Thr murmurrings of a madman eventually die downnnn much like the flames have begun to. The incident seems to have been resolved and the white haired man takes his leave. There is a smile bellow the parasol, it bobs up a moment so that he might see. "Yes we should, maybe crepes too." they were a wonderful start to the day.

Her whistle reigns in her pokemon, the Milotic coiling around her with a show of its colors before she returns it to the pokeball it belongs to. The pokemon will do well to return home to the garden when the day is done. The creature seems wornout from the unusual outing.

With only her Gardevoir left out Isra finds her way to Remiel's side. The bumbling mad man would likely be taken in by the local authorities before long. As far as Isra was concerned this was the perfect time to pluck up his hand, lacing thier fingers together and tug him away from the scene.

They had a summer to enjoy still after all.

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Her whistles are sharp and clean and the pokemon heeds them readily. The Golurk is already in the midplane again when the doom dog is released, playing his part. And then, as if there had never been a break in it to begin with the automaton continues on his warpath. The vibrations of the would be Earthquake coursing through the pirate ship, rattling it and its contents.

"Gladly."

Isra doesn't think twice, reaching for the brooch pinnd to her blouse, it glows. The stone within reacts, her Banette does in turn as well. The distortion makes both flinch, how his cloth body shift and pulls apart at the seams before zipping shut with that same ghostly energy. Awakened, the pokemon prances about the ship a moment before finding the railing.

His shadow stretches, grows, shifts beneath him until it reaches out in shadowy hands. It seeks the side of the pirates ship. The Shadow sneak pushes and pulls and pries, seeking to dismantle the side of the ship if it can.

"Take care of what's left on deck, we'll handle the ship."

Valerio Dachev

"Good." Isra nods despite the darkness. Habits.

Threy tread closer to what she assumes is the end, and the other woman continues to speak. She rifles through pages in her mind but they come up empty of anything useful. Instead she asks "Are there any other types you enjoy the company of?"

Her eyes are on the blond when they emerge into the light, curious as to what might come of a rock type that knew telepahy. It's almosy a shame she can't think of a one that does. Surely it ould be possible if one of them thought about it hard enough?

Or perhaps that was the problem. Rocks don't exacty think now do they?

"But yes, I think I do. The telepathy doesn't help, it can be quite tiring."

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He catches her by surprise, his prescence is especially warm against her own. The contract of the cold water to him is enough to make her suck in a breath. Then she eases into him, his arms around her, and she thinks perhaps it is not so bad that the stars have not surfaced in the sand just yet. She could sink here, if she let herself. Sink in where she is pulled away from all else that pines for her attention.

There's a smile that creeps across her lips, pleasant and sweet. A surprising combination coming from her. Something unexpected, much like everything else. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't." her tone is playful, almost like a song. Children singing little rhymes while jumping rope play in her head. The kind she never was.

"What do I get out of it if I do?" she asks as her hands settle against his arms, content to stay suspended within the water for the time being. Not forever though, she thinks, because there's no denying how the cold will settle in. While she likes the excuse for him to be close, to keep her warm, it'd be a shame if it were the last.

Remiel Calcifet

Isra is quite fond of flower fields. They are pleasant places and hold a special place in her heart. One of her favorite memories takes place in such a field and it replays in her head over and over again as she and Remiel Calcifet walk. It plays even now as they have parted ways and Isra has been left momentarily to her own devices. Looking up at the sky from under her parasol the woman thinks little of the rest of the field.

"What in the world have you done to yourself this time Ari?"

She grins at the memory, and throws it aside. She thinks it best not to dwell on it too long today. Besides. her Gardevoir has begun tugging at her mind, having finally found which direction they need to go in to find Remiel Calcifet and his little Applin. Sweet as the pair are they seem to have not only made quite a bit of traction through the meadows but as she'll soon find out, quite the hasty decision in dealing with an odd little bug.

Lucille makes the decision to teleport them across the field, landing within walking distance of the lost pair. She soon realizes what they are up to and it is both her and the Gardevoir alike that says something. "Wait." she calls as they approach. The gardevoir won't give the leech seeds a chance to land anyway, her psychic quick to toss such things aside even if she's a little too late.

"What are you two doing?" she looks down, finding the odd little creature and tilts her head ever so slightly at it. Curious little thing isn't? Odd and misshapen, it's hard to say if it's any of the pokemon native to the area. Even if it were she couldn't say which just from a glance.

Isra crouches, looking closer at the creature. Then, after a moment she looks up at Remiel again. "Your funeral is very pleasant but misplaced." the pink mist has already begun to seep from her Gardevour, the fairy dust within looking to sooth the creatures soul and body. She holds up a hand to stop the pokemon from acting further. A sharp whistle makes the flowers snug against her wrist come to life, the oddly colored comfey has become one of the many pokemon always with her but unseen. The pokemon hovers above the bug for a moment, petals dropping from the flowers it is carrying. The floral healing may aid it or it may not. That part is none of her concern, and if it cannot pull together the fight to save itself after this then it may receive its funeral.

"You bury the dead, not the barely breathing. If it still dies you're welcome to finish however." She stands and stares down at the odd pokemon. She snaps her fingers, the pokemon both fall in line in an instant, healing ending. She watches the pokemon, wondering if it will have the fight to continue or not. She didn't allow them to heal it completely anyway, just enough to give it a chance.

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Isra listens to his protests and realizes she's not so sure she wants to dive in there anyway, just for different reasons. She's been enjoying her summer so far. The last thing she wants to do is ruin it with a reaction.

"That's a.... movie reference right?" she's starting to get it at least. Just a little, she can tell what she's missing this time at least. She'll figure it out eventually.

The woman reaches for his hand again. She doesn't think twice about curling their fingers together. For comofort, so he knows she's there. "Just your toes in the water today, okay?"

She'll take him with her, just a little ways in. Just until their toes are burried in wet sand.

Alexei Ivanov

He wasn't wrong by any means. Isra wasn't a shy or even necassarily modest person by any means but there was a point where things just got ridiculous. This was it, not being able to go to the beach with smeone was very much it.

The fact even after being drenched by his wartortle the dude took awhile to move along and back off irked her to no end. The Sooner he got out of her sight the better but he took his sweet time with it anyway.

Isra mimes reaching for another pokeball however and that seems to do the trick.

"I think I would like to go back to winter now and not having to deal with these kinds of things." it takes her a moment to settle her angered nerves.

"I'm going to have to teach you to swim too aren't i?"

Alexei Ivanov

Her would be pursuer is suddenly loking rather pale as they single him out so thoroughly. At this point Isra couldn't care less, this one didn't even have the balls to try and explain himself! At least the last person following her atctually wanted to talk to her about a battle during a mission instead of being a creeper.

Isra lets go of Alexei's hand and gestures towards him as if displaying him to a crowd. A crowd of one. "You heard him! Get out of here already!"

She has half a mind to sick her banette on them, but with little else to offer her cover in the moment she looks to Alexei, because if nothing else she knows he can hold his own and then some.

Alexei Ivanov

"Of course not, his name is Imp." actually it wasn't, she knew his real name she just didn't use it because Imp is what she called him when she was little and he liked it better nowadays anyway.

Isra doesn't stop until they're right at the shoreline, she'd been sure to wear a swimsuit under her sundress just in case but the idea of actually taking it off made her nervious. So much exposure if something happened- and she didn't know how the light in the water might affect her skin.

And then there's the little friend she didn't actully want.

"Will you go away already!" she yells across the sands at him, jaw tensing in annoyance. The individual seems to freeze in his tracks, thinking he wouldn't get caught at all.

Alexei Ivanov

Isra just stares at him for a moment, blinky before fully registering what he's said and the almst ridiculousness of it. How in the world could he not know how to swim? "You do realize you could die around here for not knowing, right?" she can't fathom it.

The woman points to her ghost, still lingering close. "Pepper Spray." better than. He'd yeet a bitch if Isra needed it of him in a heartbeat and he chuckled his ghostly chuckle of agreement to a sentiment he understood well.

Isra looks at the crowd again, she's pretty sure the man has stopped but uncertain, she reaches for Alexei had. "We're swimming" she's already up and moving, her ghost expanding his shadow again to keep her safe as they move along the beach.

And it's insanely obvious now who had been following her, trying to keep himself from being too much so in the crowd makes him more so as they move towards the shore.

Alexei Ivanov

"You're welcome. It does make a little more sense I suppose." her eyes flicker back to him, watching as he puts the bottle away before looking up at the umbrella above her.

she drum her fingers against her shis for a moment before answering. "I think it's because I'm pretty sometimes too. The last one said something about my hair in one of his notes. I think this one has to do with something else though."

If Isra knew any better she might have been disturbed by how nonchalont the topic was at this point. But this wasn't the first time anyway, so might as well be as far as she was concerned.

"Don't tell me you can't swim either? Even I can swim!" and she considered that to be saying something.

Alexei Ivanov

He doesn't even bat an eye. Just keeps going like it's the most normla alergic reaction to have in the world. There's a part of Isra that's grateful for it. It makes things a little easier. "You're welcome. I'm sorry if I didn't tell you sooner." she's still looking away, the comment a half murmur.

By the time she looks back at him there's an umbrella up over them and her Banette is receding, though he stays present and close by her side just in case. He knows best of all her pokeon how damning the sun is.

"Thank you, I don't think anything is wrong." she glances back at the crowd again. "I never really stopped being on edge after that stalker incident I think." she was already regularly on edge before that, it just made it worse. "Are you going to swim?"

Alexei Ivanov