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It's cold in the wilds outside of Fortree City, and she doesn't particularly like it. Going for a walk had seemed theraputic at the time, an excuse to have some time to herself to just relax and enjoy the view. Except.. she wasn't relaxed, and this wasn't at all therapeutic. It was cold, it was dark, and it was more than a little spooky.[break][break]

Because of that, she tucks her coat tighter around herself as yet another cool autumn breeze pulls her hair to the side. A leaf catches her eye and she can feel the muscles in her back tense - but she's not sure if it's the cold blowing through her bones or the fact she feels on edge.[break][break]

Stormy looks over her shoulder, her steps slowing as a shadow crosses her view. She'd at first been following the leaf as it danced past her vision, but now her attention was captured by two human-like shadows lurking in the dark. It looks like they're approaching her but she isn't sure, and honestly isn't even quite convinced yet that they're real.[break][break]

Ghost Pokemon are tricky bastards, after all.

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Her name creeps past the lips of the complete stranger and his Pokemon and, for a moment, Stormy feels the uncomfortable prickle of dread. It takes her a second to remember that, yes, she is recognizable, she's Stormy Silph, not some random civilian.[break][break]

The woman grows close enough to him that some light glows upon his face. He's no longer a faceless shadow in the dark, he's a human being, and he's extending his hand out to her in greeting.[break][break]

And, for some reason, she takes it to shake, despite his lack of manners. [break][break]

"Are women not normally capable of defending themselves alone, then, stranger? That's news to me."[break][break]

There's a rustle in the bushes and she turns to face it, her skin prickling with anticipation. Golden rings of light glow off and on as an Umbreon appears. Her markings are so distinct that at first, Stormy gasps in awe.[break][break]

Meanwhile, the Nuzleaf on the other side that was also trying to gain some attention, because he was very distinctly a different colour than most, was absolutely appalled that he was being so rudely ignored.

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Stormy stares at him for a while, her eyes narrowing a bit as she makes the attempt to scan him. He's slackjawed and uncomfortable, like she's caught him in a dead end he can't fight his way out of. Serves him right for making such a bluntly stupid comment.[break][break]

Their conversation is halted, however, as the young man and his Lucario deal with the wild Umbreon. The two Pokemon fight briefly before the trainer captures the dark-type. She glances up at the man as he introduces himself, and she goes to respond before being interrupted by the shiny Nuzleaf behind her.[break][break]

Before it could smack the backs of her knees in his frustration, a pokeball bursts at her belt and a Flareon pops out. The fire-type Pokemon lunges, intercepting the wild Pokemon's feint attack. The two collide but Flareon comes out the winner, having burned the Nuzleaf badly with his fire fang. Stormy throws a pokeball at the Pokemon to silence it, before turning back to August with her hand extended.[break][break]

"Just be mindful of what you say, you're bound to start a fight. It's nice to meet you, August."

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Flareon picks up on the dual steel-type's nervousness and seems to puff out his chest at it, clearly impressed that the mere sight of himself was enough to cause some deal of unease. He has no qualms with the Lucario, however, so he soon loosens up and returns to Stormy's side to press his face up into her limp hand.[break][break]

August laughs at Stormy's comment and she glances back at him, unsure whether to take his laughter as mocking or genuine. So she merely doesn't respond at all, instead choosing to wait until he's finished speaking. He's offering to walk with her and she's mildly flattered.[break][break]

Before she could insist that, if he were mocking her, she'd end his miserable existence, she's interrupted by the commotion between a wild Bisharp and Inkay. The disagreement doesn't last long, with the Inkay being tossed aside like a poor deflated object. She pauses in her walk with August and Flareon takes that as an indication to pick up the poor thing.[break][break]

Just as he does so, something shifts underneath the hood of her jacket and a tiny Pichu shows her sleepy face. With a few slow blinks and an adorable yawn, the baby Pokemon focuses on the already fainted Inkay and proceeds to make obscure and horrifyingly ominous movements with her hands. She's using nasty plot to conjure and concentrate her abilities, and before she can strike the poor deflated being with an overkill, Stormy quickly gasps and encases the wild Pokemon in a pokeball.[break][break]

With a sigh of disappointment, the Pichu disappears back into Stormy's hood to go back to sleeping.[break][break]

It's only then that Stormy catches what August asks her and she giggles, shaking her head at the joke she's come up with on the spot. It's shitty, yet she still finds herself funny.[break][break]

"It's hot, real hot."[break][break]

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