HUNTERS GUILD: Team Fallen Noire
Date Joined: 21 September 2014
Current Funds: 0 St
-Characteristic: Alert to Sounds
Gender: Male Age: 24
Strength: 2 Agility: 2
Intelligence: 2+2 Charisma: 4
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Dark -> Intelligence
----Description: A chocolate brown shawl slung over his back. Faded and torn near the back
-Characteristic: Often lost in thought
Gender: Male Age: 24
Ability: Super Luck
Strength: 1 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 3+2 Charisma: 3
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Dark -> Intelligence
----Description: A velvet red band worn as a collar.
========== WRITTEN TEST ==========
“Are you sure this is the right place?” the Mightyena asked for the third time.
His Absol companion said nothing, looking up at the building in front of them. They were both standing in front of what could be called the fanciest restaurant in the city of Andalusst. Café Obscurité, it was called, and few could afford to eat at it regularly. It was very well known, however.
“It’s the only one in town,” the Absol finally said, walking inside. The Mightyena hesitated, before following. The restaurant was hidden behind heavy curtains, with a waiting area dominating the entrance. Two velvet benches lined the walls, delicate ferns hugging the corners. In the middle of the room was a polished wooden podium, a female Delcatty absentmindedly reading something behind the counter. She looked away from her paper as the two Pokémon entered, but didn’t move.
“Welcome to the Café Obsucurité, gentlemen,” she purred, her tone bored.
“Yes, we’re here for the-“ the Mightyena started.
The Delcatty’s ears perked up as she recalled something. “Oh! The Guild interview, right? Thames the Mightyena and Sen the Absol?”
The duo nodded, and the feline moved from behind her perch. “This way, please,” she told them, and lifted the curtain to the dining room, motioning the two Dark types in. The dining area was unusually dim, even in the bright sun of midday, and was mostly empty. The Delcatty steered them past any of the populated tables, and stopped beside a corner booth, almost completely shrouded in the dark. A Furret was already seated at the table, wearing nothing but a blue newsie hat and a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Ey, have a seat, boys,” the Normal type proclaimed, motioning to the empty side of the table. The two Dark types complied, and by the time they had gotten themselves situated, the Delcatty was gone. In her place, an Empoleon waiter appeared, passing out menus to the seated Pokémon. The Furret immediately shoved his back to the Empoleon. “The usual,” was all he said. The Empoleon rolled his eyes, before turning to the dark types. “Order your favorites; this one’s on the Guild checkbook,” the Furret smirked. Sen went for a berry pâté, while Thames settled on a seared dish. As soon as the waiter, departed, the Furret turned to the duo seated across from him.
“The name’s Cuffin,” he introduced, “but I’m sure you’ve already heard of me.” The Mightyena and Absol snuck a flat glance at each other in response to his boasting. Before they could reply, he held a paw up. “No need for introductions on your part, I already know who yous are.” Smirking, he tapped his paws together. “So… I work for this kid, Sundance. He made me promise to ask youse a few things before I go off on my own thing. He’ll get his feathers in a bunch if I don’t, so humor me, aight?”
Cuffin rolled his eyes as he started again. “First things foist, why do you wanna join the Hunters?” he asked with a bored tone.
Thames smirked. “Well, we needed a roof over our heads. We’re too dumb for the researchers-“
“Too selfish for the Explorers-“, Sen added
“But we’re loyal to a fault,” they said together.
At the very least, Cuffin at least attempted to look interested during the explanation. “All right. Respectable, yeah. Down the list…” He muttered to himself, looking down a sheet of parchment, before crumpling it up and tossing it behind him. “What can ya bring to the Hunters? Yanno, what skills or talents ya got?” Cuffin rolled his eyes at this question too- apparently another forced one.
“Well, I guess you could call us sleuths,” Thames chuckled.
“We’re good trackers, and good with stealth-“ Sen continued.
“Yeah, but I suppose ghosts are better for that…” Thames muttered.
Cuffin cut off any further explanations with a wave of a paw.”Yeah yeah, I gotcha. We’ll see some of that soon enough, yeah? Don’t get me wrong, this don’t mean we’re gonna take youse in or throw ya out. This is all just…” the Furret twirled a paw, thinking. “… Formalities. Yeah, that was the word the kid used. Whatever that means.”
A sly grin crossed Cuffin’s muzzle, and he leaned in closer over the table. “Now this one’s more interestin’, to the kid’s credit.” He lowered his voice. “Are you two against doin’ things the Royal Guard ain’t gonna like if they catch ya doin’ ‘em?”
Thames leaned in as well, and in an equally low voice, answered the Furret’s question. “Let’s just say I’ve got a history with the Guard- not a criminal, mind you. I’ve just been around them long enough to know they’ve got quite a list of things they don’t like. We’ll be fine.”
Cuffin’s ears twitched at the reply, and leaned back, holding his paws up with his usual smirk. “It ain’t me, just sayin’. I know well enough that if yer here, then we prolly already knew that answer. Just needed something to tell the kid is all.”
With that, he threw his paws in the air in an exaggerated sigh of relief, before setting them down on the booth seat. “Alright, enough of that stuff. Kid’s on the right track, but the Royals seemed ta cram a stick real far up there, if you catch the drift. All these ‘formalities’ and stuff… anyways, this next one? Straight from me.”
He glanced to his sides quickly, and when he looked at the Dark types again, his face was set with an unusual seriousness. He lowered his voice a little again, but spoke straight and level, losing some of his thick accent in the process. “You know the basics, so I’ll level with ya. Truth is, the Hunters are all about knowin’ things about everybody else. Yer gonna learn secrets that nobody else will know. It'll change the way you look at this whole city, and yer prolly not gonna like what you see, but you'll always know exactly what's goin' on under the coat of sugar. I wouldn't blame ya if you'd rather go hang with a Guild that doesn't deal in the worst of what Andalusst can offer."
To Thames’ surprise, it was Sen that spoke first. The Absol leaned in only slightly, but spoke with a firm voice. “It’s sugarcoating that led to any darkness in this city. Ignorance is the only true evil, and it is overwhelming. Why ignore the system when you can work with it? Manipulate it. Use it as best you can. We would rather know everything than know nothing at all.”
All three were silent for a moment. Sen sank back in his seat, giving no emotion. “That so?” Cuffin finally said. All the Absol did was give the barest indication of a nod. Cuffin smirked. “Well, to be honest, I woulda blamed ya, actually. Who doesn’t wanna know everything about everybody? Life is all about keepin’ yer options as open as possible til the last moment.”
Before anything else could be said, the Empoleon waiter reappared, gracefully carrying the three meals on silver platters. Each one was passed with barely a clatter as they hit the table. The waiter paused, scowling behind his trident growth, before handing Cuffin his meal. A bottle of wine was also poured between the three. As quickly as he had appeared, the waiter was gone.
“Before we begin,” Cuffin said, pawing his glass and lifting it up. “A toast, to the new recruits.” Glasses clinked, and Cuffin leaned in to tell them a secret. “That’s youse two, just so ya know.”
Both Sen and Thames grinned back. “We figured,” the two said simulataneously.