Stargazers June Task Part 2 'Sketchy Partner'45 mintues. Gillegan had been sitting on a bench in the Andalusst Park with the Ambassador of Iapon for 45 mintues. Waiting. Where is he? He said he’d be here in 30 minutes! The Marshtomp thinks, his elbows on his knees with his head resting in his hands. The sun was starting to head towards the western horizon, turning the sky a very light blue and orange. There were a couple Pokémon in the park as well, playing games, having a picnic, or just talking and walking with friends. It was a place to enjoy yourself. The thing was, he wasn’t very much enjoying himself. “So much for a team…” He grumbles.
“Hm?” The Froslass looks to him.
“Oh nothing…” Gillegan says as he sits up straight and rests his back against the bench. “Sorry… I thought my friend would be here by now.”
“Well this is a pretty view… but is it time we should move on?” The Froslass asks in a gentle manner, suggesting t
Stargazers June Task Part 1 'The Ambassador'Gillegan ran through the city of Andalusst on his way to the Hunter’s Headquarters, where the Ambassador of Iapon was waiting. I hope I haven’t kept anyone waiting. He slows his pace down a little as he nears the entrance and spots the ambassador along with Rowanhardt. The Marshtomp tries to tidy his scarf and brushes himself off before they notice him, then approaches.
“Ah! One of the new members of the guild I presume?” The Pachirisu says, his one eye focused on Gillegan, the other eye covered with the eye patch he wore. “I do believe I’ve seen you around, but I don’t recall your name.”
“It’s Gillegan, sir.” Gillegan replies with a slight bow of his head to him.
“Yes, Gillegan. Well this here is the Ambassador of Iapon, which I’m sure you knew.” Rowanhardt introduces. “She has travelled a long way.”
“It’s a pleasure.” Gillegan says to the Froslass with another bow
Stargazers June Task Part 2 'Fooling the Fool'“I may know. Why do you ask?” The Sceptile inquires in a casual manner, but his eyes betray that he knows all too well what this is about. The green reptile has black straps on his arms, legs, and chest along with a small pouch of recently purchased, or stolen, berries. Obviously this guy was the one that they’d been searching for. The fake ambassador; one of the ninjas.
“I was… going around for a contest… and guess what? You’ve been chosen as the winner!” Mango says, smiling as he tries to sound cheerful. The Sceptile puts his hand on the wall beside him as he leans toward the light orange Kecleon, his lean muscles showing under his sleek, green skin. Mango retains his calm and smooth manner, trying to keep his spines from spiking out due to fear. “You won!” Mango repeats, not as enthusiastically as before and softly punches the Sceptile’s arm good-humouredly. “Yippee.”
“Then tell me, what do
Stargazers June Task Part 1 'Because you're funny'As Mango headed down the alley, he kept on flicking out his tongue to make sure he was on the right path. At one point, he stopped and licked the stone paved ground and immediately screwed up his face from the aftertaste. He was sure he could taste the scent of the Sceptile though, so he continued onward. This is going to be easier than I thought! He grins and lets out a short trill of excitement. He was here not too long ago! Soon enough I’ll- He stops as he comes to the end of the alley which opened up onto one of the main streets.
The street was filled with ‘mons, merchants, and shops. Considering the height of some of the Pokémon, some were taller and shorter than the Kecleon, leaving him to pace or to stand on his tip toes to scan the crowd in front of him. Maybe this wasn’t going to be that easy. Mango lets out a hiss. “Come on, think. I can still find him.” He says to himself as he continues to look through the crowd. “He&
Stargazers June Task Prologue 'I'll catch up'There was a gentle breeze in the city of Andalusst with the sun high up in the afternoon sky. The combination of the warmth of the sun and the soft wind caressed the city dwellers, making it a perfect day. Well, it would have been perfect if it were not for the dangerous criminals lurking somewhere within the city. With the three ninjas from Iapon on the loose in the town, neither the civilians nor the Ambassador of Iapon, are safe. With the duty in mind to help out with their Hunter tasks, a light-orange Kecleon and a Marshtomp take a stroll down one of the streets in Andalusst.
“Wow, ninjas! I can’t believe there are ninjas here in Andalusst!” The Kecleon, Mango, coos with an excited flick of his tail. “It would’ve been neat to be there when they unveiled the fake ambassador.”
“Maybe.” The Marshtomp, Gillegan, responds a bit distractedly. He doesn’t seem to display his partner’s feelings. Instead his muscles are tense under