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Who: Akechi, Ren, & Perrin
What: Toedally Missing
Where: Around Death Blood Murder Skull Town.
Warnings: Sleepy froggies.

The Outpost remains largely an enigmatic territory, despite the recent missions and establishment of "Death Blood Murder Skull Town," as Flowey so 'lovingly' called it. Akechi had to admit, he got a chuckle out of seeing the name plastered on the quest board, but for as comical as it all was, they had work to do.

Luckily, he's worked with Ren and Courier Six before. And, with an additional groupmate, it should be easier to ensure that Ren doesn't overextend himself. He's recovered fairly well, but he's not out of the woods yet!

As they make their way through the grasslands, Akechi lands on one of the stones by the river to take in their surroundings. "We may need to question the Pokémon native to the area. Water doesn't give us an easy means to track our missing frog, though I suppose Courier Six-san does have an advantage in that regard."

He'll let the others weigh in, of course, as it's only fair. They may have insights or observations, particularly given Ren's sharp sense of hearing and smell.

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"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Ren's ears and nose twitch, trying to figure out if he can catch Politoed's scent... but it's no good. While he's gotten better at picking up on scents and sounds, he's not nearly as good as any of the natural pokemon, or Firepaw.

(Thinking about him hurts. Ren puts it aside, for now.)

"I'm not really picking anything up," he sighs, then turns to Courier Six. "You see anything?"

Edited 2025-09-09 20:23 (UTC)

Sometimes, it was awkward being the tallest of the group. And sometimes, it was awkward being the eldest of the group.

Yet, it had advantages. His tail swished across the ground, as he kept his good eye out. His expression was still calm, as always. Almost a bit nostalgic, watching the two, yet he wouldn't say why. "No - not yet. Water doesn't seem disturbed."

He almost seems to be expecting bloodshed or violence or... something, by his tone of voice.

Hm. A lack of disturbance suggests calm waters. Otherwise, there'd be splashing. Signs of blood. Something more.

"Then it seems we've no choice but to gather information."

It just so happens that a Slowpoke pops its head out of the water at that precise moment.

"Bird."

How... perceptive.

Well. Maybe this Slowpoke knows something?

"Heya," Ren's quick to greet the Slowpoke, who dopily blinks at him. Is it... looking through him? Well, he can deal with that. "Hate to bother you, but we're looking for someone. Have you seen someone called Politoed? Bipedal, froglike. Green?"

Sloooooooooow blink.

Perrin leans down to the Slowpoke, who also seems to be staring past him. His gaze follows the Slowpokes' for a time, before looking back.

Another slow blink from the Slowpoke. Before it opens' its mouth...

For a yawn, slowly stretching out and moving a bit more out of the water. Perrin tilts his head. "How... illuminating."

But, who knows! Maybe it knows where it's going. Or where a green thing is.

The Slowpoke spends several more seconds staring at the group. Slow blinking, a yawn, and then a giggle. "Frogs are funny." Very astute observation. "Golduck said something, over..."

An agonizingly slow pause follows, before the Slowpoke points its tail to the east. "There."

Losing patience, Akechi flutters into the air. "Very well. We'll find this Golduck and hope they have more pertinent information."

Edited 2025-09-11 16:59 (UTC)

So very slow. It takes Ren some effort not to ask over where, but then Slowpoke answers, much to his relief. He's quick to follow after Akechi.

"Akechi, be nice," Ren playfully scolds, before waving to the Slowpoke. "Thank you for the info!"

Hopefully they'll find Golduck soon. He turns to Courier Six. "You seeing any Golduck?"

Edited 2025-09-12 18:08 (UTC)

After a few moments, the Dragonite lets out a groan - and flaps his wings a few times, taking to the air for a few moments. Before: "Are Golduck the blue or yellow ones? They really sound like they'd be the yellow ones, but this place is fu-- weird enough that they might not be."

"Psyduck is the yellow, unassuming one. I saw one the other day, whining about a migraine at a coffee shop." The coffee could never compare to Ren's or Sojiro's, of course, but that's beside the point.

Joining Courier Six, he scours the area. Duck, duck, duck...

"...Hm. No. That fluffy, blue one looks more akin to a first stage like Psyduck." Squinting, he turns around. "Hmm... Odd. There's a creature to the northeast that looks vaguely duck-like, but with distinct spiky features."

But it's something, so perhaps they ought to start there.

Unlike the other two, Ren can't fly, so the best he can do is stand on his hind legs and look around like that. He thinks he sees what Akechi is talking about...

"It's as good a start as any. Let's see if they know something?"

Edited 2025-09-14 16:11 (UTC)

As they approach, the Golduck seems to be messing with the reeds by the river, parting them before huffing. There seem to be a few Psyduck tangled in it. "Honestly, it's grown far too fast this season--"

Courier Six looked to the smaller Pokemon, before giving a tilt of his head. "Guess that's our target."

Ah, good. Then perhaps it's time to lay on the charisma.

Clearing his throat, Akechi lands with a graceful flourish. "Good afternoon! I realize you're a bit preoccupied, but we're members of the guilds of Bottlecap Bay, and we're presently in search of a missing Politoed."

"They're bipedal, froglike, and green," Ren adds helpfully, watching Golduck parting the reeds. They seem agitated, muttering to themselves, while the Psyduck occasionally whine about a headache. Hmm...

He jumps up on Courier Six' shoulder, and whispers, low enough that only Akechi and him can hear: "maybe, if we help them with that reed, they'll help us find Politoed faster."

The Golduck turns to them. "Your kind have sharper claws - if you focus on freeing them, I think I saw some green Pokemon in some direction."

But it seems answers will come with helping out, first.

It's fair enough, Akechi supposes. A favor for a favor. So, rather than protest, he flutters over and readies his beak and talons for the task.

"Very well. We'll gladly assist you in your... predicament."

Ren jumps down from Courier Six' shoulder, unsheathing his claws as he lands. "Don't worry, we'll be done in no time."

He approaches the reeds, carefully assessing the situation, before unleashing a well-placed Scratch, cutting some of them down. It doesn't completely free the Psyduck, but it's a start.