When Thomas heard that Pacifidog Town was facing trouble from an invasive species that threatened its very foundations, Thomas jumped to the call. Earlier, the trainer flew in on his Hydreigon, landing at the floating settlement. And while waiting for his partner to arrive, Thomas would have his Clawitzer scout the area to check on the Corsola, as well as possibly scouting ahead to find where the Mareanie were coming from.

Moments before the green-haired woman's arrival, Colt would return, pointing Thomas in the direction where the Mareanie would be marching from. "Thank you.", he'd tell the Clawitzer, keeping the Water-type on standby for what was to come. Thomas would turn turn to the familiar voice, watching her curtsey. "You're just in time, I had my Clawitzer do some scouting, and he's determined they're coming from the southwest.", he'd tell Isra.

Unlike their last meeting, where Thomas was in his Interpol attire, Thomas was dressed more casually for this. While the same black boots remained, they were worn over a pair of blue jeans. A dark blue t-shirt was worn, one that was rather form-fitting, and revealing his physique. As usual, his long hair was tied back into a ponytail.

"This might come off as strange, but you have a Pokemon with Will O Wisp?", he'd ask Isra. He would then bring out another of his companions, Freke the Alakazam. "If you do, I need you to have them burn Freke here.", he told the woman. The Alakazam, for his part, didn't look surprised by this request at all, or like it was dreading it at all.

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tags: Isra Nightingale
notes: Greetings, and strange requests

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"Quick to work, I can appreciate that." She grins and the familiar face, though now more familiar than before as she had looked into things.

A whistle calls out her Banette, the ghost danced on the path they were on before standing on one foot with a flourish. Ever the joker the the pokemon earned his name. The next whistle asked him what to do and the ring of will-o-wisp appeared one by one around his body, waiting for what they were for. "I imagine you have a purpose for this, seeing as it won't help much in the water." the ghost bounced to the edge and looked over the side of the floating at the flowing water. 'Baaaaaay' he looked at Thomas mischievously and Isra whistled again to reign him in.

He laughed. She shook her head at him and called for her Primarina, a new and much adored addition to her team. The pokemon sat on the edged as well, hanging her tail into the water and enjoying being in a place she could easily feel at home in. She saw no reason to delay being prepared for this.

"If I may, you said your name was Benoit, correct?"


>> Thomas Benoit

"Because it's better that my Alakazam be Burned than Poisoned. Freke here has Magic Guard, but being Poisoned would still leave it vulnerable to Mareanie's ability to capitalize on Poisoned victims. And of course he'd be more than fast enough to intercept most of their attempts to Poison some of our other Pokemon.", he'd tell her.

The agent didn't seem too fazed by the behavior of the Banette. If anything, mischievous behavior was par for the course with such a species. The fact that it was being successfully reigned in by its trainer was a good sign. While Isra brought out her Primarina, Thomas himself would bring out his Vikavolt. The large insect hovered in the air nearby, ready to attack on Thomas' orders.

"Actually, we never had the chance to exchange names with one another during our last encounter.", Thomas would point out. "You been doing some digging?", he'd inquire, an eyebrow raised.

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tags: Isra Nightingale
notes: Getting ready for the horde