"Friendly enough that I don't feel any more tired than I otherwise would holding an actual longsword," Josh added. "You have to be really careful with Doublade; ones that aren't well-trained will siphon the souls of their wielders, or so the tale goes. Yagyu knows better, though." It wasn't that Yagyu knew better; it was that she was so subtle about it that Josh wouldn't notice if she drained him just a little at a time.

Josh and Aslan continued east, catching sight of a Diggersby frantically shoving dirt and mud aside to try to take shelter from the rain that was picking up. Half of Yagyu in his right hand, he looked like a knight in shining, green, Ranger armor. If he would have been with a young woman, it could have been romantic-looking to her. He shook his head; this was no time to think about medieval fantasies. "Look, I can see Fallarbor Fossil Dig from here," he pointed with the blade in his hand. "That means we're getting close. If this rain picks up any more, though, we might have to find a spot to take cover." Aslan's breaths were starting to become a little heavier; after all, Fire-types didn't particularly care for their fur getting soaked.

"I will admit, I'm surprised." Night hummed, looking Yagyu over once more, "Even the most well behaved I've seen would appear to be siphoning from their wielder. Though perhaps there was more they were not informing me of." Which, he supposed, was possible. Secrets were kept and he didn't tend to pry, unless they were vitally important to maintaining the peace, or regarding the safety of his family.

Though as Josh motioned outwards and towards something he hadn't quite spotted yet, Night would lean a little back—watching the way Josh swung the blade about.

"I do suppose that means that Fallabor is almost around the corner, no?" The slight bit of movement in the corner of his eye would be ignored— If the new Pokémon wanted to present the facade of Phobos, well... It would just have to deal with the moody Malamar itself. Besides. If the Squid hadn't lashed out at it yet, then clearly there wasn't any malice in its actions. And, well. If like the Krokorok, this wild creature decided it was amenable, then he wouldn't turn and cast it out.

He had a habit of taking in strays, after all.

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Josh Devlin

Attempting to Catch Zoroark

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD IMPIDIMP APPEARED!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] MALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] PICKPOCKET
[attr="class","wildtabox"]FLATTER	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]SUCKER PUNCH
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[attr="class","wildtag"]Night Fürst Josh Devlin

[attr="class","wildnote"] WHAT WILL YOU DO?

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD SEISMITOAD APPEARED!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] MALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] POISON TOUCH
[attr="class","wildtabox"]SUPERSONIC	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]BUBBLE
[attr="class","wildtabox"]ACID	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]GASTRO ACID
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[attr="class","wildtag"]Night Fürst Josh Devlin

[attr="class","wildnote"] WHAT WILL YOU DO?

Night Fürst CAUGHT THE ZOROARK!

It wasn't too difficult to keep up with Aslan, even once Josh prompted the Pyroar into a quicker gait. It took a bit more focus on his surroundings to keep up, but it was doable. The wild Seismitoad barely given a second glance at the rumbling sounds it gave off. As intimidating of a beast as they could be, the large frog wasn't quite within his wheelhouse of expertise, if he were to go after something like that, Night would rather raise one from as early an age as he could. Just to get a proper understanding of the large water type.

The Impidimp, as quickly as it scampered to approach—would just as quickly be shooed off by the hissing, gurgling clicks of Phobos' alien-language. The Malamar understanding the lack of interest from the way Night's gait carried him, and simply ignoring the... Other Him that glided calmly at the Man's other side.

"It was a pleasure," Night agreed, raising a hand slightly in his own parting wave, "Stop by the club, if you ever find yourself in Mossdeep." There was no need for him to explain which club. After all, having a Malamar for a member of security wasn't a very common practice, given the reputation of Malamars.

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Josh Devlin