Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-24296957-20140619012103

"Resides in the pipes, slime.  That would obviously point to Grimer or Muk...maybe even the Goomy evolutions, or Dragalge.  But the malicious feeling? Maybe Mind Reader, but that would imply a psychic-type pokemon..." Amet's mind drifted a bit as he leaned on his crutch, weighing the options.

"And blockades to keep something in...that implies something powerful, possibly a final evolution." Amet sighed. He thumbed back towards the Lobby, "From what Luna told me, there was a giant flock of Murkrow that picked the forest clean of food resources.  We've got to make another offensive soon, but we can't have another repeat of the sewers.  We all need to listen to each other.  And effectively."

Fenice chirpped on his shoulder. Petting the bird,  Amet's gaze fell upon Sven, relaxing in the chair. Amet went through the tone of Sven's last statement. He was serious, to say the least. Amet nodded.

Amet looked back out into the hall to make sure no one else was coming. With a slight motion, the boy sent his Pokemon to watch for people coming down the hall.

"Speak your mind, Sven."