Black market.(outlaws only)

doren was in a tent behind the shops in grassveil town. here he sold forgeries and other things to outlaws. he always wears a cloak to hide his identity, especialy after he joined the guild. dorren can get anything an outlaw want's, for a price.

A small and petite squirrel with wings without feathers stood in front of the store. "Hm. The Black Market, eh?" she mumbled, staring at the stall. Inside was a Smeargle, with things in the back, that she couldn't quite see. Emma spoke up. "Excuse me. What exactly do you sell here and at what price?"

"whatever you need, as for the price, that depends on the item." dorren said.

"Oh?" Emma said in her usual British accent. "Then, I would like...something to get away from Exploration teams if in need. Do you have such an item?" she inquired, already twirling a pink heart. Duplicates of this heart began to flutter into the stall.

"are you in the records?" dorren asked looking under the counter for a stack of papers.

"Yes. Emma the Emolga." she answered, watching as the Smeargle took a look at a large pile of papers. "And what's your name?" she inquired shortly after.

"you can call me the architect. now, how much do they actually know about you?"Doren said sifting through the stack of papers.

"Not much. Only that I use charm on others to steal and that I'm an Outlaw." Emma didn't like how this was going. It didn't feel right as she talked about her fame.

"you have two options then. you can get captured and i can reduce your sentence or i can forge a fake identity for you." Doren said holding two forms.

"What?" Emma asked, frowning. "I thought I was buying an item?"

"i sell what pokemon need, and you need to get away from exploration teams, so either a fake identity or a reduced sentece time is what i sell." Dorren said. "if you want i can sell you a painting forgery so you can steal the real one without raising suspicion, or i can get an item you request."

"Oh. OK. Then, what's the price for each of them?" Emma Inquired, jumping onto the counter.

"which one do you want? if i don't have it then i can get it." doren said, ignoring the pokemons jump onto the counter.

"Hm...how about the fake identity? Can you craft one?" she said after almost ages of thinking. She liked to think things through, which earned her a reputation for being an incredibly resourceful thief.

"ok, you need something to distinguish yourself from your description... pick up something like a pecha scarf and claim its a family heirloom or something. now someone wouldn't just keep their legal papers on them unless they had to verify their identity on a regular basis. how about an under-cover cop. yeah, that will do. i have a few badges from police officers a few towns over, that should fool anyone as long as you can sell it. before we continue my fee for this service is 500 poke. are you willing to pay that?" Doren said, looking for the correct forms.

[He doesnt have 500 poke to her account ded >.<]

Emma frowned. I don't have that much money! "Oh, sorry. I don't have enough money to pay this off." she replied. "Well, maybe we can put that aside. Do you have something that works as a smokescreen of sorts in this old tattered shop of yours?" she asked, changing the subject. She would probably get a fake identity some time in the future. Or maybe not.

[LOL. i just thought, Karasu and Mirlo should set up a fake identity shop up on the black market, because they can use their illlusions to change you into a completely different pokemon!"

(sure thing desert)
"fine, a home made smoke bomb 50 poke." Doren said. rummaging through the back.

The petite, yet evil Emolga watched as the Smeargle rummaged through his storage of various items. "Make that two." she said, taking out a handful of coins, dumping them on the counter after she jumped back down onto the ground with a somersault. "Don't you just hate those pesky exploration teams?" she inquired, to make some sort of conversation.

dorren smiled "you have no idea. ok just pull the pin and in five seconds the smoke will start to come out. that'll be 100 poke" Doren said fetching the bombs.

"Already paid." Emma replied, pushing the money a little bit closer to her fellow outlaw.

dorren took the money and gave the bombs in a brown sack. "make sure to tell your freinds. the architect is open for business after the sun goes down." Doren said.

"i don't have any friends! I'm an outlaw don't forget that!" Emma snapped, taking the brown sack, and flipping it over her shoulders. "And good night to you. Don't get caught!" she called, waving her hand in farewell as the moon began to rise into the sky, with the stars shining along with it.

[Exit]

Lance stalked into the store and looked at the dealer from under his hood." I need alot of supplies for a big takeover." Lance was careful in what he said.