Lament awoke on his groups room feeling reborn (Ironically). He found, that he laid there alone, however. He didn't get a good look at his room last night, It was furnished with an office desk in the corner, a push-in/push-out window and the hay beds. His new ears perked up on hearing the sound of a crowd conversing among itself. He lazily rolled out of bed, and walked out of the room and down the hallway connecting the various rooms. Each room had a number, and a small detachable sign consisting of the teams name. He read name after name going down the hall,
"Team Gutsy.... Team Mungry.... Team FreeRunners....!" He stopped to see a fairly peculiar name that tickled him, but not in a good way. It felt like pealing off the top layer of your skin, and tickling the pink flesh underneath. "Team.... *(;_;)* TonguePunchStuffers... (It sends a chill up my spine for some reason....)"
*Deep murmuring from a crowd*
"*(>.>)*" Lament ran out in to the main Hall were the respective teams were standing, they awaited for The guild master to come and give the announcements.
-Psst Lam', over hear.
Lament turned his head to see Tibith beckoning him over to the group,
"Sleep well? I hope so..."
"Boo, I hope your ready for today." Solyk was happy-go-lucky like always
"I don't know, I'll do my best... Wait! What happens today? Again?"
~crrrrrrEAAAAAK! Truh, Truh...
"Ahhh, we're all awake it seems, even you Lament."
"*(^.^)*"
"We'll carry on with the normal routines today, teams will get a mission, and complete it. The teams called, however, will stay behind and follow me."
Everyone already knew the names he would call. "Team Blazinghearts and Team Chivalry!"
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Awhile later in a Field in the guild courtyard. There's a few scattered boulders around, some of them cracked. There are trenches in the ground, and some trees are visible on the course. It was a training course, one for the rookies you could presume.
"I'm sure your wondering what your here for Lament."
"*(>.>)*" Laments eyes are fixed on the Aggron, He wears a maroon red cloak, a brown hat and . That's pretty much it, he seemed chilled at the time, and sure of himself.
"You must understand that this isn't for entertainment, everyone in this guild has gone through this threshold, even the ones that sit with you. You don't necessarily have to win, just show your fighting style. I'll give you a minute or so to talk with your friends, and see what they can help you with."
At that moment, Vinnux and Solyk began tugging Lament over behind one of the larger boulders for a quick chat. Upon getting there, Tibith was laying on the floor, limp and lifeless, not even using her legs. She points at Lament using one of them as if it were a hand.
"You remember to freakin' DODGE that flash cannon!!!!"
"Your only telling him about flash cannon. *To Lament* He also knows Iron tail, Bulldoze and Stone edge. He's steel type, so yu should be fine."
"Uhh (What... I don't.)." Solyk snatches Lament away.
" *(:D)* Gimme' a minute with him guys~" he takes him a little off so they can talk
"Solyk, I don't know what those moves look like..."
"Are you lot' done yet!" Grazer seemed to be getting anxious
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PMD: The delinquent who can't remember his crime. ~ By Heartford
FanfictionLament. A 14 year old boy wakes up as a Pansear, in the world of Pokémon. At first he doesn't take to place very well. But as he meets and has a first hand conversation with creature after creature, he begins to show his difference. A dark force lie...
