Gavin Merlino
he/him
36
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
creatures of habit, carrion flowers, growing from repeated crimes.
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Cillian Quinn
[attr="class","gavin"] With Isra's prompting, and the reassurance from watching the Noivern that the treat wasn't going to poison her, Alcremie shoots one last nervous look at Gavin before nibbling at the edge of the sweet. There's a brief pause — Alcremie chews, Gavin stares, the wood of the burning warehouse crackles menacingly — before the fairy-type relaxes and downs the rest of the sweet with a certain shyness. She keeps looking at Gavin, who simply nods, unsure of how else to handle the situation. This was progress, he supposed? "They certainly have their uses."He might not be scared of ghosts, but the feeling he gets upon glancing toward the Chandelure makes him nothing less than uneasy. It's almost like he wants to keep looking at it, regardless of his own disinterest in the species... yes, there was definitely something off there. He looks away, forcibly maintaining composure. Emboar and Alcremie are returned to their pokeballs, Gavin's Crobat circling the trainers in a wide loop as they walk. Gavin takes the opportunity to smoke a cigarette, breaking a comfortable silence only with a hacking cough midway through. Clearing his throat, he spits and gestures up the path. "You hear that? Either your Pokemon's found our 'problem', or something else is going on."He rests his hand on Lucario's pokeball upon their approach, just in case. notes:omg the WORST luck Isra Nightingale [newclass=.gavin] width:300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; [/newclass] [newclass=.gavin b] color: #716075; [/newclass] [newclass=.gavin i] color: #716075; font-style: italic; [/newclass]
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