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Open Sinnoh Folk Story 2

Ura gasped slightly as someone got on her back, not expecting it in some kind of lapse of thought.

What? Who's doing that?

She twisted her head around to see a boy, about the same age as her, with brown hair.

Huh. Wonder why he isn't transformed? Is he psychic in his human form or something?

"Er... Hi," she said.
 
Ven was just teleported by Mewtwo when some other late apprentice arrived. Damnit, this is what I get for thinking to deeply. He looked at the newcomer and he seemed confused. He looked like he may be useful in a fight. MAY. He went up to the boy and patted him on the shoulder.

"In case you are confused, we are in the middle of a forest, apparently holding Celebi. One of our 'targets for the lack of a better word. And I suggest we should catch up."

He went up to the woman who he was sure was the leader in their 'mission'.

"I apologize for being late. But may I ask, what is our next step?"
 
Silas raised his head at the kid who patted him on the shoulder. Idiot, I know we're in damn forest! And catch up? We're only ten feet from them, it's not exactley a cross-country run! Silas ignored the kid, returning to his previous position. Morons.
 
Shana lifted her head from the ground, pale blue eyes staring at the boy. She chuckled under her breath, noting that he was one of the late ones from the meeting. She lowered her head to face the boy, eyes flicking to the other young man in a tree.

"Right now the main point is to have strong flyers with psychics scope the forest from above for the oldest tree in this place. Myself, I'm looking for a scent as we speak. But before that, please tell me your name and your morph. It'll come in handy for me to know so I'll know when you would be most...useful in lack of a better word."

She then sniffs back at the ground below, one ear perking. She rises her voice to call up to the fliers.

"Look to the West. There is this elder scent from that way."

She then looks back at the group.

"To those that can't keep up in both human or Pokemon form, as in run and not get separated, I am willing to give them a lift on my back. Just be use to hold on tight once I get moving."
 
Hmm... well, her form was probably... one of the slower ones, she presumed. Ah, to be an Electric type that was slow... kinda sad, really.

So she decided to take Abrupt Leader Lady up on her offer. Arylett stepped up silently and nodded, hoping that this would communicate the message that she was going to ride on her back. Then she slowly tried to climb on, ensuring that her large red bag was safely secured.
 
Misquer considered this for a moment. Parasect was not the fastest Pokémon ever, especially compared to things like Arcanine. And it couldn't really hold onto anything without hurting it. Parasect was also surprisingly heavy and would take up most of the space on the back of an Arcanine. Maybe Misquer was being too pessimistic, even if he did have to keep up with these people.

He stepped forwards to introduce himself quietly.

"I'm Misquer," he told Shana. "My morph is... Parasect."
 
Shana smiled as Arylett climbed up her back, staying still as to not cause the girl to slip. When one of the others approached her, she slide her eyes to the boy's direction as he begun to speak.

"I'm Misquer. My morph is... Parasect."

Shana stared at the boy, shifting around to face him once she was sure the girl on her back was secure. She lifted a paw and placed it on the boy's head, a look of interest in her eyes.

"Parasect...as in the Mushroom pokemon. Why didn't you speak up before, you would be perfect to help this as well. I need you to transform quickly and scout the trees. Being a fungus-based pokemon, you can judge the age of the trees past the decay from Celebi's sickness. You can help judge the age of the passing trees to ensure we are going in the right direction."

She then glances up at the girl, or tried to at least.

"And you...the smell...is that a electric type? That should come in handy later on."

She then looked to the rest, clearing her throat.

"Now...is there anyone else that would like a lift?"
 
Grace watched the others patiently as they worked out their individual situations. At first, she, too, thought the Parasect man was going to have trouble -- Flaaffy was at least soft and light -- but it turned out that the crustacean-like Pokemon would actually be useful. Grace was intelligent, but honestly, she would never have thought of how the bug's ties to fungus would help their situation; after all, fungus was a major cause of decay in trees.

As soon as those thoughts were over, she looked at the Skarmory a bit abashedly. "Sorry, but... I never really caught anyone's introductions. What did you say your name was?" Her voice was quiet, as if she shouldn't have been asking the question.
 
Fer's metal beak snapped open, making a very slight metallic scrape. He rolled his shoulders (were bird shoulders called shoulders?) and spoke.

"Oh, my name is Feratu," he said, murmuring the last part. He hate his full name. His voice came out metallically, as if he was speaking into a tin can. "And you're..." Fer thought back a bit, his head pointing up. "Grace? Is that it?"

Fer had a pretty good memory for names, and details in general as well.
 
Jude was pretty confident that he could keep up if he flew, but then again, he had no idea how fast an Aracanine could run. It could be a problem. He took a step forward.

"I'm Jude, and, well, do you think that a Beautifly could keep up with an Arcanine if flying? Because I am one... a Beautifly, I mean. I just didn't speak up earlier because I'm too small to carry anyone else on my back if I flew. Oh, and if I can't keep up by flying, can I also rest on you? I'm super light in Pokemon form!" He asked, cheesy smile spread across his face.
 
"What happened to Beautifly being 'only good for looks and testing out flyswatters' your exact words not mine," shouted down Joe from his spot where he had been listening and trying to spot differences in the trees with minimal success.
"So Celebi is in the west I thought the trees looked differnet," he said this was true they seemed taller, "Hang on I though Beautiflies always flew and couldn't land," he added to the boy who said he transformed into a Beautifly.
Finally sweeping his wings he flew higher and aimed his glide westward hoping that it was the right way.
 
Looking up at Joe, Jude replied, "Well, I guess flying's a good thing, too."

"Well, Beautiflies have to sleep at some point, right? So they've gotta land somewhere, and they've gotta be able to land!" Then again, he still didn't know very much about his own Pokemon.
 
Arylett nodded in response to Leader Lady's question. She sighed and then thought about it for a moment as she heard parts of Beautifly Boy's conversation with that other guy... well... hmm. Flaaffy would probably be a lot lighter to carry, but her grip would probably be significantly reduced. She wanted to take her form... and yet at the same time, she didn't.

So she decided to consult the one who she was riding. Hey, if anybody knew better, it was the Leader, wasn't it?

"Should I... uh... transform...? I'm lighter that way..."
 
Shana glanced at the sky, noting that one of the fliers had taken off to the west. She smiled a bit, glad that someone had listened before returning her attention to the group. This time it was the young man with the Beautifly pelt. She nodded as the boy explained why he wouldn't be of any use, telling him when he stopped for a breath that all our forms are important for the mission. After he finished and asked what would be lighter for her she heard the voice of Arylett on her back asking a simliar question.

"Human or not, you will not be a burden. The only time it would be is if we need to make room for more people. Right now I can carry you both as is...but if you prefer your pokemon forms, then be my guest. I just hope you'll be able to hold on once I start moving...which will be soon. We don't want to lose sight of one of our team."

She then lowers herself to the ground a bit.

"Who is ever getting a ride, hop on now before I have to bolt."

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(Now time for some DMing)

The forest from the bird's eye view looks like any other forest in this time. Old, dying, and more brown than green. The smell of dead and rotting leaves are fainter in the air. to the pleasure of the ones flying. One flyer to be specific, Joe, flew to the west on the advise of the leader. At first glance the trees look all the same, but as you fly on you notice the vast size of the trees and the height they stand at. In the distance, you can see a circle-like clearing made up of mighty elder oaks. Once a proud sight in the past, now look to be suffering from the toxins in the ground and are turning into dryied up branches.
 
He shrugged. "Meh, I might as well change to make some more room for others. And I have to get used to this form more often, anyway."

Jude stopped pressing the pelt to his chest, unfolding it before slinging it across his shoulders. The Beautifly pelt lay flat against his shoulders, almost appearing to be the actual skin. The two dusty wings seemed to protrude from his shoulder blades, like he actually was capable of flight. In a matter of seconds the pelt seemed to spread across and envelope his skin; pointy shoulder blades turned into beautiful wide wings, his body shrank in size yet his head enlarged and became more spherical. Ears became two long black antennae that quivered in the wind. His hazel eyes grew large and round, taking up half of his head. Finally, Jude stuck out his tongue, which thinned out but grew longer before ending in a curl.

The Beautifly boy took flight, voice a much higher pitch and definitely feminine when he said, "Now boarding Arcanine Express!" He fluttered over to the top of Shana's head, not taking into consideration if it would bug the leader of the students or not. He took a look over his shoulder at the other passangers. "I hope none of you throw up on me if you suffer from motion sickness if this is a bumpy ride," Jude joked.
 
She felt pressured to transform now. Even Beautifly boy was doing it... and he seemed to hate his form as much as she hated hers. Hmm... should she... shouldn't she? Probably, it would make little sense that she should, considering her grip would be far reduced, but... she would be the one of the few left in human form.

Aah, peer pressure. Well, if nearly everyone else was doing it... eh. She'd justify it by using Beautifly Boy's logic; might as well get used to it.

"I guess I will too... just in case."

A bit reluctantly and a bit excitedly, she took out her own pelt and began the chore of slowly slipping it on, feeling its pink skin meld onto her skin. The Flaaffy's fleece became her hair, and its small dark eyes hers. It had been a while since she had done this, so it felt quite bizarre. Her body was being squeezed into a place much smaller than it. She inhaled sharply, hoping it would be over soon. What was particularly painful were her arms, which were being shoved into two tiny fingerless limbs and her legs and feet, which were, like her arms, being jabbed forcibly into what felt like a pair of really small shoes. Finally, she felt a limb that she hadn't had before... something that felt like a leg, and yet not like a leg... come to life behind her. A tail.

And with that, it was finally over. She let out an audible sigh of relief, which sounded more like a bleat. Several sparks of electricity danced off her fleece as she sighed, and she could feel herself blushing. Stupid form... she still hadn't quite gotten used to it.

"Oh... sorry... it's been a while."
 
Misquer seemed a bit surprised at being able to scout ahead and checking ages of the trees. He didn't think that Parasect would be really of any use, although he had doubted it because of their surroundings -- as far as he knew, the forest was its natural home. He nodded to Shana. "I'll do my best," he said as he swung his arm up to gently place the venomously-colored hat on his head.

He turned towards the path he guessed they were taking. At least, he guessed because it was the opposite direction from which they had come here. Nevertheless, he would be able to tell by reading the trees... but only as the bug.

The second the rounded hat settled on his head -- that was when the change began. After now he wouldn't be able to grab anything with his hands, as they were going to be crab-like pincers in a minute here. There was another pair of stubby legs, and the mushroom hat was actually growing, and-

The next thing he knew Misquer was smaller than just about everyone else. He waved one of his claws at Shana like some sort of "I'm going now" dismissal, and proceeded to examine the trees. Some had thick trunks, others weak and spindly. He knew from experience that the thicker trees tended to be older, but even so some species were different from others.
 
If he had been human, Jude would've smiled. Instead, the tongue-like protrusion quivered and curled tighter. Cute, he though, but did not say out loud since he thought it might make Arylett feel self-concious.

A spark landed on him, making him seem to squeak loudly in suprise and flutter his wings quickly before settling down. He glanced over to the leaving Parasect, wondering when it'd be his turn to be useful.
 
After sitting and wandering around, Flint had heard bits and pieces of conversation. But the one thing he didn't here was what the heck was he supposed to do? He guessed he could transform. Unwrapping the scarf around his neck, the pelt scarf glowed and began to wrap around his body. In a flash, he became an old friend, Manetric.

"So Boss Arcanine Person Thing, what the heck are all the people on the ground supposed to do? Sniff out trees too? We can't just sit here doing nothing," It was actually pretty stupid. The boss or leader supposed to be giving out orders to everyone, not just her self.
 
That boy with the fnny last name had changed as well, into a Beautifly. How odd. Then Arylett had transformed and let out some sparks, which was cool. He had no idea why she was so embarrassed about being a Flaaffy; maybe if she was a guy.

Fer was getting bored. This was nothing new, of course; he had a rather short attention span and thus was versed in the ways of making things more entertaining (for him, anyway.) The boy decided to have some fun with the Kirliagirl currently perched on his back.

Fer's wings snapped open to their full span, and he whipped them wildly; dust and molding leaves fluttered around like one-winged pidgey as he took off at top speed. He picked an empty patch in the rotting canopy and zoomed through it, a metal blur with a pale green smudge astride it.

Fer, with wingbeats aplenty, soon rose to a moderate height, only a few couple of hundred feet above the forest floor. He was going a lot slower now, and called behind him. "Hang on, I don't want to have to catch you!"

((I cleared the character-control with Darksong.))
 
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