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"Dahlia" the Vullaby

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Vullaby | Level 5 Met: Lab @ Level 5 Nickname: Dahlia Friendship: 5 Gender: Female Ability: Big Pecks Moves: Gust, Leer, Fury Attack Nature: Dahlia is very much the quiet type. She fancies herself the 'strong and silent' type, but actually she's just very shy. Pooch isn't exactly the most social person either, so her quietness suits him just fine.

"Legion" the shiny Spiritomb

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Shiny Spiritomb | Level 5 Met: Buteston Festival of Death @ lvl 5 Nickname: Legion Friendship: 5 Genders: Many (predominantly male) Ability: Infiltrator Moves: Curse, Pursuit, Confuse Ray, Spite, Shadow Sneak Nature: Legion is an amalgam of many spirits, and speaks with many different voices. Some of the things they say are total nonsequiturs (probably random snippets of conversation from their past lives) and they seem to have an obsession with absorbing the 'Non' - spirits that aren't yet joined with them. But they're actually pretty friendly, that aside.

The sewers of Midocian City. It was strange to be so close to home and yet unable to go back. And that was painfully true in two ways to Pooch, who'd lost both of his homes - the one he'd had with his family in the city up above, and the one he'd had with a gang down here. He was pretty sure on both counts that they'd never take him back.

...but maybe Poochyena was down here. It was a slim possibility, but he figured he had to try - that little dog had been his best friend. Now that he was a trainer ... perhaps they could reunite and travel together. He had to hope.

His Vullaby, on the other hand, only hoped that they would be out of these sewers soon. The smell down here was beyond repulsive - and her wings were too small to hold her nose. She squawked and groaned in protest, while the Spiritomb beside her looked entirely unpreturbed.

Pooch trod carefully, the two Pokemon following his lead. He'd lived in these sewers long enough to know that gangsters or stray Pokemon could be lurking around any corner - they'd have to keep their eyes open for danger.

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The sewer stank as usual, and no Pokemon seemed to be visible. The group was ignored quite purposely by the resident Pokemon. Of course they were all aware of the trespassers, and of course the ignored them. New humans rarely ended up down here, and when they did they never stayed for long. None of the Pokemon in this specific area of the sewers would know anything about Pooch anyways, so they were not familiar with him at all.

Sniffling sounds echoed off the rounded walls as Pooch and the others made their way deeper. After a while they reached an area where the water seemed to run almost dry, a small rise in the tunnel. Water barely trickled across this area in a small stream. Sitting in the small stream was a small Squirtle, its bright colors an outrageous contrast with the rest of the dull tunnels. It obviously didn't belong here.

When the trainer and his Pokemon neared the Squirtle, it leaped up and ran towards him, skidding in muck a few feet away from him. Upon closer inspection, it looked very worn down, its shell scratched and dirty, blue skinned bruised and cut in various place. +How did you get here? Please, show me the way out!+

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Perhaps the local Pokemon weren't familiar with Pooch, but he was familiar with them. He'd been all over these sewers and knew most (if not all) of the Pokemon species that made their home down here.

Squirtle was not one of them.

And so when a sniffling Squirtle was happened upon by the lad, he immediately knew: the poor thing was lost. It was probably someone's pet and had somehow wandered away from home.

When the Water-type spoke, Pooch was somewhat surprised that he could understand it - he was still getting used to that. But he nodded and held out his hand.. "C'mon, then. I'll lead you out of here. You live in the city, right? I'll show you the best way back up."

Of course the thought crossed his mind that he could simply keep the Squirtle for himself... but someone in Midocian was probably missing their pet. Might as well do a good deed.

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The Squirtle pushed Pooch's hand away with his own, shaking his small head. +I don't live up there! I came from the ocean, I got sucked in here somehow and I don't know what to do!+ He rubbed his dirty face with one wrist, smearing muck across his brilliantly blue skin. He was a little surprised himself that Pooch understood him so well; although most Pokemon could understand the human's language, he had never met one able to speak it, and he definitely hadn't met a human able to understand his language.

He glanced at the trainer's Pokemon, blinking at them curiously. He had never lived close to humans himself, preferring to stick to more private beaches they didn't seem to frequent. He had heard of Pokemon often traveling with trainers, and although he felt no prejudice towards humans himself, he didn't think being kept in one of those tiny little balls really didn't appeal to him.

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It might have taken a pretty close inspection, but if the Squirtle really looked, it would have realized that Pooch was not exactly human - though perhaps the Pokemon had not heard of morphs. After all, it was still a relatively new development, and it wasn't available to everyone.

In any case, Pooch seemed rather troubled by the news that this Pokemon was from the ocean. "Oh, geez... um..." He had no idea what to do now. Of course he knew how to get there ... but the water around Midocian was badly polluted, wasn't it? It was really no place for a Squirtle to live.

But then again, that was just what he'd heard. Maybe he was wrong. "...alright, don't worry. I'll get you back home. C'mon, just follow me." He could see the Water-type's nervous gaze and figured it meant that he didn't really want to be captured. Fair enough. He figured he might as well take the poor guy home... if 'home' was still there.