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[attr="class","illie i"]god, it's hot. even in nothing more than a red bikini, summer is still definitely here and claiming victims with this heat. pokemon flock to the shores of mossdeep for some relief from the heat and they find it within the ocean. except... there's far too many of them for all to find some comfort.

"hydro pump, please!" she murmurs, a hand rising to gesture toward the masses of pokemon that cover the beach. the vaporeon at her side releases a single stream of water from her mouth and while hydro pump is normally a little too harsh on the skin, mare lessens the extent of force behind it. the resulting spout of water is more like a fire hydrant spraying wildly and illeana directs the vaporeon's aim with another swing of her hand.

the pokemon rejoice as cool water hits their skin, shuffling along so the next batch can have their chance for some water fun. while her vaporeon continues to shower pokemon in water, however, she shifts her direction to a man. he almost seems familiar but the head scientist can't put a finger to it for the life of her. instead, she'll simply approach him with a warm smile as if that'll help her place where she could know him from.

"are you helping out with cooling these guys off?" her face is slightly flushed when she slides into place in front of him. of course, that's either due to heat or the muscle display he's putting on. either, both, she doesn't know. her gaze shifts back to the pokemon as if she's suddenly awkward with the amount of skin displayed between them. "it's a hot one today."

Kazimir Wynter
summer ova let's get it

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[attr="class","illie i"]a flush mirrors a flush and both of them are red-faced now. too much skin, too much heat. how do people survive in the summer? illeana fidgets where she stands, a hand rising to gently tug at the string around her neck. the longer she wears it, the more uncomfortable she becomes. the urge to cover up, to hide the dozens of scars on skin is always too much but right now? with him also bare? too much, she's gonna die from embarrassment.

"swimming back home doesn't sound like a bad idea," she muses with a laugh. it might get tiring but damn, if the ocean doesn't sound appealing right now. the smile is returned in kind while her vaporeon shifts over to his blastoise's side. together, they provide more relief for the pokemon gathered, both with life dew and hydro pump. part of her wants to run beneath the water they're providing if only to get rid of the heat at her cheeks.

"heatstroke would be terrible," her eyes drift to the pokemon as they gather beneath the water. each one of them looks happy, blissful even. it brings a fond look to her features. "hopefully we'll be able to prevent that from happening. these little guys deserve all the water they can get." of course, there's only so much they can technically do but it should be enough to offer some form of comfort for each one.

her head turns back to him with the asking of a question. a ranger? the flush deepens and she's quick to shake the concept off, as if being classified as someone strong isn't fitting for her. "oh, no i'm not with the rangers!" an awkward laugh follows and she's tugging a little harder at the string on her collar bone. "just a scientist trying to lend a hand where i can." her smile is a little wobbly but it lingers as she asks a question of her own. "are you a ranger, then?" maybe that's where she knows him from... otherwise, the familiarity of him will continue to persist until she finally bites the bullet and asks.

Kazimir Wynter
summer ova let's get it

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[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]her head tilts slightly and before she can stop herself, she's blurting out a question. "why not become one, then?" immediately, her lips are parting in surprise and she's positively scrambling to cover the rudeness. "i'm sorry, that's probably not my business! i -- i just meant, you know, since you're getting called in to help sometimes." there's more than likely a reason for him not joining the ranger ranks, which is probably none of her business. more heat floods her cheeks and she's close to a tomato now.

nevertheless, she returns his proud smile with a warm one of her own. and when he prompts a shift in conversation to ask about her own line of work, she's subconsciously brightening with the prospect of being able to discuss her latest projects. of course, she gets about as far as opening her mouth to answer when a literal waterfall comes over them.

illeana's caught off guard and spluttering when the water finally lets up. her vaporeon merely pauses for a moment to watch, almost amused at how her trainer now looks like a drowned cat before getting back to the task at hand. the scientist gasps finally, surprise eventually shifting into laughter. a hand rises in a feeble attempt to run through soaked hair until it snags in a tangle and she opts of ushering the dark curls over her shoulder to wring them out. her eyes never leave kazimir, however, even as he begins to scold his blastoise and then profusely apologize. "it's okay!" the smile she wears is bright, albeit slightly wet. "i think he just wanted to help us cool down, right?" she directs her gaze to the blastoise in question, a wink following. if anything, it was a blessing. she's feeling a little refreshed now and her cheeks are less rosy than before.

her eyes slide back from his pokemon to him and she's flipping her hair back over her shoulder as she tries to answer him. "i'm sorry, i didn't get the chance to answer you," an awkward giggle punctuates the words. "but the answer is genetics!" while she wants to launch into a full blown explanation, she doubts he has hours to mull around with her and listen to her chirp his ear off about her work. instead, she'll smile a little wider and gesture toward her belongings left behind by a lifeguard stand. "also, would you like a towel? we're a little wet now." thank you, captain obvious.

Kazimir Wynter
summer ova let's get it

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[attr="class","illie i"]her smile is warm when he takes the towel from her. and while he busies himself with drying off, she follows suit. before she had just thought she was overpacking for the day but... that second towel really did come in handy. who knew!

while they dry off, he makes sure to answer her previous question and the consideration for actually giving her an answer brings another round of rosiness to her cheeks. it's nice, he's nice, she decides with her attention placed solely on the response he gives. "ah, i see," she murmurs. life always has this nasty habit of being hectic, beyond our control even. she doesn't blame him for not biting off more than he can chew, not in the slightest. "maybe when things settle down, you'll be able to join." the smile brightens a little at the prospect but somehow she has a feeling that things never truly settle down. they only slightly ease up until the next round of chaos comes tumbling down. she shifts the towel up to ruffle her hair with the plush fabric. it assists in cleaning up some water but the dark curls are still damp and clinging to her skin. ugh, wet hair on skin is not an enjoyable sensation. that much is certain. meanwhile, her vaporeon takes advantage of the opportunity for a break. it's much needed after the repeated act of hydro pump. the water dog settles into the sand, curling herself up at the side of his blastoise. the shade is nice, refreshing for her skin.

"yes, genetics!" she lets out an embarrassed laugh, cheeks deepening in color. how many times is that now? too many for her to count, a usual occurrence if she takes the time to ponder it. "pokemon, usually! i don't believe anyone's exactly willing to get poked and prodded for me." another laugh, although she's not sure what the cause of it is: her statement or the cute nickname he gives her. both, she decides. definitely both. she returns his smile although there's mild hesitation in her body at the offering of a cold lemonade. her eyes dart between his and the outstretched can, as if she's uncertain she should impose. his words quell that uncertainty, however, and so she's gingerly plucking the can from his hand with a brush of fingers. "thank you," she murmurs, corners of her lips tugging a little wider. "that's very kind of you. i appreciate it!" and then, as if it only just now dawns on her, she's stifling a gasp and fumbling with the can in her hands. "oh god, i'm so sorry! i never asked for your name!" smooth, illie.

Kazimir Wynter
summer ova let's get it

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[attr="class","illie i"]whatever suggestive meanings to her comment go over her head and as such, his does as well. instead, she takes it at face value with a thoughtful hum and a slightly curious look. her head tilts to one side as if the weight of a decision is pulling her in one way versus another. "you think?" it's genuine, too naive for her to be anything less. "how would you word it, then?" how does one even ask someone to become part of an experiment, anyway?

a bright smile rises to her face at the mention of his name and before she can think of a different course of action, she's stepping a little closer. the hand that isn't holding a can is extended toward him. "kaz," she repeats, testing the name on her tongue. "it's a pleasure to meet you!" even if he feels familiar yet not. odd but not totally in a bad way. curious, if anything, and she almost drifts towards curious natures subconsciously. and she can't help the way her eyes flutter open a little wider. a gym challenger, hm? recently she's found herself drawn to the appeal but... strength and power are not things she happens to possess. "really? that's so impressive! may i ask how many you've taken down so far?" or would it be more logical to just ask how many badges are beneath his belt? either one works, really.

another nickname slips from his lips and she's almost tempted to have him keep calling her that. a simple codename but something about it has her flushing. maybe it's the wink he pairs with it that hits its mark and leaves her a little flustered. "illeana reyes," she supplies after perhaps too long of a pause, too long of an embarrassed silence that leaves her pinker in the cheeks with each passing second. and then, she's laughing because really, it'd be nice to be called something other than just her name. "if you'd prefer, you can continue to call me miss genetics." besides, she can't quite put her finger on it but there's a touch of pride that comes with such a title.

Kazimir Wynter
summer ova let's get it