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[aerial_ace]

Who: Robin and Cordelia
When: Backlogged to 5/10
Where: Forest Shrine
What: Finding an amnesiac in the woods
Warnings: None

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[mightofdemacia]

It has come to my attention.

[The feed is of Garen, in his office, wearing his uniform and looking like a million dollars; everything that needs polished is, not a hair out of place, crisply pressed--the works.

However off setting this is his expression. It is flat. It is neutral. It is...clearly hiding emotions underneath. As always, his first Pokémon--now a Doublade hovers over his right shoulder, and flanking his left is his Magneton.]

That perhaps I need to reintroduce myself. I am not one for public speaking but I also feel that I need to apologize, and inform.

My name is Garen Crownguard, Sword of the Savior. My family name if not familiar to you need not have any weight, nor should my rank within the Swords need to be expressly stated; for we are all citizens of Union.

[He folds his hands together on his desk, and glances down at them a moment before looking up again.]

That being said, I need all of the current members of the Swords to message me privately--I wish to review some recent activity, and talk about our plans going forward for the sake of Union's well-being. As for apologizing, as we do represent Union itself each time we are in public, let me apologize on behalf of the entire Swords of the Savior for our conduct recently. We will make swift amends.

I would also like to discourage the alarming number of hints I see that we are harboring vigilantes. While I can admit our laws may not always seem to serve your interests, and I will receive a formal complaint if you wish to submit them, our laws exist for a reason. I can not condone seeking your own version of justice because if you are not operating by a set of rules then you are capable of anything--including corruption.

[Private for the fon fuckups Fabres~]

The previous message is for you two especially. We need to talk about your public conduct.

01| Action

[vesselofagod]

[A young woman with long white hair approaches the gates of Union, accompanied by a brightly glowing Litwick. She looks up at them in awe, never having seen anything like them before. But anyone watching could easily see her steps faltering, her gait becoming increasingly unsteady. The relief at seeing them snaps the strain that she's managed to keep herself up under, and she collapses to the ground in a heap.

The Litwick with her is upset, if not entirely surprised. He tries tugging at her clothes, but it doesn't wake her. With that having failed, he tries to find someone else he could alert to the problem. After all, they were finally at a human settlement, right? Surely there had to be someone.]