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Klaus fidgets with the hem of his shirt as he eyes the eels slinking about over the beach, their gnashing teeth and undulating bodies something straight from one of those paintings of Hell he recalls studying in art class. Looking from the pokeballs in his hands to the swarm beyond, he finally picks out one that contains his Cofagrigus.
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"Ominous wind," he directs and the coffin-shaped pokemon releases a blast of wispy black wind in the Eelektross's direction. There isn't a type advantage to exploit - this would have to do.
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+ Swarm!

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"Oh thank Arceus," Klaus breathes out as Ceri confirms he likely won't have to bring in the demon brothers again. He's going to have to send the little bastards to a training boot camp, or actually take some time with them to gentle the assholes. If that was even possible.

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He sighs heavily when the remaining Eevee snaps at Ceri, and with decided hesitation, reaches out to grab the pokemon when offered; holding it beneath the armpits, the Eevee dangles there looking at the humans with murderous intent. "I should let a Sharpedo eat you," he threatens the Eevee to no effect. Shifting his grip to scruff the little fox pokemon, he offers the thing's pokeball, which it thankfully takes to.

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"Sorry again," he utters, not even acknowledging her offer of bringing in more pokemon. Thankfully, he doesn't have any. "I - have a good day," the man concludes awkwardly before taking his leave.

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+ Ceri Glynn

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"Ish," Klaus answers vaguely. He winces sympathetically when the Eevee in Ceri's care takes a swipe at the woman, the little pokemon's hackles up and teeth bared as his blood is taken.
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"Sorry about their behaviour," he mumbles in turn after Ceri has thanked her, his expression soon exasperated when the Eevee wriggles out of her grasp and bolts for the door. "For fuck's sake," grouses the man as, whereupon seeing his brother make a break for it, the Eevee in Klaus's hand gets the bright idea to try the same.
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"Here," grumbles Klaus as he shoves the squirming Eevee into Ceri's hands to go and retrieve the other who is presently scrambling madly across the floor. Eventually, after a good deal of swearing, Klaus manages to retrieve the Eevee - to his desperate relief the Eevee goes willingly into his pokeball, apparently angry enough to no longer desire torturing everyone with his presence.
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"Fucking finally," he breathes out, his face red and sweat collected on his brow for his efforts.
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Glancing over his shoulder he asks, "Are you gunna need to see them again after this?" He hopes not. He has half a mind to pitch both of them in the ocean when he gets back home.

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+ Ceri Glynn

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As Ceri works Klaus busies himself with not getting bitten by the second Eevee - he offer's the pokemon's pokeball to no luck, the Eevee sniffing haughtily and refusing to go in. With a soft sigh, he spares an apologetic look for Ceri as she works, though otherwise makes no comment as to the poorly behaving brother.
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His brow furrowing momentarily, he supplies after a moment's thought, "Uh. They both know Morning Sun. One of their parents was a Shadow pokemon and the other Illumina but they didn't get the Illuminate ability - they both have Adaptability instead. And their temperaments are shit. From their dad I guess."
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"I don't.. really know much else about them to be honest," he admits, his face flushing somewhat with embarrassment. He should probably know more. They're his after all. But he hasn't had time for them, and they keep each other busy and out of trouble so...

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+ Ceri Glynn

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"No, they're fucking dicks," Klaus grouses, his skin splotchy and red from anger and exertion. He's somewhat grateful at the aide of the Spritzee and Audino, but the little hellions, even somewhat calmer, are still hellions; nonetheless Klaus manages to scruff the one in his left arm when his right wrist is finally released.
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Holding up the offending Eevee to Ceri for her to take, he grumbles, "You can punt him into the sun at this rate, do whatever you want."
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As the Eevee is unloaded from his care the bastard immediately calms down, earning a deathly glare from his trainer as the smug thing grins at him, the tips of his tail wagging contentedly in Ceri's embrace. Huffing softly, Klaus then shrugs as he man-handles the second Eevee, wiping his now healing wrist on his pants to rid the wound of the top-most layer of blood. At least the ache of the scratches is fading.
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"I haven't had a lot of time to spend with them," Klaus admits. "They kind of like to keep to themselves when they're out - they're brothers from different litters. I was going to evolve one into a Vaporeon but I haven't gotten there yet, if that helps with anything."

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+ Ceri Glynn

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Normally Klaus was punctual. More than punctual, in fact. His social anxiety led him to arrive early in case he had the wrong time, wrong place. Today, however, despite his attempts, Klaus was late and it was all these's hellspawns' fault. Refusing to stay in their pokeballs, Klaus spent the better part of 10 minutes chasing the damn Eevees through the lobby before he managed to haul one under each arm like a barrel, the little fox-like pokemon writhing and howling bloody murder at their newest confinement.
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"I'm here," calls a harried Klaus as he wrangles the banshee-screeching Eevees into the lab; a scratch slashes across both his arms and one across his cheek. "Ow - fucking hell you little -" he snarls at the Eevee under his right arm, the little beast refusing to release his hold upon the man's wrist.
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Whoever the hell said Illumina pokemon were supposed to be more passive were liars.

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+ Ceri Glynn

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Klaus will be the first to admit when he doesn't know something. It's easy, really. Just say you don't know. And while that can be helpful, in this situation he feels overwrought and twitchy, his magenta-pink gaze flitting about in uncertainty as he looks over the selection of pokemon offered in answer to the presented riddle.
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He's too strung out on nerves to focus, so he does the next practical thing and watches what everyone else picks.
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Hanging back behind everyone, attempting to keep to himself, when it's finally Klaus's turn he moves hesitantly to the terminal. His hand shakes, and he glances around once more as if attempting to find some sort of anchor to steady him. Finding none, an audible swallow sounds from the young man before he reaches out and taps the image of Reshiram like so many before him.
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Klaus very much wishes he had stayed home.



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+ Klaus watches what everyone else does and picks Reshiram like all the cool kids [break]
+ He has no idea what he's doing

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Klaus flushes beneath Xiura words, his brow drawing up into a furrow as embarrassment colours his expression. Glancing away from the woman to pointedly study the skin of the Mantine beneath him. His embarrassment deepens further at Xiura's musings about a boba creation fashioned after him.
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"It isn't that big of deal," he whispers, his voice constricted and gaze refusing to rise from where it rests on the pokemon. Nonetheless, something tight unspools in his chest, an appreciation blossoming for Xiura at her easy kindness.
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Finally, he glances over, his face totally blank for a moment at her suggestion of a sprained muscle. "Something like that," he utters self-consciously. There was a snowball's chance in hell he was telling her what happened with that Absol. His throat clearing, he taps the Mantine to get its attention and directs, "We need to get up the sides and out on the ocean, but you have to go slow. We don't have a harness to hold onto, yeah?"
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A soft trill of acknowledgement sounds from the Mantine, and with slow, precise movements it skirts up into the air, its pace steady. "Hold on," Klaus directs. "And don't move too much." Holding on near where the Mantine's wing-flaps and body connect for balance, the trip over Sootopolis's natural walls, all things told, isn't too terribly difficult. They're soon out on open water at a steady clip, sending them towards Lilycove.
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"Holding up alright?" Klaus calls over the rush of the waves, his hair already damp from sea spray.

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+ Xiura Balfaltin

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Klaus glances askance as Barnaby offers his limited sign language, the young man's expression going flat in an instant. "Ha ha." He utters mechanically, the desire to throttle Barnaby clear as day upon his unimpressed face; some of the tension, at least, bleeds from his expression.
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He nonetheless grabs a glass for himself and fills it with water before returning to the table, a half-smile offered to Barnaby when the bottle opener is produced and the first beer of the night opened; passing that one to his guest, a second soon follows that Klaus takes for himself. After a single, small sip of his beverage, Klaus's shaking hands move to pull over a nearby book, which he props open.
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Before the pair can truly get started, however, a soft trill fills the air, and not a moment later a shiny Alolan Meowth manifests at the kitchen's doorway to trot over to Klaus and immediately jump into his lap. Blinking once, Klaus flushes faintly as the cat rubs her face vigorously against his chest, the pokemon not stopping until he gives up and begins to scratch her. Somewhat embarrassed, though noticeably calmer now with the presence of the Meowth, Klaus offers a touch shyly, "This is Traute."
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With that introduction made, Klaus hesitantly moves his hands to begin showing Barnaby how to say his name in sign language. In theory, at least.

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+ BARNABY FINCH

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Anwhistle was use to this sort of thing - this isn't his first rodeo at corralling wayward water-goers. Though he must say, not having to chase after people and merely float at his designated spot was an upgrade from the usual patrols he went on with his trainer.

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Now normally, the Lapras was a relatively even-keel sort of pokemon. Little phased him, given his trainer's extracurricular activities. Today, however? Today he was in a techy mood and the perfect outlet was the unsuspecting racers who veered too far off course for his liking.

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An Ice Beam and trill of warning gives him deep satisfaction.



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+ Pokejob!

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He could get used to this. Granted, it wasn't the same as surfing on one of his boards, but Klaus could understand the appeal of working together with a Mantine.
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Time to attempt another Magikarp Splash, Klaus lightly taps the Mantine and utters the desired trick. They'd get it some day with enough practice.
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