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Between his gentlemanly gesture of pulling the stool out for her and the sinistea's delight at her presence, Isra can't help but think the welcome is warm as she's ushered into joining them. She slips onto the stool with a practiced grace one might expect of her before reaching out to tap a finger on the rim of the pokemon's cup in greeting. "Well hello to you too." the chuckle is light on her lips, finger only leaving to receive her own cup of tea.

"You do look much sharper tonight, you wear the look well." she compliments, grinning at him over the rim of her cup before she takes a sip. The warmth of the beverage is a delightful compliment to chill of the night. "It sounds like I'm right on time tonight though, must be why I felt so compelled to come out this way."

"can't have you tapping out just yet. They can't have been that bad?" she inquires, knowing full well they most certainly can be.

Remiel Calcifet

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It was a crisp winter night, her favorite kind.

The bite in the air felt like a perfect fit for the festival that was taking place in the city. She could feel it through the long shawl draped over her shoulders and wrapped around her torso, just enough to make the sleek black dress she wore to the office cozy in her mind. Despite being born to the tropical region she had always found the cold more welcoming, invigorating even.

If only she had not been so late to the festivities, but work comes first. The league seems to be in an ever present state of disarray and working for Fernando silph of all people makes that a little more so she feels. It seems like even when they make a little headway something else drives him in a tizzy or finds its way to his desk. She smooths over what she can, and works fast enough to be able to leave early and get a peak at the lingering festivities.

She doesn't fully understand the appeal, surely as she approaches the novelty of it leaves her mesmerized but without someone to enjoy it with the glamour disappears fast. She does not belong amongst the laughing families and loved ones, and in many ways she sees them as nothing but trespassers. Day walkers in her domain, in his. Carelessly so. The night itself is almost more appealing but she is determined to see what the fuss is about, she's heard the story the festivity revolves itself around enough times over the last week to drive her mad. Curiosity reigns, ultimately dictating her interest in being here.

Something out of the corner of her eye derails her, and she finds herself debating between which curiosities to sate first. She supposes, she can always read about the festival later. She's missed most of the fun already anyway, cooped up in a box.

If the sound of her heels does not announce her the sound of her voice certainly will. "A green tea, if you would." she's never been much for coffee. "Do you mind?" she gestures to the seat beside him. "Unless you'd rather not have a visit from a poltergeist on such s festive night."

Remiel Calcifet

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The sinistea leaves her hands behind and there's a flash of a pout on her lips at the absence she's left with. She could have easily been left there with the pokemon for a good while and been entertained by its presence alone, curiosity about it seeking to be sated. Wishing to confirm the reality in front of her by having her hands on it. The feeling does not last any longer than the look on her face, quickly replaced by the porcelain doll she is so careful to be.

Her eyes move to him, watching him as he almost turns away, pleased that he remembers to bid her farewell because not doing so would have been rude. Something she'd hate to think of him as now when she's liked him so much so far. Plenty of people carried manners around lilycove but it was hard to find ones that had the sort of quirk he did in a way that didn't drive her mad below her carefully carved surface.

"That you will, enjoy your evening Remiel Calcifet." She plays along with him, rewarding him a curtsy as he turns to leave. When he's gone her eyes turn to the horizon, certain not to be late making it home. It'd be a shame to miss out on playing poltergeist again sooner rather than later.

Remiel Calcifet
>>fin~

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Isra rarely treads into the area, seeking the shelter of the cold and the beach at night far more often than the volcano that sits on Hoenn's land. She despises it really, the place reeks of the heat and she can't shake the discomfort of the place for the life of her. Even now in the dead of night when it is tempered into something far more reasonable than normal.

But business is business, and sadly there is an old friend of the family that is far too fond of the place for her to not pass through.

>>solo

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Perhaps this pup was part of the same pack as the first one, because it approaches her with a much more playful demeanor than some of the others. Isra pays it little mind however, because now she is feeling the itch to start narrowing in on going home. The outing has been fruitful enough and the Safari is only willing to stay open so late, though they have been willing to give her a few extra minutes in the past.

It seems she will not push it tonight though, she walks past the pokemon, ignoring it trying to follow her for a little bit.

>>passing

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the lizard of a pokemon crawls through the trees, rustling leaves and otherwise causing little reason to acknowledge its existence.

Isra passes by under its trees without even so much as looking its way.the pokemon hufss, but continues its search for berries nonetheless.

>>Passing

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Proper. Not angry or afraid or even startled by the pokemon, but not excited either like she's seen with ghost-type enthusiasts. He is both something she can't quite place in any of her usual boxes a person belongs in and someone that has genuinely amused her twice now. It's enough to make her laugh, truly laugh, a surprisingly weighty sound compared to the usual dainty chuckles she uses in the flow of conversation.

Where his hand moves away her's moves to take it's place, settling bellow the pokemon's cup. She finally places the familiarity, a part of her mind having been combing over old information to determine what exactly it was. Hailing from Galar her experience is minimal, enough so to simply find its activity quaint. Her finger runs along the rim of the cup as she answers him.

"Do you now?" it's almost absent, but she's not uninterested. "I'll promise to do my best and stick around for it, so long as you promise to get lost enough to find me again." Her eyes finally move from the pokemon to him again. "Because I certainly wouldn't mind if you did again."

Remiel Calcifet

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It does not matter that a member of the herd in front of them is clearly out of place.

It does not matter that someone, somewhere, likely wants that pokemon. (They should have come to the safari themself)

It does not matter that under any other circumstance she might have caught the pokemon on principle alone.

Isra Nightingale refuses to interact with the pokemon.

She turns on her heel, if there is ever a sign it is time to start the trek back it is now.

>>Passing

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Something caws for her attention in the distance and Isra glances up at the sky long enough to register the pokemon is there. She knows it to be something that is not native to the region and has been skimming info on the embargo drop for weeks now.

Despite this the pokemon is of little interest. She wouldn't mind having one of course, but she's on the last of her safari balls and the trek is long still. She won't waste it so early.

Forward they go.

>>passing

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"Oh don't go reading me wrong now." she notes how stiff his response seems, but what she otherwise perceives as a blank response is enough to satisfy her. If he's manages to fool her he's earned it. "Careful has nothing do with it, I just prefer to be certain about what I'm getting myself into before I commit." Isra returns to her perfect posture, a little shimmy in her shoulders as if to shake off the momentary dissonance in what had been an otherwise smooth and pleasant conversation. "And I'm afraid you've found me at a time of night when most have less than innocent motives."

Her eyes move to his hand as the sinistea puts itself front and center, watching the small creature as it swirls in the cup. It's smile makes her smile in return and this time she can't quite keep herself from reaching out to it. A slender finger taps the rim of the cup gently, curious about the creature within but careful not to over step whatever boundaries it might have.

"I'm afraid I'm not much for daylight. I'm easiest found after dark or just before morning, though I'm afraid the closer to dawn the less time I have to spare." she looks back up at him, "I work most nights, sleep most of the day." she chooses to clarify now rather than later. "If you're willing to meet me part way, there is a little cafe here in town that lets me stay awhile after they close on my days off. We'd have the place mostly to ourselves and I won't have to leave earlier than you will."

His last comment makes her grin, she can't help but feel like there's a weightier implication behind it. Perhaps that's why she feels compelled to whistle, two notes, high then low. Her Banette flickers into sight beside her, brimming with the energy of a plane he's become accustomed to sitting in and he introduces himself with a playful chuckle before shifting out of sight again.

The pokemon accompanies her everywhere she goes.

Remiel Calcifet

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Isra tilts her head, watching the pokemon with a renewed interest again. She enjoys the concept of the acid armor that glosses over her creamy surface. It has a variety of applications she thinks and the alcremie seems a bit more interesting a pokemon now than it was before. She keeps her thoughts to herself though, better to save them for later. "Go on now."

"You should work on that, you never know when you'll need one." she grins, her own are perpetually lurking around and waiting and most never even realize it, a well deserved perk of such pokemon.

The crash of the wood and metal of the warehouse pulls her away for a moment, eyes searching for her own pokemon who seems to be dancing amongst the flames with earnest. The chandelure reluctantly leaves the warmth of the burning building as she realizes the talking humans may have bigger plans than just this, her sway is hypnotic when she stands still. Isra makes a point not to look directly at the pokemon, turning back to gavin.

"Imp will keep her from doing too much before we get there. Until then we might as well follow." When isra straightens herself she makes a point to dust off the front of her dress, smoothing the crinkles out before they can get moving.

Fingers snap and her heels click against the ground as she walks, pokemon in tow without question. She moves in the direction her noivern had gone, quite certain she has circled the area more than once and believing it to be where they'll find their marks.

Cillian Quinn
>>gavin asked her for a rotom in this thread and then evan got spawned one in his solo
>>pretty sure the rng gods are taunting me :|

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This time when her pokemon tries to square off the woman snaps her fingers, bringing the fox back to attention. It returns to her side and both it and the other pokemon watch each other warily as they pass by. An occasional distraction was one thing, a continued derailment of their activity was another. She couldn't say that she was terribly interested in the pokemon and as such it was better to leave it be.

They continue onward, hoping that the safari will produce something else worthwhile before they turn to leave just as they lock the doors.

>>passing

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Isra cannot say she enjoys the scene that unfolds before her, eyes focused on the beast that threatens everything with equal focus to the one that appears with bodies in hand. This is growing into more and more of a mess and she remembers now why she hates these kinds of operations.

Too many heads and too many hands and barely any one of them knows what they are really doing.

The woman gestures to her pokemon on the ground, its illusion will cover the release of her Gardevoir. They have a chance and she plans to take it.

"Sisi! It's headed for ma! We have to stop it!" a little girl cries and the noivern gets the idea, seeking to close in on the beast her agility further her speed as she seeks to pierce the barrier with a roaring boomburst after boomburst. She does not expect to do damage so much as distract it.

It lets them get close enough for the other half to do their job. "Lu, direct the bombs to our other friend as much as you can. Teleport us out of here if we need it." the gardevoir acknowledges her, the psychic energies already swirling as she seeks to intercept the flying bombs and alter their trajectory towards the second beast, towards the commissioner.

>>Zoroark still using illusion on isra! Illusion also makes her gardevoir go unseen
>>Noivern uses agility!
>>Noivern attacks the clown with Boomburst to distract it (noivern has infiltrator)
>>Gardevoir is released again
>>Gardevoir tries to use psychic to nudge the flying bombs at dahlia and the other ub

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