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POSTED ON Jan 15, 2020 7:04:37 GMT

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Maybe it is the simularity of the two pokemon that makes her zoroark square up, feeling a need to prove herself the moment her trainer eyes the pokemon. At first Isra thinks she's found a potential addition, but quickly decides its best to avoid it as her own is quick to get in the pokemon's face. Both move to attack and the click of Isra's heels continue.

The zoroark will catch up at some point, until then she releases her froslass to join her.

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there is a certain sort of excitement in her when she spots the pokemon. The woma perks up as she walking towards it, derailing her outting with the punching golems for but a moment. She can't help herself, it is one of the species she is most fond of but rarely seems to come across in a moment where she can capture it.

The pokemon spots her and runs.

Isra gives chase, determined to pin it down without having to use the golems. If she allows them to play with it that'll be worse for the long run.

These are moments where Isra thinks her nightly ways are a blessing. she can only imagine what some would think of the prim and properly dressed young woman following an espurr around tree and rock was like. It was, to a degree, ridiculous.

At some point both human and pokemon seem to accept each other's stubborness, but isra seeks victory in her throw of a pokeball before the pokemon can scurry off again.

>>Yes <3 capping

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focused on putting distance betwren herself and the unwanted pokemon Isra does pays no mind to the gathering of green to the side of the path. She has little interest in the creatures that she passes by anyway, they are better left for trainers that might find them worthy of attention. To her they are mundane and unworthy of their popularity

The fox follows her with little hesitation or trouble, it seems to pay more attention than its trainer, at least enoughto stair down one of the pokemon that tries to get her attention.she does not stop until it returns to its pack where it belongs.

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POSTED ON Jan 15, 2020 4:35:26 GMT

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it seems to be meandering to somewhere, though neither pokemon nor trainer are sure where.one moment it looks to the left, the next the right, takes a few steps and looks around again.

Isra stops and watches it for a moment, unsure what to make of it. She neither hates nor adores the pokemon so she finds herself indifferent to its plight and after awhile it seems to find a place to lay down and rest.

Trainer and pokemon move onward.

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No.

"No."

Isra speaks firmly to the Zoroark, she has no intention of interacting or otherwise getting anywhere near the pokemon further down the path. "We're going this way." she doesn't give her pokemon room to argue.

Few things make her heels click against the ground as fast as the sight of a bouffalant, all of her previous encounters with them have been a disaster and she can't find it in her to have any desire to deal with the pokemon at all.

She can't even fathom why the safari would want the thing roaming it to begin with.

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POSTED ON Jan 14, 2020 7:41:42 GMT

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One of them slips into nowhere at all in a fashion Isra is used to, a common case with her banette. She supposes it has seen something she could not given it was much taller than she was.

The monster of a pokemon reappears and without any hesitation punches something. Isra doesn't see what and frankly doesn't care too much. This was meant to be a relaxing stroll anyway.

The towering pokemon returns to her side, it seems silently proud of itself for the swift dispatch of the fiend that would have otherwise crossed their paths.

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It is rare that Isra walks with the ghosts in question at her side, the Golurks are amongst her favored pokemon but they are most often left at home to guard the place. Tonight she has decided to give them a small outing, something to stretch their legs after they have spent so long in the confines of her estate. They seem pleased by the idea as the make their way down the path. The trio is overbearing to witness and it has left them unbothered thus far.

Isra is okay with that.

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POSTED ON Jan 14, 2020 3:06:26 GMT

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He has a point, though Isra has never bothered with such things with her own pokemon. They either trust and take or they do not and she tries again later. It's a far more lengthier route to gaining their trust but it has yet to fail her. That's not her decision however so she looks up at the sky, waiting for the circling noivern to make her rounds back to them.

"I'm afraid not." there's a hint of agitation in her tone when she answers him. "It is one of the two I most want that have eluded me." no matter how far and wide she looks, they seem to always be everywhere except where she is.

A sharp and low whistles sounds when the noivern is in range, the pokemon shifts her directions with a well practiced fluidity. With a hefty flap of its wings the pokemon descends, landing beside her trainer with a controlled thud. It pays no mind to the other pokemon, eyes squarely on Isra as she rummages through her bag. The treat is offered and initially scoffed at, huffed at, the pokemon looks at her perplexed, head tilting to the side.

Isra sighs. "I know, consider it your lucky day Sophia." it snorts again as if unsure it should but it is not because it wont\'t. Treats do not come unearned in the field, they are spoiled at home after the fact. The bat leans forward and snatches the treat from her hand delicately, devouring it with earnest before Isra changes her mind. The pokemon does not wait for further command before taking to the sky again.

"That better?" she looks to the Alcremie, though after she talks to gavin. "I assume you don't have a rotom either? I imagine it doesn't matter too much right now, one of our pokemon are bound to come across something. Sohpia may try to attack them before we get there though."

Better that than sicking her Hydreigon after them though.

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>>she's a cutie
>>And yes gavin, she would indeed throw down, she'd think it was fun

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POSTED ON Jan 14, 2020 2:51:15 GMT

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Isra can't help but grin with the bird dives from above, a whistle alerts her pokemon to what she sees before she does. Instinctively the zoroark creates and illusion, one self stays behind and takes the brave bird to the back while her true self moves aside, agility increasing again as she focuses on the movement of her feet.

The pokemon strikes as soon as the bird comes close to the ground, claws sharpening as she waits for the exact pokemon when the bird will realize it has his nothing and the shadow cloaked claws slash again and again through the bird. Her attacks are fast and relentless, looking to fell the bird before it can fly away again.

A snap of her fingers brings the pokemon to a halt, and Isra throws the ball again. Satisfied with the idea of another addition to her growing hoard.

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POSTED ON Jan 14, 2020 2:42:27 GMT

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His introduction charms her. It swims bellow the surface of her smile and gaze, careful not to let it show. She appreciates his manners and she knows the names he speaks in an abstract way. They are things she has heard but not experienced and they float in front of her like half truths she has not yet confirmed the realness of.

They are like many things in her life, the kind of thing someone of her stature should know but having not seen them she does not quite think them real. And yet here he is in front of her, speaking them nonetheless.

"A pleasure, Remiel Calcifet." she repeats the name delicately, as if she were carefully placing every letter in their respective space in her mind. Isra does not quite grasp who stands before her but that makes him more interesting than not. Questions surface quickly but she finds herself stowing them away for another time when he almost seems to read her mind and speak the same thing she is thinking in a way: They ought to meet again.

The chuckle is light on her lips. "Isra, please, I only go by that at work." though she appreciates the politeness he has more than earned the right to be a little less formal. "I suppose you're pleasant enough to allow that."

She leans forward the slightest bit, as if to get a closer look at him as she speaks. "Lucky you, I like forwardness, or else it would be awful easy to take offense to that." she watches his face closely, hoping he will satisfy her confirmation of his intent. Though she does not feel he's implying anything uncouth she knows better than most how easy it is to cover up ones ulterior motives. "Not that you aren't pleasant enough in that regard, but you should be careful what you ask of a lady after dark."

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POSTED ON Jan 14, 2020 2:08:57 GMT

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She's made her way down the path a fair way before another pokemon makes itself known. Without waiting for her to acknowledge it the pokemon goes barreling towards her shins and Isra only barely manages to move out of the way. A quick whistle releases her zoroark from the confines of it ball, a call the pokemon know quite well.

It takes little more than a quick gesture for the pokemon shift the weight of its feet, glowing with the psychic energy that increases her speed, the pokemon gives chase with little trouble. A dazing round of shadows halts the pig pokemon, the slashing shadow cloaked claws brings it under the surface of consciousness and leaves it waiting for her on the path.

As Isra struts closer, following after her pokemon, she tosses one of the safari balls. It seems like a good enough catch to her.

>>capturing!

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POSTED ON Jan 14, 2020 1:47:15 GMT

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It saunters out onto the path before her and Isra is smitten.

She can't help but think the pokemon pairs perfectly with her dress, a lovely charcoal grey to match the season but to not be too much of a contrast to her pale skin. Perhaps the pokemon thinks the same as it steps into line beside her as she walks past, looking down at it and watching. She's not eager to ruffle that perfect fur or otherwise leave it any worse off than it was when she found it.

The pokemon follows her with a prim little meow, the two of them seem like they would already be together. When Isra sits on a rock to think to herself about all the things that have been on her mind again the pokemon jumps up onto her lap and poises itself perfectly for attention. Her fingers sit behind its ear for awhile, slowly making her way down the pokemon's back and it purrs in delight.

It seems only natural to press the pokeball against its side, and the pokemon does not resist.

>>aaaaaah capturing

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This is the cleaning song [gavin/mission]

POSTED ON Jan 13, 2020 4:35:09 GMT

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Isra's reflexes are faster than they should be for someone who puts so much effort into being perfect, prim and proper. Had the alcremie dropped her treat Isra would have caught it without a second thought, ensuring she didn't lose it quite so fast. She makes a sideways glance at Gavin, not certain if she approves or disapproves.

"And if they're ever mean to you you can just come find me, I'll give him a good beating for you girl." she winks at the pokemon, it's a half jest if only because she would give him a good beating if he earned it. She doesn't see that as likely to occur though, or perhaps she hopes it doesn't in her own distorted way of seeing things. Unless he actually asked her for a fight or something but that's a different story.

There's a look on her face as if she remembers something, or perhaps realizes she allowed herself to get distracted. Still not moving away from the Alcremie yet, Isra rummages through her bag for the baggy of left behind evidence that she had collected from the warehouse before letting the pokemon set it ablaze and tosses it in Gavin's direction.

"Go ahead and take a look, I haven't inspected any of it too hard yet. Figured I would wait for you." she's skimmed over the contents but hasn't put that much thought into it. "They wanted their story confirmed but their story was vague to begin with." and to her, that's always a red flag.

"Nothing else in the warehouse was unusual, but feel free to ask any questions I should be able to answer them." her memory was impeccable, and she'd made a point to take a handful of pictures just in case she missed something too.

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>>poor alcreamie ;w;

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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2020 4:14:50 GMT

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Isra comes to a stand still, watching him slowly.

He's completely ignoring her and it sets a small part of her to boiling.

She's no more fond of the overbearing politeness of society than most others are but this is simply beyond rude. He wasn't even acknowledging her, no hello no basic politeness, nothing.

The woman must take a deep breath to keep herself from visibly fuming. Even a snarky and sarcastic response would have been better than this. Who did he think he was? The woman moves to step directly in front of him on purpose, just to be a bit of an ass.

"Let me guess, you're one of those 'I'll handle it all myself' types if we actually get attacked by ghosts aren't you? I'd like to know that at least ahead of time." her voice is a practiced pleasant, her smile carved into her face and painted over to be sure it cannot go anywhere. Underneath she is hoping that if they do get attacked he struggles so she can leave him to drown instead of helping him.

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