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For the first time in years, an emergency meeting has been called between all the guilds.

The decision had been made behind closed doors and carried on the wind, a message sent through trusted couriers and secret letters. An official summit between the Verdant Horizons Guild, the Ironclad Brigade, and the Shadowveil Order—three groups that had spent more time at odds than in agreement. If they were truly willing to meet under a banner of truce, it could only mean one thing: something happened. Something big.

And where the guilds gathered, others would surely follow.

The meeting was set for the outskirts of Sinister Woods, a stretch of old growth forest that lay in the middle three guilds’ territories. Though technically neutral ground, the location had its own reputation—tall, gnarled trees that blotted out the sun, their roots twisted like claws reaching from the earth. Mist hung low in the deeper parts of the forest, curling around the underbrush, swallowing those who wandered too far from the main paths. It was the kind of place that could hide many secrets, and for some, that made it the perfect setting for a meeting of this scale.

Even before the appointed time, the surrounding clearings and winding trails were already bustling with movement. Scouts patrolled the perimeter, making sure no one was lying in wait for an ambush. Messengers from independent factions whispered among themselves, exchanging bits of intel and speculation. Some of the region’s strongest explorers—guild-affiliated and otherwise—had begun to gather, forming uneasy alliances or eyeing each other with suspicion.

For a rogue like Magic, this was an opportunity that couldn’t be missed.

She surged forward, surfing effortlessly atop her tail as she glided over the craggy slopes of Mt. Thunder, the electric air crackling behind her as storm clouds loomed over the peaks. The wind howled against her ears, whipping through her peach-colored fur as she moved with practiced ease. The urgency in the air only fueled her—what could possibly make these rival guilds, who had spent years at each other’s throats, suddenly come together?

Her mind raced with possibilities. A lost piece of the treasure map? A discovery that threatened all explorers? A new, unknown force entering the region?

Whatever the answer, she intended to be there firsthand when it was revealed.

As Magic descended from the mountain range, the landscape shifted beneath her. The jagged cliffs and storm-worn ridges of Mt. Thunder gave way to rolling fields, then dense woodlands where the Sinister Woods awaited in the distance. The closer she got, the more Pokémon she spotted moving in the same direction—some she recognized, others she didn’t, all drawn to the same mystery.

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Bolt stepped out from behind a tree, he looked towards Magic.
“Hey. Over here.” Bolt said, stepping closer to them.
He jumped onto a small rock, still making sure his glasses don’t fall off.
“Here to search for the treasure too, are you?” He said, his voice sounded a bit like a hiss.
He let out a small hiss as he jumped off of the rock, his glasses bounced.
He looked away from Magic and looked toward the other lot of Pokemon.

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Mokito, seeing Bolt's glare and glancing confusingly,
"Um~, what do you need?", said a bit gibberishly while he is eating his orange-flavored candy.

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“Is it not obvious? I’m here to help you guys get the treasure.” Bolt said, glaring at Mokito.
Bolt walked closer to Mokito, showing his fangs

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Peridot stayed masked in some overgrown shrubs, peering out at the others as they focused on each other. He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to reveal his presence until he could assess their intentions.

Bolt looked away from Mokito, letting out a hiss
“So… what do you want?” Bolt growled

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Magic scans the gathered Pokémon, her gaze flicking over the mix of various guild members and independent explorers. With a raised brow, she tilts her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

"Well, you're a new bunch of adventurers," she muses, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Who exactly are you lot?"

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“I’m Bolt, but you can also call me Sparky or Bo. Who are you?” Bolt said, sitting on a rock, baring his teeth.
Bolt was slightly scared, but he tried not to show it. He slowly wagged his tail and started to circle around Magic

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"The name's Magic." The Alolan Raichu says. She's a rogue-- not one of the most renowned ones like Echo, Grinder, or Lune. But her name has been carried on the winds-- as a strong psychic type that surfs about the region with not a care in the world. "Are you a guild member? Or a rogue?"

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“Members of a guild, the Ironclad bridgade.” He continued to Circle Magic, Baring his teeth.
“So, what you doing here? I feel like I might have heard your name before, but that was a long while ago now.” Bolt hissed.
He Glared at The alolan Raichu, still not trusting her.
“Just remember, I won’t hesitate to attack you if you betray me.”

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"Oh please." Magic rolls her eyes. "Betray? Are you Brigaders always so melodramatic?" She huffs a bit. "I work for myself. There's nobody to betray. I help others where I can, but I'm here for the important news, don't act like you're doing me any favors. We just met."

She hovers around Bolt on her tail, to remind him subtly that he couldn't catch up to her speed-wise if he tried.

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Bolt bites onto Magic’s tail, and then he let go, trying to show her his strength.
“really? I was just warning you, I know what certain rogues are like.” He said, growling. “I have always tried to avoid Rogues, they remind me of… something”
He Bared his teeth again.
“Also, dont even try to trap me or anything like that.”

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Magic flinches as Bolt bites, but she's quick to toss him back with her psychic powers, her eyes glowing blue. "Watch yourself, boy. Don't give me a reason to throw you into a tree." She snaps. "No wonder you're part of the Brigade. Only they would accept someone as unpleasant as you."

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Peridot sighs, stepping out from the cover of the shrubbery. "Knock it off, both of you. You're acting like a pair of squabbling children," he spoke firmly, holding a smooth rock in his left paw. "Can't we agree to just hear what the news is and go our separate ways?"

"Tell that to the child who bit me and accuses someone with no loyalty to him of betrayal." Magic sneers. "Who are you though?" She asks, curiously. "A Rogue?"

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"Negative. I'm merely a free roamer with no alliances..." Peridot began to explain. He paused in the middle of his sentence, looking downward briefly. "...At least, not until somebody finds value in my services."

Bolt hissed, his back leg hit a decently-big rock. His leg got grazed by the rock.
“And you should not give me a reason to dig my fangs into your leg.” He hissed. “I chose the Iron Bridgade for a reason.”
Bolt Glared at Peridot and then back towards Magic.

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"Do you wish to be the fool to break the truce for tonight? I could report you to Brassjaw for this, as I've done nothing wrong." Magic reminds, giving Bolt a cold look.

The leaders of the guilds and the most renowned rogue in the lands-- Echo, the Noivern, Brassjaw the Aggron, Sunbeam the Espeon, and Umbrus the Zoroark. They're all gathered on a large rocky platform, one made by Brassjaw with Stone Edge. They're all conversing among themselves, but they're also observing the large crowd building up around them.

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Peridot just keeps his distance, moving his gaze to the four figures and watching with reserved interest. He folds his arms together, seeming withdrawn during the whole thing.

“Again. Just warning you. I know what certain rogues are like, as I mentioned.” He said, limping toward a sunny spot of grass.

Bolt layed on the grass, trying not to show his pain.

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