PMD-u Written Application: Team Compass

HUNTERS GUILD: Compass
Date Joined: August 18th, 2014
Current Funds: 2 St

Merits:
Strikes: 1

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Nodin
Species: Eevee
Nature: Modest
Characteristic: Strong willed
Gender: Male                    Age: 30
Ability: Anticipation

Strength: 3                  Agility: 2
Intelligence: 3              Charisma: 4

Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma: 2 + 2

Move 1: Baton Pass
Move 2: Retaliate
Move 3: Quick Attack
Move 4: Sand Attack

Inventory: None

-Item 1
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-Item 2
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-Item 3
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Rama
Species: Zorua
Nature: Bashful
Characteristic: Alert to sounds
Gender: Female                    Age: 21
Ability:

Strength: 2                  Agility: 5
Intelligence: 3              Charisma: 3

Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Dark  -> Intelligence: 1 + 2

Move 1: Roar
Move 2: Shadow Ball
Move 3: Grass Knot
Move 4: Scratch

Inventory:

-Template Scarf
----Description: Long, dark grey scarf. Only wears it when in Zorua form.

-Item 2
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-Item 3
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========== WRITTEN TEST ==========

An Eevee walks down one of the many streets in Andalusst, the Dreamer’s Eye. Three ponytails stick out at the back of his head, while his neck fur is tied into small ponytails too at the ends. Beside him is a purple Kecleon. The sun is setting, casting the street is harsh orange light and shadows. “You know, there’s no need to hide. Not here.” The Eevee, Nodin, states, breaking the silence. He continues forward without a glance at his partner, his bright orange eyes catching the last light of the sun. The Kecleon says nothing, refusing to respond or change form. They continue to walk until they reach a building: their destination.

Above them stands one of the few restaurants around Andalusst that could be considered ritzy, Café Obscurité. The name is often looked upon as ironic, due to the establishment's success and popularity. Many can't afford to dine here, but it is where the Hunters have invited them to speak with a Guild representative. Hopefully they didn't expect them to pay... They were short on money.

Nodin stops in front of the building and looks up at it for a moment. He then starts forward again and opens up the door, the Kecleon right behind him. The moment he steps inside, the Pokémon at the front desk approaches both of them and shows the two to a table. It's located in one of the darker corners of the already-dim establishment, and it's already attended by a sly, smiling Furret with a blue newsboy cap.

"Hey, pull up a seat. Order your favorites; this one's on the Guild's checkbook," he greets with a quick wave. The Eevee pulls out a seat and hops onto it, sitting down. His Kecleon partner sits beside him, her gaze fixated on the Furret, a form of a growl on her lips.

“Rama.” Nodin says quietly, looking at his Kecleon friend. He looks at her with a reassuring gaze, and the purple lizard relaxes a little.

Shortly after they’re both situated, an Empoleon waiter arrives at the table and passes a fancy-looking menu to everyone present. A number of higher-class dishes are represented on it, along with equally high-class prices. "The usual," the Normal-type comments with disregard, gently pushing the menu back against the Empoleon's chest. The waiter merely rolls his eyes and turns his attention to the other two, waiting expectantly for the team to order.

“I’ll just have the special soup of the day.” Nodin tells the waiter. He looks to Rama and then back to the waiter. “She’ll have the steak and a glass of water.” Once the Empoleon has everyone's orders, the waiter shoots one last annoyed glance at the strange fellow, who appears unfazed, before walking off.

"No sense of humor," the Furret remarks with a shrug, before lazily slumping back in his seat. His gaze doesn't settle on anyone in particular, as though he's simply staring off somewhere.

"The name's Cuffin, but I'm sure you've already heard of me. No need for introductions on your part, I already know who ya are," Cuffin says with another sly smirk, tapping his paws together. Nodin narrows his eyes. "So... I work for this kid, Sundance. He made me promise to ask ya 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. First things first: why do you wanna join the Hunters?" The last question is accompanied by a roll of the eyes and a dramatic recitation, as if driving home the fact that he's being forced to ask this.

“I’ve seen them in action. It beats living on the streets.” Nodin replies, his posture relaxed.

At the very least, Cuffin looks interested as he listens. Perhaps it isn't the question itself he's so annoyed about. "All right. Respectable, yeah. Down the list..." The scruffy Furret reaches for a parchment already settled upon the table. Rather than hold it up to read, he crumples it in his paws rather rudely, then promptly tosses it over his shoulder. "What can you bring to the Hunters? What skills or talents can you utilize for us?" Once again, his recitation of the question is somewhat mocking.

“Some of your Hunter friends already know some of what we can do. We may have been bested in battle, but we have other skills you may need.” The Eevee remarks, staring steadily at the Furret. The Kecleon at his side shifts in her seat, seeming not able to find a comfortable position.

"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. I guess we'll get to see some of that soon enough. Don't get me wrong; your answer don't mean you're gonna be taken or thrown out. This is basically... formalities..." Cuffin pauses, tilting his head upward thoughtfully. "...Yeah, formalities. I think that's the word he used. Whatever that means." A grin comes over the Furret's fuzzy face as he readies himself for his next question, lowering the register of his voice. "This one's more interestin', to the little guy's credit. Are you against doin' things that the Royal Guard ain't gonna like if they catch ya doin' em?"

Nodin’s one ear flicks. “…No. The Royal Guard doesn’t concern me, so whatever you have planned, we’ll follow.”

The Normal-type's pointed ears twitch at the reply. "It ain't me, just sayin'. I know well enough that if yer here, then you an' I are prolly already aware of the answer to that question. I just needed somethin' to tell the kid." With a sigh of relief, Cuffin tosses his hands in the air, then at the sides of the chair dramatically. "Whew. All right, enough of that stuff. The kid is on the right track, but sometimes it seems like the royals crammed a stick really far up there, if ya know what I mean. All these "formalities" and junk... anyway, the rest is straight from me." He looks left, then right... but given the way his bright eyes are never quite focusing on your team, this seems to be one of those "formalities" of his own. He then begins to explain in an oddly sincere fashion, "You already know the basic stuff, so I'm gonna 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."

Nodin looks at the Furret for a moment, seeming to let that sink in, then says, “I’ve dealt with the unbearable before and saw some pretty awful things. We can handle it.” He takes a side glance at his partner.

Cuffin's non-serious demeanor returns with a smirk at your response. "Is that so? Well... to be honest, I would've blamed ya, actually," he jokes with a lightly teasing tone. "Who doesn't wanna know everything about everybody? Life is all about keepin' yer options as open as possible 'til the right moment."

Just then, the waiter comes into earshot, flippers laden with everyone's orders. As he hesitates with the platter containing Cuffin's meal, one can't help but wonder if he's contemplating on spitting in it. The Furret doesn't appear to be looking at him anyway... and he probably couldn't even if he wanted to. The silver platters are placed on the table with mild clatter, but Cuffin faces the twosome team again before paying them any mind.

"Before we eat..." he interrupts, reaching down and palming the nearest glass. He holds it up and forward across the table. "Let's toast, to the new recruits," Cuffin proposes, though he leans in and adds with a whisper, "...That's you, just so ya know." The Eevee gives a slight nod and takes his glass, holding it up. Rama takes hers and holds it up as well until they clank them together.