EXPLORERS GUILD: Team Banzai
Date Joined: 8/1/14
Current Funds: 1 St
Characteristic: Often Lost in Thought
Gender: Male Age: Twelve
Strength: 1 Agility: 5
Intelligence: 3 Charisma: 3
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Grass -> Charisma (ex. Dragon -> Strength)
Move 1 - Nature Power
-- With a bullying, fire-type older sister, Ven had to find SOME way to use a water-type move, even if it only works that way when he's standing in water already.
Move 2 - Aromatherapy
-- Ven releases a sweet, calming scent that makes the Pokemon around him feel better.
Move 3 - Double Team
-- The old "run away from my sister" move.
Move 4 - Solar Beam
--This was an Egg Move from his father, and the only reason Ven EVER takes off his hat. He only uses it in dire emergencies for this reason, and because he doesn't like causing a lot of destruction. When Pixie uses Sunny Day, he can charge and fire a Solar Beam in one round, turning timid little Ven into a powerhouse if the need arises.
----Description: Basic brown hat that came with Explorer membership. He had Pixie cut holes in it for his ears, and he carries a pencil in the hatband.
Gender: Female Age: 15
Ability: Flash Fire
Strength: 4 Agility: 4
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 2
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Fire -> Charisma
Move 1 - Sunny Day
-- This is the first move Pixie pulls out in any fight. The sunlight boosts her fire-power, speeds up her brother (thanks to his Chlorophyl ability) and lets him throw out a Solar Beam in a single turn! Also, the bright light on her coat makes her look AWESOME!
Move 2 - Hex
--Pixie uses this for general telekinesis, as well as playing pranks. It makes a purple glow surround the object she's affecting, and when she uses it on a pokemon it makes them trip or hurt themselves.
Move 3 - Flamethrower
-- Burn, baby, burn!
Move 4 - Baby Doll Eyes
-- Pixie's "don't punish me, I'm so cute" move, and one of the reasons she's such a brat. Her parents know how to deal with it, but woe betide anyone who tries to take her to task for tormenting her brother...
========== WRITTEN TEST ==========
“Aaaaaaaaand… done!” Pixie finished signing the last part of the application, letting the quill she’d been levitating drop to the tabletop. The slightly rumpled Vulpix smiled down at the piece of paper that would make her a real, true, honest-to-the-Creator adventurer, then moved to push the paper away.
A hoof landed on one corner of the sheet, stopping her. She looked up to see the uncomfortable face of a young Deerling peering into her own, and sighed. Of course her brother was going to be neurotic about this. Expecting Ven to just do something without waffling around was like expecting water to run uphill.
“Let me just check it?” Ven asked, ears twitching like a nervous rabbit.
“If it will make you feel better,” Pixie said, rolling her eyes and flipping her tails in a vulpine shrug. Needing no further prompting, Ven shouldered her aside and starred going over the Explorer’s Application Form with a fine-tooth comb.
While Ven pored over the form, Pixie looked around the homey space of the Explorer’s Guildhall. Every inch of the place looked well-worn and comfortable, no expensive vases to knock over or expensive rugs to ruin. Instead, every couch and carving and curio looked like it had it’s own story.
The people passing seemed familiar and casual too, nodding and waving a little at the newcomers as they passed by on their errands, or to greet friends. The whole place seemed friendly, open, in a way Pixie couldn’t help but like.
Scanning the room a little more, Pixie’s eyes met those of a Servine who was leaning against a nearby wall. She nodded, slightly, eyes glinting out from beneath her broad hat’s brim.
"Hey... New, are you?" The Servine asked. Her voice was welcoming, but her crossed arms looked a touch defensive.
Pixie opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the sound of hooves behind her. She turned, and raised her eyebrows at the sight of Ven adjusting the angle of a brown, broad-brimmed hat just like the strange Serviper’s.
“All done, Pixie!” said Ven, proudly, trying to squash the brown hat down over his ears, “I fixed your typos, and––” he suddenly noticed the Seviper and paused, looking awkward. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt?”
The Servine’s eyes flicked to Ven, and she raised a brow. “Well, that answers that. Welcome to the Explorer’s Guild, I guess. Admittedly I'm not great with this meet and greet stuff, so how about exchanging names to start things off? You first.”
“Pixie!” said Pixie with a broad grin, then jerked a paw at her brother. “And this is my brother–“
“Ven,” said Ven, finally giving up on the hat and letting it hang lopsided over his ears. “We’re from out of town. The forest, you know.”
The Servine relaxed a little, her body language opening up. “Ahh, that's great. Yeah, you two… you're serious about this, yeah? You’ve got that sense about you, that ‘zing’, even if you’re a little young. As for me, my name's Teresa. I'm what you'd call a Guild Assistant, which makes me your Serperior."
Pixie snorted at the awful pun, while her brother raised one hoof slightly, as though he longed to smack his forehead but was too polite to do so.
Teresa looked at them, stony faced, for several long moments. Then she cracked and giggled. “You know, you don't have to be so polite. I don't really care about rank and file, but I do care about honesty. If I tell a joke and it sucks, feel free to face-palm… or face-hoof, in your case.”
Ven blushed and ducked his head sheepishly, while Pixie shot him a wicked grin
Teresa extended a vine, as though expecting a handshake even with her arms folded. “So what brings you here, anyway? You said you were from out of town…?”
Pixie reached out and shook the vine with her paw, while Ven looked on with a certain amount of envy. When Teresa turned to him, he held out a hoof, feeling rather silly.
“Yeah,” Ven said, while the vine wrapped around his hoof. “The forests outside Andalusst, a few hours walk out. Mom and dad burn charcoal.”
“It’s super boring,” Pixie cut in, unable to resist talking for long. “Mom stokes the fires and ensures perfect temperature and dad gathers the wood. They used to be adventurers but then they retired to have us. I was born right away, but Ven took a few years. Dad wanted another grass-type in the family, so they had to wait for Fathering Day every yea–“
“Pixie!” Ven was blushing such a bright pink that it clashed with his summer-Deerling green. “No, what are you– stop telling random strangers about my conception, dammit!”
“We’re different species,” Pixie said, her voice reasonable but her eyes twinkling with mischief. “She would have gotten around to asking eventually.”
Teresa withdrew the vine, her face twisted in an odd mixture of curiosity, amusement and chagrin. With a little cough, she collected herself. “Well… whatever the case, you've got a name in mind for your group, right? I didn't get a chance to check your papers, but I do want to get more familiar with our rookie members when I have the time. I'm kinda new to this whole assistant thing, honestly."
“Team Banzai!” Pixie cried, about ten decibels too loudly. Ven winced.
“I still think we should have spelled it ‘Bonsai’,” Ven muttered rebelliously, but his older sister ignored him.
A smile crept across Teresa’s face, either from amusement or actual appreciation. "There's that ‘zing’ again. Feels good to know we've got Pokémon like you joining our Guild. I guess Cassidy wasn't exaggerating when he said the standouts just keep pouring in. Just don't get cocky - confidence is good, but overconfidence in a dungeon is a quick way to get yourself in trouble, along with everyone else in your party." She tapped the side of her snout, looking significantly at Pixie.
Ven nodded, drinking in Teresa’s words of caution, but Pixie just kind of jerked her head, as though wanting to get to the interesting bit. Ven looked worriedly at his sister, and didn’t seem reassured by her maniacal grin.
“Oh right,” Teresa snapped her fingers, “this is very important - why did you want to become Explorers, hm? Just curious..."
“Adventure!” Pixie said promptly, grinning even more broadly. “I mean, we couldn’t live out there in the boring old forest forever. We saw the guilds here whenever we came into town for market days, and mom and dad used to be adventurers too!”
Ven nodded, “As for the Explorers, this seemed like the group that does the most good. It’s work that needs doing, right?”
“You’re right about that.” Teresea said with a nod. “There's lots of food in the dungeons, and materials for clothing and medicine! When we go out and find that stuff, it means everyone here gets to have dinner. I mean, you know that, obviously, but just don't forget!"
Teresa swayed her leaf-adorned tail from side to side and tapped her foot, momentarily distracted by her own thoughts. When she snapped back to reality, she lifted her snout into the air and cleared her throat. "N-not to sound standoffish, but what exactly do you do, anyway? What skills or talents do you have to offer the Guild? Everyone's good at something, I think."
Pixie grinned. “I’m a good scrapper, and Ven’s the fastest runner I know, even faster than me.”
“I worked hard enough for that,” Ven muttered, tail twitching nervously. In a more normal tone, he added, “I do art, too, if we need that. And Pixie can move things around with her Ghost-type moves.”
“But really, speed is our big thing. We’re both small and swift and agile, so we can run rings around just about anybody.
Teresa nodded, smiling as though she could sense something nobody else could. "I can just feel it, you do what you do and do it with everything you've got. 'Cause in this guild, when a giver gives, then the giver gets... gotten... gets give-- eh, well you get what you give, or something. Whatever, it's written down on that big plaque in the hall. Just do your best and come see me if you need any help."
With that, and with a cheery wave of her tail, Teresa turned to the next batch of new recruits, letting Pixie and Ven go to begin their new lives in Andalusst, and in the Explorer’s Guild.
“You know what, Ven?” Pixie looked at her brother, a fierce smile on her face. “Zing or no zing, I think we’re gonna do well here.”
Ven just nodded, a small smile on his face, and followed his sister out the door and into their brave new world.