Black Market Trades [mod]

[calico]

There's a certain ambition that's been dragging at Calico with every moment she lays eyes on Tepig. The little creature, despite the fact he would have died without her assistance, is not weak in and of himself. He has his element, and a certain amount of fighting spirit. Yet he's so small; yet with so much potential. And Calico knows she can grasp that potential. She can take it and mold it and create herself a formidable team! With this team comes the ability to take on tougher jobs within Team Rocket, and to take on those gjinka head-to-head and legally.

It is with this thought that she consoles herself on the sudden lightness of her pockets. Saving up for weeks bought her a decent hall deep in these black market streets. Tucked within their balls sit a Skarmory and a Duskull. Both are quiet, for now, though Calico knows the shiftiness of ghosts and so doesn't let her guard down.

Calmly, carefully the pair slips down back streets and through dark, deserted alleyways. Despite her familiarity with the Jungle, Calico is loathe to stay her longer than she has to, especially with the sun beginning to fall towards the horizon. In reality night isn't much worse than day save for the oppressive fact that you can't see the threats coming. Wires crisscross overhead like the vines this place was named for. Tepig seems interested in them and where they lead, a little piggish smile still plastered across his face. They both have long ago gotten used to the stench down here; the smell of human waste, decomposition, and exhaust. Calico slips her hand to the corner of a building, leaning around enough to glare down the alley before continuing on.

[Cori]

WILD FOONGUS APPEARED!

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Foongus || Male || Effect Spore || Grass/Poison || Level 3
Absorb

Living in a dangerous environment like the Jungle, being a poison type had its advantages. For one thing the lack of pure, breathable air never bothered you, and even the most pollution-clogged alleyways and refuse-choked gutters could make a fairly comfortable home while offering the additional benefit of keeping away anything other Pokémon that were bothered by the stench. Thus creatures like the lone Foongus hiding away in the shadow of an garbage filled alley in between two towering buildings could live in relative peace, protected from the constant fighting between Pokémon and people alike in this dark, dank block of the slums. Provided that no one crazy enough to risk their butts walking down these rotting streets caught an eyeful of them and decided to attack, that is.

Shuddering at that thought, the Foongus crouched his body closer to the ground, hoping that the pokéball pattern on his cap would be enough to fool anyone in this dim light. No one would risk lingering in one place long enough to investigate a lone, potentially broken pokéball in this place, right? Not when who-knows-what could be prowling the streets. Though the tiny dual-type had no idea what the black market was let alone what dark deeds they committed in the shadows of the slums, but he did know that there were some humans around here who were far more dangerous than the Pokémon trying to scrape out a place in this shady sector of the City.

A chorus of footsteps alerted the Foongus to an approaching presence, and he froze, waiting for whoever it was to pass him by with baited breath. If he could just keep calm and not give away his position, he would be just fine...at least for now.

OOC: Oh dear god, I am so sorry for letting this sit so long. x_x For whatever reason it didn't get added to the to-mod list, so I ended up overlooking it. I am such a fail. DX