"Sir...?" A rather large, black nose pushed itself through the doorway, a soft creek sounding from the old, wooden frame.
"Leave me." The older 'mon's dark silhouette stood out against the the moonlit backdrop of a wall. The air was grim, the mayor's misery weighing the new comer down. The feeling of hopelessness clouded the poor Bibarels's eyes.
"Sir, ah, uh... Vincent sent me check up on ya." The newcomer spoke again, pushing the door open even wider, giving the moon that shone through a nearby window the chance to shine down on the diembodied voice. The light painted a silver image of an Arcanine with thick, bushy eyebrows, and deep, somber eyes.
"There is nothing you can do. I just want my son back." The large beaver sighed. Narrowing his eyes in a squint, the Arcanine could make out the Mayor's small black paws. One paw held a flat object while the other ran along the edges of it. It wasn't hard for him distinguish that the object in the mayor's hands was probably a painting of his son. His chest heaved a sigh, the large canine dropping his rear to the floor as he took a seat.
"We're doing everything we can t' find him... We just, aint found no leads." His ears laid flat against the back of his head, biting his lip at the thought of another lashing from the Mayor. He tended to raise his voice at any signs of failure when it came to the search for his recently disappeared son.
Children from all over Kremo had been disappearing, and the case to look for them had always been a residual task; looming in the background, making itself prominent whenever another child was taken, only to slink back into the shadows when the excitement died down. The key word was "had." The loss of the Mayor's son caused the town to rupture in the speak of the missing children yet again, and the mayor's distress calling out to the Rangers guild to make solving the case top priorty. Normal jobs were put on hold, and everyone was put on the search that seemed to go nowhere. Not a single 'mon could find a lead, and everyone began to loose hope.
"Meh..." The Bibarel muttered, turning away. The Arcanine sighed. "Jesse."
The large dog perked up.
"Fetch Vincent and Jean, you three are to travel to Yiaponsk and ask for help from the Legionaries."
"The legionaries?" Jesse's jaw dropped. The legionaries were an elite guild that were expertise at solving complex crimes, interrogation, and stealth missions; however, they were rogues. Never did they do things 'by the book.' The were everything the Rangers didn't stand for.
"With your conjoined forces, not only can we search more land, but they may be able to find a clue. They look at things differently than you, after all."
"They look at things the wrong way, thasall that is." Jesses frowned, pulling his head back like a pup disgusted by a vegetable that was slung in front of his maw.
"I'm not going to bicker about this. This is bigger than your rivalry. Bigger than anything. Now go."
"Alright, alright, I'm goin, I'm goin." The Legendary Pokemon's head swung around, his body following as he turned tail to leave. "See ya around I guess."
Don't laugh at my awful writing skills lmao i made this over a year ago i donn't feel like editing it.
Thsi was originally part of soem art i had for a PMD ARPG, but currently can't afford to run it, so i'm turning it into a solo story that is progressed in both comics and written passages like this. The old apps for the group will be the charachter refs with their complete bios n such! I'll be uploading all of what i had written in such over time and adding onto the story uwu
I mgiht make it a semi group thing where others can use the apps and the world for promtps in stuff without it being super seriously
Let me know what you think uwu
ALSO THE ARCANINE ISN'T REALLY BLUE HE LOOKS BLUE IN A FEW OF THES IMAGES BECAUSE I USED LIMITED PALETTES