[attr="class","spiral"]Lillian absentmindedly drums her fingers along her palms as she watches Lapras move. It still seems quick in the water, definitely not suffering too much from their inactivity. Still receptive to commands, too. It's a relief, but there's still a lot of review to be done. She's in the middle of trying to think up a training regimen when a young woman walks up to her.

"Huh?" she asks, looking at the new arrival from the corners of her eyes, "Mmm, yes, that's my Lapras." she responds to the question in a measured tone. The girl holds her attention for only a few fleeting moments before she returns it to her pokemon in the water.

What can they do right now while she has the free time?


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[attr="class","spiral"]"They're smart. A bit hard to keep in line, but quick learners."

It's hard to say those traits make Lapras all that special, their intelligence is hardly unique, but it makes them especially useful certainly.

"I don't specialize, it's a pointless self-limitation," she throws the comment out off-hand. When silence follows it for longer than expected she looks to the stranger and finds her squirming, seemingly uncertain about something. It's hard for Lillian to bite back a sigh when she finally speaks up again.

"You're not interrupting, but I could do without the awkwardness. If you'd like to say something, say it. If you'd like to leave, leave," Lillian's reply is blunt but not cruel. There's no malice in her words. She's fine hearing the younger woman out, but not if she's going to have to wade through a million pauses and apologies to get there.


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[attr="class","spiral"]"Don't worry, I noticed," Lillian nods slightly as she responds to the younger woman's confession. She can't say she's much better at making conversation, but she also can't say she much cares. Smalltalk with random strangers is a waste of time more often than not. It's a skill she's never seen the point in cultivating.

Once again the other woman seems to struggle for something to say. While she does that, Lillian notices a few passing flying-types. Stragglers from a flock most likely. Pelipper, a couple Wingull, a good opportunity for some quick battle practice -- and not a bad pokemon to pick up either. The stranger picks that moment to pipe up.

"It's a public beach, I won't complain."

It's a brusque response in favor of capturing this passing opportunity.

"Lapras! Pick one!" she shouts the demand across the water and Lapras's gaze shoots skyward. Following its mistress's command its eyes roam over the small group of flying-types before it fires an ICE BEAM at one of the Pelipper. Its wing FREEZES on impact and it begins to plummet. Its fellows move on, seemingly oblivious of its plight.

A WATER PULSE shatters the ice on its wing, freeing it but not undoing the damage. To that end it attempts to land on the beach and ROOST for a quick recovery; but before it can set talons to sand it's met by another ICE BEAM to the side of the head. Tired from flying and caught off guard by Lapras's ambush it hits the beach unconscious, kicking sand into the air with its crash landing.

Lillian takes a few leisurely steps in its direction before chucking a pokeball at its still body.


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[attr="class","spiral"]Lapras swims up close to the shore as Lillian approaches and picks up the pokeball containing her new addition. While she puts the ball away she gently pats the pokemon's face and neck. It gives a little trill, pushing its face harder into her hand.

"Yes, you did a good job. Great accuracy and reaction times," she praises her Lapras in a soft voice. There's still more review to be done, though. The Pelipper didn't even put up a fight. Searching for a fresh target takes her back within a couple feet of the stranger. Lapras follows her, swimming along the shoreline.

As they draw close Lillian idly looks towards the young woman (who watches her own pokemon). Lapras takes notice of the Prinplup and begins to slowly float around its position in the water -- eyes sharp and full of intent. Lillian whistles, getting Lapras's attention.

"Leave it alone," she commands after shaking her head, "Find something wild."

Lapras reluctantly floats a little ways away from the Prinplup at that, making its way instead to a conspicuous group of passing lily pads. An ICE BEAM at one of them reveals them to be a group of the Lotad line. The Ludicolo she irritated with her attack drifts from the group to properly engage.

"Watch the group!" she shouts from the beach as Lapras dodges around a ZEN HEADBUTT. Surely enough, other members of the floating family have broken off to support their comrade, "Put them on ice!"

As they draw close Lapras begins to SING, filling the air with soothing music that begins to lull the surrounding enemies. Their approach is slowed enough for it to time its next move. The air around it seems to almost thicken as the moisture within it begins to crystallize. it's the only warning the small group get before a SHEER COLD freezes them and the water in the space of a second.

"Bring me one!" she shouts again before looking towards the younger woman, "Apologies for my volume, I hope I'm not disturbing your hunt for friends."

After offering up her monotone apology she walks closer to the water and watches Lapras drag a stiff Ludicolo to the shore. Once its deposited in the sand she places a pokeball to its crispy forehead and watches it vanish in a flash of red light.


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