Team Name: Team Venture
Guild Affiliation: Cartographers
Team Ranking: F ; 0 Team Points
Authenticated by: Adrian Selkirk, Registrar
"Ya' can't expect somethin' to fall in ya' lap! Gotta work hard! Ya' gotta explore! There're things out there we never seen! I'mma be the first to find 'em! With my buddy right beside me!"
Oscar Fairburn // Male // Minccino
Young Adult // Influence : 0
Relaxed // Impetuous and Silly // Skill Link
Oscar is taller than the average Minccino, standing at a rather high two feet for his species. His body type is unusual as well, more similar to that of a Pikachu yet more slender with two white stripes on his back. Due to that, Oscar is rather light and nimble on his feet, able to pull off certain tricks with ease and cross fields quickly on all fours. His tail is smoother, study, with hardly any unusual grooves. He's been known to hang from branches using his tail or feet.
Some noticeable facial features are white dots slightly beyond his round baby blue eyes.
He wears a cerulean blue bandana around his neck.
Move 1: Dig
--Burrowing underground, Oscar uses this move for sneak attacks or as a means of escape. It has plenty of other useful means as well.
Move 2: Helping Hand
--With glowing palms, Oscar claps several times, some of his energy transferring over to his partner to boost the recipient's next move.
Move 3: Dazzling Gleam
--Emitting a strange brilliant light from his body, it blinds and attacks his foes!
Move 4: Tail Slap
--His signature move! His tail gains a luminous glow as well as a boost in power to deserve a powerful slap to his foes! Linked with his ability, he slaps them 5 times before having to back off.
--Cerulean Blue Fabric. Used as a bandana which he keeps tied around his neck.
'Leaf' // Male // Roserade
Unknown (Somewhere in his Teens) // Absolute : 1
Mild // Often Lost in Thought // Poison Point
--Leaf towers over the average Roserade at a staggering three feet and eight inches for his age. Described as a shiny, his colors are actually slightly lighter than the norm, his purple and black roses seemingly in bloom while his eyes are a dark purple. He has unusual yellow markings running down the center of his 'mask' and curves on his chest.
Move 1: Aromatherapy
-- A soothing wondrous aroma fills the air, curing harmful status ailments that affects nearby allies.
Move 2: Poison Jab
--With thorns dripping with lethal poison, he jabs his foes with them. Has a decent chance of poisoning the opponent.
Move 3: Hidden Power (Water)
--Using a strange power, he gathers the moisture in the air to use as a projectile. It has other uses as well.
Move 4: Razor Leaf
--Using dangerously sharp petal, he flings them at his foes!
Oscar approached the registrar's office, his eyes roaming down to double check his make-shift map. This gotta be it... Biting his lower lip, he took a moment to examine the yellow and cyan markings splashed across it. Approaching the front door cautiously, he stopped in front of it, his eyes lightening up. A sheet of faded loose-leaf paper has been tacked on the front, marked with the words: GUILD REGISTRATION: INQUIRE INSIDE.
"This is it!" He squeaked excitedly. A small shuffle behind him attracted his attention. He glanced to see his Roserade companion, Leaf, sharing a similar gleeful expression, his eyes shimmering. Giving Leaf a thumbs-up, he quietly knocked on the door.
The duo stood in their lonesome, so long that Oscar's enthusiasm began to wane, his perky ears lowering. Maybe we leav- The door sprang open, revealing a creature that sent shudders down the Minccino's spine at first sight, wholly unsure what to call the ghastly Pokémon in front of them.
The creature towered over had the general theme of a Cofagrigus, its golden sarcophagus and head-crest glistening slightly in the light. Rather than two pairs of shadowy arms, its appendages split to formed into short, claw-like arms and legs. The same dark miasma gently spilled from every crack in the coffin, forming a hazy aura around the ghost-type. Its face was made from the darkness as well, illuminated by a pair of piercing blue eyes. The sarcophagus itself was engraved with circular, dotted markings, vaguely resembling an Unown. Most noticeably, its lower body had been split into segments, curling upwards from the hips to form a large, rounded tail.
Oscar paled at the ghost's type abnormal appearance, his lips twitching, tail erect. The thought of high-tailing it out rose, the more he continued to stare. Leaf observed Oscar's reaction with a clueless look. Taking note of Leaf's questioning look, Oscar clapped his paws on his cheeks, plastering on a more confident look. No lookin' afraid in front of Leaf!
"Ah, hello!" the ghost-type exclaimed, pausing after seeing Oscar's reaction to his appearance. "Er, sorry... I may not be the greatest conversationalist, but you haven't got to be afraid of me. I was a Sandshrew in my previous life, hence the look." He pushed the door open with one hand, and extends the other for you, giving a small smile. "Name's Adrian, I'm here as Devdas' replacement."
Oscar stared at the ghostly claw, wary. Reaching out he gripped, only to have his paw go straight through. He jumped slightly before giving off a nervous chuckle. Leaf eyed the ghost's palm mutely yet with a curious gaze in his eyes.
"Are you here to register for the guild?" Adrian asked, cocking his head. At the duo's eager nods, he continued, "Please, come in then by all means."
The pair followed Cofagrigus into the hut, feet traveling across the gravel floor. At the sudden shift of texture, Oscar's paws stretched reflexively to adjust. The walls of the circular room are lined with shelves, many sparse or filled with stacks of paper, rather than books. At the far end of the room, there is a large, cluttered desk, and a wooden storage box adjacent to it.
Oscar took in the scene with wonder, his eyes shimmering with curiosity. His eyes never laid upon a room like this. So cool... His tail swayed as he stood on the tips on his toes. What could be in those papers? What if they lead to treasure? His interest only grew at the idea.
"Ah, would you like a drink?" Adrian asked, disrupting the Minccino's thoughts. "I'm sorry, I can only offer you water at the moment, don't know where my coffee mix has gotten off to."
"Naw I think we're fine?" Oscar snuck a peak at Leaf seeing the Roserade's small shake of the head. "Yup."
Adrian glanced back and forth across the rows of paper, letting out a sigh. "Wonderful... as soon as I memorize where all the records are in here, I can't find anything else," the ghost muttered to himself before turning his attention back to the pair.
"By the way, you wouldn't happen to be related to a Serperior, would you?" Adrian questioned, his eyes filled with interest as they lingered over the Roserade. He made his way around the desk, taking a seat. "You certainly do have some noticeable features," he mused. "That strange leafy frill around your neck... But mostly certainly the protrusions at the side of your head.. Never seen a Roserade with ears! And the yellow markings on you. Hmm. Yes you must have some!" Adrian jotted down notes of the peculiar features before gesturing for the pair to have a seat at a few stools facing adjacent of him.
There was also a large depression in the floor where something round had once sat, and the gravel on top of it is sparse, as if it had been hastily covered up. "Sorry if it isn't too comfortable, I had to buy these things last-minute," the ghost-type admitted letting out a breath. "Devdas had a boulder in here to sit on, of all things, so I suppose anything's an improvement."
"Right. I suppose you're wondering what's happened to Devdas? Well..." The Cofagrigus pauses for a moment, then opens the desk and pulls out a few sheets of loose-leaf paper. "He's had a nervous breakdown, the poor bastard. He was already in a bad spot before the bathysphere's arrival, and with that sudden influx of guild members, it all got to be too much for him. He hasn't quit, don't worry, just transferred over to one of the Cartographers' outposts." He meshes his hazy "claws" together on the desk, glancing back up at you. "The original plan was for me to be the registrar for that outpost, but with the circumstances, we've had to swap places. Well, I'll do whatever I can to keep things running while he's away!"
"Anyway, I've talked enough," Adrian admits, leaning back a little in his seat. "So, tell me! Where are you two from, and what brings you to Aster?"
Oscar had began to doze after Adrian's long explanation. When the ghost's stare transformed into a glare, he shot straight up in his seat with a chuckle. "Um! I always lived her'! I never lived anywhere else! Just on the outskirts. It's a nice place!" Oscar chirped with a grin.
Leaf averted his eyes, his quiet voice a mere mutter. "No se..."
At the ghost's questioning look, Oscar quickly supplied, "I found ol' Leaf here on the trail nearby. Hurt pretty badly. But he's fine now! Livin' with me!"
The ghost-type listened intently, occasionally nodding. "All right, then. In that case, I think I'll get started on the paperwork. Won't take me that long, I promise." He rummaged around in the desk, pulling out a feather and ink-bottle. He opened the latter, dipping the tip of the feather into it. He paused, a toothy grin beginning to spread across his face. "It's always exciting to meet people of different backgrounds, cultures. That's why I took this job, to be honest: it's almost like world travelling, but I don't have to move from this spot. So what's got you two interested in joining the Cartographers?"
Oscar turned sheepish, reluctant to answer. "Er. We mostly joined for the 'venturing bit. It looks mighty fun for us! Nothin' too dangerous and all!"
Adrian scribbled down the information, glancing back and forth between them and the paper. "Perfect. Now, would you mind listing off your distinguishing physical features, if you've got any?" He paused to give Oscar a piercing look from top to bottom, "Your friend here" -he pointed towards the Roserade with his pencil- "Has enough going for him to be different. But you... Let's face it, with so many of the same species in the guilds, this is how people'll be able to find you easily. We've already had several Ditto confused for each other-" He froze then shaking his head. "That's a bad example, but you know what I mean."
Oscar bristled at Adrian's remark, his tail slamming on the ground. "Ya' listen her'! I know darn sure ther' ain't many Minccinos in da village! Heck my sisters probably make up most of it! See this her'" -he pointed out the knicks on his ear- "I got these! Ma' whiskers! Th' stripes on ma' back! And more!"
Adrian inhaled deeply at Minccino's outburst. "Right, right. I apologize. You do have a lot more differences than a normal Minccino. Sorry I wasn't more observant... But let's try something a little more interesting... damn, Devdas always did this bit so theatrically. Let's see if I can match it."
The ghost-type rummaged around in his sarcophagus, pulling out a long, tattered bandage.
A sickly pallor covered the Minccino's fur as he watched the ghost type continue, a paw on his mouth. That's gross! Where did it even come from?!
Ignoring Oscar's reaction, Adrian took his half-full cup from the desk, then wrapped it in the bandage. Once he finished sealing it, he flipped the cup over, holding it face-down above the table. Rather than seeping through the bandage, the water remained in the glass!
"There you go," the Cofagrigus stated grinning, "That's my ability, Mummy. Anything sealed in these bandages will remain in a "preserved" state, and won't be able to use any of its characteristics. If I wrapped you in these, you'd be drained of energy, and wouldn't be able to use your abilities. Not as flashy as lighting one's tail on fire, but eh, what can I say. So, got any special abilities like this?" He places the cup back on the table, still facing downward.
Intrigued, Oscar poked at the wrappings, completely baffled. "Tha's so weird but cool," he murmured with awe, prodding at the wrappings. "My ability ain't nothing like this. It helps me out with my move, Tail Slap! I can give 'mons a good wracking 5 times instead of the rando-"
A poke in his side made the Minccino squeal. Raising an eyebrow when Leaf poked again, he made a gesture. What gives?
"My ability," Leaf started quietly. "To poison with touch."
"Interesting..." Adrian said to himself, jotting down notes while Oscar gave Leaf a look of alarm.
"Hey there, buddy..." Oscar nudge the Roserade playfully while his maw twitched. "Ya' wasn't trying to poison ma', 'ight?"
Leaf stared, not the least bit concerned.
"'Ight...," Oscar huffed with a pout, folding his arms across his chest.
"Off the record," the Cofagrigus chuckled after their little conversation, "could you tell me a bit more about yourselves? Don't mean to offend, it's been pretty interesting from what I've heard so far."
"Well... I got a big family and stuff. Not really much. Leaf here doesn't remember much. Took a hit to his noggin ther'. Been trying to get him to remember but nothin' working," Oscar explained with a shrug.
"Hmm..," Adrian mused with a nod, "here's the last question, and in a way, it's the most important. What expertise do you have that applies to the Cartographers? We've got a very broad range of skills that are needed, everything from map-making to piracy." He stifled a giggle, shaking his head. "Not actually- Felix told me to say that one. But anyway, go ahead."
"I can build traps! Me n' Pa always make traps nearby th' house! Gotta be of some help her'! Map-making? I made maps before. Ma' siblings always get lost somehow. I'm always in a tree, making best route for 'em." Oscar paused with a thoughtful expression, his gaze moving towards the Roserade. What could Leaf offer here..?
"I can talk to plants!" Leaf exclaimed.
"Speak with...plants?" Adrian repeated with disbelief, staring at the Roserade oddly.
Oh no. "What he means is!" Oscar shouted, waving. When the attention was upon, he was left speechless. Come on brain! "He's talkin' about he knows exactly what they need! Yeah! It's almost like speaking with 'em but it's not, ya' see. And he can speak different words!"
"Another language?" Adrian said, interested by this info.
Relief sang through Oscar at disaster being avoided. "Yeah! We don't know exactly what it is but I'm sure it can be of some help if others know!"
"Good. I'm going to need your full names, whether you're absolute or influence- if you know, that is, I'll figure it out eventually- and last, whatever you'd like to call your team. It can be just about anything, except for "Team Name", someone's already taken that." Adrian chuckled again, scratching the back of his head-case.
"The name's Oscar Fairburn. And this her' is Leaf!" Oscar paused. He hadn't thought about that. We are goin- "Team Venture...?" He whispered to himself. "Yeah Team Venture!" He said loudly for the ghost to hear.
After filling out the last of the information, Adrian opened the wooden box adjacent to his desk, removing a pair of stamping devices, one resembling a petri dish with a handle. "Devdas had a printing press in here, originally, but he's taken it with him. I don't sleep very often, so I don't mind doing everything by hand." He pressed the first stamp down on your papers, then the second. "Right, then, it's official! Welcome to the Cartographers' Guild!"