so maybe she wasn't completely sure why the hell she was going on this excursion with mr. silph. oddly enough, she thought perhaps, he thought her strong. her eevees and rockruffs were gaining a lot of battle experience and she could really feel that they were going to evolve soon. years of traveling and training, she'd come to have a knack for knowing when they were going to evolve and her pokemon? they were damn close.

once she caught sight of fernando, she waved, then gave him a bright smile as she jogged up to lessen the distance between them.

"mr. silph! you look real serious today," she moved to smooth out his forehead wrinkles; if he hadn't moved away from her fingers that is. "careful, or you face, it might stay that way. least, that's what they say."

something like, 'bless,' came across her features at the way he seemed to deny the idea of wrinkles being a problem. she'd nearly commented about how only people with wrinkles already didn't care about wrinkles, a jab at his age, but they'd been interrupted by a quagsire.

she never understood the love for this pokémon, nor it's smaller form. she honestly thought they were annoying-- like the zubat of the shorelines. it was certainly no mudkip, who she happened to like as far as water and ground were concerned. but perhaps being a fan of rock made her a bit biased against the two types as a whole.

"oop!" francie quickly moved closer to silph when the water hit, and the protect that came from silph's glalie had her staring. it was a move she admired, really admired, and couldn't help but envy. nothing in her arsenal could do that, but how useful would that be?! she'd have to go searching for something like that.

with how quickly silph took care of protecting them and of the quagsire, francie found herself barely even able to think about comparing. she turned to thank him, but instead met the sights of a wingull just above who had clearly been on the quagsire's side.

wingulls were definitely the zubat of the water world.

with that annoyance clear on her features, she pulled a level ball from beneath her baggy sweater. "stone edge."

lincoln quickly used the move, hitting the wingull square on before it could hit mr. silph with whatever it had planned. as the attack hit, a quick K.O., francie let the rockruff sniff around at the sand and dig his nose into it playfully.

"my saving you wasn't nearly as flashy as you saving me." she turned her head to the side and narrowed her eyes, a tease. "excuse me, but is this going to be the fashion with you? pretending you're not a hotshot only to pull hotshot moves? hmm?"

she fully expected him not to answer.

++wingull
-01 pokéball
FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","francie"]

Francie couldn't help how she nearly dropped her jaw, watching as Fernando and the Glalie's abilities and skill quickly took care of the Swellow. Though it showed a lot of spunk in the beginning and she found herself wondering-

And just like that, Fernando Eliard Silph was officially being labeled a Psychic-type. Francie gave a nod and tossed out a Pokéball for the knocked out Swellow- there was no way it was going to bust out, not unless there was some strange happenchance of a miracle.

"Thank you! I've been looking for a decent flying type for my arsenal." Probably why she spur of the moment caught that Wingull. As she turned toward the small shore, she noticed a Gastrodon, but didn't bother moving against it since it seemed occupied doing its shore life thing and not bothering them.

Instead, she turned her attention to Silph and gave a small smile. "I met Kim Cole the other day," she began. "He didn't seem very smitten with you." A tease, but Kim certainly didn't trust Silph, as Fernando had previously suggested in their last encounter.

‣ FERNANDO SILPH
‣ ++Swellow
‣ skip Gastrodon

[attr="class","francie"]

the small number of words paid to kim cole had francie nearly biting her lip to stop herself from laughing. it seemed that fernando wasn't too smitten with mr. cole either.

"oh, i highly doubt that. i'm sure there's an opinion in there somewhere, fernando. you're probably just ignoring it..." that seemed more like him, anyway.

like silph, francie noticed the corsola in the distance. a beaming smile lit her face and she moved her hand to his sleep to tug on it near his elbow. it was a way of telling him not to leave her while she dispatched the thing. she was sure to send out an eevee to deal with the thing, jack. he had a dark type move that would deal a decent amount of damage. while rockruff had a disadvantage against the possible water type moves.

the battle was over quickly enough and francie had tossed a pokéball to catch the cute little thing. with a happy smile, she turned back toward fernando, curious to see if he'd waited on her or moved forward and expected her to catch up.

‣ FERNANDO SILPH
++corsola
she gotta stop she runnin' outta ballz

They parted ways just as quickly as they came back together. She was one Corsola richer and she couldn't help how she fingered the new companion before watching the ball disappear as it was sent to her personal computer to be stored. Maybe she'd never take the poor thing out, or maybe she would. But for the moment, she was simply watching Fernando.

"So we've come out here to look into some ruins, or ancient something or others. You were a bit foggy on the details."

Francie's words weren't interrupted by the sight of a small Fletchling bouncing around near the beach. She did admire the bird's audacity though. It was bouncing around an ocean, as a small little fire and flying type. How very strange to find it someplace like this. She wondered if that's what it looked like when she was with Fernando. A small thing with a strong man like that. But mostly, Francie just ignored the bird and kept walking, awaiting Fernando's response.