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The Arcane Realm: Land of Freedom and Magicks (FFAZ)

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ShadowDRGN- After eventually settling in the hammock, you don't have much trouble getting to sleep. Your body was calling out for it and the gentle rocking of the hammock made it all but impossible to prevent. You awaken after a few hours, your surroundings now darkened, but not too much. At first you think its just the dim glow from one of the cabin's windows, but looking up you soon realise why your surroundings are so well lit despite it being night. The full moon floats high in the sky, the bright white figure was at its peak tonight. While the ability to see was certainly a bonus, you had to remember that the full moon also meant the local Water Pokemon would be enraged. Boss wakes up slowly, but Twist is already up, the Buizel is busy stretching, preparing for his shot at revenge. As you walk back around the front of the cabin, Mal is waiting on the porch. He doesn't say anything, he has already said all he needs to. He simply gives you a reassuring nod before you head off through the forest, making your way back to the edge of the lake.

The trek back through the forest is quick and you soon find yourself back at the edge of the lake. You hear a tremendous roar in the distance, its source currently unknown. It likely to pose a threat, or an immediate one at least. You seem unsure about which direction to head, but Twist seems to know where he is going. The Buizel was obviously familiar with the lake and knew where his adversaries could be located. You follow closely, making sure to not let him get too far ahead. You spot a few Pokemon in the lake from a distance, but you can't get a good enough look to properly identify them. It looks like an absolute frenzy out there though. The energy within the lake is so intense that waves are actually crashing against the shore!

Twist comes to a stop, spotting his adversaries up ahead. The two Corphish are trampling and tearing apart some abandoned nests by the lakeside, overseeing them is a Crawdaunt, whose eyes glow a deep red. Neither it or the Corphish have spotted you yet, giving you a moment to come up with a plan, if you think quickly.
 

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They'd spent a fair bit of time in the Arcane Realm. However everywhere they went, bad luck seemed to follow. Some would say that heading to Fortune's Woods when you've got a case of bad luck is about the stupidest thing you could do. Xander had sound reasoning though. There luck had been bad for quite a while, that meant it had to be close to turning, right? So, if there luck was turning, then maybe they'd finally have some good luck in Fortune's Woods? It was worth a shot anyway. He'd changed his team up a bit, accompanying him now were Bulbasaur and Totodile. The pair didn't exactly get along the best. Totodile was like a whirlwind, the Water type was running around haphazardly, snapping its jaws and flailing its arms. Bulbasaur was much more reserved, she preferred to conserve her energy for a time when she'd need it. The young Bulbasaur was focused, taking in her surroundings, feeling the strength in the earth and plants around her. Most of the Arcane Realm gave off an energy like this, but as they had neared the Fortune's Woods, the energy seemed to change slightly.

Xander stopped at the entrance to the forest, the trees seemed to call to him, like they wanted him to come in. He hesitated slightly, still a bit unsure if he was making the right decision. What if he was wrong about their luck changing? What if it only got worse within the woods? That likely wouldn't end well. If there was something he'd learnt from his time in the Arcane Realm, it was to be open minded, that and to be persistent. Thankfully, Totodile charged into the woods, taking the decision out of his hands. They had to go in....
Some argue that there is no such thing as “luck” in this world. Those people have never ventured into the Fortune Woods, or they would know better.

Whimsical and magical as the place felt, even by Arcane Realm standards, there was something more about this forest that made it fascinating, how someone’s fate seemed to bend and twirl at every turn of a single journey, as if a new divine coin was flipped with every step taken. Dangerous as that may sound, it also has an undeniable allure, especially for someone whose bad luck has seemed so immutable as of late.

Following in after your carefree Totodile, and with Bulbasaur accompanying you close behind, you venture deeper into the Fortune Woods. There’s an undeniable energy in the air, almost palpable but impossible to describe with words. You can’t even spot anything quite out of the ordinary at first, just the usual forest trails that seem to go on forever, merging with the vegetation up ahead, only to reveal themselves a bit more as you keep traversing them with no clear destination in mind. But a short while later, something unusual does catch your eye – a most brief, most mysterious flash of light up ahead!

Totodile sees it too and dashes ahead eagerly; what fascinating find awaits you all?! You follow suit, jump over a bush in your path and discover…

“Aw crap, it ran away.”

… A photographer. So much for the mysticism.

The man in front of you, roughly the same age by your estimate, is holding a fancy-looking camera strapped to his neck. He clearly came dressed for the job too, with a dark green camo outfit granting him a much more professional look than his thick glasses or messy, unkempt black hair would by themselves. Still, looks can be deceiving, as it seems this particular photographer isn’t having much luck at all.

“Oh. A Totodile! Hey buddy, can you, uh, stand still for just a second?”

Completely oblivious to your presence, the man kneels down and aims the lens at your Pokemon mere inches away from his face, no doubt believing the Water-Type to be a wild one. Totodile, in turn, stares back in confusion…

You know your partner better than anyone and how it may react to this stranger’s approach. Is it better to step in or do you let things flow?
 

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The Kingdom of Swords

Encompassing the entirety of the Arcane Realm, the Kingdom of Swords rules over those who make their residence in this mystical place. Though, the main part of the Kingdom is the castle of its ruler, and the small castle town and vast plains that surround it. It is also rumored an ancient tomb of the emperor that founded the Kingdom, which use to be a vast empire, is hidden deep within the castle. (Please respond in RoyalBlue)

0. Fool’s Path - The main road through out the Arcane Realm, it symbolizes the beginning of a journey and has many branching paths that are meant to symbolize life’s many paths. Many new trainers have tread this road, looking to see what adventure would unfold for them.
"Okay listen, for the last time, this is our food!"

This was getting ridiculous. They had been chased for almost two hours all the way back from Empress's Garden over a sandwich!

Geez, who knew something that burly could move so fast?!

Ark and Chimchar were on the run, practically racing along Fool's Path, with a Munchlax of all things in hot pursuit. Chimchar was clearly in favor of stopping and engaging the famished bear, but Ark wasn't so sure he wanted to go that way. For one, beating up a poor hungry wild Munchlax in an area full of passersby might give the wrong idea; on the other hand, imagine if they lost? What would that do to Chimchar's already-shaky confidence?

But it's our last sandwich!

Several ideas crossed his mind as he kept running. Maybe Zorua could use Illusion and pretend to be a roast chicken to distract Munchlax, but that would probably get him eaten; not that the black fox would ever go with the plan to begin with. He could split the sandwich in two, but that probably wouldn't be enough to sate the Big Eater's appetite, nor would the other half be enough to feed both Ark and Chimchar. He could rush into a neaby PokeMart to look more food, even though he was broke, but how wise was it to guide a Munchlax straight into a convenience store? Chimchar's alternative was starting to look more and more inevitable.

Ugh... so be it.

Abruptly, he stopped. Chimchar almost didn't notice it, and Munchlax certainly didn't expect it. Then, Ark held out the sandwich in his right hand, fearlessly and perhaps a bit too dramatically.

"Enough's enough. You want this? Come and get it!"

The bear tilted his head, then grinned happily and ran towards Ark as the tone of challenge in the boy's voice flew right over his head.

"Chimchar, at the ready!"

Like a duel of cowboys, everything stood still for a moment. Then, just as Chimchar was about to engage the bear... a PokéBall from Ark's belt snapped open, and Turtwig emerged. With a happy leap, the Grass-Type grabbed the sandwich from Ark's hand, and swallowed it whole.

"Wh-WHAA?!"

Chimchar and Munchlax quietly stared at Turtwig with dead-eyed expressions, while the turtle happily chewed away. Ark stood there, mouth agape, wondering how Turtwig could be so naïve....

"Well... uh, that... settles it?" he hesitated to say. But since Munchlax seemed to just stand there, looking awfully disappointed rather than turning feral, the impending crisis did seem to be averted. "We should... probably find a way to stock up on supplies! If we had any money, anyway. So, uh, Munchlax, you're happy to tag along if you want! I need to look for a quick-paying job to keep all of you fed..."

In the end, he couldn't bring himself to just shoo the bear away. Say what you will, Munchlax was incredibly persistent; he probably deserved something for his troubles, even if had tormented Ark for the better part of two hours. And so, the quest began to find profitable adventure along the Fool's Path...
 
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Maskerade- After a short food related dilemma, you come to the realisation that you're going to need funds to support the needs of your growing squad. It didn't help that a couple of the Pokemon in your company were absolute gluttons, none more so than the Munchlax that had pursued you for a sandwich. Money or food would solve the issue although both would be great as well! Hopefully the Fool's Path would throw you a bone, as it so often did to weary travellers. You and your Pokemon continue along the well worn road, however Munchlax doesn't take its eyes off its feet. The hungry little bear kicks a pebble along as he goes, such a sullen sod! Suddenly the Normal type's interest perks and its head lifts, nose cocked high. Whatever it smelt was missed by you, although that was hardly surprising. There wasn't many who could compete with the sense of smell of a hungry Munchlax after all.

The running begins again, although this time you find yourself pursuing Munchlax rather than being pursued by it. You sprint for a few hundred metres before you spot your destination, a farmhouse just off the road. Munchlax quickly exhibits its complete lack of boundaries and rushes to the windowsill, where a Bluk Berry pie has been left to cool. The pie sits there innocently, unaware of the danger that it is in. Its aroma is intoxicating, its power over the bear is unnatural. By the time you even get close, Munchlax is all but hovering off the ground. Without an ounce of remorse, he sweeps the pie off the windowsill and promptly buries his face in it. The deed is done in an instant. Munchlax turns around to face you, his tongue still working to clean the scraps of pie from around his mouth.

You can't see anyone around, but clearly someone is here because someone had to make the pie. You could exploit their absence and make a run for it, or you could have a look around and try and find someone to apologise to....
 
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Some argue that there is no such thing as “luck” in this world. Those people have never ventured into the Fortune Woods, or they would know better.

Whimsical and magical as the place felt, even by Arcane Realm standards, there was something more about this forest that made it fascinating, how someone’s fate seemed to bend and twirl at every turn of a single journey, as if a new divine coin was flipped with every step taken. Dangerous as that may sound, it also has an undeniable allure, especially for someone whose bad luck has seemed so immutable as of late.

Following in after your carefree Totodile, and with Bulbasaur accompanying you close behind, you venture deeper into the Fortune Woods. There’s an undeniable energy in the air, almost palpable but impossible to describe with words. You can’t even spot anything quite out of the ordinary at first, just the usual forest trails that seem to go on forever, merging with the vegetation up ahead, only to reveal themselves a bit more as you keep traversing them with no clear destination in mind. But a short while later, something unusual does catch your eye – a most brief, most mysterious flash of light up ahead!

Totodile sees it too and dashes ahead eagerly; what fascinating find awaits you all?! You follow suit, jump over a bush in your path and discover…

“Aw crap, it ran away.”

… A photographer. So much for the mysticism.

The man in front of you, roughly the same age by your estimate, is holding a fancy-looking camera strapped to his neck. He clearly came dressed for the job too, with a dark green camo outfit granting him a much more professional look than his thick glasses or messy, unkempt black hair would by themselves. Still, looks can be deceiving, as it seems this particular photographer isn’t having much luck at all.

“Oh. A Totodile! Hey buddy, can you, uh, stand still for just a second?”

Completely oblivious to your presence, the man kneels down and aims the lens at your Pokemon mere inches away from his face, no doubt believing the Water-Type to be a wild one. Totodile, in turn, stares back in confusion…

You know your partner better than anyone and how it may react to this stranger’s approach. Is it better to step in or do you let things flow?

A photographer? Better than a preppy Kalosian or a hell bent mage at least. It was hard to tell whether they were getting good luck or bad luck at this point, but Xander and Bulbasaur waited patiently to see whether the photographer was getting good luck or bad luck. If his luck was running bad, he'd probably catch a bite on his arm. If his luck was good? Well then he might just get his shot first! Totodile's bewilderment drops as the boy's finger presses down to take the photo. The Water type lunges forward, jaws open and ready to strike. Xander cringes, but lets out a sigh of relief as the Johto starter snaps his jaws shut just short of the camera's lens. That was one lucky kid! Totodile seems kind of flattered once he realises what is happening and even starts to pose. Bulbasaur feigns disinterest, however her eyes dart back and forth. She'd never admit to jealousy, she was too proud for that, but it was obvious that she didn't like Totodile getting all of the attention.

"At least one of us is having some luck", Xander chuckled, hoping to break the boy's fixation on Totodile. "Your lucky he didn't give you a handshake. For Totodile that's when he bites down on your hand and you have to shake him loose......" Totodile let out a chuckle, flapping his arms and feet around wildly. "Would you mind if I had a look at some of your photos? Have you seen anything interesting around here? My name is Xander by the way."
 

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TheKnightFury: The man leaps back in fear as Totodile's jaws snap. Even from where you stand, you can see the photographer is left sweating bullets after the scare, much to the reptile's amusement. It's only after you speak up that your presence is finally acknowledged.

"O-oh! I hadn't noticed you there!" There's a mixture of surprise and relief in his voice. "This one yours? He's not exactly, uh... photogenic, if you don't mind me saying. Standing still's a big part of the process, y'know..."

You notice the man's not wearing any PokéBalls, something takes a whole different sets of spheres when venturing out into the wild... Is he expecting to ward off dangerous beasts with his camera or something? As if sensing your lingering doubts, the man grins and holds up his camera, shouting "Fatal Frame, baby!" in a reference that flies right over your head.

"Anyway, sure, you can take a look at my pics. Not my finest work, but I guarantee they usually turn out fine! But something always seems to happen that messes up my shots in this place - a sudden gust of wind, a Taillow flying right in front of the camera, some random noise scaring away what I'm trying to snap... it's unbelievable!"

He hands you the camera, and sure enough, looking through the digital display on the back, every single one of his photos is a mess one way or another, filled with motion blur or with absolutely nothing of interest in the frame. The only one that is somehow acceptable, ironically, is the last one he took when his hands were inches away from being bitten off.


"A fine mess, I know. There's just something about this place... like it doesn't want me here!" he sighs, taking back his precious camera. "Name's Cameron, by the way. Only reason I became a photographer, to be honest... Anyway - yeah, no, nothing interesting so far, and that's kinda the problem! I came after my dream, y'see, after a Pokemon so rare nobody's really ever seen it for certain - but if I get a picture of it, oooh boy, I'm set for life!"

He reaches into his backpack and proudly shows you his notebook, with a shoddily drawn Pokemon on it. The drawing is so bad, in fact, you can't even tell what species it's supposed to be until Cameron outright tells you.

"The Legendary Sawsbuck of Fortune's Woods! Ever heard of it? 'Course you haven't, you don't look like the kinda guy that wastes two seconds on silly myths. But thing is, this one ain't a myth, I'm sure of that!" he boldly declares, thumping on his chest with his hand to drive home the point. "Y'know how this place is supposed to be all about luck, and fate, and all that stuff? Turns out, there's a reason for that. This Sawsbuck is said to bless anyone who sees it with good luck for life. Hard to miss it too, if the stories are to be believed - this Sawsbuck's leaves never fall, never change, regardless of season - and they're all gold and silver, can you imagine that?!"

He glares at Bulbasaur, who does a poor effort of concealing her skepticism.

"But there's also a witch hiding somewhere in these woods, the "Bringer of Misfortune"; anyone who runs into her is cursed with perpetual bad luck, they say. And that's why your fate fluctuates so much inside this forest - the witch has been trying to hunt down Sawsbuck for centuries, and the closer she gets to him, the worse everyone's luck in the woods becomes. When Sawsbuck manages to lose his pursuer and gets to live some moments of peace and quiet, that's when everyone's luck peaks. Yeah, you can choose to believe it or not, but I don't really care either way . One decent shot of that golden and silver Sawsbuck, and I'm outta here! Thing is... my luck's been absolutely rotten until you showed up and I got no Pokemon to defend myself, sooo..."

You can tell where this is going a mile away.

"... Oh come on you could at least try to finish that sentence for me. No sense of humor... Look, here's the deal: help me track down that Sawsbuck, make sure I don't get eaten by a pack of Mightyena, and we share the profits. And trust me, profits will be insaaane dude. Here, an upfront incentive to help you decide."

He casually tosses a gray disk in your direction after retrieving it from his bag. Twirling it in your fingers, you realize it's a TM Flash.

"... yeah, no, that ain't an incentive, it's literally all I got to bribe you with; I'm flat broke. Only kept that thing around because it was thematically appropriate, but I ain't gonna exactly eat it, so... Well, whaddya say?"
 
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Maskerade- After a short food related dilemma, you come to the realisation that you're going to need funds to support the needs of your growing squad. It didn't help that a couple of the Pokemon in your company were absolute gluttons, none more so than the Munchlax that had pursued you for a sandwich. Money or food would solve the issue although both would be great as well! Hopefully the Fool's Path would throw you a bone, as it so often did to weary travellers. You and your Pokemon continue along the well worn road, however Munchlax doesn't take its eyes off its feet. The hungry little bear kicks a pebble along as he goes, such a sullen sod! Suddenly the Normal type's interest perks and its head lifts, nose cocked high. Whatever it smelt was missed by you, although that was hardly surprising. There wasn't many who could compete with the sense of smell of a hungry Munchlax after all.

The running begins again, although this time you find yourself pursuing Munchlax rather than being pursued by it. You sprint for a few hundred metres before you spot your destination, a farmhouse just off the road. Munchlax quickly exhibits its complete lack of boundaries and rushes to the windowsill, where a Bluk Berry pie has been left to cool. The pie sits there innocently, unaware of the danger that it is in. Its aroma is intoxicating, its power over the bear is unnatural. By the time you even get close, Munchlax is all but hovering off the ground. Without an ounce of remorse, he sweeps the pie off the windowsill and promptly buries his face in it. The deed is done in an instant. Munchlax turns around to face you, his tongue still working to clean the scraps of pie from around his mouth.

You can't see anyone around, but clearly someone is here because someone had to make the pie. You could exploit their absence and make a run for it, or you could have a look around and try and find someone to apologise to....
"Oooh no no no no..."

Seriously, how did that big oaf move so damn fast?! Even Chimchar couldn't have reached the pie that quickly. The ape was also staring at Munchlax in complete disbelief; had he found... the secret to Ultra Instinct?

"Chimchar?" whispered Ark. "Number one, no, he didn't use any secret manga techniques, if that's what your thinking." It was. "Number two: if anyone asks, we don't know that idiot. Got it?"

The chimp nodded, completely on board with the plan. The bear was way more trouble than he was worth; if it were up to him, they never would've invited him along! But he knew Ark, the big softy, and he couldn't really blame him. Deep down, the boy knew if he befriended Munchlax, there was a small chance he could one day end up with a huge, mighty Snorlax. But was it really worth all the trouble? Not to mention the maintenance costs of something so huge and voracious! Ark probably wasn't thinking things through... but they'd cross that bridge when they got there. Right now, fleeing the crime scene was the priority.

Maybe I could ask Zorua to stand on that windowsill and pretend to be the pie... Although I'd probably get a Dark Pulse to the place for even suggesting it. Nah, better to scram before anyone pins this on us.

"Okay, ready? Run!!"

Ark and Chimchar dashed away as fast as they could, leaving behind a very dumbfounded-looking Munchlax still licking his lips. The pair could run impressively fast by anyone's standards, and in a matter of minutes, they were far away from that place.

"Woo! We did it. We're gettin' faster, don'tcha think?!" He gasped for air but kept smiling, knowing Chimchar was having fun despite it all. But then... "Wait. Chimchar? I did recall Turtwig earlier, didn't I?..."

The dread in his voice was justified once he reached for the turtle's PokeBall and found it empty. That's right... he never did call Turtwig back, the quiet Grass-Type had been walking along with them up until Munchlax stole the pie!

"Oh no... we gotta go back. Back to the crime scene..."

Chimchar hung his head. Why couldn't Turtwig just keep up the pace? Sure, okay, he was a turtle, but details aside, it's not like he was putting in the effort to begin with! Reluctantly, he nodded, and the duo sullenly made their way back to Munchlax, the missing pie, and sure enough, as they approached as silently as they could... there was Turtwig, clumsily trying to climb atop the sill to see if there was by any chance a second pie he could maybe take a bit of.

"Hush now Chimchar, come on, maybe we can get close enough to recall Turtwig back into his ball and make a run for it again afterwards..."
 
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TheKnightFury: The man leaps back in fear as Totodile's jaws snap. Even from where you stand, you can see the photographer is left sweating bullets after the scare, much to the reptile's amusement. It's only after you speak up that your presence is finally acknowledged.

"O-oh! I hadn't noticed you there!" There's a mixture of surprise and relief in his voice. "This one yours? He's not exactly, uh... photogenic, if you don't mind me saying. Standing still's a big part of the process, y'know..."

You notice the man's not wearing any PokéBalls, something takes a whole different sets of spheres when venturing out into the wild... Is he expecting to ward off dangerous beasts with his camera or something? As if sensing your lingering doubts, the man grins and holds up his camera, shouting "Fatal Frame, baby!" in a reference that flies right over your head.

"Anyway, sure, you can take a look at my pics. Not my finest work, but I guarantee they usually turn out fine! But something always seems to happen that messes up my shots in this place - a sudden gust of wind, a Taillow flying right in front of the camera, some random noise scaring away what I'm trying to snap... it's unbelievable!"

He hands you the camera, and sure enough, looking through the digital display on the back, every single one of his photos is a mess one way or another, filled with motion blur or with absolutely nothing of interest in the frame. The only one that is somehow acceptable, ironically, is the last one he took when his hands were inches away from being bitten off.



"A fine mess, I know. There's just something about this place... like it doesn't want me here!" he sighs, taking back his precious camera. "Name's Cameron, by the way. Only reason I became a photographer, to be honest... Anyway - yeah, no, nothing interesting so far, and that's kinda the problem! I came after my dream, y'see, after a Pokemon so rare nobody's really ever seen it for certain - but if I get a picture of it, oooh boy, I'm set for life!"

He reaches into his backpack and proudly shows you his notebook, with a shoddily drawn Pokemon on it. The drawing is so bad, in fact, you can't even tell what species it's supposed to be until Cameron outright tells you.

"The Legendary Sawsbuck of Fortune's Woods! Ever heard of it? 'Course you haven't, you don't look like the kinda guy that wastes two seconds on silly myths. But thing is, this one ain't a myth, I'm sure of that!" he boldly declares, thumping on his chest with his hand to drive home the point. "Y'know how this place is supposed to be all about luck, and fate, and all that stuff? Turns out, there's a reason for that. This Sawsbuck is said to bless anyone who sees it with good luck for life. Hard to miss it too, if the stories are to be believed - this Sawsbuck's leaves never fall, never change, regardless of season - and they're all gold and silver, can you imagine that?!"

He glares at Bulbasaur, who does a poor effort of concealing her skepticism.

"But there's also a witch hiding somewhere in these woods, the "Bringer of Misfortune"; anyone who runs into her is cursed with perpetual bad luck, they say. And that's why your fate fluctuates so much inside this forest - the witch has been trying to hunt down Sawsbuck for centuries, and the closer she gets to him, the worse everyone's luck in the woods becomes. When Sawsbuck manages to lose his pursuer and gets to live some moments of peace and quiet, that's when everyone's luck peaks. Yeah, you can choose to believe it or not, but I don't really care either way . One decent shot of that golden and silver Sawsbuck, and I'm outta here! Thing is... my luck's been absolutely rotten until you showed up and I got no Pokemon to defend myself, sooo..."

You can tell where this is going a mile away.

"... Oh come on you could at least try to finish that sentence for me. No sense of humor... Look, here's the deal: help me track down that Sawsbuck, make sure I don't get eaten by a pack of Mightyena, and we share the profits. And trust me, profits will be insaaane dude. Here, an upfront incentive to help you decide."

He casually tosses a gray disk in your direction after retrieving it from his bag. Twirling it in your fingers, you realize it's a TM Flash.

"... yeah, no, that ain't an incentive, it's literally all I got to bribe you with; I'm flat broke. Only kept that thing around because it was thematically appropriate, but I ain't gonna exactly eat it, so... Well, whaddya say?"

Xander struggled to pay attention as Cameron overloaded him with the myth of the woods. He remembered the key points, Gold and Silver Leaf Sawsbuck = Good Luck, Evil Sawsbuck Hating Witch = Bad Luck. He wasn't exactly confident in the myth, Cameron came across as the sort of person who'd believe exactly what they are told. This was more than likely a wild Zangoose chase. Still, part of him wanted to see if it was actually real and he didn't have any other plans.

"Alright, we will help", Xander accepted the TM Flash as Totodile cheered, eager to get started. Bulbasaur wasn't exactly pleased, she seemed to think it was just a waste of time. Luckily Xander knew exactly how to win her over, putting the TM he'd just gained to good use.

Bulbasaur learnt TM Flash!

The Grass Starter flashed her bulb a couple of times, making sure not to do it too bright, no point blinding anyone yet. With Bulbasaur happy, they now had to think of a plan. After a moment pondering, Xander eventually settled on two plans of action. "Alright guys, let's see if we can get us something to start with. Totodile, put your nose to good use and see if you can pick up any scents. Bulbasaur see if you can't get an energy read. That Sawsbuck has to be giving off a tonne of energy. Cameron have you got anything to go off? We could check trees and see if there are any rubbings, I know Sawsbuck love rubbing their antlers on trees." This certainly wasn't going to be easy. They were starting with nothing but a rumour, they needed a lead....
 
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