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3 micle berry for 36 please <3

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[nospaces]Characters: Isra Nightingale[break]
Request: I FORGOT ABOUT THE BERRY[break]
harvesting 1 micle berry for a gacha roll for isra![break]
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You said compete. For the elite four. That implies challenges of one kind or another. Will it be an elimination bracket?" context clues fernando. You have them. Use them. GDi.

Her tone is even but the blankness of her face says she's not sure how to take his inability to determine what she meant on his own. Lucky for him she'll assume he's just tired as always.

FERNANDO SILPH

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The squaak gets both her and her pokemon's attention. The whistle goes to one pokemon, the pat on the dragon's side moves him away from the wild bird before her Primarina strikes and hits them both. She's rolled onto her back and readied the hydro pump in record time now that she is surrounded by water. The pokemon is quick to shoot the bird out of the air.

She whistles her approval and finds the pokemon is not done just yet, she's determined to do more and as the bird tries to take to the skies again the Disarming nature of her voice is quick to shake it up. Her own dragon chiming in of his own accord with his Hyper voice. Between the two it is a cacophony of noise and the bird dives deep to be away from it.

Both of her pokemon seem to chuckle to themselves and Isra can't help but grin.

>>pass

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Isra Nightingale is giving @noodles her shiny elekid from the safari
she will also be taking ALEXANDER STONE's tegetic in exchange


(M)elekid - Static (thunder punch , light screen, screech, fire punch, swift)

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The entire idea of it seems to leave a bothersome aftertaste. She can't help but think it a waste of her time if she's not going to go all in. Par for the course from a woman who does not pend time with one foot out the door. It's all or nothing, anything else is a waste of everyone's time. It will be done because her position expects it of her and she is not yet willing to let it go. Even if things have settled from one angle they haven't from the other yet.

"Not enough to matter." she puts little merit in the gyms. Some offer worthwhile challenges but she's not so sure about some of the others. "Should I be?" probably, doesn't everybody? If nothing else it would give her something to flash that people put weight in even if she thinks it hollow.

Isra turns back to him with a question. "Will it be an elimination bracket?" she hopes not.

FERNANDO SILPH

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The difference between it and it's counterpart is almost unnoticeable. If it were not for another elekid being beside it play fighting she may not have even realized it. She stops to watch, making sure she sees what she thinks she sees. Her banette joins her, crouched behind a bush and watching untils he makes a hand gesture he knows well and disappears into the nether.

when he reemerges he is a flurry of will-o-wisp and phantom energy dispersing the two pokemon from each other with a start. the next move is a sucker punch tot he stomach and the retaliation to it means nothing when the ghost is gone again. He toys with the pokmeon in this way until Isra throws the ball while it is distracted.

Curiosity wins her over again.

>>cap that elekid!

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The waters have long since perplexed her. Something about them feels calm, serene, sometimes familiar eve, Like there is something deep beneath them that beckons her home and she can't help but wonder what story in her childhood left her with such a deeply embedded idea. It's the only way she can think of that she could have it, something whimsical singing in the back of her mind to tell her this is a place worthy of being above.

She peers over the shoulder of her dragon, watching the waters and her primarina swimming through them with ease. Like this is where she belongs more so than the small pond in her garden and in truth she probably does. Isra has no illusions of leaving her behind like some might. The pokemon will undoubtedly be returning home with her but Isra is more than willing to allow her to enjoy the outing.

It isn't until something creates a shadow beside her pokemon that she smiles. It's about time the water pokemon got a little more exercise.

>>wild spawn

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"I see." she makes a mental note not to expect too much of her. The inability to answer a simple question without proper specifics does not leave a good impression. "While I do handle some of the scheduling and maintenance most of it will be left to you, as of current I am the only night assistant I know of in the counsel and most correspondence is done during the day."

Isra does not envy it, mundane and brain dead work. She picks up the stack of papers she had been looking at and takes them to fernando's desk, finding the proper place for them before she answers her, almost as if she were deciding whether or not it was worth bothering to tell her. "My name is Isra. We won't see each other often but occasionally I get dragged out of the night shift for meetings and projects."

"I and the last secretary" she makes a point to use the two different titles. "shared the desk, I believe you and I will be doing the same. All I ask is that you don't make a mess of it." she nods to the desk she was just at before straightening Fernando's, making sure everything is in the place it will be expected to be when he arrives.

"When you're not taking care of something we're expected to keep the office tidy and presentable but you won't have to worry about that too much. I generally keep it up to par over night. Do you have any questions at all?"

lenora gray

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Disdain. The decision is instant and she keeps it off her face by focusing entirely on the paper for a moment more. A focus to let her force the emotion into the back of her skull where it belongs for now. There is no point in showing it, Isra knows the perks of playing nice regardless of whether she wants to or not and her features stay soft, emotions very clearly being kept in line. She looks the part she always does and they are already a contrast to each other. The other is bright and bubbly while Isra is a pale porcelain doll dressed in lace and flowers cascading down her figure, elegant in her perfect posture, heels making only the most subtle of sounds against the floor as she pushes her chair out and stands.

Isra returns the paper to its stack- truthfully it is boring and mundane because she does not know what Fernando will be allowing the other to work on and she would not dare have something sensitive out for her to see. The numbers on it however, perplexed her and it was only for that reason it was there. Something for her to mull over before putting it away. Her movements match the image she portrays as she turns to this Lenora, every movement subtle but deliberate, there is a weight in the quietness of her presence.

She makes no move to shake hands. "A pleasure Lenora." her tone is even and calm. "This is nothing special, mostly a consolidation of information." one of the many things she is good at, condensing things down to the parts that matter. Sticky notes giving context that may be needed and directing to the papers containing the in depth data should he need to go over it. "Fernando will address what you'll work on with you when he arrives. How much has he told you about what is expected of you here?"

Gold eyes watch closely, she's not a woman for small talk. She's here to do her job.

lenora gray

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Her shift had been extended, allowing enough over lap between her and the morning secretary for her to get them settled. Isra can't hep but wonder why it has to be her, it kept her there until she was bored out of her mind and had gone well past her usual cleaning and organizing duties. The office is already meticulous by the time she leaves but even she believes you can go over board at some point.

All but one stack of papers has already been dealt with and returned to its home or otherwise left out for FERNANDO SILPH to do with as he pleased once he came in the office. Including a small sticky note towards the bottom of the stack with a grumpy face and complaint about having to greet the newcomer instead of getting to just leave it to him. Regardless of his approval of the sticky notes she's become quite fond of them during her time in his office, finding them useful for all sorts of things. Something her new co-worker will likely catch on quickly as she often leaves notes for the others concerning their work.

Too bad she couldn't get away with just leaving her a serious of sticky notes explaining what the morning expectation for her would be.

Instead gold eyes are focused on a paper she is triple checking the details of before she leaves it for Fernando later, something to pass the time while she waits for the newcomer to come, the door is even open for her already because Isra does not want to waste time putting it in her way. It would be better to get this over with. She doesn't need to look up from it when someone nears the door, despite the late hours for her she's sharp as ever tonight. Her agitation likely fueling her.

"Good morning."

lenora gray

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+Volcarona also means
+PYROMANIAC: catch 5 fire-typed pokemon - ($50)
Typhlosion, Larvesta, Arcanine, Chandelure, Volcarona

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Though they walk through the grass at a leisurely pace Isra is starkly aware of the setting sun in the background. She's used to watching for it and knows her time to be limited when she arrives at the Safari, doing her best to avoid the heat of the day and growing sunlight of the morning.

Though she eyes the pokemon she passes, some of interest and others are not she spots more of the blitzle she has already seen. This herd seems to be practicing something as she watches them charge wildly back and forth around and at each other. Curious as it is she does not stay long before choosing to move forward again.

Her banette stays behind long enough to scare one of the with his ghostly charms before cackling his way back to her side.

>>pass