"i've never had anyone kiss my feet before."

amusement wears across his expression, accompanied by a chuckle. he doesn't care much for titles nor for things like that, but the thought is amusing to imagine.

but then again, people do seem to worship people in power here. matias even owns some Laurence Anderson merchandise.

"you should get used to it. smoochums are adorable and they love to smooch."

it's then that the temperature around them starts to drop, more so than it already has. an ICY WIND flows past them, but omastar is quick to slither away into the darkness of the cavern.

soon, it comes back out with an abomasnow in tow, BOUND by omastar's tentacles.

"nice work."

he captures it.

Remi Cassel // catching abomasnow

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"Maybe your feet aren't kissable."

Remi continues to grimace down at the sickeningly adorable Pokemon in her arms. She holds it away from her chest and sighs, but ultimately puts it into a pokeball and into her pocket. What comes next are two equally adorable but undesirable Pokemon. She had enough small child-like Pokemon to deal with, and was more than like to sell the Smoochum at some point.

"Thanks."

She says, even though she knows damn well he wasn't praising her.

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MATIAS SILPH

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not wanting to comment more on feet because it'll get this post reported, matias focuses on the snorunt instead, noticing a clear lack of feet. maybe it's just hiding it beneath its hood of a body.

it LEERS, and omastar sends a ROCK BLAST in return. pretty fair, right?

enough to down the snorunt, matias throws a pokeball at it after.

"oh. i mean, nice work to you, too."

Remi Cassel // catching snorunt

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She snorts, taking his silence as an answer.

More and more Pokemon arrive to meddle in their awkward conversation. Remi has to wonder, frankly, why either of them have stuck around so long. Had they even moved from their spot? Or had the Pokemon simply continued to find them?

A familiar streak of blue and pink catches her attention, and anticipation replaces her amusement. What was one more thief for her band of thieves? Pangoro shambles forward, blocking the path and preventing the Sneasel an easy escape. Given his familiarity with the species, Pangoro easily overcomes the wild Pokemon, enabling the woman to capture it.

capture attempt on sneasel

MATIAS SILPH

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like an actual fish out of water, the barboach struggels to find ground even as it sends out a stream of WATER PULSE at them. omastar eats it up like it's nothing; even goes so far as to swallow a bit of it because it's thirsty.

"don't be nasty."

his words come a little too late.

summoning up some water and spit of its own, omastar returns a HYDRO PUMP. a pokeball saves the barboach from further grossness.

Remi Cassel // catching barboach

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Remi's nose wrinkles, apparently disgusted by the way Matias' Omastar hungrily lapped up the Barboach's attack.

"Too late for that, buddy."

Using in part his own saliva and water, and now the wild Pokemon's the Omastar fires right back. The whole experience is quite nauseating, and manages to even drive off her appetite.

"You have an interesting taste in Pokemon."

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MATIAS SILPH

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"yeah. kinda says something about me, doesn't it?"

vanillish! even though matias doesn't personally partake in the black market, he knows of its dealings enough to know that vanillish are a special hunt right now, so who knows what kind of people are hunting for it?

matias must keep it safe.

surely he won't be selling it himself.

once again, omastar's nasty HYDRO PUMP drowns the vanillish into a pokeball.

Remi Cassel // catching vanillish

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"Wait-- what the fuck-- hold on--"

She does a double-take, apparently having mistaken the Vanillish for something else. Her black market registered phone vibrates in her back pocket, and upon further inspection, she would realize that the object of her affection had changed from ground-types to ice types. Specifically that ice-type.

Fuck.

"I think you're kind of full of yourself, actually."

Her previous bluster abandoned, she leans back and stares at him, eyebrow raised, smirk present. Who was this guy? Oh, that's right. One of Hoenn's elite four. Were they all arrogant like this?

God, Hoenn was a shithole.

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MATIAS SILPH

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