"Uh..." Asher had opened his mouth to say something and he'd gotten stumped instead. This was some kind of character, here. He couldn't help but laugh, though, because there was a free spirit there and if there was anything Asher understood, it was free spirit.

"I do feel you." Asher admitted while watching his houndoom, Daisy, and his beheeyem, Freddy, take care of the claydol and baltoys that were causing such a disruption. He took a deep breath, carefully watching as they had switched from their usual roles due to the type difference.

Usually the psychic type would snipe from behind and the dual type would take the brunt of the damage, but those possible ground type moves would level the dual type, which led her to using her flamethrower from a distance and it left the beheeyem teleporting around and unleashing wave after wave of psychic energy, just enough to stun the claydol, before Daisy got her chance and ran in for a critical crunch.

The tornadoes died down soon enough, and Asher was able to take off his goggles. His pokemon weren't without their battle wounds, Daisy panting to show her exhaustion. But Freddy made his way over to examine her, using recover, in an effort to try and share the health... which didn't work, because it wasn't heal pulse, but he thought perhaps it would.

"They're done, for now. Do you need an escort out of here?"

priam conrad

A typical teenage boy, it seemed. Asher was sure to give a warm smile regardless of the ridiculousness before him. He kept both of his pokemon out. Daisy led the way, sniffing here and there, carefully, so she didn't get sand in her snout. Freddy just, did Freddy. Floated over to Priam, gave him a chime or two and a smile before twisting and curling in the air and hovering next to Asher.

"I'm Asher. It's nice to meet you, Conrad."

Asher began as they walked, hands in his pockets. The storms had calmed down enough that he didn't need his goggles any longer to block sand from hitting his eyes. They were nearing a route anyway.

"Glad I came when I did. Looked like a bit of a pickle. And I don't mind helping you out, since I'm on my way out anyway."

Well he was on his way out now at any rate. Since he figured out what was causing the tornadoes. He could inform the local rangers and get a few to patrol the area, get the pokemon to settle down.

mission
priam conrad

[attr="class","witness"]'I'm a busy man' nearly made Asher laugh. He had to bite his tongue. For all he knew, this kid could have been a busy man. But from the looks of things, the espeon was a busy man, and the blue haired was a dense boy.

Then again, Asher's a bit 'judge it by its cover.'

"Not all the time, no. But I'm familiar with walking the terrain. It helps to have a psychic type, much like your espeon. I've a beheeyem myself, and he's giving me signals on whether I'm going the right direction or not."

Why not give the kid a few pointers?

priam conrad / wanna be like yo-oo-ou mission

[attr="class","witness"]Asher wasn't quite sure he'd ever met a person like this one. Conrad, wasn't it? Either way, he's happy to oblige the answer. Why not let the kid learn something, right?

"Freddy's got the ability telepathy. Meaning, he can have a constant telepathic connection with me."

Asher tapped his head to emphasize what telepathic meant. Why? Because he had a feeling this kid was a visual learner.

"It means, Freddy's waiting at the entrance, and sending me a 'hot' or 'cold' message, via the telepathy. It's more... feelings, than words. But I prefer it that way."

If Freddy used actual words to chat with him, it'd drive Asher up a wall. As they approached the edge of the desert, a beheeyem that was dancing joyfully came into view.

"Ah, and there he is. That's Freddy right there! Means we're coming out at the route."

priam conrad - post 5/5 wanna be like yo-oo-ou mission