PMD-U Written Application: Team Stargazers

HUNTERS GUILD: Stargazers
Date Joined: October 26th, 2013
Current Funds: 16 St

Merits: 2
Strikes: 1

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Mango
Species: Kecleon
Nature: Rash
Characteristic: Somewhat of a clown
Gender: Male                    Age: 20
Ability: Protean

Strength: 2                  Agility: 4
Intelligence: 3             Charisma: 3

Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma: 1 + 2

Move 1: Lick
Move 2: Thief
Move 3: Brick Break
Move 4: Attract

Inventory:

-Starter Accessory Voucher
----Description: Mahogany brown hood.

-Item 2
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-Item 3
----Description:

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Gillegan
Species: Marshtomp
Nature: Jolly
Characteristic: Proud of its power
Gender: Male                    Age: 22
Ability: Torrent

Strength: 4                  Agility: 2
Intelligence: 3              Charisma: 3

Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Ground  -> Strength: 2 + 2

Move 1: Mud Shot
Move 2: Earthquake
Move 3: Ice Beam
Move 4: Protect

Inventory:

-Starter Accessory Voucher
----Description: Dark red-orange scarf.

-Item 2
----Description:

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

A light orange Kecleon, Mango,  along beside a Marshtomp, Gillegan, walk up to a building. Above them 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 them to speak with a Guild representative. Hopefully they don't expect them to pay...

“Are you sure this is the right place?” The Marshtomp asks, sizing up the restaurant.

“Yeah, I’m sure. My instincts don’t lie.” The Kecleon says with a glint in his jade green eyes and his usual smile which most would find annoying. The moment they step foot inside, the Pokémon at the front desk approaches you and shows the 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, they realize, though he hardly seems like a good fit for the present surroundings.

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

Mango eyes the Furret with caution bit with a bit of interest as he sits down. He slumps back comfortably in the chair with his hands folded, while his partner sits up straight, his shoulders squared. Shortly after they’re situated, an Empoleon waiter arrives at their 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 the Kecleon and Marshtomp, waiting expectantly for the team to order.

Mango eyed the various choices of food on the menu, trying to decide. Some looked odd, some familiar, some in which didn’t even look like food, but they all looked delicious to him. It could just be because he was hungry, but then again that was almost always. “I’ll just have the Fettucine Alfredo and some raspberry wine.” He says as he hands back the menu.

“I’ll take the same please. With water though. No wine.” Replies Gillegan who seemed indecisive. He passes the menu back to the waiter.

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.

“Just something for us to do. I guess mainly because we might find something along the way. Something that will link us with our pasts.” The Kecleon replies with his same clever grin. “See, my partner and I seem to have forgotten most of who we are. It would help to clear the fog.”

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.

Mango’s eyes follow the crumpled up paper but then focuses his eyes back on the Furret. “I’m very agile and am pretty good at tracking from what I know. So if there’s any sneaky stuff that needs to happen, I can easily take the job.”

“Loyalty. That’s good in the Hunter’s right?” Gillegan spoke up, his voice mature and deeper compared to his partner’s smooth tone. “I’ll do whatever they ask.”

"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?"

Mango’s grin widened a bit and his eyes sparked with interest. “Sure. Why not? I’m not even from here and don’t care as far as I’m concerned.” He looks to his partner for agreement, but instead saw him frowning and zoned out. The Kecleon just shrugs and turns back to the Furret, fingering a small golden key he kept hidden within his cloak.

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."

“Secrets are what we’re looking for. The truth that is.” Mango says, his grin dissipating as he grew serious. There was something important. Something that he needed to remember, but there was nothing he could bring himself to. Not even a memory.

“I agree.” Gillegan put in. He seemed to be sizing up the situation in its entirety, seeing what they were getting into.

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. Mango eyes all the food with wanting desire, trying not to salivate. As the waiter 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 Mango considered 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."

Mango grinned and looked to his partner who was smiling also. Then he picked up his class and raised it to meet his partner’s and the Furret’s, clanking them together. “To the new recruits!”