The Stalkers RPG - Main Action and Team Status Thread [SEASON 3] *SWEET VICTORY!*

[LKWayvern]

I'd like to use Diplomacy on Rancha.

Greetings, plebeian. How is the weather on this arbitrary, meaningless day?

[Neo Emolga]

I'd like to use Diplomacy on Rancha.

Greetings, plebeian. How is the weather on this arbitrary, meaningless day?

You encounter Rancha the Breloom, who looks like she's really not in the mood for a chat, but you're feeling like MAKING her in the mood for one.

"Look, I don't have a clue who you are and I really don't give a damn the weather, but-"

"Really?" you fearlessly talk down to Rancha. "Well, try making some time, because things around Southwarren can go one of two ways. You either help us get to the bottom of these Stalker attacks, or everyone dies, likely screaming and being put into a position where you all wished it would come sooner. This is really not difficult to figure out."

"Excuse me, but I'm the Overseer of this town," Rancha attempts to counter. "I'm perfectly capable of getting this situation under control. And I will."

"You haven't been under control since this crapshow started weeks ago," you remind her. "You need us and we need you and there's no time to take the gamble on thinking you can get on top of it on your own. I'm sure you know what just happened to Salsha last night, didn't you? I didn't think it was actually possible to turn a Sylveon into gravy like that."

Rancha looks away for a moment, not exactly thrilled to be having this conversation, but you can see it's starting to sink in.

"Hasn't been the first time that bastard did something like that," Rancha replies with the look of disgust on her face.

"So for crap's sake, let's figure out what who the hell did that so we can see how they like having that done to them," you tell her. "I'm not asking you to play nice or be courteous. But we both wanted these deranged freaks lynched days ago. You help us and we'll help you."

"Lynching?" Rancha asks, almost beginning to smile. "That's old school and I can probably come up with something better than that, but fine, deal's a deal. Let's clean these assholes out of my town."

#1 Rancha the Breloom has become COMPLIANT

Having gotten Rancha on your side, you're looking forward to her cooperation from here on in. She may not be the nicest Pokémon ever, but she's now willing to help you however she can.

Laura the Giratina (L: Ghost/Dragon)

Health: 6/6
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Diplomacy | Learned Abilities: Restrain
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Neo Emolga]

I'll interview #58 Edder the Sigilyph, ask them if they know anything about the Stalkers.

Interview Rapport: POSITIVE, INTIMIDATING
+1 Shared Pokémon Type (Flying)
+Intimidation (Rock vs Flying)

You find Edder the Sigilyph living at the Deckler Apartment Building, where it seems he's definitely grown old and the years haven't been a friend to his memories and his mental capacity. You knock on his door, and at first he tells you to go away, but you simply tell him you're here to help and only then does he decide to open the door for you. But only just a crack as you continue to stand in the hallway. It seems he doesn't even want you in his apartment, but from what you can tell from the dust and the slight smell that manages to pass through, you figure maybe that's for the best.

"Stalkers!?" Edder asks you, sounding eccentric and odd. "There better not be any Stalkers here! You, wait a minute...! Are you one of them!?"

You tell him you're not, and quite the opposite in that you explain you're trying to find them and stop them. He nods, but then looks back at you with a look of doubt in his old eyes.

"Can I trust you?" he asks.

You nod, although you wonder if he really knows what's going on.

"I know who all the Stalkers are," Edder tells you. "Stalkers, yes, they're everywhere. They feed off of the dreams of the living, they do. Especially the young ones. They seem to favor the young ones. Vabin... now that's a Stalker. That schmuck would always hide behind my hedgerow, probably waiting to mug me or steal my medication. And Veba. Damn that Veba. Always going on and on and on about her snooty stupid boyfriend and the damn noise they made listening to that trashy drivel they think still counts as music. I HATE that noise. And then there's that little snit. Yandil. Always running around like a busy little Beedril... like I don't know WHAT THE HELL HE'S UP TO! Good riddance to all of them. And I mean all of them. Yes, you get rid of all of them. Give me some peace and quiet."

He then shuts the door, and leaves you alone in the hallway, though you can almost hear slight muttering behind the door, which eventually quiets down to pure silence...

Sarah the Archen (S: Rock/Flying)

Health: 4/4
Sanity: 4/4
Perk: Security | Learned Abilities: Escort/Protect
Failed Assassinations: 0/2