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[katya]

In a way, the biolab was very pretty, but Griff had no intention of stopping to smell the flowers. Instead, he came here with the single purpose of searching out this particular flower. He didn't know what it was called, but he knew what it was for. Amongst the underground dealers, they called it the revival herb--he'd heard of it used for pokemon as a makeshift revive, but its uses for humans ranged towards the more hallucinogenic and plausibly medicinal. Griff wasn't so sure about the medicinal uses, but well, he knew how much the plant sold for, if it were (im)properly processed. And it just so happened that he knew a thing or two--or at least a person or two that knew a thing or two--about how to get the fine, white powder that so often traded hands in Nexivus' darker streets.

Garnet had the best sense of smell in his team, and she kept her nose to the ground, doing her best to pick up the delicate scent of breaking the law. She'd reminded Griff earlier by tapping on the cuff around his left ankle, proof that the cops still had him in their sights, but he wasn't bothered. He was a pokemon trainer now by the law's own decree, and everyone knew that the industrial complex was a great place to either train or catch pokemon. He had plenty of legal reasons to be here, and even the most hard-nosed cop would have a hard time proving otherwise.

The day here had proved fruitful already. It wasn't a large harvest, but it was enough to call a profit. Honestly, the stuff sold on the streets had all too many extra ingredients in it, so he'd have a plentiful crop once he mixed the herb with, well, random crap. Whatever he could his hands on that looked right, basically.

Quite frankly, Griff was a cheat. He'd passed off plastic as diamonds, making a fortune out of a sow's ear without batting an eyelash. Selling snow laced generously with baking soda and flour was Griff's usual preference, though he could pick out a connoisseur when he saw one, and always kept a bit of the premium selection handy for people he couldn't dupe so easily. In Oxgate, he'd been a local retailer at best, too small scale to threaten the big guns, but he built a reputation for selling the good stuff. Griff just didn't let on that he only sold the good stuff to people that could tell the difference.

Suddenly, Garnet froze in her tracks. <Vul,> she said calmly, only to let him know that they weren't alone. She didn't sound frightened, but then again, she never did.

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notes Does PB have anything against talking drugs? Because err, I need to do something about this then.
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[TSAVO]

The Petilil had been out minding her own business when she suddenly felt a disturbance. Someone was out walking across and collecting the plants that she cared for so dearly. She looked around, trying to pin-point where these trespassers could be and why the guards had not yet found them. Moving in that direction, she was quite angry with them. Going out into the open, she finally spotted them. At least two of them. She did not know how many more there could be or if the tall one was carrying more pokemon with her. But for now, it was just a large pink-haired one with a Vulpix. She moved backward nervously. The fox was her weakness... But she could not just let them go on killing her plants!

"Peti peti lil!" She shouted at them, her tone angry and her large eyes staring them down. She did not actually have a mouth or nose of any sort, so her noises were quiet. She was frustrated and looked at them as if they were monsters, going about like they owned the place. She would show them, once one of the guards showed up. However, by moving out in front of them, she worried that she might not have time for a guard to show up now. She would be their focus, the one who was trying to stop them. Using a Growth to make herself bigger, she hoped to at least intimidate them. Or make them move off somewhere else, not that she was afraid to protect her land, but she did not really /want/ to.

Doing the best she could, she puffed up and tried to look large and in charge. The Vulpix had been sniffing around... for something from what she could tell anyway. The Vulpix had also warned the man before the Petilil had made herself fully visible to them. Which only made her more angry with the thing. Plus, she knew that it could easily set everything on fire, and then what would she have left? She would have to move to the Waterworks and try to get plants to grow there. Of course she loved water, but she still enjoyed the Biolab much more than the waterworks. Plus, it just seemed like a lot of extra work going out and trying to move into an area where another type already dominated...

She shook her head and wondered if maybe they were weak, just looking for something to heal them. Which might mean they had been looking for her and her head leaves all along. Moving a foot or so backward out of this new worry, she gulped. Well, it appeared as if this might become a fight or flight situation, and she had already decided that she would have to fight. No doubt about that.

A Wild Pokemon Appeared!

Level Eight - Female
Growth;; Absorb;; Leech Seed

Petilil used Growth

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[katya]

"Is it just me, or is that petilil a bit overlarge?" Griff asked. Garnet couldn't see the other pokemon, but she could hear its movements, soft as they were, and it did seem to be making a bit too much noise to be normal. <Vul,> she answered with the confirmative, although without much concern.

The problem was that it wasn't simply attacking. Griff knew what to do when a pokemon attacked him, but he wasn't so sure about a pokemon that had puffed itself up just to... stand there. Garnet didn't care. He didn't really care either. "Maybe it wants a fight?" he asked. Garnet shrugged in response and continued sniffing along the ground, her blind eyes not bothering to give the Petilil even a moment's attention. Griff hoped the Petilil wouldn't take offense at that--but then, who could blame Garnet for ignoring a presence when it was obvious that her eyes was nothing but angry scars and bad memories?

Griff didn't have an excuse though. "Hey, hey, calm down a little. Are you alright?" he tried, faking a general clueless concern. If the other pokemon picked a fight, Griff was certain Garnet would set the whole place on fire, and that... well, that would be bad. "Look, I can't understand you, hold on. Garnet?" he called, trying to get the vulpix to stop. "Garnet! Oh, whatever."

Griff reached for another pokeball to release the only smooth-talker amongst his pokemon. Atlas appeared out of the pokeball's light, his form dark and sleek, his healing scar from the noctus mankey lending him a rugged charm--or that was Griff's only assumption considering the flocks of feminine attention the weavile received all the time now. The weavile took in his surroundings, noted the Petilil, who he graced with a disarming grin, and then turned to question Griff. "I think this petilil isn't very happy with us. Can you tell her we don't mean any harm?"

Atlas nodded. <Weavile weav,> he explained, indicating that they were only here to collect healing herbs. Atlas' manner was gracious, but also curt and rather distant. To Griff and his pokemon, the weavile was always warm and fatherly, but to strangers, he affected a much more dashing but far less paternal presence. <Weavile, weav vile weavile,> he continued, insinuating that herbs were the best remedy, and they'd heard the best were found here.

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