Uncertain where to look, Klaus's cheeks are dusted with a blush as Amber chatters away, his head nodding absently without really parsing her words. He blinks once as he comes into himself, a little "What?" spilling from his lips about a photoshoot.
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"I mean. Uh. Not really," he tries and fails as Amber is off on her phone sending myriad texts. Hand lifting to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck, he tries to speak again only to be cut off by Amber questioning if he wants the photo she had snapped of him, his magenta-rose eyes turning impossibly wide. Klaus blushes deeply at what is presumed to be an overtly forward pass at him. Oblivious to his trainer's embarrassment, Dhelmise's appendage phases out as Luci goes to lick it, something akin to a snicker filling the air from the anchor-like pokemon.
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Voice cracking as he speaks, Klaus stumbles of his words as he replies, "Y-yeah sure. Um. Yeah, here," he reaches out with a shaking hand to motion to Amber's phone and then taking it. Navigating to her contacts, Klaus taps in his information and hands her phone back, his face now a brilliant scarlet.
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"I can - let you use my Lapras if you want pictures on the water," Klaus tries through a constricted voice.

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+ Amber Lenoir

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Good Lord
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Klaus stares blankly for a moment, feeling as if a freighter had drug him through the ocean by his ankles. "It's my name," he answers dumbly, his brow furrowed in confusion until the animated woman before him gushes about her modelling career. That explained the photo, he muses fatalistically, something to laugh over later with her friends.
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Hands shaking, Klaus wrings them together in an effort to give himself something to do. His voice meek and uncertain, he supplies, "I've never been to Johto. Lived in Hoenn all my life." Glancing down at his hands, Klaus presses his eyes closed a moment, his swallow audible.
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"I'm a lighthouse keeper over in Lilycove," he offers lamely, his foot beginning to bounce with nervous energy. He watches silently as Amber discovers the event's supplied desserts, his mouth dry and stomach churning. He regretted having a cookie earlier.
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Meanwhile, Hansel the Dhelmise peers with his one eye at the Umbreon, the fraternization attempt thoughtfully weighed. Eventually, the Dhelmise extends one tendril of ghostly kelp towards Luci in greeting.

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+ Amber Lenoir

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His expression slipping into uncertainty as he collects another card from one of the event's organizers, Klaus exhales an audible breath he hadn't realised he was holding. What a day so far. His gaze casts askance at his Dhelmise, an eerie moan sounding from the ghostly anchor which pulls a snort of amusement out of Klaus.
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"Absolutely not," he answers, his attention flitting back to the card in his hand. Amber Lenoir. Right.
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Klaus turns on his heel and moves to the indicated table, a nervous if bright smile touching his expression; hand raised and mouth opening to greet her, he freezes immediately as a phone comes up from nowhere to snap his photo. Flushing a brilliant scarlet, a strangled noise sounds from Klaus as he stands there dumbly, his magenta-rose eyes flitting nervously from the phone to Amber's face.
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Did he look that awful? Was he that much of an embarrassment?
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"H-hey. Amber," he greets through a constricted throat. "I'm. I'm Klaus. And this is Hansel," he manages a jerky motion towards his Dhelmise by way of greeting, the young man's knees practically buckling as he slumps into the chair opposite of Amber.
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"What.. Uh. What do you do?"
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Why had he come?

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+ Amber Lenoir

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"Bastard," Klaus accuses his Lapras under his breath, though he nonetheless gives the pokemon in question a light pat upon the neck. He then quirks a half-smile as to his Skrelp, the young man nodding in agreement as he supplies, "She's prettier than she is nice."
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His nose wrinkles playfully at the offended Skrelp who surfaces right beside the Lapras, the pokeball in her muzzle is spit with perhaps a bit too much force at Klaus; thankfully, Klaus seems prepared for this minor tantrum and manage to catch the projectile in his right hand.
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With a shrug as to loneliness, Klaus answers with indifference, "Usually, but I like the quiet." A splash upon the water causes Klaus to look over at a surfaced Goldeen, his hands moving to sign to his Skrelp, Smokescreen and Water Pulse. Klaus continues as if nothing had happened, "Some of the more remote lighthouses require three on, one off rotating keepers that I sometimes help with. They also like two of us out in the winter but Lilycove is usually operated with just one."
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Klaus's hand goes to his belt from which he pulls out a pokeball to throw at the Goldeen, and then continues, "Let me give you my number and you can tell me the best time for you, yeah?"

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+ Martín del Mar

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Momentarily grateful for Barnarby's help in staying upright, Klaus's features slowly turn into a polite bewilderment, and then embarrassment when he's not immediately released; nonetheless he makes no overt attempt to remove the other man from himself, whether for the supposed support or simply basking in his body heat difficult to discern. Either for the support, or sending his Flygon to rid them of the airborne pokemon, Klaus mumbles a shy, "Thanks."
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He exhales audibly when Barnaby, briefly, confirms that the footage wasn't recorded, Klaus's hand lifting to push back his water-soaked locks from his eyes. However, his solace is quickly shattered when Barnaby admits that the cameras were indeed rolling, a dismayed "Fuck," spilling from his lips.
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Refusing to meet Barnaby's gaze, Klaus falls completely silent, the young man lost in his racing thoughts; pulse pounding and stomach churning, a barely-there tremor quickens through his body. Overwhelmed by his recurring thoughts of 'Stupid', Klaus mentally berates himself over and over, his companion on the beach utterly forgotten; now staring at the ground, Klaus pulls away from Barnaby without a word and allows himself to flop onto the sand. A low groan sounds from his chest, his knees drawing up to allow his elbows to rest upon them while rubbing his palms into his eyes.
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Klaus's hands then fall away from his face, his vision swimming with spots of colour as he tries, and ultimately fails, to contain his growing panic and self-deprecating shame. His breathing now audible, thoughts spiralling, Klaus quakes as his world narrows to a single point of all-encompassing anxiety.
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Why did he leave the lighthouse today?

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+ BARNABY FINCH

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Klaus would sigh deeply if he could, his hands moving purposefully over the equipment before him as he attempts to fix the leaking line. Eventually, however, he deems it hopeless and gives up on the underwater torch, his gaze sweeping the area to ensure he has not been spotted. He floats himself below the League's boat and garners his Dhelmise's attention with three claps, the ghostly pokemon cutting through the water towards his trainer.
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Use Heavy Slam here. Signs Klaus, his hand directing the Dhelmise, Hansel, to the weakened portion of the ship which had previously been cutting with the torch. Twirling in place delightedly, the anchor-shaped pokemon rapidly swings clockwise, his arm scouring the metal above; the ship shudders violently with the impact, Klaus's magenta-rose eyes momentarily wide, before it stills. Klaus cautiously moves upwards to examine the Dhelmise's strike, his hand touching the sharp-edged, rent metal as lightly as possible.
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Again. Sink it. Klaus signs again to his pokemon, who more than willingly complies.
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Allowing Hansel to take out his blood-lust upon the ship, Klaus reaches to his belt and releases his Lapras, the water-type pokemon patiently waiting his command. Let me ride you. We're leaving. Klaus's hands cutting easily through the water, the Lapras nods and positions himself below his trainer, the pair surfacing together just beside Nathara's boat.
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Spitting out the respirator, Klaus puts his hands to his mouth to call without a care, "Nathara! Hurry up!"
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As he waits for his partner to appear so he can collect her on the Lapras, Klaus releases his Skrelp into the water, the sea dragon's ruby-bright eyes maliciously glancing around. "There's two of them," he says simply, ignoring the nearby sinking boat that is beginning to churn the waters.

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+ @sqwhirl

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Klaus blinks slowly at the comment about murder, his head slowly tilting to the side as he asks a touch incredulously, "What the hell kind of field trips were you going on?" He coughs immediately, shifting uncomfortably at his outburst as a flighty laugh spills from his lips; rubbing at the back of his neck, he offers a wholly awkward smile.
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With a shrug, he continues haltingly, "I'm not decrying it. It's just usually quiet. Nothing too exciting."
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Flashing a crooked smile at the offering of motorbikes, Klaus opens his mouth to speak and then pauses as a warning is announced about the time. His throat clearing, he offers his hand once more and says instead, "It was nice to meet you, Elaine. Have a good one, yeah?"

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+ Elaine Highland

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