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FERNANDO SILPH

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He reacts as well as she expects from a stranger, she supposes. Keeping his distance at first, staring down her foxes. A smile comes after a moment and if she was worried about him being offended, she isn't anymore. He doesn't seem threatened by the fox duo. Instead, it almost feels as though he's praising their aggression? She blinks at first, caught off guard by the lack of reprimand. "Yes, that's correct!" She beams, smile brightening her features. "It was rather impolite of them, however. Again, I'm really sorry."[break][break]

Surveying for wild Pokemon, huh? Funny, she had never really given that idea much thought before. It's not surprising that there are people out there who enjoy finding new Pokemon to add to their teams. In fact, she's the weirdo who doesn't indulge in the experience. "Is that something you do often?" Her curiosity gets the better of her once again and she flushes slightly. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry. Well, much..." Get to the point, Illie... You're rambling. "I've never sought out wild Pokemon before." It's rather embarrassing to admit to another trainer, truthfully. Part of her feels like she's practically telling him that she's a novice, which in this case, she is.[break][break]

Before she can ask more questions of the man, the rustling of grass rips her attention away from the conversation. A Cloyster emerges, brilliant purple shell shimmering in the sunlight. The scientist stares at the shelled Pokemon, trying and failing to keep herself in her place. Instead, she moves, feet shuffling closer to the Cloyster. It stares back at her, shell drawing in around itself a little in surprise. Odd, she muses to herself, it must think she's a threat... Perhaps this ice type has only experienced trainers wishing to battle. "It's okay," she coos, soft and gentle. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to admire your shell."[break][break]

Her hands reach toward the purple shell as she lowers herself to the Cloyster's height, a small smile curling at her lips. "It's a very nice shell," she mumbles. "Strong and sturdy. You should be proud!" The Cloyster stares at her for another moment before bouncing slightly in place. An excited bounce, one that stems from giddiness upon having its shell be recognized. Cute, Illeana muses with a giggle and another stroke of the shell. "I'd love to study it a bit more if you'd let me?" The woman inquires, one hand moving toward an empty Pokeball on her belt. The Cloyster seems comfortable with allowing her to touch and admire the shell but would she allow the woman to take her away from her home?[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on the cloyster c:

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illeana reyes
++delayed comfey capture

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FERNANDO SILPH

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Once the Cloyster is tucked safely in a Pokeball, the woman brushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear and rises to her full height. A gentle smile is placed upon her lips and she almost looks at peace, momentarily forgetting that she's in the presence of another until a Comfey coos and enters his personal space. It's cute, really, the way he allows the small creature to approach, caressing it softly atop the head with gentle fingers. Illeana has to stop herself from commenting absentmindedly, her eyes softening into fondness.[break][break]

In her distractions, she had spaced on his words and quickly scrambles back in her mind to what exactly he said. Something about surprise at her question, right? Is it really all that surprising that there are those who don't capture or battle and simply observe Pokemon instead? She supposes it has to do with her scientific background, the line of prestigious minds she hails from. There was never time for battling or training, only books and studying and making sure she understood the science of everything. Sometimes she wishes she could be like him, despite not even knowing him... The freedom to choose, to decide what you want to do with your life and then follow it. At least, that's what Pokemon training seems to be to her? For all she knows, he has his own background that is different from her own notions of him.[break][break]

"Why not so much?" She finally murmurs after a moment of consideration, deciding that is the first thing she should reply to. It stuck out first in her mind after a brief inner monologue. Well, and after she managed to fully remember what he had even said in the first place. Another pause follows before she rushes to fill the silence, realizing she was leaving the rest of his words unacknowledged. "I'm not really a trainer if I'm being honest..." It feels pitiful to say, especially in this day and age. Everyone she has met has been interested in challenging gyms, making sure they're the strongest trainer, the best of the best. Instead, she simply sticks to her books and her research, adding Pokemon to her team for both science and the need for companionship. Her eyes travel toward her feet as she continues, the words escaping in a soft sigh. "These two started out as research subjects from my family and somewhere along the way, they just became my friends. They're not tools, just," she stops, unsure if she really wants to dive that deep into the past.[break][break]

A distraction comes in the form of a Shuckle and a Graveler entering the space, both glancing toward the duo with curious eyes. Her ears pick up on the movement and she pivots, lips beginning to curl into another smile. Funny, she hadn't even noticed it had dropped until now as she's going to smile once more. "Hello," she coos. "I hope we're not interrupting you!" This is their home, after all...[break][break]

Glancing toward Fernando, she falls silent, uncertain of if he has any input to add toward the two newcomers. Perhaps he's even interested in them, in adding them to his team as new friends to journey with. They're pretty cute... It'd be a good choice![break][break]

notes | passing on these two <3

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++shuckle

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between the choice of words and his tone, she stays quiet. only a nod of understanding follows and really, she wants to ask questions, wants to satisfy her curious nature. she doesn't however, as if only to be polite and not subject every single person to her onslaught of questions. it's difficult to hold her tongue but somehow she manages.

he makes a sound of understanding at her explanation. the way it sounds almost makes her feel like he gets how she is, how she exists. it's an oddity to not be the battling type in this world, something she isn't exactly proud of. her softness doesn't feel like a gift, merely a burden. and yet, with his single sound, she somehow feels better about this lifestyle choice of hers. not everyone needs to be a battler. silently, she praises him for not prying or mocking, eyes glancing toward him with appreciation.

ah, so he shares the same mentality as her? it puts her at ease to hear the words come from his mouth, echoing the very same principles she bases herself off of. pokemon aren't tools. they don't only exist to be used by humans, this much she's certain of. and so, the smile she flashes him is bright. "i agree," she murmurs. "they're much more than objects to be used by humans." once the words leave her mouth, she falls silent once more. he begins to engage one of the newcomers, taking on the shuckle with his comfey and the new one he had just acquired. interest picks at her brain and she observes quietly, trying her best to not cast her judgement on his different form of capture. to each their own, right? she must remind herself of this as dark eyes never stray from the ensuing battle.

the shuckle withdraws and is soon sucked into a pokeball, capture confirming a few seconds later. in this time, she glances toward him, his words earning a little giggle from the woman. "this is true," she pauses, matching his smile with one of her own. "there's people in the world, however, that don't share that same notion." it causes her to think for a moment, mind drifting toward her parents without hesitation. she had been a pawn for them once, a piece on a chessboard where the only goals were money and domination. just thinking about it makes her a little nauseous and just when she's about to push the thoughts away, a welcome distraction comes along to do it for her.

two more pokemon filter into the area, both passing curious glances toward the duo. she returns the glances with a gentle smile yet leaves them be, more interested in seeing where this conversation is going. "i suppose it all depends on the person in the end, right?" good, bad, indifferent. each one has a different view on life, a different outlook on the people and creatures around them. some would scoff at her while others, like this man, would echo her own ideals. it's curious to think about, really, and so she loses herself in her thoughts for a moment, eyes traveling down to look at her feet.

FERNANDO SILPH
passing <3

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illeana reyes