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[attr="class","text"] Lam couldn’t really claim to be a fish guy. In fact, he was rather the opposite. From an early age, he’d been wary of many aquatic pokemon, and many water-types in general—though he never really could pinpoint a reason as to why.[break][break]
Having grown up on Mele Mele, the irony of an island dweller’s aversion to this particular type wasn’t lost on him.[break][break]
But he’d never been averse to water itself, and it was something he was actively trying to, well, overcome. The gaggle of Psyduck he’d collected had helped with that—easing him into a sense of comfort with their avian ties, despite being flightless. He was also fond of his feraligatr, though she was also pointedly not a fish.[break][break]
Even if he still didn’t quite care for the beady-eyed stare that most fish sorts bore. It was unnerving especially as he walked down the long corridor of the aquarium. He’d brought along Peaches, who waddled just behind him along with a second Psyduck he’d recently come into possession of. It was much shyer, and he’d been hoping that the more outgoing psyduck would coax it out of its shell.[break][break]
If anything, at least, both psyducks seemed to be enjoying the sight of colorful aquatic pokemon twirling through the tank in bright, aquamarine water. Lam, meanwhile, was convinced each and every one was staring at him with murderous intent.[break][break]
They hadn’t just come here to observe, though. They actually had a task. Some displaced Pokémon in Lilycove’s waters needed safe rehabilitation. Even Lam could aside his irrational fears to assist that sort of bid for help. The Pokémon in question were tucked safely away inside pokeballs, anyway.[break][break]
With a tilt of his head, he nodded at the Psyduck and they wandered away from a particularly colorful display of corsola, toward the directory. Someone was already there, and Lam glanced in the young man’s direction sidelong. “Wouldn't happen to know where on here the rehabilitation drop off is, would you?”

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Zachary, along side his Delphox Dizzy, and his Mime Jr Happy, observed the quiet scenes of watery coves and artificial streams, though the pokemon there were a bit sparce. Some fish pokemon like Goldeen and other types swam around, but nothing more outstanding. A quillfish was one of the more unique ones. As things were growing a bit too quiet, someone spoke up to their attention. [break][break] Zachary turned to see the green-haired stranger, and with him two Psyducks of all things. Zachary glanced at him, at the mention of the "Rehabilitation center'. [break][break] "Um, sorry I don't. I'm just here as a guest and visitor. Maybe its somewhere back at the main corridor..." Zachary paused as he caught sight of the two Psyducks with him. His eyes showed interest. [break][break] "Oh wow... those are amazing Psyducks. I had wanted one for a long time. I love how they have psychic power even though they are water types." he said, leaning closer to the ducks. [break][break] The Mime Jr with him soon approached the ducks, seeing their hands grasping their heads in poor headaches. As if to greet the ducks, Happy used his little hands on his own head, mimicking the same gesture as if thinking it was the Psyduck's way of saying hello. [break][break] Zachary shook his head at the silliness of his Mime Jr. "I'm Zachary, by the way. As for the Rehab center, maybe we can find it." he offered. [break][break]

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[attr="class","text"] “Ah, sorry to bother then,” he replied with a sheepish chuckle, “probably should’ve figured someone who works here wouldn’t be looking at the map.” They’d probably already know where to go, right? His expression turned thoughtful, and he looked over the map again. “Yeah, that might be right…”[break][break]
His preoccupation faltered, though, at the mention of his companions. “Oh, thanks! They’re great company, even if they’re a bit panicky.” At the suggestion, Peaches let out an indignant PSY in protest. Lam was quick to amend– “Okay, okay, so Peaches isn’t panicky.” She was a sassy little duck, though, but saying as much would earn him more attitude.[break][break]
He’d pick his battles.[break][break]
The other one, though…that psyduck was far shyer and anxious. “You a fan of psychic types, then?” he asked, watching as Peaches nudged the other one forward–encouraging it to greet both the young man and his mime jr. She herself blinked in confusion at the little, pink pokemon, a webbed paw reaching out to poke at its forehead when it mimicked their mannerisms. “They’re great–I’ve got Peaches here suited up with psychic tera typing. It’s a useful trick in battles.”[break][break]
Despite its shyness, the psyduck peered at the strangers with a degree of curiosity. Though it still remained partially hidden behind Lam’s legs, paws still pressed to its noggin. Lam, on the other hand, smiled at their newfound company. “That’d be helpful! I don’t come here too often.” He stuck a hand out, “I’m Lam.”

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