A friend

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A long day ahead of him, the sun high in the sky at noon, she kissed Lament with her flesh-singeing skin. She was like a clingy girlfriend to the tired boy, as he left the village to go into the surrounding forest, secluded to himself so the he can elaborate on his situation. He found a tree out of the sun, and sat against it, the application form rolled up in his hand.

"Nobody..." he wipes the sweat from his brow, and watches as it slowly turns to vapor on his hand,"Is it REALLY, that hot?" calmly and reassuringly, he tried to smile and and reflected on his previous attempts.

"Hmmm...(That orange lizard guy was pretty tough-looking, but she ended up turning out to be a softy. then there's that black and yellow thing with those cones for hands... It attacked me...) Errrrr....*Rolls over into the fetal position*(This is way too hard, if its such a straight-forward job, why can't I get a partner?) Agh! *lays on his back, head against the tree* (Is there some trick to this...)"

Its at the end of that thought when he heard the sound of someone singing, paired by the rustling of branches and leaves of the trees above, it slowly got closer... It was an angelic voice, Lament felt like it could be female, but there was a hint of man in that pie.

~In the dreams that I hold, all my fantasies uuuuuunnnnn-fold~ *Swish* *Rustling* 

~And things I wanna live~ *Swish* *Rustlings* 

~Are just Faaake happy-endings, with fiiiiigures pretending, they've washed the illuuuuusions far away~ *CRUNCH*

There was a sound of chewing, maybe the culprit was eating nearby, Lament looked looked right and left. He scratched his head, "Uhhhh, where is he-OUCH!!!" A discarded apple core hit Lament from above, as he looked at it he heard another crunch, and this time a large gulp. The was hit a second time with an apple core and when he looked up,  he saw a purplish monkey-like creature with large ears and a dopey smile. Lament was getting angry when he then caught a glimpse of something that curved his anger. The large yellowy-colored hand-tail, as big as his own head, holding three more fruits [ star fruit, oran berry, and pecha].  He wore a backwards, earmuff beanie, that was black and white with pink stars on the white parts. His ear twitched, and looking down he saw Lament sitting there, watching the tail of this creature, who then smiled and jumped down in from of him. He flinched and backed up against the tree.

"Ooooooh, weeeeeeelllllllll, hi there friend~ I hope you'll forgive me for my not seeing you~ *sings every word* The name is  Solyk~ Whats yours?~" *extends his hand expecting Lament to shake it* 

"Lament... *Shakes it*" Lament was scared at first, but relaxed on hearing the short tune. 

"(>_<) O-M-GGGGGGG!!!!!!." *he noticed the scroll in Laments hand* "Is-that-a-guild-application!"

"....!(This could be my chance) Umm, yeah. just decided to get into the work yunno. So far its been easy since i came from the Scorched plains."

"Scorched plains.... OHHH, which one are you gonna be, which guild?!!?!?!?!?!!?" HE was as giddy as a schoolgirl.

"Uhm, explorer, and all i need to do is fill out this application...but I haven't found a partner yet... *tries to keep it cool* Maybe its my delivery or something? "  

"Hmmm."

"Or maybe-" he was instantly cut off by Solyk.

"Its cuz you don't have friends!( :3)." Lament was utterly shocked

"(-.-)"

"Hear me out..." he gets into a sitting cricc-cross-applesuace, and tone down into a serious frown,"You wouldn't go into a war, and have someone you know nothing about watch your back, would you? The guilds teams work the same way, when you choose your partner, its often someone you have a familiar understanding with, someone you know. Not just some random person you ask, before you can get a teammate, you have to get a friend."

"Well, *Sigh* that makes things harder."

"No it won't, *jumps up and takes a breath*(Same rhythm as the first one) ~Becuase, to the ends of the earth, we travel the wooooorrrrrrlllldddd, and fight off the bad boys. ~Cuase' bu imma' be your part-ner and we'll fight-them-off from all-sides, out run them, with our strides, we will fly to moooooonnnn~" Solyk's angelic voice again soothed Laments nerves, then he swiped the paper.

"Now let's fill this out, Lammy (=3)."

"Lammy?(This guy is okay, I guess. So far he hasn't given me a reason to be worried, no red flags. Maybe I can trust him.)"

"Oh, uhm, in your bio, do ya' want me to put, Human into pokemon, or pokemon who was a human before?" *(O_O)*

"(Say what) Say What.!?" 

"Its alright man, *Hands the paper back to him* ~Don't be scared, little friend~, not all pokemon hate humans. if you think of it this way, we wouldn't be this strong if it hadn't been for you."

"*sigh*" 

"But you should atleast try to hide it." Lament looks up.

"Huh?" 

"For instance, *gets serious again, and speaks while his eyes are closed* I'm sure another trustworthy person told you how to get by in this world, and that person told you not to stick out to much. They've probably also told you that you need to start acting your type, your a fire type. You, should get strength from the sun, yunno?  The one your trying to hide from. *Turns around and crosses arms* Your even sweating, it shouldn't even be hot to you! Thats not even it. *He looks at Lament from the corner of his eye* Your tail is curled up like a kecleon, as if it tensed up when you forgot you had one..."  Lament thought for a mintue, 

"(If it was that easy for this guy to see I was human, how easy is it for others? How many have already started thinking I was human? *becomes restless* And the sun really is hot!)"

"Don't worry, I'll help you~ *Pushes the application toward him* First lets finish up this. The only things I can't fill out for you are the moves and abilities. The accesory is sooooommmmething, I'll deal with later, along with the picture and nature. 

""Uhm..." *(v_v)* 

"*(-.-)...* You don't know what aaaannnny of those things are do you?"

"Nope..."

"*Sigh* Welp! *smiles with one eye closed* We'll deal with that later! I'll find you some good TMs, teach you a move or two,  you...will...be...Faaabuuulouss!!!!!!!"

And so it begins...

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