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“Funny, that… I'm interested to know how you came to that conclusion.” He’s made his way down the long flight of winding stairs by the time Stormy arrives, wearing the exact expression that she expects of him, although the sharpness of his eyes are dulled by weariness. He can hear the water birds’ screeches from their perch all the way at the top of the lighthouse even though they were now at the base; Bryn shoots Stormy a dry, unamused look to go with his sarcastic tones as the Pelipper let out a cackling chorus. “Fucking birds. Don’t you love them?” Still, Bryn released a sigh, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he stepped aside so that Stormy could come in, waving her into the bottom floor of the lighthouse where the kitchen was placed. Despite his growls he was relieved to see her.[break][break]

As soon as she and her own castform entered the building, Nine floated out of her perch at the appearance of the guests, her form remaining neutral as she let out a little coo towards the fellow forecaster; a shy yet gentle greeting while remaining close to Bryn’s side. Carding his fingers through mousey hair, shoulders relaxing just a little, the weary lighthouse keeper relents on the bitterness for a fraction to welcome his guest, who certainly was far too qualified to help deal with a flock of Pelipper during her time off. He was grateful that she hadn't shrugged him off, he'd have to offer her some tea and some of the nice cookies he kept stashed in the back of the cupboards after this mess was sorted. “Anyway, you’re Lucy’s hero for turning up, I don’t think I can hold her responsible for her actions if this goes on any longer.” He’d set up a nest in his office for the Ampharos to rest, her light room at the top of the building no longer useable; although that might be for the Pelipper’s mercy more than anything. [break][break]

“So… want to visit the demon spawn?”


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Bryn gives but a single nod as Stormy is suddenly hit with the tone-deaf trills that echo down the long spiral staircase, no longer needing to explain the plight of the lighthouse residents now that their pain had been witnessed. “I think they were banished from hell long ago, more like.” The little wisp on top of Nine’s head wiggles as sunny Sol greeted her in turn, the artificial cloud making a pleased chime before plucking up the courage to float over and begin twirling around him in a display of happiness to see him again. It didn’t seem they were bothered by the tension that their feathered friends on the top floor were creating. Clouds had far more pressing matters to attend to, it seemed; leave all the work to their humans. [break][break]

“Come on then, I’ll introduce you.” It seemed Stormy was up to the challenge, offering a smile and a straightened posture that Bryn could only interpret as confidence and so he wasted no time in heading back towards the stairs, leading her up the winding incline the he has long since gotten accustomed to climbing multiple times a day. Bryn remained quiet as he ascended, making sure to avoid the creaks in the floorboards so as not to disturb Lucy, his foot placement now second nature as they approached the top of the lighthouse, sunlight streaming in through the wall of windows. It would make for a pretty sight, what with the panoramic view of the ocean and port city surrounding them, had the scenery not been marred by the bird pokemon family and their nests on the balcony just beyond. [break][break]

As soon as Bryn reached the top of the staircase and walked into the middle of the room, the Wingull hatchlings caught sight of him through the glass and began to chirp frantically, scuttling behind one of their parents. Their father spread his wingspan wide and instantly began to flap and hop around the place, the mother’s squawking taking on a more hissing quality, if that were at all possible. “There they are, the happy family.” He waved towards the flock as one of them, in their display of trying to frighten the two humans off, accidently bashed its beak into the glass with too much gusto, headbutting the window pane. Bryn looked unimpressed by the display of bravado, like he had seen it all before. [break][break]

“I was thinking that the best way to go about this is if we approach them from both sides,” he gestured towards the door, guiding with a finger how they could circle around the balcony, one from each side, “like in a pincer attack. So they can't give us the slip.” Hazel eyes dragged away from Stormy as he walked over towards the door the led outside, picking up a broom that he had left leaning close to the exit, his castform purposefully hanging back near the middle of the room. It was probably now clear to their guest that he wasn’t going to use her for the mission… although he didn't look too happy to be clutching a stick, either. “Just so you know it’s not exactly the widest space out there, so you should probably stick to using a small pokemon.”



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THE FAMILY OF HELLSPAWN HISS, speaking in tongues as their territory is encroached upon. their twiggy circle of hell is a sturdy podium in which they holler from. wingull waddle clumsily against their parents' breasts, while the two formulate tactics.[break][break]

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His lips curled lightly at the corner as Stormy, broom in hand and a previous figure of determination against her task, now looked like she very well needed to use the pole as a walking stick. She was a picture of what he used to look like back when he first took over the lighthouse some months ago, Bryn could almost taste the coppery sensation in the back of his dry throat and the tightness in his lungs at the mere memory of climbing those stairs; how he used to stand at the top with hands on his knees, too. Strange how quickly time had seemed to fly by. “Sure you don’t need a minute there, kiddo?” That didn’t stop him from cracking a somewhat dry, condescending tone with a quirk of a brow, only partly poking fun of the elite trainer as she was bested by a flight of stairs. [break][break]

That mirth to his mouth fell away almost as quickly as it came though as Stormy announced that she was going to be tackling the Pelipper family pokemon-less, leaving Bryn a little baffled and suddenly feeling wearily frustrated; with just a pinch of concern that was left unexpressed. He didn’t have any pokemon that he could rely on to get the job done - no offence to Nine - but if he had, he may well have done, their foes for this afternoon were not exactly placed in the safest of locations and had a tendency to strike. While he was doing the best with what he had on hand, Stormy had just opted out of the most practical, safest route. He didn’t fancy watching her get blown off over the railings by a stray air strike from a merciless parent pair. [break][break]

“Don’t be an idiot. I’m not telling the press that a Silph got herself offed on my-“ but she was gone, slipping out of the door before he could snatch the broom from her hands, leaving Bryn to swear softly under his breath and grip his own tool with a white-knuckle grip. There was no choice but to trail after her. Good thing he did, as when he circled around in the opposite direction to Stormy, shrugging off his jacket while trailing around the long way, he was greeted to the sight of his helper with one of his towels in hand and perilously straddling the bannister between the Pelipper and a freefall. Bryn froze with his jacket half down his arm, feeling his mouth dropping into a gape for the first time in a while… [break][break]

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Arceus sake, was she trying to give him a heart attack? Suddenly Bryn was starting to regret asking her to help him. Clearly he must have lost a few braincells from a lack of sleep. “If you fall off, I’m killing you myself.” What he really meant to say was ‘please get off’ and ‘don’t be reckless’ but who knows whether Stormy would be able to interpret his bark. Between them the Pelipper began to puff themselves up, wings stretching, to appear as big and intimidating as possible; their babies looking scared as they huddled close in their nest of twigs. “Just... hold on tight at least...” He frowned, as with his jacket he began to wave it at the Pelipper to try and distract them from approaching Stormy, ignoring the wave of foolishness as the birds began to screech louder in his ears and suddenly feeling quite aware of how tense his muscles were. [break][break]

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“Remind me again why I called you,” he deadpans as Stormy retaliates to his criticisms about her lack of sense with a bite of her own, both sides shooting off words but neither seeming very perturbed by the back and forth. One of the reasons that Bryn got on well with Stormy was that, beyond being an interesting person that kept him on his toes, she seemed resilient to his less than smooth qualities. Unless she was some kind of glutton for punishment. [break][break]

Maybe she was, Bryn thought, as he watched the fire master get pummelled with a barrage of water that threatened to topple her each turn. Leaving the man to fend off the Pelipper each time with a sweep of the broom and a wave of his jacket, urging their aim to detour and falter enough so they didn’t hit the woman at full power. [break][break]

Still, she was right that he had been a little concerned when she had decided that half dangling off the railings was a good idea, he wasn’t very inclined to see anyone become ditto paste at the foot of his lighthouse, let alone someone who he dared say he was on friendly terms with. In kind the same could be said about the bird family in front of him. Though he loathed their presence here, was frustrated and at his tether of being able to put up with them, that didn’t mean he wanted to see the water creatures be harmed in their mission to remove them. Bryn hoped that they would be able to move them on without problem…
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“Huh,” with his broom resting on the ground, Bryn leaned forward against the handle with both hands, amused satisfaction flicking across his face as Stormy admitted defeat. “What brought you to that conclusion, Ms. Bright-Ideas?” Perhaps a couple of water blasts to the face had knocked a little bit of sense into that head of hers. Still, it seemed she wasn’t completely full of hot air and seemed to come to the conclusion – his earlier conclusion – that perhaps using a pokemon of her own was the way to go. Bryn nodded in satisfied agreement as she released a Gloom from a capsule previously tucked away and took a step back; thankful that they were at least outside before the stink bomb went off. At least this way they might be able to get them to leave without a fight… [break][break]

“Alright, ready.” Lifting the collar of his shirt up over his nose, Bryn watched through sharp narrowed eyes as a plume of particles burst into the air, surrounding their side of the lighthouse summit in a plume of nauseating spores. Their screeches cut off into gagging caws, the Wingull hatchlings wheezed and staggered, one of the parents hopping over to try and shield them with a wing. Pelipper number two however plummeted off the edge and landed on the balcony with a flailing, awkward sounding thud in its frantic display of feathers and screeches. Bryn grimaced, both as the scent sneaked through the fabric of his shirt and from the way the creature squirmed at their feet, stiffly holding a wing out. That wasn’t good… Something in his stomach dropped with a tired exhale. [break][break]

In its desperation, the Pelipper began to flap its wings awkwardly in Stormy and Gloom’s direction in the attempts of an Air Slash, probably to knock them and the foul smell away as quickly as possible. It didn’t get a chance though, Bryn stepped in to throw his jacket over the squirming body of the large bird, firmly putting his weight down on the pokemon and attempting to hold its wings close to its body to stop it from moving too much. His jaw clenched, attempting to get it under control all the while trying not to breathe in too many spores, lest he vomit on the balcony. [break][break]

“Got it...” Sort of, anyway. Turns out Pelipper are quite strong and he felt his arm muscles working to restrain the pokemon so it wouldn't charge off and potentially hurt itself further or collide into Stormy. “How you doing with the others?” Any minute now he bet the other half would have recovered and would be trying to dive bomb him... Keeping his hands steady, he began to try and tie the sleeves of the jacket around its plump bird body, like a little straight jacket of sorts.



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Despite the Pelipper’s struggles, he had managed to securely tie it up with his jacket into a secure bundle, its wings pinned to its sides to prevent it from hurting itself further. Bryn’s furrowed brow, previously pinched firm in concentration to power through the hair-melting stench and snapping of a large beak in his face, softened as Stormy’s worried tones punctured through the chaos. “It’s okay,” he assured about many different variables, his arms coming to wrap around the stocky creature and lifting it in a secure hold against his chest, his voice level as he raises to his full height. “Don’t go thinking it’s your fault. It’s probably just a sprain from landing awkwardly.” After all, the winged heathen had instantly attempted to power through its favoured appendage and attack them, so Bryn assumed that it wasn’t broken, at the very least. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. [break][break]

With a grunt as he lifted the Pelipper, he stifled a cough that threatened to rip up his throat, clenching his teeth together as the smog of bad smells was picked up by the wind, pushing it further over towards him until he was hit by the full-force of the putrid collision. “F-Fuck,” unable to adjust anything to cover his nose, his arms occupied by a squirming hulk of feathers, Bryn just managed to pick up the sound of Stormy announcing she was going to hurl followed by the clatter of the door. She better not throw up in there! Not like he was one to talk, what with his stomach churning from the unholy smell that such a small pokemon such as Gloom should never be able to create… “Please don’t puke, don’t you bloody dare puke in there, Stormy…!”[break][break]

So, ducking his head down, for the first time in a while Bryn threw himself and Pelipper towards the door at a run; desperation to get to untainted air pushing all sense of shame out of the window as he hauled ass back into the lighthouse. [break][break]

Unceremoniously, Bryn kicked the door shut behind him as he burst back inside, watching through the wall-length glass as thick green spores circled around the top of the lighthouse, tinting the pretty view with a film of puke coloured fumes. He greedily breathed in some clean air. Outside the Gloom seemed to be too busy handling the rest of the bird family to, thankfully, follow them. [break][break]

Carefully Bryn lowered the Pelipper down to the floor, one hand remaining placed upon its back as he crouched beside it, noting that it now looked rather dazed after he had hauled them through the smog cloud. At least it had calmed down a little; even so he kept a light hold on it, just in case it recovered quickly. With a heavy exhale, Bryn’s head flopped low, mousy brown hair falling over his face. Suddenly he felt more exhausted than ever. “You feeling alright?” He asked Stormy, ignoring how Nine had floated over towards them with a concerned look on her face before seemingly getting a whiff of them, his Castform seeming to second guess her worry as she let out a little splutter and put some distance between them. Hazel eyes peeked through strands of hair as he remained crouched, concentrating on breathing through the sickly feeling in his stomach and resisting the urge to fall back on his ass in defeat. “Shit...” A soft, tired chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, the weariness and craziness of the situation pulling a tune from his dry throat like a man meeting the wall of his limit. “I liked this shirt. Now I'm going to have to burn it, aren't I?”




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