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It is on purpose that the blaziken pivots itself away from Evan, realizing that he will not be able to dodge or protect himself for the strike that was about to connect with his arm.

It is on accident that it ends up hitting a wild pokemon that has appeared with the rest of the audience and suddenly the falls are a clamor of attacks and yells from each of the pokemon. Evan goes wide-eyed as he realizes he and his pokemon have suddenly becomes very unwelcomed guests and the duo makes bee line for the exit of the falls. Evan considers this an enjoyable exercise just as much as the actual sparring was and his blaziken does his best to not leave him behind too far.

"Saff, baby." the small joltik that perpetually sits on his back scurries up to the back of his neck where he can see the pokemon behind them, oncoming attacks being blocked by the protective barrier the small pokemon erects whenever something might hit them.

Evan makes a note not to return to the falls for awhile.

>>closing

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Evan is used to jabs about his memory. It's not actually something he can help really most people don't realize that. It's easier to let them jab than bother explaining, it just makes it easier to stare absently at him when he makes a? Bird call? Seemingly familiar but it doesn't show on his face. His mind tracks back through the sounds- something he remembers far better than he does faces or places.

When finally it dons on him evan's face splits into the most amused of grins. And then he starts laughing, a stark contrast to the over serious tone the other man is trying so desperately to set.

"Whatever little or lot I please." he states, and it's obvious he's made his determination as to how to view the man.

"Why are you even trying so hard, you're like a little drop in one of many buckets."

The implication is clear, he does not consider Gavin to be anything of any real concern. The looks on his face says the same, his eyes masked by his trademark red-black contacts, preventing the other from knowing what inkling of the truth might surface in those unreal blue eyes bellow them. As for what he remembers about the information he has- that's even more up for debate. He'll check on that later.

"How did you even get here, it's an awful long way to fly." to a place he shouldn't know, no one is supposed to and Evan is incredibly careful about making sure these opposing eras of his life do not cross in a way that will prevent him from being what he is. The idea that someone had not only found him but even worse, determined it was their place to speak of where he might be?

There was once a reputation about the Uroboros, and it stated that above all else you did not cross the head of the snake.

Evan loathed setting examples, making reminders, lessons shouldn't need to be told more than once in this world but it would seem he needed to teach them again.

Cillian Quinn
>>I'm really enjoying writing this side of evan thank you so much

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"I figured." Evan chuckles, he's well aware he's an oddity in his preference for just about anywhere but a bed. It was bad enough to man sometimes fell asleep in a chair long before he managed to make it to his bed. It was intentional it was just that the softness of a bed full of blankets was foreign to him for the most part.

Evan doesn't blame her for the switch in tones, realizing he may not have specified that he kind of owned the stray. It did sound like an odd thing nowadays, even if it was what the place was named for even. It had a long and strong history in that regard.

"The Stray is a Tavern almost as old as Rustboro." He starts, nodding at an oncoming pokemon and nudging his vaporeon with his toe to encourage him to do something about it. "The one I own, actually. It may sound a bit odd nowadays but the place has had a reputation of taking in strays, travelers, anyone wondering from one place to another or with nowhere else to go. Traditionally room and board have always been covered by helping around for the night and if you're a bit too young, helping clean the place up or something else that needs doing in the mornings before it opens."

While they talk his Vaporeon, very reluctantly, stands again and approaches the sentient lamp that has caught his humans attention. Evan watches out of the corner of his eyes while he speaks with annie, hoping to explain what he was talking about a little better. The pokemon starts toying with the wild one out of annoyance, the two exchanging spats of fire ad water across the path.

"We open early enough for the dinner crowd and stay open long enough for the bar to be full after dinner. The upper floor is full of rooms that are usually empty since most people don't seem to realize the vacancy sign in the front is real." the man sighs, because it's something he's yet to find a way to convince people otherwise about. Some have actually had to be shown the rooms to believe him.

By now the vaporeon has worn the lampent out and sits next to his quarry with pride. Evan rewards him by tossing a pokeball.

Annie Mei

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Evan laughs, and it's surprisingly amused. More than it should be given whatever this was supposed to be.

It subsides and he looks over himself, a mockery of the man's accusation that he be dead. He pinches both arms, fakes knocking on his head and confirms for him "Definitely not dead, can't imagine why anyone would tell you that dear." the smile is somehow more amused than normal.

He'd been pretty content to leave people thinking he was dead, if it made gavin feel better he was welcome to go back to thinking that way.

"Kanto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, I've been to them all more times than I can tell you and my memory is shit. If you've got something on your mind you're going to have to be specific." It wasn't a lie, even then Evan had never had the greatest memory, he'd been good at what he did because physically- not everyone had the fitness and temperament to pull off what they did.

Evan finds himself disliking where this is going, but specifics make it easier to deal with. Something concrete and solid so that he can be sure he knows which one of the many he i dealing with. He's got a world of messes behind him and he'd rather leave them there.

Cillian Quinn

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Evan is not unused to being approached near closing. there's always someone that ones to get one last drink before they go home. Sometimes an old regular that just wanted to check up on him and be sure he's doing okay. Especially right now. That snow had really rattled people.

He's already busy with his cleaning routine, getting started fast so that he can spend the evening writing before bed, calls to make, things to do in the wee hours when no one is there to bother him.

Before he can open his mouth to greet the newcomer, a face he has most certainly not seen before he hears something he has not heard in a long, long time.

Smiles.

There's a reason no one calls him that anymore.

"'Fraid we don't have a drink named that, try again in the summer."

He plays it off like a champ, turning to set a fresh glass on the counter top behind the bar. It clinks ever so slightly but when he looks at the man his smile doesn't hold the warmth it normally does. Because he's waiting. Whatever is said next will tell him how much he needs to worry.

Because anyone who truly knows him knows he doesn't like waiting for the point.

"I think I can squeeze in one more round before I have to close up and finish for the night." he states, a small chuckle and the warmth comes back, because truthfully, who even knows who smiles is anymore.

Cillian Quinn

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It winds its way through their practice area and Evan finds it a good time to tart involving their surroundings in their sparring. The pokemon is alarmed when his foot patterns change drastically, looking to avoid the winding pokemon as makes its ways past them as if they aren't even there.

The blaziken has become to accustomed to their normal rules it doesn't know how to respond, stumbling back a step as it tried to readjust to the change in Evan's tactics and the surprise earns him a clear shot at the pokemon's leg. It's not enough to really bother it but the pokemon seems suddenly unsure of itself.

Evan gestures for it to return to where it was and get back to their sparring, he leads by example and the pokemon watches out for more unexpected interruptions.

>>passing

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marcel maeda + evan fader

sorry for the delay! I monitor a lot through my participated window and it didn't seem to think his plot page was important so I missed this OTL

I like that idea though, especially in the event something causes it to come to light or something like that. They traveled the regions pretty regularly so it could have easily been something that came up any time they crossed paths or happened to have something the other wanted. He may not have even worked with Evan directly a lot anyway just on occasion. Evan may be bothered by his voice because he remembers those better than faces but will write it off pretty fast as nothing to be concerned about.

As for more presently I like the idea of a casual rocket friend hanging around the bar and getting scoops on occasion. Evan tries to keep the bar clean of such things but that doesn't mean it really works and having someone sitting in listening would be fun. Since Rustboro is the kind of town it is and the Stray carters to the old, down to their roots crowd of the town he'd probably get a fair amount on the businesses of the area and the occasional juicy tidbit that may be worthy of note for rocket operations in the area. Evan's pretty keen on not talking about others in that kind of way but that doesn't mean they won't be talking to him that way, people tend to open up around him and even just being at the bar could get him something now and again.

very up for this <3

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before i forget
evan needs to claim his 50pd + 10 infamy for helping with the ball escape

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The man nods gently, he understand the sentiment well. Not just from what he saw helping the other but from what the reports all across the news were saying, the weather conditions had set the region back several steps. A place known for its tropical temperature was never ready for the kind of snow they received. "I wish I could say something else could have been done but without knowing far enough ahead of time to prepare-" he cuts himself off, shaking his head.

"The ranger did what could be done and that's better than the nothing that would have happened otherwise." ever the realistic optimist, Evan won't deny that the month was a shit show behind the scenes but at the end of the day those with the power to do so did what they could to weather the storms.

His eyebrows scrunch for a moment, because something dawns on him. "I wonder if that's why...." his thoughts trail off into nothing because he's too busy thinking to speak out loud. He can't help but wonder if the reason the illness the child came down with perhaps came about because one of the storms kicked something up. The snow managed to do a range of things while it was around, it wouldn't be out of bounds for it to be the right condition for an old illness to take root somewhere it normally would not have.

"Never mind." he says, realizing he was thinking out loud and instead directs attention to Orion's comment about the vileplume.

"Careful with that one, it might be good for berries but there is a reason they call it vile." he comments, eyes moving towards the treetops. They rustle with the remnants of pokemon, returning or coming out of hiding after the storms. Though most think little of bug types there's no denying what they can do from their own element and Evan is sure to keep an eye for those that might seek an opportunity after the storms.

"Allergenic pollen, toxic to most pokemon, I'm sure that it could be utilized for something but that particular line tends to live up to its name more than not." he has nothing against them, but he figures the warning ahead of time might be a good thing. "I imagine quite the poison or other agitating agent could be made from the pollen though, could be useful under certain circumstances."

He's rattling off information really, he can't even say it's anything terribly compelling and he's half distracted anyway, watching the colorful flower of his lilligant in the distance.

Orion Lykos
>>you are too kind, he gives orion an a for effort btw

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It was supposed to be a quiet walk through a quiet little town in the corner of Hoenn. Exactly the kind of thing that he thought the shy and reclusive psychic/fairy he had recently stumbled upon might enjoy. She seemed to be, at least enough to not go pawing through his bag for her pokeball (which sat on his wrist but she hadn't quite figured that out yet) but she stayed close to his side and watched her surroundings with weary eyes. He knew them to be a sensitive species but he had underestimated how much so.

Even worse was that he'd gotten a message from the rangers- again. It seemed they were still a bit short handed dealing with the aftereffects of the winter storms and were requesting he help out with something nearby. Dragon types were always some kind of trouble as far as he was concerned so this would seem no different than usual to him.

He hasn't seem them on the path thus far, mostly just stragglers. Many of which he had been flagging down to warn about the fact there was supposedly pokemon causing trouble in the area and to be careful= speaking of which.

Evan flags down a young girl on the path, though she's bound to have pokemon if she's out this way it doesn't hurt to make sure she's aware. "Excuse me! Sorry for the intrusion but I've been sent out to find and take care of some dragon types in the area that have been causing trouble with the rural communities. I just wanted to be sure you were aware in case you come across anything on this route- it sounds like they've been real trouble this year."

His pokemon leans on his leg, eyes on the straggler as she assesses them.

Ruby Walker
mission

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His pokemon hold steady, the only man sighs underneath the mental weight of the log. He'll hold out, they both know he is just as stubbornly determined as Evan is. The musharna has been at his side too long to simply allow something like this to be a problem. He'll just be expecting one hell of a nap when it's over.

"Steady girls." his other psychic types follow the herd, though their focus stays on the log they tread carefully under it while the do, seeking to keep as few of them from straggling under it as possible. they find themselves waiting on the other side, the delphox especially seems to worry about the trainer she's begun to favor strongly. It's only because he is still smiling that she seems to let it go.

When the last of the tropius make it past the obstacle Evan pats the musharna's side. "I'll make it over and return you once you lower the log old guy, get some rest." the musharna coos his agreement, because he's more than ready by now. Evan makes it through the snow as fast as he can and the nod to his pokemon is enough for them to be ready to lower the log back to the ground. It collides with the cold earth with a dull thud and he taps the ball his pokemon belongs to, retrieving the musharna from afar and allowing him the chance to rest.

"Good." he turns back to the other man, pleased to hear they only have so much further to go before they're done. Though his pokemon can certainly make it he's not eager to spend much longer in this weather, clearing or otherwise. "I think it's about time for us to all get inside and warm up. This snow really has been a bit much this year." Despite the circumstances, Evan chuckles.

Orion Lykos

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His laugh is full of amusement because he's not exactly wrong even if he's not entirely right either. "Oh a little bit of fluff on the ground isn't quite frozen over, at least not yet." it's a reassuring grin that follows. The temperature only feels so harsh because it is entirely out of the norm got the area. It could be worse, they've only had snow and while it's been a lot of it it's not been something like Freezing rain. Such a weather condition could cripple a region like this, unprepared for it entirely.

It had yet to happen though so there was no real point in worrying about the matter. The region had enough on is plate and the people in it had enough to worry about without thinking about even worse weather than some snow.

"Regardless, to answer your question we shouldn't have any trouble finding budew here. The weather may have driven them into deeper shelters than normal but they'll be here. It's one of the best places to find them in this region."

Evan rolls his shoulders, stretching the muscles and preparing for what may be a long search. Many of the grass types in the area had difficulty dealing with what the sky had to say about the time of year this time around. A tap at his wrist produces his long standing companions, a whimsicott and a lilligant that should be able to navigate the area with ease. "We're looking for a budew shelter, or their leaves. Whichever you can locate first." the liligant pats at her own as if she worries they are not good enough and he leans down to speak to her quietly.

"They're not for me." he and the pokemon have known each other long enough the sentiment gets across, she understands that it is not a problem with her and nods up at him before taking off into the foliage ahead of them. The whimsicott follows behind her at a leisurely pace. He seems far less worried about the task at hand than she is.

Evan straightens and address Orion again, confidant that if they do not stumble upon something first his pokemon will.

"Grass types are worth taking the time to look into, there's a lot that can come from them beyond just battling. Many people have used them as part of remedies like this for generations and with modern technology and techniques the things that can be derived from their leaves grains or even abilities is constantly changing." he had spent many nights learning some of these himself, for that exact reason.

"For example, my liligant got upset about that because I often use the powders from her aromatherapy as an ingredient in herbal remedies at home. They can be just as soothing for humans as they are pokemon and if used in things like oils can be applied in much the same way as a perfume or cologne might be, smell pleasant and make for a discreet way to sooth various things such as spikes in anxiety."

Evan would know, a small vial sits in his pants pocket, the roller ball on the end makes it look like a perfume of some kind when in reality it soothes his own anxieties. Crowds often bump into each other, the touching gets the better of him and the cities make him uneasy when he's stuck within their walls too long. The oil it contains helps to relax him when it gets to be too much. Not that most ever realize he even has anxiety, it's not something that he allows to be obvious often.

Orion Lykos
>>;w; he tries, he just want orion not to stress too much

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They soon gain an audience, the dragon type wandering from the depths of the falls at the sound. Perhaps it thought there was a battle afoot but all it finds is a human and a pokemon sparring. It's different enough from what it is used to that it chooses to sit at the edge of their makeshift ring. It's not clearly marked but it seems to get the idea of where they are trying to stay by watching them for awhile.

Evan has little interest in the dragon type, and so long as it chooses not to interrupt he'll allow it to stay. Besides, he has to pay attention to what the blaziken is doing lest he get hit and end up in the hospital. While he's no push over as far as human's go he's only ever truly used his body for the hunt- not for fights. Hell he considers actually trying against humans a certain degree of taboo. It goes against his chose way of life too strongly for him to resort to it easily.

The pokemon tests him, but with every move it grows faster and faster and they both know by this point that when they hit the breaking point they walk away.

>>passsing