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Team Treasure Raiders M8Pastpt.1 'The Fight Begins“But… we…! ARGH!!!” Mike let out a frustrated hiss.
“What should we do Mike? What’s our mission?” one of the Pokémon behind him asked. Mike turned around to face them.
“This is so…!” Mike shook his head, grabbing it with his hands. He then tried to compose himself and explained to the group what was going on. “I know that this is going to be hard to take in… I mean, we’re rescuers! This goes against everything that we do!” he began. The Pokémon listened to him carefully, their expressions concerned.
“Hurry up Mike! I’m not going to fight off all of these things you know!” Grand Kec called out as he fended off some Shaymin to get to the main one.
“We gotta kill that red eyed Shaymin. I know, I know, it’s against our creed, but we have too.” Mike said, trying to explain quickly, knowing the risk that GK was at. “If we don’t though, we won’t get the
Team Plunder and Treasure Raiders May TaskKedar and Archer rounded the corner of the Barty’s Bluff building as they caught their breath, hiding from the Seviper merchant in which the Sneasel had somehow managed to anger.
“What… happened?” Archer asked between breaths. It was only a short run from the Commerce Mushroom to Barty’s Bluff, but the excitement of it all left him panting.
“I decided to take some money from one last merchant… Turns out Seviper have very keen senses.” Kedar replied, making a mental note not to steal from snakes. After they caught their breath, the Sneasel let out a sigh to calm himself. “Alright. Barty’s Bluff. We need to fix up this place and stop Drifloon from taking kids.”
“Okay then. What should we do first?”
“Well, I guess I can start to try and fix the outpost here.” Kedar said as he looked at the rundown place. There were only a few things that needed to be done. Even someone like him could fix them.
Team Plunder May Tasks 'Thugs and Drugs'“Looks like our business today is mostly in the Commerce Mushroom.” Archer commented after Trudeau, a Nidoking explained their tasks.
“I guess so.” Kedar replied as they headed towards the marketplace. “Do you want to split up? Once were done, we’ll just meet outside at the village vault. After that, we’ll head to Barty’s Bluff to finish our last task.”
“Gotcha. So, which task do ya want me ta do?” The Scraggy asked him.
“Um… You’re better a being a body guard, so why don’t you go and help that other Scraggy. The drug dealer guy.” Kedar said. His friend nodded. “I’ll go and snatch money from the more wealthy merchants and then deposit the money into the village vault.” The twosome stopped at the entrance of the Commerce Mushroom. “Meet you out here in an hour or so?”
Archer nodded and so they entered into the building. It was a well organized place with Sapling
Team Treasure Raiders M8PastPrologue 'Tree of LifeA Larvitar sat slumped up against one of the buildings in Tao Village, curiously watching the strange Pokémon that had just arrived not long ago. They had brought a strange onion creature with them. It was sick and injured; he could smell the blood of it. The Larvitar then glanced up at the bright blue sky. He knew that the battle with the Zoroark soon approached, like it did every new moon.
It was a horrible gruesome battle that would usually last the entire day. Each side would lose Pokémon. There was always death. It was a usual thing around here. He had to fight in the battle every new moon. He was left with some scars, but nothing serious. His skin was rock hard and protected him from a lot of their attacks. He carefully reached up his hand to touch his bandaged face, remembering the worst of his battle scars a long time ago. It wasn’t in a battle with the foxes. No, it happened to him when he lived in Prismatic Jungle…
The Larvitar wore a tan scarf that was wrapped a
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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