An Errand Run [Petrel]

If Petrel had been to Chrono island before he would have gladly teleported with Nan, flying was often a hassle he just couldn't be bothered with, what with the trying not to fall off, and the insects flying into his face. Oh and there was that Wingull that one time and hadn't that just been a bloody mess. Still, he had never been to the island with Nan, and teleporting to unknown places was risky at best. It was entirely possible a person could lose a limb or phase themselves into a wall doing something like that.

Ornate wings tilted just so, lifting Petrel and his Xatu higher. Beside him flew a second Xatu, though the rather silly look on its face seemed out of place. A lone flyer was often an easy target in disputed territory, particularly on clear day, and Petrel wasn't stupid. Squish made a good decoy, using it's transform move to mimic Nan. The two swept around each other, clearly enjoying themselves even as Petrel was inconvenienced. His own... delivery was strapped to his back, he wasn't even sure what was in the case, which peeved him a bit. He was supposed to an executive right? Shouldn't he know these things? But no, the higher ups had been all sorts of secretive.

At last the island had come into view, Petrel recognizing it from the map, and so he leaned forward, body language steering the great psychic bird. They swept towards land in a lazy spiral. Squish landed first, locating the other half of the operation on the ground. It's derpy face offered the stranger a wide grin, stretching the Xatu face comically.

Petrel wasn't far behind and he dismounted shortly, approaching the other guy. A grunt. He was paired with some grunt for this? And why wouldn't they tell him what they were delivering!? Petrel eyed the other guy speculatively.

"Whose branch are you from? I trust you had no issues acquiring the goods?"

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One of Proton's grunts? That didn't bode well, that whole group was a walking disaster. He wasn't sure how Proton put up with that mess, but someone had to, he was just glad it wasn't him. Not that his Branch was particularly skilled in anything other than blowing shit up. In fact, a lot of them were idiots too, but at least they weren't a mess. So how the hell did he get paired off with one of Proton's lackeys for some kind of mystery delivery experience?

Not that Petrel was particularly angry or upset, just a little curious about the whole situation. It just seemed... off. He offered the super serious-faced guy a mild look. "Didn't say anything about your ability to commence anything. Relax, man, this'll be cake." Squish made a garbled Xatu call before melting into a pile of pink goo, then reforming to mirror the grunt's form. Except with that Ditto face it was sort of hilarious. Squish wiggled his arms at his mirror, a sort of boneless wavey motion that would have been disturbing if it weren't so ridiculous.

Petrel stifled a laugh, snickering into a hand. "Alright, best get a move on." And he started up the path, away from the ocean. "What do you call yourself?" He looked over his shoulder at the guy, a loose smile on his face. Squish-guy was walking up the hill after Petrel, his gait a poor imitation of walking and more like an exaggerated cartoonish walk.
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Squish led them to the bottom of the hill in the same wobbly not-quite-human gait as before, stupid grin on his face remaining stupid. Petrel liked to keep the little mimic around if only for the comedic relief, the little guy was amusing- not to mention infinitely handy in disguising himself.

So far the job had been easy, acquiring the goods, landing on the island. Nothing ever went this easy. So Petrel was keeping a sceptical eye out even as he kept up the small talk with Thanatos. They're well past the hill when something finally did catch his eye. "So... you're sure you weren't followed?" He asked, raising a sleek purple eyebrow. But he wasn't looking at Thanatos, but a couple of figures just over the grunt's shoulder.

They were pointing towards the two Rockets, gesturing and seemed to be debating amongst themselves, though they were too far away to hear. "Because looks like we've caught someone's attention."
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Woah, was this guy always so hyper analytical? It sort of took Petrel off guard, coming from one of Proton's grunts. They weren't known for their ability to stop and really take a look at a situation before making decisions... But this guy was different, in a sort of scary-focused way.

Oh and then there were the guns. Now that didn't surprise Petrel a bit. Trigger happy was exactly what he expected from Proton's people, so when Thanatos offered to blow the mystery folks' brains out he couldn't help the grin on his face. "Naw, keep walking, if they wan't to tango, they'll come to us." He made a placating gesture with his hands, hefting the goods in their case and continuing on.

Though... as a precaution Petrel reached for his belt, fishing out a couple pokeballs, the first he used to retract the spare Xatu, the other released Gasper. The Wheezing huffed and puffed good naturedly, bobbing around the two Rockets with a huge grin on its faces as if it had never quite gotten over its Koffing stage. "Give us some cover, buddy." Petrel said, knocking his knuckles against the Wheezing's hard purple body.

Gasper heaved a huge, over dramatic sigh before releasing a thick smoke screen. Petrel gestured for Thanatos to follow him, and he led the way through to clearer air, the ditto version of himself trailing along. "If that doesn't send a message..." And he slashed his hand across his neck, winking at Thanatos.
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