Blaguarro Town Blaguarro Outskirts

[Inkedust]

And it just so happened that strangers, interdimensional ones, would arrive when tensions were just starting to run high.

It was a dusty, otherwise mundane, afternoon when everyone was too busy taking a siesta or working the railway to witness something extraordinary that day. There was no sign or warning, just a flash of segmented light accompanied by the sound of a cracking whip that dumped six pokémon into a lot of construction materials to the audience of a single, wild murkrow.

Two landed on the hard ground in unceremonious fashion; one within a modest pile of coal, coating their fur with soot; another blipped in beneath a pile of old tracks that looked like it could be toppled over by a light breeze, ready to be repurposed for the railway; and one landed in the old minecart that the tracks were built for, the new weight of the sudden occupant sending the rusty thing on a runaway journey towards the town.

Whoever was responsible for the summoning was in need of practice— was that the sound of someone falling from far above?

The murkrow squawked at the pair out in the open with displeasure, shuffling closer to peck at the pale, ghostly zorua in an attempt to scare them off only to be batted away by the zorua's paws, flying off with a frightened caw.

"Shoo! Shoo!" Bellatrix growled, though it sounded more cute than intimidating given that her voice was one belonging to a pup. When it had flown out of sight, she turned her attention to the other pokémon, a blue rockruff, who'd landed beside her. She shoved him with her paws and a stern "Get up!" in an attempt to rouse him, only relenting when she was certain that she'd caught his attention.

She looked around but her ears fell and pinned to the sides of her head when she noticed the very conspicuous absence of the grand majority of spirits from the Nexus. With a deep sign and exasperated look in her eye, Bellatrix demanded, "Where are the others?"

 

[Inkedust]

A manibuzz eyed the small group of pokemon that approached the whichever tower the group picked at the last light of sunset. With an approving nod, the vulture flicked on the light of the tower, dimly illuminating the area around them. It seemed that Anite's word had gotten out quickly. "Other tower's already been lit," she said. "Don't think it matters much given that I don't see any wings on ya, but that's protocol. Best of luck."

She flew off, leaving the group of three pokémon alone. It was quiet and desolate, a wind caused the tower to sway with a rickety creak. However, the light provided plenty of warmth, perhaps a little too much and there was ample hiding place from any curious onlooker from below. So long as they did nothing to draw attention to themselves, they would go unnoticed.

Just what would they see?

 

[Inkedust]

Moltres had flown west, towards the watchtower she had wrecked several days ago. There was no large and bombastic entrance, just a landing in a nearby, rocky clearing where she folded her wings to stare at the railway. She was waiting, it was clear that she wanted an audience for this, fight or no fight. She would not have to wait for long, with both Mhynt and Dave on her tail and their summons across the Wayfarer communications, she would have the pleasure of spreading chaos towards multiple Wayfarers, not just the two she had just contended with.

"Tell me," she said, eyeing the gathering Wayfarers like a child watching an anthill. "Why I should leave these people alone. Why I should leave that railway intact." She paced around the clearing, not moving to attack yet - genuinely interested in hearing what the other Wayfarers had to say. "Is it because you care and wish to stand up for the weak, or only because you want to protect those in power?"

Moltres is mischievous. She seems more interested in using trickery and underhanded tactics to wear down her foes over an all out offence...