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Evan is on the usual kind of hunt, seeking out an old native in the local area he's spoken with in the past and that he'd like to check up on. How long had it been since he'd made his way to this part of hoenn? Too long, being tied down to Rustboro was hindering his usual habits too much for his liking but he couldn't simply leave the obligation there behind.

He really shouldn't be getting distracted, he only had so much time to spare for these kinds of visits now compared to how he used to. If it took him 10 days to find the person in the past that wasn't a problem. Now it had to happen in or two or else things at the Stray would get too far behind without his presence.

His sigh is long, drawn out, and laced with exasperation because he just can't help himself when he sees someone young with a backpack that looks almost too full. He deviates from the path he's been to step out onto the path beside her. "Good afternoon." he chirps, surprisingly cheery for a man in an ill-fitting tank top and baggy jeans befitting the heat of the area.

Annie Mei

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OOps.

Her response was something he was pretty used to, most people were startled by him at first glance. It was the eyes really, or so he thought. They were contacts of course but they were the kind of thing everyone thought got put in storage after Halloween was over. "Whateber you're thinking, my appearances are not as telling as you think they are." he holds his hands up in front of him in an attempt to prove he means no harm, simply a bleeding heart saying hello.

His attention turns to her pokemon as she releases it on the wild ones, an innocent kind of curiosity on his face as it roars one of them back instead of combating the wild pokemon like most do as their go to. Evan is not inclined to join in until the heat begins to wash over them in a wave of humid gust and he realizes one of them is undeniably hostile. One hand moves to the strap on his other wrist and the pokemon released arrives with the same regal appearance his name implies, the Vaporeon's fishtail curling around his feet as he watches with wide eyes.

"Pois, if you would." The pokemon stands and bears down on the torkoal with his water gun, pushing it back until the turtle pokemon finally realizes that fleeing may be a better option than trying to push back against the water type.

"Name's Evan by the way!" he states, turning back to her with a grin, never missing a beat. "You?"

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There is a certain sort of grin one makes when they are trying desperately hard not to laugh over something.

Evan is currently making that grin and trying his damndest not to let it show too much. He can't help it, that kind of gusto has always made him chuckle and now is no different. She's in a horrible spot to be talking so big but good on her from trying right? "Evan Fader" a chuckle laces his words, he's trying, really he is. "Bartender and Tavern owner, amongst other things."

His attention is vaguely on the pokemon, because he trusts his own to handle them with little trouble though the Vaporeon is still in need of some fine tuning in it's abilities. The water type was simply a worth while choice knowing he was coming this way. It's not until it's bearing down on the Marowak with a double kick that he really thinks about what it's fighting. He's got a soft spot for alola. "Poisedon, dear," the vaporeon returns to his side with surprising swiftness, slipping in between his feet, fishtail curling around an ankle as the man releases a different pokemon. The musharna takes the stage with a yawn and Evan doesn't really have to ask him before hestarts building the psychic energy. "Let's take that one along shall we?"

As the psychic type lifts the pokemon into the air Evan retrieves a loose pokeball from his own back, taking a couple of pockets to find it before he tosses it at the wild pokemon.

"So what are you doing out here amyway?" he asks of the youngster in front of him, attention back on her.

Annie Mei
>>attempting capture on marowak!

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"I ain't laughin' like that love." he let's the laugh go for real now, because it's obvious trying to hold it in won't do him much good at all. He's already gone and offended her, something he can't say he's unused to either. Evan has spent too much of his life being a little bit of everything but what people expect and all too often his looks taint his words in other people's eyes. He's nowhere near as malicious as people are prone to think him.

He gives her a moment to let it out nonetheless though, he's not going to resist and it doesn't diminish his grin in the slightest- he would have to take offense at her words for that to happen and he most certainly does not. "Good on you for saying something though, most people are too scared to do that." but he doesn't get far in his commentary before the wild pokemon force their hands again. Evan is willing to leave it be for the moment while she addresses her pokemon, the embargo that was recently lifted seems to have actively flooded the region with the unusual pokemon. He had expected more of a slow release but it seems they just went for it.

His hands return to his pockets as he watches, the nature of the Galar pokemon being something of interest. At least to a degree. It is thanks to his status as the observer that he catches the skittering from the shadows of the path. Despite the man being a space cadet his instincts are undeniably fine tuned and his eyes turn from their usual soft and joyful to a had look as he tracks the faint sound with his eyes.

"Vince." the pokemon follows his eyes and catches on as quick as ever, waiting. Despite what some might think of wild pokemon they can be just as crafty as trained ones, they repeat what they see just as much as humans do. Well most of them do, some have a little bit harder time figuring that sort of thing out than others.

The webs springs from out of sight, looking to trap the lured in prey that's fallen for the carkol lure. It's intercepted almost instantly by a wall of psychic energy from the musharna, suspending it mid air before it can make contact. "Future sight. Keep an eye on the Carkol" he comments over the bugs hissing, the energies swirl in the area surrounding his musharna for a moment before they make contact with the bug. it reels back and in the space between motions the musharna throws the spider's web back at it, locking it into place with it's own trap. A new future sight begins to build, and when it hit it will be the last.

Evan's attention turns back to the kid and the carkol, a snap of his fingers has the vaporeon between his feet at the ready should try to take advantage of the other pokemon's failure to come through.

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The vaporeon settles again between his feet as the pair seem to make decent work of the carkol. An eyebrow raises and her choice to capture it but otherwise makes no comment on the matter. He doesn't even expect the thank you, as far as he's concerned it's more a lesson to be learned for her. Just because you think something in the wild has been bested does not mean the wilds won't find something else to throw at you. There's always something else.

Her question is met with his eyes snapping their attention to her, a sudden movement that on anyone else seems unalarming but his eyes give it it an added eeriness. The man is well aware of the effect he can have on people but somehow seems oblivious to the idea of paying closer attention to his own behaviors to mitigate it. "Who knows!" he says almost too chipper with an innocent smile. She's asked a question he prefers to leave up in the air, he's always gotten a bit of a kick out of the type of responses people have to his eyes. They're contacts of course, tattoos, while possible, come with risks to the eyes that even he's not willing to take. Custom contacts though? Those he can get behind. Not that anyone needs to know that.A man needs to have a little mystery about him right?

Evan crouches, bringing himself closer to the vaporeon at his feet so that he can pet the water type, it nuzzles at his hand with a trill at the attention. The pokemon is quite the cuddle bug and quite possibly one of his most mellow pokemon. "You're welcome. Is there a particular look owners of things are supposed to have?" he inquires, head tilting with innocent curiosity, as if to say he wants a genuine answer to her question. Which he does, Evan is an ever curious thing and will always listen intently when an answer is given.

Before she can answer a pair of pokemon wonder onto the path and he's struck by an idea. More like a little trick to show her, and perhaps help what looks to be a young pokemon bound to wear itself out after awhile. "Poise, buddy, wanna cover the area for me?"

The pokemon snorts at him but stands, slinking out from under him with a sway of his body. The pokemon moves with a deftness that likely plays a part in the popularity of the species. He dances around the wild things, coating them and the area with water via his water gun, the camerupt retorting with a snort at the stinging water and preparing a slue of fire for them.

"Rest is all your's" he says with a nod towards the water pooling beneath the pokemon, a perfect conductor for the electricity supplied by her own pokemon, hoping she'll catch his drift. His pokemon don't need the experience nearly as much. His own joltik would be able to supply the combo well enough but he sees no reason to pull the little thing out of its hiding place if she's willing to play along.

The musharna watches her closely, prepared to interfere should the need arise, psychic energies swirling around him in preparation for a psychic defense should she be too slow to the mark.

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>>no captures!