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International Police. Interesting, she hadn't met that profession yet. Then again she hadn't met a lot at all. She was working on it though. "Interesting." she should probably be saying more, thanking him for his service or whatever other people might say about such a job but she had never experienced benefits of it enough to feel the need to. It wasn't that she didn't give him props for the choice in career she just didn't have much to say about it.

Isra still stood under an awning she'd taken cover under as the storm waged on. Eirlys happy to think she'd done so well. It would die down soon enough as the pokemon returned to her trainer's side with a trill. "I prefer the night to day, more pleasant." not true. Well it was in many ways but mostly the woman was forced to work at night by an illness she would avoid naming. "What about you?" She turned tot he man and didn't see the pokemon come up behind her. The ice type in front of her did however and pulled at her dress to get her attention, pointing behind her.

Isra turned to find something she could barely comprehend was indeed real and not just a picture from the books of her childhood. "How. Just how?" She stared at it, and the pokemon stared back at her, snorted, vocalized. Isra tentatively pulled out a treat and almost apprehensively handed the pokemon the small item thoroughly unsure by its presence. It bayed and tried to headbutt her for the food and she was immediately moving backwards along the side of the building away from it.

Eirlys was more aggressive, slapping the bull on the face until it started backing up, continuing to do so as it rallied a megahorn and she double teamed out of the way, the blizzard and ensuing slaps that followed made quick work of the buffalo, as the ice type wouldn't stop until it stayed down.

Isra made the decision to continue her walk a bit at this point, wishing to get away from the area and any other pokemon that knew she had food.

Thomas Benoit
>>no capture