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Isra has yet to release a pokemon, content to wait and see and she watches his out of the corner of her eye. The one Glaceon is quite obviously having trouble keeping up. Regardless, her own sit in their balls, waiting to be called upon. "So you think dealing with a wayward Drampa requires critical thinking?" she raises an eyebrow. She hardly sees how a single drampa -over sized or not as the sightings have stated- calls for the effort he seems to think it does. She has to remind herself that most do not have the relationship with dragon types that she does. While she can understand the average citizen calling for the league she can't see why a lesser member of the ranks isn't enough. Unless he hopes to prove himself?

"It is fitting though, easier to keep people under control when they think they are safe even if they aren't." Isra keeps a steady pace, both in their conversation and in her steps. Generally unphased by his manner of speaking as she finds it no different from her own. "They're only as safe as they can protect themselves in a large scale attack. A small handful can be enough to squash it if used right but that doesn't mean they can save everyone." Isra fully understood that in some battles casualties were required, though naturally one should do what they could to minimize them. You can't move forward if you run out of troops in the barracks.

"Controlling the masses is a different beast from a skirmish, different resources different outcomes." Isra skipped ahead of him a bit, humming to herself as she let her heals clack against the ground, doing so in a pattern to create what might be considered a form of music. Oddly enough, she was in a rather pleasant mood.

FERNANDO SILPH

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She turns on her heel to face him, she supposes he has a bit of a point. It's a bit more than that but it wasn't what she's getting at and she wonders if he knows it and he's doing it on purpose or if he didn't quite get it. Regardless she'll let it be with a single shrug. She's not so sure humans are as easy to work with as pokemon are either after all.

"If I had a choice in the matter I wouldn't." she's plain as day about it. No reason to tell lies but no reason to fear monger either. "Reality is reality and reality says, be prepared for the worst because it may come. Some will panic, some will step up to the plate." there's something curious and inquisitive in her look, almost as if she'd like to see who would and wouldn't. She thinks it would be a very telling thing about the populace of Hoenn. She also knows she's one of a rare few raised in a world that says to stand instead of sit. "Of course, it would have to be done just right, ease them into the idea. Otherwise you risk all out panic and riots. All that would do is make the region a sitting duck for the primary threat."

She speaks surprisingly freely for someone well aware she does not fit the mold in the slightest.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Yes the wee little nobody that no ones ever known was alive spouting nonsense is going to have an impact, sure it is. Everyone's going to drop everything and listen to me." she gave him a pointed look, as if she shouldn't have to explain this to him. "I can say whatever I want, it doesn't mean I have a choice in how much it will matter. That's for those listening to decide and we both know they won't give a damn what I say if the rest of the league tells them otherwise."

Arceus he needed to read between the lines more. Even she could do that.

"And you know it'd be worse if there was riots and everything and one running amok. At least right now there's a vague sense of cohesiveness to the region still. Be it a false sense of security or not. It's the difference between the pecha you want being out on the floor versus it being in a box with a lock. You can get into both but one is harder than the other."

She wasn't sure what it was about him that seemed to rub her the wrong way like this.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Because you have a tittle they put too much weight in. I don't, nor am I interested in having one of my own anymore than I am in what yours is." this was the point where Isra's disconnect from the social workings of the world became more and more apparent. She thought it all a load of bullshit, what a person actively did in front of you meant more than what someone person who won or got voted to carry a title did. She'd choose the farmer that actively protected their field over the speech giver standing on a podium because one was doing while the other was running their mouth. She had yet to decide which one she was following now.

She wasn't sure how she felt about the rest of his point though. "Perhaps, it'd be easy to tell who was going to be a lost cause when worst came but I'm not so sure about the rest." she knew people could be unpredictable, wild even in their own right and such circumstances would be the perfect chance to set that free. She would not talk as if it had a certain outcome without seeing it happen. "There are too many variables in chaos to expect a certain outcome without seeing exactly what chaos you end up dealing with."

FERNANDO SILPH

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She doesn't pay attention to whatever point he is seeking to make because it does not matter when the rumbling beast makes its appearance. She ducks for cover and waits, watches as the pokemon at his side whip up their storm and the challenge in his voice should spur her but really, it doesn't. She does not feel compelled to enter this battle, not yet.

"If you're so eager to show off, why are you waiting?" she feels for the dragon, catching a glimpse of its collar but she's curious to see what else the man has up his sleeve now. She knows what she would do, but that's not what she hopes to get from the outing. She needs to know what he will do.

Isra decides she is content to watch but her Gardevoir is on her mind, the bleeding heart of her group would hate her for leaving the beast at his mercy.

"My only request is not to kill it, it's sad. Not feral."

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"You still get to play a part in it." she is one for accepting the whole and not the pieces. Regardless of how well the beast holds on he pushed things there just as well as it will.

He's not entirely wrong though, the way the beast is rampaging it'd be more of a fight to have it saved than to put it down. In many ways letting it go here may be a mercy killing after what it has been doing regardless of the circumstances. Whatever they may be.

Regardless she allows it to continue but makes on single gesture to the man. One pokeball, held up for him to see. She will release the gardevoir when she feels the timing is right. Not sooner no later.

FERNANDO SILPH