The weather is just right, a light breeze that was accompanied by wafting clouds that provided relief from the otherwise hot sun. Still, Oliver couldn't help but sigh at the thought of being stuck in Oldale town. Sure, he was waiting to cash in on a decent mission, but the last place he wanted to be stuck was here. This area was a pit stop, an otherwise unnoticeable and perhaps even an unneeded town.

The task was a simple one, track down and deal with a wayward Drampa. It seemed like an easy enough thing to do, and the reward was rather significant. This Drampa was the most drama this shanty village would receive in some time. Oliver had done enough scouting in his spare moments to find out the many pathways the Drampa used to terrorize the inhabitants. His plan was simple, wait at the entrance until it came. It seemed like an easy enough thing to get done.

"How much longer, damn." He said to himself. cursing under his breath.

He had been waiting in the clearing for some time now and had begun to notice that there were other parties interested in the pokemon. Oliver saw the man, but whoever it was seemed to be staring into the distance, looking for what Oliver assumed was indicators of the troublemaking pokemon.

"It's gonna be a while before it shows up man!." He shouted to the stranger. No doubt someone else had seen the calls for help and had come to deliver these poor folk. There wasn't much to do around here, and if this was a waiting game Oliver would rather serve his time with some company.

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A disturbance broke the air, and Sebastian rested a hand on the pokeballs in his pocket like they were an assortment of firearms to be drawn at the right moment. It did not take long for him to realize that the new presence was no immediate threat. They were of an opposing faction in a time of war, but the two were oblivious to this fact and his introductory statement declared them allies of the same cause for the time being. For now, they were two expensive forms of pest control.

"It could be awhile," he responded calmly as his eyes returned to the direction that they were initially set upon. It was then that slight tremors rocked the landscape. It could be heard in a rhythmic shuffling of leaves and the discord of bird pokemon whose nests had been disturbed by the vibrations. Sebastian tilted his head. The hand that had yet to leave his pocket used its index finger to roll two pokeballs into the palm of his hand, and the red-haired trainer used it to beckon his mamoswine. The second ball would let out his weavile.

"Anyways, I'm Sebastian. Tiny's a big guy, so his attacks don't really discriminate." His hand pointed in the direction of the mamoswine before shifting over to the weavile. "Noir, on the other hand, is pretty clean with the delivery."

Tiny huffed. Noir chuckled and Sebastian kept his focus on the probable entry point of the inevitable foe, a bit more comfortable with the idea of having a partner now that the stranger knew to avoid the mamoswine's line of fire.

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