Stalkers RPG: Dustwoken - Main Action and Team Status [SEASON 1]

[Neo Emolga]

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Okay, based on some observations I know exactly who I’m talking to. With Diplomacy, just so ya know.

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Hello there, I’m terribly sorry for bothering you at this hour. It’s just that… I’ve heard a rumour that you’ve been trying to find out more about these Stalker things? And I’ve found a weird note that I think links to you, though I haven’t brought it with me. What exactly is up with this?

[ACTION DECIDED: Interview 33, Sarkkan the Beautifly with Diplomacy. Hone in on details regarding the odd note we found.]

Given what you and the other Savants have come across with regards to what seems to be a conflict situation between Sarkkan, Caily, Vocco, and Kabi, you decide to see what Sarkkan’s side of the story entails.

When you find him at his apartment at the Twinbank Apartments building, you knock on his door and it seems like he was about to head off to sleep, but you managed to get a hold of the Beautifly just before he headed off to bed. It seems he isn’t bothered at all by you being here and he invites you in. While his apartment is a bit small and his sleeping area is only a few feet away from his kitchen, it still feels clean and cozy there and there’s a small wooden table in the middle that can seat three small to medium Pokémon. Anyone larger than that and it would definitely be very cramped.

“Hello there, I’m terribly sorry for bothering you at this hour,” you tell him, “It’s just that… I’ve heard a rumor that you’ve been trying to find out more about these Stalker things?”

“Hey there, no need to be sorry about that,” he replies to you in a way that feels reassuring. “I’ve studied for long hours at night before, but thankfully tonight I don’t need to do exam prep.”

He decides to make some tea for you and himself and while the teapot is being warmed up on his stove, he grabs a chair and sits down, keeping his wings spread out and tries to make himself comfortable. You grab your own chair, sit down with him with your leaf tail sticking out the back of your seat and decide to hear him out.

#33 Sarkkan the Beautifly has become Compliant.

“Stalkers… yeah, where to get started with them…” he begins, trying to collect his thoughts. “What I’ve figured out is this isn’t your typical mystery story. I’ll admit, I do read a lot of mysteries. That’s definitely my favorite literature genre. For fun, I try to figure out the endings and who did it before the end of the story and I’ve been getting better at getting it right. It’s fun if you’ve ever tried it.”

“Stalkers are… not your everyday mystery story. I realized that early on as I tried to put together what is really going on in this town and now I’m getting a bit nervous none of this is what I thought it was. I even tried to study a few past real-life detective cases and ok, those made sense. The evidence, the trials, and the motives all made sense most of the time. But here, barely anything makes sense but I’ve been trying to piece together whatever I can. These murders just seem more like happenstance and none of the victims seems to know their attacker. That’s really unusual.”

After the metal teapot whistles with steam coming out, he pours out a nice cup of hot tea for you and himself. It has a kind of nice, almost floral like flavor and aroma to it, which you imagine is probably his favorite.

“Drink up!” he tells you with a bright-eyed expression. “I think I like this flavor the most. It’s a mix of cinnamon and cyanflower extracts with a few slight notes of hazelleaf. Plus it helps me sleep easier. That kind of thing helps when I just need to rest my head and not think about all the studying material I have swimming in my head just before an exam!”

You take another sip and while it’s still a bit hot, you can see why he likes it, even though it’s your first time ever having a tea like this. Nonetheless, you thank him for his hospitality and ask about what he’s found about the Stalkers, even if it doesn’t seem at all normal.

“I realized early on that these Stalkers are definitely capable of the supernatural,” Sarkkan tells you, not sure how you’d react to that. “They can definitely blend in and they are clearly wearing disguises. The other thing I realized is they always strike at night, never during the day.”

“Here’s where things get a little weird,” Sarkkan explains, pulling out one of his notebooks, putting it on the table besides his teacup, and then opening it before flipping through page after page of notes. “Each Stalker has their own unique way of killing their victims. Like some kind of twisted signature. One of these Stalkers has some kind of… I dunno, power, tool, or something that causes rapid decay. As in these victims will be found in the morning as skeletons. Like Chalpi the Girafarig and Wilfrea the Nickit. Pokémon literally saw them the day before totally alive and well and the next day it was like they had been dead for over a decade. I just… can’t even begin to explain how or what makes that possible. There’s no kind of fungus or bacteria or just… anything that’s capable of that.”

“It… gets worse,” he tells you, flipping to the next page. “Another Stalker does something that really messes with the victim’s mind. There’s been a few cases of Pokémon being found in a self-mutilated state. Like they were… yuck… trying to rearrange their skin and body parts until they bled out. I don’t know what would ever drive a Pokémon to do such a thing, but there’s got to be something supernaturally wicked about that. Like some kind of mind control or something. Right now, the only victim I was able to do some research on was a Floette named Kaliate. I couldn’t really stomach to look at another…”

“Beyond that, I’m having trouble drawing conclusions,” Sarkkan tells you regrettably, taking a sip from his tea using his proboscis. “The fact there’s multiple Stalkers working all at the same time makes this harder. And they have no qualms about killing anyone, even children. I tried to get Kabi’s help with some of this but she told me I really shouldn’t be meddling with this stuff. I don’t get it. We used to be good study buddies when it felt like we were the only ones who actually cared about doing well in our classes. Now she’s barely ever around, doesn’t reply to notes I leave for her, and every passing day it’s like she grows more and more distant. I’m wondering if maybe she’s just not really taking any of this well at all.”

“I’ve found a weird note that I think links to you,” you explain to Sarkkan, “though I haven’t brought it with me. What exactly is up with this?”

“Weird,” Sarkkan explains. “Do you know who wrote it? Well, I guess I’d have to see it to be able to get a better understanding about what it is. Definitely bring it next time, I’m curious to see what this is about.”

“Well, it’s getting late,” Sarkkan tells you as you both finish your tea. “Hopefully you enjoyed the tea and hey, please come back and visit whenever you’d like. I hope you can find something out there that can help us understand just what is really going on around here…”

“And hopefully soon because… yeah, I really don’t want to die…”

Colored the Snivy (S: Grass)

Health: 16/16 | Sanity: 20/20 | Purity: 24/24 | 3/10 Kurosuōbā | Dodge Rate: 40%
Perk: Diplomacy
Reincarnation Forms: Morelull, Palpitoad, Mega Audino, Pidgeot, Cinccino
EQUIPMENT:

• Defense Armor: <Empty>
• Jewelry: <Empty>