"Well....." the fire haired man reached down petting the electric pokemon. Jolteon's legs stretched as Misha retracted his hand to walk down the streets of this little town. Fire eyes scanned the scenery, a new town a new thing to see. Though he wasn't hard to miss as the locals seemed to be distracted by the fireball walking down their streets. "Oh well ain't I popular," he pat the pokemon and waved to the strangers, keeping his pleasant boy next door face mask on. "Hmm I wonder what secrets this town is hiding," he smiled as he stopped at looked at an abandoned house. "What a story~"

bryan delarosa

Misha stared at his hands, trading a coin between each of his fingers. A simple fun trick that amazed many. Though an even better trick was guess which hand the coin was in! It was an easy carnival trick to play in bars, mainly because he was intentionally vague saying there was no rules in the first place. The line to challenge him was unreal, but honestly he could care less because they'd all lose because the coin would NEVER be in his hands. They'd always be somewhere or else, or the zoroark illusion would hide the coins.

Now the one person in particular that he wanted to challenge, was an avatar, mainly to gamble for a specimen or two of his dna, MAYBE snatch some articuno feathers if he was lucky. Walking past the line and right up to the stranger. "How about a game!" clearly Misha knew he was a stranger to him.

Laurence Anderson

Misha was preparing his body for the ravages of Hoenn. Fiery Path was just one of those extremely hot places where one needed to adjust their core temperature and resilience to the heat. Sure science could solve most of these issues, but science isn't always useful in the spur of the moment. Besides the broader your skill set the better mind games you could potentially play. Or well in his case distract and divert.

Making this a game while walking a skinning rod placed across a cavern. It was risky but nothing scary enough for a Carnival Performer. Even so his antiques may draw attention as he stood in the middle on one foot, balancing, while giving his manic smile.

Tara Arnnelia 

Just how high could he build his tower here? Misha's eyes stared upward towards the skin, thinking to himself. The blue roll of paper in his hands billowed in the winds as he scouted the areas. "Where to start building my tower," the wealthy man glazed down the sky, then allowed his hand to fall down, looking back at the Malamar that kept it's distance hiding in the shadows as it clicked it's beak at strangers.

"Calm down we're just....plot shopping, besides you'll get your fun when I got to start these games that are planned," putting his hands on the hips, the malamar let out a screech as it lifted up a sewer crate and remained lurking under it. "foolish squid," he laughed and down the street some more, stopping to look at a park, then further down. "I'd love to bring the circus here for a week,"

@tallulah