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Between Theo and his own pokemon, Marcel was relieved to see that their efforts seemed to be chipping away at Fezandipiti. If they could keep up the assault- Marcel gritted his teeth. Great. "Get back!" he called to his team, hurriedly moving even further away. With a final retaliatory bite...

Scorch shrieked as the wind tossed her about. It sent Loaf skidding backward, almost carrying him off his paws. Marcel squinted, shielding himself from the stiff winds with one arm. Poison splashed across the field, one blob grazing Scorch's wing and sending her careening. Loaf scrambled...

Scorch spiraled out of the way of the attacks, dodging them skillfully. The Rockruff didn't pose a detriment, but they were annoying. And distracting. Marcel shouted a desperate warning as he saw the telltale sign of moonblast about to be unleashed, but it wasn't enough. Between avoiding the...

"And yet your defense is only to make accusations, instead of countering the truth," Marcel said, an cold edge to his voice. By his legs, Loaf growled. As he spoke, he mentally tensed himself for a fight, shifting into a more ready stance. "Don't fall for his lies!" Marcel called to trainers...

Marcel let out a sigh of relief as the performer slipped away, only to find himself face to face with with a now Zorua, talking to him. Definitely weird but after the chaos of earlier he guessed he was getting used to it. "I had started to suspect those loyal three were playing at something,"...

So much happening at once, not enough time to evaluate. Prioritize and focus. Ogrepon didn't seem to be around, but maybe it was hiding nearby? And by the sound of the boys whispers he seemed to be planning something of his own. Fezandipiti would be coming, but their path was blocked by this...

Marcel rushed after the kid. Great. He followed, determined to at least try and keep an eye on him. Immediately he shifted to high alert once Scorch arrived. He murmured a quick thanks but there was no time to decide how to prepare however, before a scream came from up ahead. That was bad...

Marcel was a few heartbeats away from pulling his 'here's my badge' card but to his relief, the people here must have been much more trusting than back home. That was... refreshing. "Of course not," he said with a calm nod, glancing between the two kids, with a pointed look and a smile. "I...

That was it. Something about this whole situation was deeply askew. The evidence wasn't adding up, there were conflicting narratives, and between the ancestor of the mask maker making his statement, Marcel no knew without a doubt there was someone lying. The Loyal Three claimed the masks...

Marcel remained steady as Fezandipiti scrutinized him, wondering for a moment if he might try something. He relaxed one the strange bird recognized him as human. He nodded along as Fezandipiti spoke, keeping a vaguely sympathetic but interested expression. "Of course, of course," he said...

Marcel had risen to his feet on instinct as the strange bird-like pokemon landed. He was surprised to hear a pokemon speak so... Distinctly. It was like a telepathy but somehow felt a little different than the sort he was accustomed to. He listened calmly as he continued to speak, but he...

"Fascinating, I hadn't realized they were such skilled seekers of other pokemon. My own Chimecho is a very talented healer. Saved me from more scrapes than I can count." Well technically, he could count them all but... Marcel raised an eyebrow at her response. Vices? "I have to say, that's an...

Marcel nodded as she spoke, his attention split between watching the play and listening to Vienna. Somehow he found it rather amusing that the Ogrepon mask was that of the mon who supposedly killed this lands guardians. Drake would probably have gotten a kick out of that.He couldn't help but...

Merci? Interesting, so perhaps she was Kalosian. He smiled at her amiably and nodded. "My first as well. Had a couple weeks vacation that needed using, so I figured I'd travel and see something new. I have to say, its beautiful. I'm always fascinated by the different cultures and history of the...

Marcel watched with rapt attention as the tale continued, studying the masks. Village guardians... He wondered for a moment how what he'd heard about Ogrepon fit into all of this. The masks the actors on stage displayed looked exquisite, delicately carved. Clearly the mask-maker had a great deal...

First, a quick snack. Marcel settled on buying a candy apple, then hurried towards the stage the to catch the show. He found a nice spot just off to the side where he had a good view of the stage and settled in to listen. He caught some chatter of what sounded like a heated conversation between...

Marcel murmured a quiet thank you to elder and bowed before wandering to mingle in the Festival. He also made a mental note to hear the legend the man spoke of. New cultures and history always fascinated him. A couple weeks of leave from the stress of hos job gave him the perfect excuse to...