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Open Sinnoh Folk Story 2

Awkward was awkward. After the initial hi's between her and New Chick, whose name she found out was Ura (didn't mean she still wouldn't have these mental nicknames she did for people), she went silent for a bit as well.

The both of them, she thought, didn't really seem that... social. But maybe that was her kind of people, rather than the jabby yapyaps she had to deal with all the time. Oh huh? That leader lady was talking... she needed to listen.

So something about studying... trees? She didn't really know much about trees. She supposed whichever ones looked the most... gnarled were the oldest. She looked around and saw a few were indeed rather gnarly and succumbing to rot. Maybe they were close to Celebi... she didn't really know in any case.

And then she heard Fer volunteer to go flying. Well, wasn't much for her to do. Neither Psychic nor Flyer. She wondered vaguely if she would ever be useful... maybe if they were powering some sort of electronic device. Not in a forest though.

Getting a bit anxious of the awkwardness, she decided to talk to Casual New Chick.

"Can you turn into something that flies? 'Cause I can't... looks like I'll have to chill."
 
Fer didn't like he way that Shana girl had looked at him... It was like she was sizing him up, quizzing him silently. He shrugged to himself, metal feathers clinking all across his back. He concentrated intensely for a moment, his normal look of curiosity dropping, leaving his face as blank as a mirror.

His eyes flickered for a moment, going pure silver for a few seconds; it completely replaced the normal mix of white, black, and tawny gold. His pelt rustled of its own accord and leaped across Fer's head, draping itself loudly over his upper torso as well. His vision filled with blinding silver-grey, Fer crouched as he transformed. His pelt gained a more lifelike quality, the feathers standing separate from each other as they had in life. The entire mass, boy and pelt, glowed steel-grey for moments before the light grew into a bubble, which quickly retracted into the shape of a Skarmory and gained defined features.

Fer cawed in a moderate sort of way, tasting yet again the life of a Skarmory. His vision, tainted with a very slight haze of grey, was incredibly sharp. His body was at once more heavy and more light than before; he felt the added weight in its entirety, but the Skarmory body was able to take that strain and more in stride.

Fer looked keenly around, waiting for others to step forward. He flapped his wings, a flurry of shiny steel, and landed on a nearby branch that was only somewhat affected by the rot and pestilence that spread across the forest and beyond. Even so, he had to constantly sidle closer to the trunk, as the creaks and groans of the branch scared him slightly.
 
"Er... yeah, I can, actually," responded Ura, flushing slightly. "But I guess I could, you know, stay down here if you needed me to... I doubt she was paying attention when I said what I could transform into, and afterwards, she'll probably have forgotten," she added, jerking her head at Shana.
 
Shana smirked, placing a hand on the tree and glanced over her shoulder at the girl.

"You do realize I can hear you, yes? Miss Ura, the Dragonair. The question is, are you able to stay in the air for a long period of time...if you haven't practice, it'll be a strain on your body...And we'll still need a Psychic Volunteer. Anyone brave enough to fly up on the back of a flyer?"
 
Grace was listening carefully to the conversation of navigating the forest. One person had volunteered to fly above it... but unfortunately, they had no other flying Pokemon. And they might have gotten lost, as Shana had brought up. Questioningly, she glanced around, until she heard the suggestion of a psychic volunteer. Since no one else was replying, she might as well.

"Kirlia is a pretty light Pokemon," she put in, stepping forward a bit, "and I wouldn't really mind riding on the back of a Skarmory." She suppressed a shiver, but had only done so because she was afraid that it would be cold up in the air; she wasn't fearful because of the air itself.
 
Silas stepped through the woods calmly. He kept looking left an right, but never found anything of interest. The pelt on his shoulder was hot under his jacket. No doubt it reeked.

To be honest, Silas wasn't even quite sure why he was out here. But why did it matter? He was supposed to hurry, but why should he rush to meet the needs of some weaker people? Huh. Well, maybe there'll be some real people. Someone with half a brain or small strength. He stopped. What...? That must be them. Yes it has to be.

Silas approached the circle of people... Holding hands? When did hippies start camping out here?
 
Ura blushed harder, turning her head to Arylett. "Sorry," she apologized, before allowing the transformation to take her over.

Ura wasn't sure what she exactly looked like when she transformed, only what it felt like. She could feel her arms folding into her torso, the bones fading, and her legs fusing together, merging with her spine to become a long tail. She felt her hair shrivel up, although she didn't know much about what it did, whether it fell off, or folded and merged into her head like her limbs, or got sucked back into her skull. The horn grew out of her forehead, her eyes changed shape, and her overall shape changed. Finally, her throat and the end of her tail swelled, leaving crystallic blue orbs, appearing to move from within.

It was over in an instant.

Glancing back at Arylett one more time, she curled herself into a coil, then sprang into the air and took flight, hovering above to wait for the others.
 
"Well I can fly," said Joe loudly but not shouting, he then added "I can't carry anyone if you are thinking of suggesting that though." He wasn't being rude he just knew gligars more glided than flew.

With that he held his pelt feeling it merge with him, his hands changing into razor sharp pincers, his feet and legs fading into nothing and his needle sharp tail growing in their place, he felt his skin on his arms join his body forming spike tipped wings and finally he head changed shape and grew fangs.

He moved his wings riding the air up above to see trees all around except for the clearing where everyone had met up, he wondered whether it would be an idea to cut a tree and count the number of rings, he decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea
and began scanning the ground.
 
Misquer shrugged at the teachers as he began to follow the other students. Sure, bugs weren't all that useful, but he had to have a role in here somewhere. After a few seconds he switched his attention back to the sliding group of people, all carrying a variety of items most likely used to change their form. They seemed like they wanted to stop, or maybe hurry. Misquer couldn't tell. Apparently the girl called Shana was the leader; everyone seemed to be paying attention to her. And now they were discussing how to get above the treetops.

"Insects are useless," Misquer grumbled, intentionally saying it aloud, but only quietly. He didn't want to complain too much when the mission was so important, but they had barely started moving and he was already afraid he would just be tagging along in the back with his poisonously spotted mushroom hat in hand.
 
Her dark eyes bulged somewhat in shock. Aaaaah, so that was that Dragonair Girl?! She had totally forgotten. How unassuming she had looked! Casual Chick's Dragonair Girl... huh. Was she really the only one with such a lame ass Pokemon other than Beautifly Guy? And why wasn't he offering his flying services anyhow?

But no! No! Don't let that look of shock overtake your face... just look cool... casual... blank expression... yes... that's it.

All she did was just wave at Ura and seem to shrug off her apology, as if she wasn't bothered by the fact that she was flying off in a five times cooler form and leaving her there. So had Fer. Ah well, though, ah well! Just don't think about it.. yeah.

She looked around to see who else had remained, in attempts to keep herself distracted. So there was Bossy Abrupt Chick (she didn't really want to talk to her) and some other people she... wasn't really that comfortable talking about. (Presumably, Beautifly Boy would go off with them eventually to fly too)

So she did what she did best. Stand there awkwardly, silently, and uselessly.
 
I'm Psychic, but not really a flyer. I'm an Espeon, but I could search the area perimeters with Psychic energy. Espio telepathed to the group. He waited for a response from Mewtwo.

"And I'm neither a flyer nor Psychic. I am an Umbreon, the opposite of my twin brother." Eclipse could barely manage loud enough for the group to hear.
 
"Tsk. One left...yours, Mewtwo?"

"Yes. He is usually late at times. I'll deal with it."

Mewtwo turned his students that remained, a slightly annoyed look on his serious face. He closed his eyes and started to glow a faint purple.

"You should all be with the group now. I'll teleport you there myself then."

With a flick of his cloak, the remaining students were teleported to the group.

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"Aye. That's why I said the psychics would be riding on the flyer's back. All we need from the psychic is to give us info from the trees above. Grace the Kirlia...and Espio the Espeon. I do hope you are brave enough to wager a flight with the fliers. We'll wait down here..."

Shana then shrugged her cloak off, folding it up and slipping it into her bag. She then pulls the pelt closer to her body. Her body felt like it was being embraced by the warmth of flames, the pelt fusing with her body. She could feel her form growing larger, her bones twisting and reshaping to those of canine structures. After the transformation was complete, she turned to the group, her pale blue eyes looking toward them.

"I'll start smelling around, maybe I can catch a scent of old trees."

She then chuckles under her breath a bit.

"And let me guess...you didn't know you could understand the speech of Pokemon, did you? Well, good to know now. It may come in useful if we come across...unpleasant beings during our travels."

With that said, she lowers her head and starts to scent the ground below*
 
Silas stared at the area around him. Great. He thought as he laid eyes on the group. New "Friends." Not feeling very social, he just walked to the edge and leaned on a tree. Let's just see how long it takes for them to notice me. Not exactly something I look forward to.

And as these thoughts ran through his head, so did one other thing: .... Wait a minute.... WHERETHEHELLAMI?
 
Okay, so Shana had apparently acknowledged the fact that Grace had volunteered. Good. Satisfied, she began walking closer to the Skarmory, hoping that he hadn't forgotten who he was. But why would he? She hadn't forgotten what she was supposed to be doing when she had turned into a Kirlia. Quickly, as if she had done it many times before, Grace reached behind her neck and unlatched the sapphire necklace that had previously been attached. Quickly she replaced it in a small pocket, and directly after, produced a nearly identical but at the same time more intricate ruby necklace. This time, more slowly, she put this necklace on. She felt her form growing smaller, her pants turning into a dress and her hair inexplicably fusing together. Her wide eyes were now those of a Kirlia's, and she looked up into the Skarmory's amber eyes as if she wanted help getting on.
 
The first to notice the newcomer was Arylett, who was bored and not really doing much else but looking around for something to do. She figured her form wouldn't come much in handy. Her eyes flicked over to the rather Tall Boy leaning on a tree. (Or at least to her, he was tall. She was so short!)

All she did was stare at him, not saying anything nor approaching. She wasn't one who would go up to somebody first. That was far too insanely social for her. Maybe he'd notice her, maybe he wouldn't. She kinda hoped he would, she could use some entertainment.
 
With a hisscreech of metal joints, Fer lowered himself lower onto the ground, his wings spread out like a ramp. His eyes stared brightly at the girl; that was why she didn't have a pelt. He had thought her necklace was different.

Fer had an idea. How fun.

If you can hear this, he thought, you should probably get out of my mind. It's probably no fun for anyone but me.

He grinned as best he could in the body of a Skarmory, his eyes still catching light in a distracting manner. He found that although Skarmory vision was highly sensitive at night, it was very, very good during the day. He could see a miniature pin balanced on a normal pin in perfect detail. It was cool.
 
Someone was watching him. Silas felt it, in his gut. A whole year of being out in nature had helped him get a feeling of being watched.

His eyes drifted open, and flicked from one person to another, and they stopped at the dark-haired girl with glasses. God forbid she should try to befriend me, or even try to pester me. His eyes shifted back to the empty space in front of him, and closed once more as he went back to his own thoughts.
 
((I suppose I get Ura))

Espio nodded towards Shana, supposed to be a coutesy bow, and walked over yo Ura.
I don't suppose an Espeon could ride on a Dragonair's back, so I'll stay a human. he said, doing his and Eclipse's signature "step jump" onto Ura's back, and grabbed on to her horn. "I'm ready." he said out loud, he realized; it was the first time he heard his voice in two years, and it startled him.

Eclipse stayed on the ground. I believe in you, Espio. she thought, hoping he would read her mind. Espio smiled and nodded.
 
Grace hesitated for a moment, as the amazement that was slowly rising in her was distracting. But then she heard something... it sounded like a voice? Oh, right. It was the Skarmory boy's voice, wasn't it? Now that she was sure, she nodded approvingly. Okay. Her voice was fading out at the end as she severed the mind connection cautiously, then climbed gingerly onto the back of the Skarmory. She was sure to be gentle as she sat down just behind his neck, keeping her legs up beside her so that they weren't hurt, or even cut off, by the metal bird's sharp wings.

"Are you ready?"
 
Jude wished he could say something to Ura, but he was speechless. When she had transformed, she became a beautiful Dragonair. A freaking Dragonair. It made him look like he had even more of a loseriffic Pokemon.
He didn't speak up about wanting to join the flying Pokemon, he wouldn't be able to carry any of them on his back, and he didn't want to reveal how sissy his Pokemon was. Besides, he has a slight fear of flying. Bad experience on an airplane.
It was then that he heard the mushroom-capped kid. He slightly flinched, but turned around to the back to confront him.
"Hey, insects aren't all that bad. I mean, look at Scyther. And Ariados! Those are some pretty bad-ass insects, am I right? I mean, even Parasect looks cool with its pincers and its poison, unlike some girly Beautifly that's only good for looks and testing out flyswatters."
 
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