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An eruption of noise closed in from all sides, a symphony that foretold of an oncoming disaster, yet Bryn felt himself focused even as the surface beneath him groaned and swayed with the salty spray that peppered the breeze. His concentration a rock amongst the swirling, angry winds and water. Dark clouds rolled in thick overhead, even bleaker waters that could hide the form of a storm’s puppeteer beneath them, yet his gaze hungrily absorbed them all. His senses felt alive, crackling along with the electricity that hung thick in the air above the boat, charged from the pull of his curiosity and being submerged in the elements in which he found so fascinating. [break][break]

And Skyler only proved to encourage Bryn’s sense of reckless passion, prodding him with a verbal challenge, pushing him deeper into the risk of the hunt for knowledge when others would be smart to give up. “Just who do you think you’re talking to?” He let out a breath of amusement at her provocation. His gaze met hers for the briefest of moments until a spray of water frothed over the edge of the boat and, suddenly, they wordlessly threw themselves into the chaos. [break][break]

Bryn followed Skyler’s word when it came to preparing the boat for the oncoming weather, submerging himself down in the depths of the cabin again and gathering up all of his equipment, storing them where they would remain active but wouldn’t be thrown into the walls should they hit some particularly nasty waves. None of his tools were exactly Weather Institute level of expensive or quality but they were still his own personal belongings and he’d rather not see all of his data smashed from turbulent wants. Then, with the orange straps, he began to fasten down anything that was a flight risk. [break][break]

When he emerged back on deck and finished up the task she had given him, rain was beginning to fall with increasing speed and heaviness from the mass of dark clouds, sticking his wet mousey hair to his face and smothering their surroundings with the pattering, white noise backdrop of droplets colliding again the deck. “All done here,” he shifted towards Skyler, holding onto something to steady his balance and raising his voice to puncture through the rain, grip tightening as they rolled over a swelling wave. [break][break]

He hovered close by, just in case she needed him to handle anything else, numb to the way the cold water had begun soaking down through his clothes to his skin when he had so many other variables to focus on; like the way a flash of lightning branched across the sky like an outstretched tree branch. [break][break]

“as mad as it sounds, I've always wanted to see what it was like being in the middle of one of these. You don't get many opportunities to go out into the field and actually experience it first hand back at the Institute.” He called out to her over the sounds of the surrounding storm with more of a statement than a question, seemingly unperturbed by the warnings of the weather, his voice steady and curiosity unfaltering even while in the midst of his first sea storm experience. “So hey, tell me about a sea storm you've been in; a memorable one. I want to hear about it from a sailing veteran. Were the conditions anything like this?” [break][break]

Because there was nothing like asking for a ghost story while walking through a haunted house, right?


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"I barely know you."[break][break]

No, he supposes she really doesn’t know much about him, nothing beyond the superficial anyway. Sometimes Bryn wonders if he barely knows himself, too; like all the work he filled into every spare moment of his life had been a cover up, something to focus on, because beyond that there wasn’t very much beneath his surface. So, he contemplates in his mind, that all things considered Stormy probably should take a little comfort – if that was even the right word – in not being the only one who wasn’t completely in the knowhow when it came to Bryn Hollis. [break][break]

Bryn stared at where the Pelipper had previously been, gazed locked on the jacket that remained and the little sparkles of silver that fell like falling stars from the remains of the pokeballs light, fading before they came into contact with the floor. Staring but not quite focusing, his mind somewhere else as silence enveloped the light room, his fingers loosely curled around the capsule in his palm as it rocked back and forth in his palm, still processing whether the creature within would successfully be sealed. There was a kind of tension, when waiting for the confirmation of a catch, that Bryn wasn’t familiar with but even so it was a feeling doomed to be pushed aside in favour of the awkward tension that weaved amongst the quiet; the lighthouse keeper waiting for Stormy to break the silence. She seemed like the type of person who would verbally announce it if what he had said resounded within her, good or bad. [break][break]

There’s a clearing of the throat followed by his own exhale, neither of them facing one another but seeming to find silent satisfaction after walking a fine, socially awkward line. Bryn let out a scoff, corner of his lips pulling in a slight grin, weary but not bitter. “Fine, fine… I suppose I do,” his gaze lifted as Nine peeked her big eyes over the edge of the stairs, as if gauging whether it was safe to come back up again, Bryn’s frown softening as the Castform’s eyes lit up, looking ready to float over straight to him before remembering that the Gloom scent still remained; said pokemon seeming to have second thoughts. Bryn shook his head and looked back down at the pokeball sitting in his palm, squeezing it after a thoughtful pause before shooting Stormy a wry look. He might not be very well known, not even to himself, but he was trying...[break][break]

“But first, go home and get showered. You stink.” Said the pot to the kettle. “Then you can pick where we go, I'll cover it. I think that's fair payment. Just have mercy on my wallet, alright?”



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A silence settled over them – a tense one – that Bryn spent with his lips pressed into a fine line. Usually he could count on Stormy to be present with a cheeky kind of attitude but that had fallen away, leaving him with a sneaking suspicion that he had put his foot in his mouth and cocked up somewhere, that he’d said something stupid. No surprises there, he guessed grimly. For a moment following his poorly formulated thank you their eyes meet, crimson seeming to search him for something and brown-green attempting to decipher what the woman was trying to silently piece together. [break][break]

Ah, there is was. It didn’t take long for the quiet spell to be broken, confirmation bursting into the light room like the brittle pop of embers on a campfire, small but its smoke clogging up his airways in an uncomfortable tightness.[break][break]

“I’m not lying,” he responded with an even, flat tone, his brow pinched in a frown that held similar frustrations, “Stormy, when have I ever bullshitted you?” He rose to his feet, too and caught the pokeball that she obliged to loan him with one hand; attention drawn away from the Pelipper briefly now that something with more pressing issues had presented itself. [break][break]

“Could it have gone smoother? Yes.” He breathed honestly, rolling the capsule in his palm as if it were some sort of stress ball, curbing the annoying jabs of awkwardness that sat like stones within his gut. Being friendless was a lot easier, he hadn’t noticed the harm he had done to people’s feelings back then, didn’t have to put up with the guilt of stepping on any toes when it was all in the name of scientific advancements. Now though, Bryn could feel prickles of it settling in, frustrating him when he was unfamiliar with how to rectify it. His best bet was to just be honest and that, for better or worse, was something he knew he could do. Even if he was still sporting a signature frown. “But I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t think you would be able to handle it. And you did handle it... Better than I would have done by myself.” [break][break]

Looking away, Bryn turned back towards the Pelipper who had somehow managed to squirm a foot or so away from its original position and the lighthouse keeper crouched down by it again, just out of reach of its beak so that he could press the button of the capsule against it and let a white light enveloped its form. Hopefully it, along with the rest of them in the room, would find some kind of calm now. “So – again – thanks. Really.”



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As Skyler swiftly rose and took to the edge of the boat after her Milotic, Bryn got to his feet and made his way back down into the cabin, footsteps swift and sure as he approached the table cluttered with his equipment. Quickly his hands shuffled papers out of the way, reaching for the few tools he had brought with him and scanning the readings that he was copying on his laptop. His gaze snaped back and forth between all of the data he had been collecting from the meters and taking immediate note of the sudden spike and dips; this storm had definitely fallen upon them far faster than should be naturally possible. Like it had transported from a mile away in an instant, summoned right above their heads. An unrestrained, crooked grin pulled at the corner of his lips, electricity crackling from the morphing atmosphere right down to his fingertips. [break][break]

When he finally emerged back on deck, Bryn was mid-sentence, the technical weather jargon that had been previously been muffled beneath Skyler’s feet suddenly becoming clearer. “-definitely some outside variable amplifying the wind speed and the direction - it usually changes when a storm is approaching - but for the readings to look like this, it's not your average ocean storm...” His hazel gaze instantly flew to the skies above, ignoring the sudden chill that seeped through his clothes and seeming to gather energy from it instead while Skyler shivered; a natural kick of adrenaline far more effective than any coffee. “And the pressure, there’s no way that it would have decreased this quickly if it was just nature taking its course.”[break][break]

During his absence the sky had darkened with heavy cumulonimbus clouds circling above their heads, beneath them the waves growing choppier as the wind direction turned and he didn’t have to consult the barometer he had just shoved into his pocket to know the pressure was rapidly plummeting. “How's it going, see anything?” He asked as he approached Skyler’s side, hand gripping the edge of the boat to keep himself steady, intrigued to see whether her Milotic had located anything beneath the surface that may be the cause of their sudden weather escalation. There was definitely something out there messing with the atmosphere above their coordinates and he wanted to know what the hell could cause this kind of shift. [break][break]

He felt the miniaturized capsule in his jacket pocket shift as a drop of rain splashed on the tip of his nose and he found his fingers instinctively lifting from the railing to press against the shape under the fabric, the Kingdra nestled within shivering in time with a particularly low howl of the wind. As if she had predicted it a surge of an air current collided into the boat, urging it to bob and sway them harder than before, Bryn’s hand that had been placed on his pocket reached out to automatically hold Skyler’s shoulder with a firm grip, blind to the touch while the quickly forming storm enraptured his attention. [break][break]

“What do you think Captain Dross...” He was no boat expert but, as a few more raindrops began to fall with ripples barely visible in the waves, Bryn hoped that Skyler's curiosity was as keen to be quenched as his own; his voice not wavering in the slightest in the face of their approaching, strange storm. Relenting to the shifting of Kingdra's pokeball, he fished her capsule out of his pocket and released the water dragon into the depths to join the Milotic in the search. “Think we can hold out a little longer?”


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Bryn visibly cringes as Stormy dry heaves in the corner, a dull throb of regret rippling through his head as he felt powerless to stop the trainer from potentially spewing all over his floor, having to trust that the woman was able to keep it in. If all else fails then he’d have to swap her broom with a mop. “Hey, stupid, you want to puke?” He huffs out as she picks at her foul-smelling shirt and starts inhaling like a sniffer-Growlithe, Bryn’s expression twisting into unmasked disbelief, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose and his eyes closing as he tried not to pay attention to the mess in the corner. Ah, yes, there was the headache. It went so well when combined with the nauseous churning in his stomach and the fatigue stinging behind his eyelids. Fan-fucking-tastic. [break][break]

Head bowed, remaining crouched on the ground next to the Pelipper who had also taken to making noises that resembled groans of sickness - it better not hurl either - Bryn felt his lips tweak ever so slightly at the corner as his companion commented on his burning suggesting, wearily amused. He wouldn’t put it past her to try and scorch the clothes off his back after today’s stunts. “So you agree, I should have called someone else, then? It's always nice to be proven right.” Chuckling as Stormy mentioned that Avery would have been a better fit for this particular quest, he gave up on remaining on his toes, his thighs beginning to ache slightly until he slipped down onto his ass and released a heavy exhale. If he kept still then the wooziness would pass in no time, hopefully. [break][break]

Keeping a grip on his hostage, Bryn watched silently as Stormy got to work, seemingly gathering a flash of inspiration as she summoned another pokemon to help them. “Should have come up with that sooner,” he sighed to himself, mostly. There was nothing they could do about their failed first attempts now; at least the Salazzle was achieving results and he lifted his gaze to watch as the sweet scent seemed to overpower the strength of the foul scents that the Gloom had left, their winged enemies packing up shop all on their own when lured by a more alluring trail. Only one, sitting at his feet, was left behind.[break][break]

Brown-green eyes flickered over to Stormy as their mission seemed to turn towards success, raising his brow as the woman proclaimed her victory and the benefits in which she had brought to the lighthouse. He looked at her with an incredibly blank expression. “Yeah, right…” Admittedly he felt like the term meant more than what he could interpret, like some kind of catchphrase passed through a grapevine he hadn’t noticed and so Bryn awkwardly tacked on air quotes with his fingers as he hesitantly replied, “very… ‘big brain’ of you?” Was that meant to be a proclamation that she had done something smart? If so, then he’d have to knock off points from that comment alone. [break][break]

“Anyway forget the pokémon. After today we're not going to need Lucy anymore, we can ward the ships away from the rocks with the damn stink bubble,” he paused, looking down at the Pelipper beside him, its breathing having evened out after having its senses assaulted from the Gloom stink and was beginning to stir. He'd have to get it to the Pokémon Center soon... “But hey,” he started before wetting his lips, pausing for a brief moment as he weighed the words sitting awkwardly on his tongue, brow pinched in a little frown as he pushed through the headache formulating from fatigue, frustration and now awkwardness. “Even though this was pretty much a shit-storm disaster. Thanks. For helping out. I owe you.” He looked away, figuring his broken sentence would do as an expression of gratitude, even though it still tasted a bit strange on the tongue. He doubted Stormy would be all too keen to eat biscuits and drink tea as a reward now, considering the state they were in. [break][break]


Now there was only the one remaining problem left, one that was beginning to struggle in the restraits of his jacket and Bryn, weary and fed up now that he smelled like ass, didn't think he could transport it to the pokécenter as is... “Got a spare pokéball on you I can borrow...?”


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Taking a couple of gulps of his water, enjoying the refreshing chill as they sat in the early Autumn sun, Bryn nodded as Skyler agreed to his notion of the weather. Figures that a sailor would catch on well to the hints of a storm, she’d probably seen the signs plenty of times during her trips out on the water, maybe enough for her to pick up the first hints by instinct alone. It was impressive even if she did chalk it up to just a bad feeling. “We know it might be coming, if it looks like the wind is pushing it in this direction, then we can always pick up anchor and leave. It’s fine.” They were already a step ahead than most now they were aware of its presence hovering in the distance, so Bryn wasn’t too worried about it, although he reminded himself to check the barometer on the regular. [break][break]

He let her pull at his arm without complaint, removing it from the back of her seat as she threw herself down next to him to instead screw the cap back onto his water, nodding at her remark about the apparent creature the fishermen claimed was another reason for their fish disappearance. So far he couldn’t see a pattern in it being weather related and although he would continue to monitor the readings, it was beginning to lean more likely towards the issue resolving in an unknown variable beneath the waves… He’d have to leave that to Skyler mostly, if that were the case.[break][break]

“Give me a bit of credit,” he hummed with a soft breath of amusement, shooting Skyler a stare out of the corner of his eye, the usual sharpness in his gaze smoothed over like an ocean-weathered shard of worn green glass. “You’re making it out like this is my first all-nighter. Don't worry, I think I’ll manage, Cap’.”[break][break]

His lips curled lightly at the corners, wry and subtle, as Skylar nudged him with her shoe and remarks about him falling asleep. She always made getting close to people easy, as unabashed and playful as the ocean waves that bobbed their boat and while Bryn didn’t return the friendly gesture of contact, he didn’t move away from her either, comfortable to just let her nudge him. People seemed to be doing that a lot lately, prodding themselves into his life and squirming into spaces which had long ago been unknowingly vacant, filling it with chatter and banter where before it was occupied by work and solitude. Bryn was starting to admit that, although he still enjoyed Meteorology research, it wasn’t so bad to fill up his time with moments like this instead… [break][break]

“Speaking of coffee, I helped myself earlier.” Placing his bottle on the deck beside his chair, Bryn found himself slumping down in the seat, legs stretching out after he had spent the better part of his day standing over a table; his voice about as unapologetic and nonchalant as his posture for taking her beans without first asking. “Where the hell did you get that stuff? Your taste buds have got to be dead, that shit was strong enough to wake someone from a coma.” Not like he could talk; years of all-night research binges had left him annoyingly tolerant to but the strongest of caffeine. He might be interested in precuring some for himself if Skyler was willing to divulge where she got the goods.



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Despite the Pelipper’s struggles, he had managed to securely tie it up with his jacket into a secure bundle, its wings pinned to its sides to prevent it from hurting itself further. Bryn’s furrowed brow, previously pinched firm in concentration to power through the hair-melting stench and snapping of a large beak in his face, softened as Stormy’s worried tones punctured through the chaos. “It’s okay,” he assured about many different variables, his arms coming to wrap around the stocky creature and lifting it in a secure hold against his chest, his voice level as he raises to his full height. “Don’t go thinking it’s your fault. It’s probably just a sprain from landing awkwardly.” After all, the winged heathen had instantly attempted to power through its favoured appendage and attack them, so Bryn assumed that it wasn’t broken, at the very least. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. [break][break]

With a grunt as he lifted the Pelipper, he stifled a cough that threatened to rip up his throat, clenching his teeth together as the smog of bad smells was picked up by the wind, pushing it further over towards him until he was hit by the full-force of the putrid collision. “F-Fuck,” unable to adjust anything to cover his nose, his arms occupied by a squirming hulk of feathers, Bryn just managed to pick up the sound of Stormy announcing she was going to hurl followed by the clatter of the door. She better not throw up in there! Not like he was one to talk, what with his stomach churning from the unholy smell that such a small pokemon such as Gloom should never be able to create… “Please don’t puke, don’t you bloody dare puke in there, Stormy…!”[break][break]

So, ducking his head down, for the first time in a while Bryn threw himself and Pelipper towards the door at a run; desperation to get to untainted air pushing all sense of shame out of the window as he hauled ass back into the lighthouse. [break][break]

Unceremoniously, Bryn kicked the door shut behind him as he burst back inside, watching through the wall-length glass as thick green spores circled around the top of the lighthouse, tinting the pretty view with a film of puke coloured fumes. He greedily breathed in some clean air. Outside the Gloom seemed to be too busy handling the rest of the bird family to, thankfully, follow them. [break][break]

Carefully Bryn lowered the Pelipper down to the floor, one hand remaining placed upon its back as he crouched beside it, noting that it now looked rather dazed after he had hauled them through the smog cloud. At least it had calmed down a little; even so he kept a light hold on it, just in case it recovered quickly. With a heavy exhale, Bryn’s head flopped low, mousy brown hair falling over his face. Suddenly he felt more exhausted than ever. “You feeling alright?” He asked Stormy, ignoring how Nine had floated over towards them with a concerned look on her face before seemingly getting a whiff of them, his Castform seeming to second guess her worry as she let out a little splutter and put some distance between them. Hazel eyes peeked through strands of hair as he remained crouched, concentrating on breathing through the sickly feeling in his stomach and resisting the urge to fall back on his ass in defeat. “Shit...” A soft, tired chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, the weariness and craziness of the situation pulling a tune from his dry throat like a man meeting the wall of his limit. “I liked this shirt. Now I'm going to have to burn it, aren't I?”




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“Remind me again why I called you,” he deadpans as Stormy retaliates to his criticisms about her lack of sense with a bite of her own, both sides shooting off words but neither seeming very perturbed by the back and forth. One of the reasons that Bryn got on well with Stormy was that, beyond being an interesting person that kept him on his toes, she seemed resilient to his less than smooth qualities. Unless she was some kind of glutton for punishment. [break][break]

Maybe she was, Bryn thought, as he watched the fire master get pummelled with a barrage of water that threatened to topple her each turn. Leaving the man to fend off the Pelipper each time with a sweep of the broom and a wave of his jacket, urging their aim to detour and falter enough so they didn’t hit the woman at full power. [break][break]

Still, she was right that he had been a little concerned when she had decided that half dangling off the railings was a good idea, he wasn’t very inclined to see anyone become ditto paste at the foot of his lighthouse, let alone someone who he dared say he was on friendly terms with. In kind the same could be said about the bird family in front of him. Though he loathed their presence here, was frustrated and at his tether of being able to put up with them, that didn’t mean he wanted to see the water creatures be harmed in their mission to remove them. Bryn hoped that they would be able to move them on without problem…
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“Huh,” with his broom resting on the ground, Bryn leaned forward against the handle with both hands, amused satisfaction flicking across his face as Stormy admitted defeat. “What brought you to that conclusion, Ms. Bright-Ideas?” Perhaps a couple of water blasts to the face had knocked a little bit of sense into that head of hers. Still, it seemed she wasn’t completely full of hot air and seemed to come to the conclusion – his earlier conclusion – that perhaps using a pokemon of her own was the way to go. Bryn nodded in satisfied agreement as she released a Gloom from a capsule previously tucked away and took a step back; thankful that they were at least outside before the stink bomb went off. At least this way they might be able to get them to leave without a fight… [break][break]

“Alright, ready.” Lifting the collar of his shirt up over his nose, Bryn watched through sharp narrowed eyes as a plume of particles burst into the air, surrounding their side of the lighthouse summit in a plume of nauseating spores. Their screeches cut off into gagging caws, the Wingull hatchlings wheezed and staggered, one of the parents hopping over to try and shield them with a wing. Pelipper number two however plummeted off the edge and landed on the balcony with a flailing, awkward sounding thud in its frantic display of feathers and screeches. Bryn grimaced, both as the scent sneaked through the fabric of his shirt and from the way the creature squirmed at their feet, stiffly holding a wing out. That wasn’t good… Something in his stomach dropped with a tired exhale. [break][break]

In its desperation, the Pelipper began to flap its wings awkwardly in Stormy and Gloom’s direction in the attempts of an Air Slash, probably to knock them and the foul smell away as quickly as possible. It didn’t get a chance though, Bryn stepped in to throw his jacket over the squirming body of the large bird, firmly putting his weight down on the pokemon and attempting to hold its wings close to its body to stop it from moving too much. His jaw clenched, attempting to get it under control all the while trying not to breathe in too many spores, lest he vomit on the balcony. [break][break]

“Got it...” Sort of, anyway. Turns out Pelipper are quite strong and he felt his arm muscles working to restrain the pokemon so it wouldn't charge off and potentially hurt itself further or collide into Stormy. “How you doing with the others?” Any minute now he bet the other half would have recovered and would be trying to dive bomb him... Keeping his hands steady, he began to try and tie the sleeves of the jacket around its plump bird body, like a little straight jacket of sorts.



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Technically a day off from your usual job should entail resting and entertainment, giving the worker a chance to recharge their batteries and take a load off their pile of responsibilities for some protected hours. Bryn had instead opted to surround himself with a table swimming in papers, scratchy penmanship and the familiar blips or flickers of machines – yet his hazel eyes glinted brightly in the gloom of the boat cabin despite the dark circles outlining them. Had he slept since finishing his night shift at the lighthouse before jumping aboard Skyler’s boat when she had approached him with a mission too tempting to ignore? Not a wink. Thankfully he had more than the caffeine in his veins keeping his energy high; it took him back to his researcher days a little, where he’d stay awake for far longer than humanely possible for that high of theories turned fact. [break][break]

Stretching arms above his head, pen tucked behind an ear, he pulled himself away from the chaos he had left on Skyler’s table. They had dropped anchor around the area in which the fishermen had complained about their lack of catch, citing strange weather or peculiar below the surface activity as the cause of their problem and Bryn had been monitoring the forecast since to look out for anomalies. “Nothing out of the ordinary so far,” he told the blonde sailor as he walked up onto the deck, fishing out a bottle of water and not seeming disappointed in the slightest that this tiny pocket of hoenn’s waters was seemingly clear from any weirdly out of the ordinary weather. Like just being submerged in all of the day’s activities of sky watching, note taking and mathematics had been far from a chore despite the lack of a breakthrough. [break][break]

“Though there are some signs of some bad weather going on about 1.7 clicks north-west, give or take,” twisting the cap off his bottle, Bryn slumped down in a vacant seat with a nonchalant tone to her predication, ignoring the ache in his feet as the salt breeze ruffled his hair. “It might fade out or not even come this way but I’ll keep an eye out.” Tilting his head back and draping an arm over the back of another seat, Bryn watched as the clouds above them sat, grey and fat enough to almost blot out the blue expanse. [break][break]

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His lips curled lightly at the corner as Stormy, broom in hand and a previous figure of determination against her task, now looked like she very well needed to use the pole as a walking stick. She was a picture of what he used to look like back when he first took over the lighthouse some months ago, Bryn could almost taste the coppery sensation in the back of his dry throat and the tightness in his lungs at the mere memory of climbing those stairs; how he used to stand at the top with hands on his knees, too. Strange how quickly time had seemed to fly by. “Sure you don’t need a minute there, kiddo?” That didn’t stop him from cracking a somewhat dry, condescending tone with a quirk of a brow, only partly poking fun of the elite trainer as she was bested by a flight of stairs. [break][break]

That mirth to his mouth fell away almost as quickly as it came though as Stormy announced that she was going to be tackling the Pelipper family pokemon-less, leaving Bryn a little baffled and suddenly feeling wearily frustrated; with just a pinch of concern that was left unexpressed. He didn’t have any pokemon that he could rely on to get the job done - no offence to Nine - but if he had, he may well have done, their foes for this afternoon were not exactly placed in the safest of locations and had a tendency to strike. While he was doing the best with what he had on hand, Stormy had just opted out of the most practical, safest route. He didn’t fancy watching her get blown off over the railings by a stray air strike from a merciless parent pair. [break][break]

“Don’t be an idiot. I’m not telling the press that a Silph got herself offed on my-“ but she was gone, slipping out of the door before he could snatch the broom from her hands, leaving Bryn to swear softly under his breath and grip his own tool with a white-knuckle grip. There was no choice but to trail after her. Good thing he did, as when he circled around in the opposite direction to Stormy, shrugging off his jacket while trailing around the long way, he was greeted to the sight of his helper with one of his towels in hand and perilously straddling the bannister between the Pelipper and a freefall. Bryn froze with his jacket half down his arm, feeling his mouth dropping into a gape for the first time in a while… [break][break]

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Arceus sake, was she trying to give him a heart attack? Suddenly Bryn was starting to regret asking her to help him. Clearly he must have lost a few braincells from a lack of sleep. “If you fall off, I’m killing you myself.” What he really meant to say was ‘please get off’ and ‘don’t be reckless’ but who knows whether Stormy would be able to interpret his bark. Between them the Pelipper began to puff themselves up, wings stretching, to appear as big and intimidating as possible; their babies looking scared as they huddled close in their nest of twigs. “Just... hold on tight at least...” He frowned, as with his jacket he began to wave it at the Pelipper to try and distract them from approaching Stormy, ignoring the wave of foolishness as the birds began to screech louder in his ears and suddenly feeling quite aware of how tense his muscles were. [break][break]

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