kid.

"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."

He sighed, then leaned back in his chair for a moment. After getting his thoughts in order again, he continued.

"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 jolted forwards again, and his chair almost tipped over. His paws took a hold of the edge of the table, and he made his best attempt to look Cordelia straight in the eye.

"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."

"If this is a test of character, don't bother." Cordelia tried to return the gesture, but just couldn't pull off the look. "I am ready. This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. I know what I'm doing and I'm going through with it."
The furret returned to his seat, and that mischievous smirk surfaced again.

"Is that so? Well... to be honest, I would've blamed ya, actually. Who doesn't wanna know everything about everybody? Life is all about keepin' yer options as open as possible 'til the right moment."

"You said it," Cordelia agreed.
"Oh, look, the usual is here!" Helmond clapped his tiny front legs in glee as the waiter approached.
The empoleon balanced three plates on his flippers, each occupied by a freshly-made sandwich.
"Hurray, the usual has tamato! I love tamato!"
Cordelia couldn't help but notice how the waiter allowed himself to smile at the child.

"Before we eat... Let's toast, to the new recruits."

Cuffin brushed one glass off the table, but caught it before it hit the floor. He then casually lifted the almost-empty glass towards the two pokémon across the table.

"...That's you, just so ya know."

--- --- ---

Once outside, Cordelia counted to ten.
"That went well!" the wurmple informed her.
She took a shaky, post-adrenaline breath before replying. "Look, kid. I appreciate you bringing me here. But maybe next time, you shouldn't follow people on private, supposedly-secret meetings in a fancy restaurant."
"But it was so exciting!" He started making frantic gestures. "I mean, it was all serious hunter stuff and stuff and then he asked us questions and then-"
"See, that's where it went wrong." Cordelia crossed her arms. "He started asking me questions. As far as I know, you didn't get an invitation."
"Oh. I needed one? Whoops. No matter. Cheer up, you're a hunter now! We could go save some people if that'd make you feel better. Or put out forest fires."
"See, there you go again. I could save some p-" Then it hit her.
What had Cuffin said again? 'Let's toast, to the new recruits'? Recruits. Plural.

"Oh no."
"No? Alright, then we could explore the city some more. Have you seen the living statue yet? It's really big!"
"Oh no. This is all a huge mistake." Cordelia rushed back inside. "CUFFIN!"
The furret was gone. The entire table was gone. Even the empoleon was gone.
"He's gone," the wurmple told her.
"Oh, now that you mention it." She kneeled to look him straight into the eye. "Look, kid. I know what you're thinking, but we can't be teammates. Cuffin made a mistake. Being a hunter is dangerous. And besides, I don't even know your name."
"It's Helmond! There, fixed." He leaned his head sideways. "But you're right, the hunter life is dangerous."
"Good. I'm glad you understand." She got back up again, and patted him on the head.
"Yeah, I should probably let mom know where I'm going first."

This kid was really getting on her nerves.
In which Helmond proves to be an excellent spy right off the bat. Infiltrated Cordelia's team like a pro. Poor girl is in for a treat.

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This is a collab team between Neprezi and yours truly! Go check out her part here! It's so prettyyyy~

Pretty sure there's gonna be more text here later. Until then, pancakes.

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cailas-moon's avatar
Real quick note: this version of the app still lists Cordelia's ability as Contrary. You'll need to swap it out with Overgrow.